A/N:I hope this does your request some justice and hope you see your BF soon <3
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You blink awake. This is the third time you’ve woken up tonight. You sigh. Sitting up, you glance at the clock. It reads three in the morning, and you groan, flopping back down onto the mattress. You’ve been having the worst sleeps ever since Roger left for tour a couple months ago. It’s been hard having to sleeping in an empty bed. You’re not used to not having Roger snoring next to you. Not used to his side of the bed being cold.
Youmiss him terribly.
Fluffing your pillow and rearranging the blanket, you try to fall back asleep. But after several minutes of looking at that one brown dot on the ceiling, you huff and get out of bed. You wrap the throw blanket around your body before making your way to the kitchen. In the mood for something comforting, you grab the carton of milk from the fridge and some cocoa powder. Growing up, you would always sneak into the kitchen and make hot chocolate whenever you couldn’t go to sleep––a habit you kept throughout your years at uni as well. After mixing and heating the ingredients in a pot on the stove, you pour the drink into a mug and take a big sip. You sigh when you feel the chocolate warm your belly and head back to the room, drink still in hand.
Pulling off your sleep shirt, you rummage through Roger’s clothing drawers. Finding your favorite shirt of his––an old, ratty, way too big Rolling Stones shirt––you throw it over your head. It smells like cigarettes and cologne and something distinctly Roger,and you smile. The book you began reading a week ago sits on the desk, and so you grab it. Maybe it’ll help you fall asleep.
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Roger slowly opens the door to your shared flat, placing his bags off to the side––he’ll deal with those in the morning. After all the traveling, right now, he just wants to see his beautiful girlfriend and go to sleep. Passing through the kitchen, he sees the pot growing cold on the stove and a spattering of cocoa powder on the counter, and smiles to himself. When he reaches the threshold to your bedroom, he stops and leans against the doorframe, drinking in the scene before him. You’re in one of his shirts, sleeping on his side of the bed and hugging his pillow tightly to your chest, a book forgotten on the sheets. He can hear your soft breathing.
His heart absolutely melts at the sight, and he’s struck with a wave of pure adoration and warmth. Smiling to himself, he pads into the room while shedding his jacket and pants. Left in his briefs, he turns off the lamp, and carefully lifts up the comforter to crawl into bed with you (he now has to lie on your side, but he doesn’t mind one bit).
You roll over in your sleep, mumbling something incoherent and reaching out your arms. But you feel something solid and warm, and you shoot awake, slapping your hands wildly in front of you. His hands catch your wrists.
“Shhh, sorry, it’s just me love, just me,” he says, trying to hold in a laugh. You stop, blinking rapidly to adjust for the darkness of the room. Your eyes widen when you see Roger lying in front of you, holding your hands in his.
“Rog?” you ask, voice heavy with sleep. You’re not sure if you’re actually awake or not.
“Hi darling,” he whispers.
You throw yourself in his arms and pepper his face with kisses. He laughs, voice raspy and rough.
“I thought you were coming back on Friday!”
“Was dying to see my best girl,” he says. He looks at you still lying on his side of the bed.
“Missed me that much?” He asks, tilting his chin down to your––his––shirt and the discarded pillow, and you can hearthe smirk on his face.
“Well, you did leave your poor, poor girlfriend all alone in this ridiculously big flat for two months,” you retort. He chuckles at that.
“What a terrible boyfriend I am,” he begins, tightening his grip on your waist, pulling you closer, “How can I ever make it up to you?” he whispers into your hair. Your chest warms, and your mouth pulls into a smile. You tilt your chin up, puckering your lips, and he laughs softly.
Gently grasping your jaw, he gives you a kiss, long and sweet, something that makes your toes curl.
“I love you, and I missed you so much,” he rasps, pressing his forehead to yours. You kiss him again.
“I love you too Rog.”
And you close your eyes, wrapped in Roger’s arms, legs tangled with his, listening to his heartbeat.
Summary:Roger calls you in the middle of the night, and you guys reminisce at some happy memories.
Word count: ~1.5k
Contains:angst
A/N:This was written while I listened “Falling” by Harry Styles (my fave song on the album) on repeat, so you can probably guess the tone of this piece. Hope you enjoy!! :))
His hand hovers over the telephone. He’s a bottle and a half into the handles of whiskies he picked up at the liquor store a couple hours ago. This is a bad idea, he thinks, but he doesn’t care.
He picks up the phone and dials the number.
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You’re startled by the ringing of your flat’s telephone. The man sleeping next to you stirs.
“Shh, go back to sleep, I’ll get the phone, love,” you whisper. You couldn’t go to sleep anyway. After placing a kiss to his forehead, you grab your robe and pad into the living room. The phone rings one more time before you answer it.
“Hello?”
“Y/N.” Your stomach drops at the voice, and you take in a deep breath.
“Roger?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
You sigh. “Why are you calling me?”
“Wanted to hear your voice.” You hear a clatter of a glass on his end, and you clench your teeth.
“You’re drunk right now Roger, hang up and go back to sleep.”
“Wait, wait, wait––just––wait. Please.”
You can easily hang up the phone, go back to bed and your loving boyfriend, and not have to deal with what will inevitably wreck your heart again––
But you hate yourself a little bit more tonight, so you stay on the phone. Wait for him to continue.
He inhales. “I was just thinking about that night in Montreal––when we were doing the show at the Montreal Forum. Remember? It was three years ago from today?”
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You’re lounging on the hotel room bed in your pajamas and reading a book that you bought at the airport on the way here. Roger’s still at the stadium, rehearsing for the show tomorrow night. The clock just struck two in the morning, but jet lag is really kicking your ass, so you thought reading would help relax you (it’s not).
You hear the sound of the key card sliding in the door before Roger walks in.
“Hey, love,” he says softly as he quietly puts his bags down. He isn’t surprised that you’re still awake, the jet lag hitting him as hard as it’s hitting you. Untangling yourself from the mound of pillows and blankets you nestled your way into, you make your way over to him and wrap your arms around his middle. He sighs into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“How was rehearsal?” you ask.
“It was good…couldn’t sleep?” You shake your head in response. “Well good thing, I have a surprise for you,” he says before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the hallway.
You raise your brows but follow him as he leads you through the hotel. He stops at the pool area, and you gasp at the sight in front of you. All the chairs were cleared out and a single table covered in a white cloth and rose petals sits next to the pool. Sitting on top of the table is a platter of desserts: cakes, chocolate truffles, chocolate covered strawberries, crème brulée, and two flutes of champagne, the bottle sitting in an ice bucket off to the side. The candles basks the scene in a ethereal glow, and the record player sitting off to the side plays Sinatra’s The Way You Look Tonight.
“Ta-da,” Roger says with his arms outstretched and a big grin on his face.
“Oh my god, Roger. You didn’t have to do all of this.”
“Well, the hotel helped me set it up, and did you really think I wouldn’t do anything considering how amazing of a boyfriend I am,” he says with a playful wink to which you roll your eyes at. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer.
“I love you,” you say once you break away.
“Words cannot express how much I love you,” he says softly, brushing back a piece of stray hair blown away from the breeze.
A bottle and a half of champagne later, you’re sitting in a chair, watching Roger drunkenly air play the drums while serenading you with his rendition of Can’t Take My Eyes Off You.
“Rog, you’re going to fall into the bloody pool!” You warn. He doesn’t listen to you, and as he gets to the chorus, you see his foot slip and before you can warn him…
Splash.
Your mouth pops open in disbelief as you see your boyfriend fall, fully clothed, in the hotel pool at three a.m. in the morning. A second later, his head pops out of the water. He’s coughing and hastily pushing his wet hair back out of his face. You let out a surprised laugh, and when he turns his face to you, his shocked expression makes you lose it.
And now you’re laughing so hard, tears prick at your eyes. Laughing so hard that you snort, which makes you clap your hands over your mouth and laugh even harder.
“I told you!” you manage to wheeze out through laughs. He’s laughing too now, wading to the side of the pool.
“Help me out?” He asks with an outstretched hand.
And you go over, clutching your abs, and since you’re still laughing, you don’t notice the evil grin adorning his face. And so when you reach down to grasp his hand, you’re not prepared for the feeling of him yanking you down and into the pool with him. You manage to let out a surprised shriek before hitting the cold water.
“You’re such a dick!” You yell when your head breaks through the surface, and you start assaulting his arm with slaps.
He catches your hands and engulfs you into a wet hug. “You love me,” he says with a kiss to the top of your head.
“I do love you but that doesn’t mean that you’re not a dick,” your voice muffled from your face being pressed into his chest. He fakes a gasp, and you giggle.
You two stay there for you don’t know how long, you wrapped in his arms, rocking back and forth with Frank Sinatra’s voice as your backdrop and the stars as your ceiling.
“Happy anniversary, my love,” he whispers into your ear.
“Happy anniversary, Rog.”
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“Yeah. Yeah I do remember.” You laugh, sniffling. Of course you remember. “We were so happy,” you say. You sigh and look down, picking at your fingernail and thinking about that night. You let out a whimper, and your face crumples thinking of just how happy you two were.
“I’m sorry, love,” he whispers over the phone, wishing that he could be there to hug and kiss you. Wishing that he could take back that one stupid drunken night that ruined everything.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my love.”
You continue to cry silently, furiously picking at that fingernail until it bleeds.
You both stay on the line for a minute, the only sound you hear is the faint buzz of the phone and your shaky breaths. Roger is the first one to break the silence.
“I miss you. So much,” he rasps.
“Roger…Roger please don’t do this.”
“I know, I know, love––I just––I still love––”
“Roger, you were the one who––” You stop yourself.
“I know, and I hate myself for that every single day.” On the other side of the line, his heart breaks when he hears your sniffles, and his eyes blur with his own tears. He clears his throat.
“I was just calling to hear your voice one last time. I won’t call you anymore. All I want for you to be is happy.” He pauses. “I love you.”
“Thank you Rog,” you whisper into the phone, “I love you too.”
It takes all of your willpower to set the phone back down onto the receiver.
A quiet sob escapes your chest, and you clutch yourself, hugging your arms to your torso. Sliding down to the ground, back leaning against the back of your couch, you stuff your fist into your mouth to muffle your cries.
And at this moment you absolutely hate Roger Taylor, the man who was your first love, the man who shattered your heart into a million pieces, the man who, no matter how much you try, you’ll never be able to forget––never stop loving.
“Y/N?” You hear your boyfriend call from the bedroom.
“Just a minute!” You call out, voice strained. You don’t know how long you sit there, but once the tears have dried up, you get up, grab a glass of water, and head back into the room where you crawl into bed and under the covers
“Who was that?” your boyfriend asks, voice raspy from sleep.
Summary:You’re a famous rockstar. Roger Taylor has an image problem. Both of your management teams thought it would be a great idea for you two to fake date. Problem is: you guys hate each other’s guts.
Word count: ~3.1k
Contains:language and slut-shaming (not from Roger though!)
A/N:I AM BACK. Here is part 4, I don’t how many people still want to read it, so if you’re on the taglist, and no longer want to be on it, please message me (I will not be offended). And vice versa, if you want to be on the taglist but you aren’t on it, just shoot me a message! I hope you guys enjoy this part and thank you for sticking with me! Love you guys.
“I’m really tired of fighting. Can we call a truce until this whole thing is over?” he says after he blows out the smoke. You let out a laugh that sounds more like an exhale.
“Truce,” you say, handing him the bottle of scotch.
“Okay, well, now that we’re not enemies anymore, we should get to know each other better,” he says after he takes a swig.
“Okay, shoot,” you ask.
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Really?”
“That’s basic question!”
“Fine, pink. You?”
“Yellow.”
“Ok. I wanna ask a question, why are you always wearing those sunglasses? It’s night and we’re––we were––indoors.”
“These sunglasses are sexy, and you know it,” he says with a nudge of his shoulder to yours.
And so, you two spend most of the night there––forgetting about the party raging below. Passing the bottle back and forth to one another, you both share stories of childhood memories, being on tour, and everything in between. You talk about your crazy university stories and the time you not so accidentally threw up on a douchebag at a bar.
Roger talks about the time he got into a bar fight over a pack of peanuts.
“Did you win?”
“Oh god no, I was absolutely shit-faced, and I think he was a former boxer.”
You tilt your head back and laugh, and he looks at you with a small smile playing at his lips, a weird feeling warming his chest.
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After that night, you and Roger have been trying slowly to create a somewhat functional friendship.
“Can I get an iced latte with vanilla and two packets of sweetener please?” you ask the waiter taking your order. Roger pulls a face, and you cross your arms.
“What? I like sweets Mister Plain Black Coffee.” He rolls his eyes and flicks your nose. You swat his hand out of the way but laugh nonetheless.
Maybe that smile in that picture the paparazzi caught of you and him wasn’t entirely faked.
And maybe after you guys pay for the check and are walking towards the car, Roger leaves his hand wrapped around yours a moment longer than he has to even after you both get are out of the camera’s spotlight.
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You sigh as you look around the room. Another night, another party, another evening spending time around drunken fools.
You stiffen when you hear a voice that makes your skin crawl. Oh no. Looking over, you spot your ex standing by the bar with his arm around another girl’s waist. Roger notices the way your shoulders tense, and he opens his mouth, but he doesn’t get to say anything because before he can turn around, you grab his hand and drag him into the nearest bedroom.
Shutting the door behind you, you look at a very confused Roger.
“Give me a love bite.” You’re not thinking this through. Jealousy and pride clouding your logic, but you don’t care.
He blinks. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Give me a love bite.”
You almost giggle at how clueless and flustered Roger looks right now, so unlike his usual cocky self. He opens his mouth.
“Please? I think it’ll really sell our relationship!” He narrows his eyes at you. An inner conflict seems to be resolved when he exhales.
“Okay…” He walks over carefully, almost as if he’s worried that he’s walking into a trap.
Thus explains the reason why you’re currently straddling Roger’s lap in the first available bedroom you guys could find in the house. He carefully pushes the front of your dress to the side, the silk easily gliding away with his touch. Goosebumps erupt onto your skin when you feel his rough, calloused fingers graze your collarbones.
“You sure about this?” he asks you, and you nod.
He attaches his lips to the side of your throat. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his lips, and you feel his hands tighten on your hips. Your skin is on fire. You reach up, and slowly push up his sunglasses from his nose and to the top of his head. He looks up at you, hooded eyes meet your own. The blue of his eyes are almost swallowed with his black pupils, and you bite your lip at the sight, heat blossoming throughout your body. His eyes flick down at the movement, his mouth opened slightly.
At a particularly harsh suck, teeth grazing skin, your hips give an involuntary jolt into his, and he lets out a surprised, quiet groan.
“Shit, sorry, sorry,” you stutter.
The door swings open and before you can even process it, you hear a loud, “Oh shit sorry!” And the slamming of the door.
You jump, instinctively pushing Roger away from you, but his hands are still attached to your waist. So instead, he takes you down with him. You let out a surprised squeal before your body hits his as his back slams onto the bed beneath him.
Rolling off of him, you flop onto the bed panting. Heart beating out of your chest. A beat as you both lie on your backs, looking up at the ceiling.
And then you burst out laughing. Deep, heaving laughs that make you clutch at your stomach. And Roger’s laughing as well.
“You’re such a little shit!” you wheeze and hit him with one of the pillows. “Why didn’t you lock the door?”
“I thought I did! And also you were the one who basically jumped my bones out there––you should have been the one who locked the door!”
You scoff, but a smile pulls at your mouth. Pushing yourself up and off the bed, you walk over to a mirror that’s leaning on one of the walls. Poking and prodding the red mark quickly blossoming on the column of your throat, you deem it an acceptable love bite.
“Okay, this should be good, thanks––what are you doing?” You ask as you see Roger reaching for the buttons on his shirt.
“Keeping up appearances.” He gives you a wink before unbuttoning his shirt all the way open.
“Wait––” you say before grabbing a tube of your lipstick from your clutch. Opening the tube, you rub some of the color onto your fingers and proceed to rub it messily around Roger’s mouth. He looks down at you, smiling at the little furrow in your brow as you concentrate. You pull back and admire your handiwork.
“We are now the perfect sex-crazed couple,” you say with a wink and a flourish of your hand.
Walking out of the room, Roger pretends to readjust his belt, and you pull your dress down. Plastering a glazed, satisfied look on his face, he gives all the people standing in the hallway in front of the room a lazy smile.
A couple of whistles, and you just flash them a knowing smirk.
You’ve been at the party for an hour, and you’ve lost Roger after being swept away by some friends. Tired and ready to make your way back home, you’re in search of Roger and the rest of your friends to say bye. As you make your way through the too big house, you’re not watching in front of you. Instead, looking at what appears to be two people in chicken costumes dancing on top of one of the living room tables when you bump into someone. Strong arms grip your shoulders to steady you. You look up, opening your mouth to apologize. But stop short when you see who it is.
“Hey, Y/N, I just want to say congrats on your album,” your ex says with a sleazy smile. His hand lingers too long on your shoulder.
“Oh––uh, thank you.”
You see his eyes flick down, and then stay there. His brows furrow. And you let the self satisfied smile grow on your face when you know he’s looking at the dark bruise you’re not trying to hide.
“Who’s this, love,” Roger asks, coming up from behind you, his hands snaking around your waist. And you have to suppress your laughter as you can practically see the gears working in your ex’s head. His eyes rapidly flicking to your lipstick and then to the same color smudged onto Roger’s mouth. Your matching bed-ruffled hair. The way Roger possessively holds onto your waist, his thumbs rubbing lazy circles into the exposed skin of your stomach.
He blinks a few times before plastering on a slimy grin.
“Matthew,” he says, “Matthew Paul.”
“No way. You’re the bloke who stole the riff from our album!” he asks with an incredulous laugh. Your ex turns bright red, his eyes going wide. He clears his throat.
“So, uh, how did, uh, how did the two of you meet?”
“I was already a huge fan of her work. I went to a concert of hers, I think it was last Spring, and then we met at an afterparty where we really hit it off. And from there, I couldn’t think of anything but her,” he says. You blush before leaning in for a quick kiss on the lips. But when you try pulling away, his arm around your waist tightens and he deepens the kiss. When you part, your cheeks are flushed and you bite your swollen lips, slapping Roger on the chest.
“Just letting you know that you’re dating a fucking whore,” your ex says with a casual sip of his drink. If one wasn’t paying too close attention, they would have almost missed it. Roger stops dead in his tracks.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
Oh shit. By now, this little exchange has attracted a decent sized crowd. You see Brian pushing his way to the front, John right behind him.
“Roger…” you warn, but he’s not even looking at you. It’s actually Brian who steps in between the two men, placing a hand out in front of him. “Walk away,” he says to your ex.
Michael scoffs. Ignoring him, he looks at you, a fire in his eyes. “Oh so you’re fucking all of the members of Queen? That it? I always knew you were such a little slut.”
That’s when Roger punches him. You hear a sickening crunch when Roger’s fist slams into Michael’s nose. Blood sprays everywhere, and you shriek when a spatter of blood lands on the side of your face. ROGER TAYLOR ATTACKS MAN AT PARTY is the headline that flashes in your mind.
“Fuck!” Matthew shrieks, bent over and clutching his face.
“Say sorry.”
“Mate, I’m sorry––”
“What the fuc––not to me––say sorry to Y/N.”
Matthew pauses and turns to look at you. “I’m––I’m sorry,” he gets out, voice thick from the blood clogging his nose.
“Fucking dick,” Roger mumbles as he grabs his jacket, placing it on your shoulders, so you guys can leave. You guys leave the house, hand in hand, and you don’t look back at the gaping crowd.
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“You didn’t have to hit him, you know,” you say quietly, dabbing his raw knuckles with a cotton swab coated with Neosporin.
“He’s a fucking prick.” You laugh without humor because yeah, you know. You’re in your bathroom in your flat. Roger, sitting on the sink, and you, in between his legs. His hand resting in yours. He looks down at you as you work. Something he doesn’t want to acknowledge pulls at his heart when he sees your tongue poking out of your mouth and the determined furrow in your brow, the way your hair is a little bit messy and the fact that your makeup isn’t all the way off. The way you look in a ratty white tee shirt two sizes too big and how you’re holding his rough hand in between your soft, gentle fingers. The way he secretly wishes that that you were wearing one of his ratty tee shirts. It makes his heart ache. Ache for something he doesn’t want to know. Something he’s too scared to acknowledge––to pursue.
His hand reaches up before his mind can stop him. He reaches up and gently tries to wipe away the dried blood on your face. His thumb trying to rub it away.
“Roger you don’t have to do that…” you say, catching his hand in yours. It stills, still on your cheek.
“I want to,” he whispers. “Let me.” And he grabs the hand towel on the sink, dipping it in the bowl of warm water you brought and wipes your face. the gentleness such in contrast with the way he usually his, banging on his drums, fighting with the paparazzi. It makes your heart ache. Eyes so focused on getting the blood off your cheek, he doesn’t notice that you’re staring.
“Roger,” you murmur, and he looks up at you and something in his chest clenches. Your eyes a little shiny from the remnants of the alcohol, face flushed, and mouth parted. You look beautiful to him. You both look at each other for a beat too long, but you’re the first one to come to your senses and the spell is broken when you clear your throat.
“I––I didn’t finish with your fist, let me see it again.”
And so you work in silence for the rest of your time the bathroom, spreading the ointment over his knuckles before wrapping it with white gauze that you had in your first aid kit. When you fold the gauze over one last time, you pat his hand gently before grabbing the wrappers strewn over the sink countertop and throwing them away.
“All done. You change into those clothes while I make us some tea.”
“Wait––I can do it––you’ve done enough for me already…”
You give him a soft smile. “You’re in my home. Would be a shitty host if I let you make your own tea the first time you come into my flat,” you say with a wink before padding away into the kitchen.
Roger sits there for a moment longer, legs dangling off the sink counter. Hand beginning to throb. He hasn’t gotten that angry in a while now. Learned to control his anger. Usually was able to keep somewhat of a level-head around douchebags and critics––he obviously wasn’t unaccustomed to nasty language. But when your ex was spitting in your face, something in him snapped. Maybe because even though you looked calm and collected, he saw your hands––saw how you clenched them into fists to stop them from trembling.
Maybe because he hasn’t seen that look in your eyes. Hasn’t seen that type of vulnerability even when you He has seen the videos and the pictures––people screaming in your face, calling you the same names (some even worse) than what Michael said––and though you looked a little cautious––he has never seen that look of sadness that he saw when Michael was yelling at you tonight. The way he saw the fire in your eyes that he’s so used to seeing whenever you’re spitting at each other disappear.
He sighs before hopping down the sink, washing his face and then undressing in order to change into the clothes that you brought him.
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“What happened between the two of you?” Roger asks when he walks into the kitchen as you mix cream into your cup of tea. You stop. The spoon clattering loudly against the mug.
“He cheated on me––slept with a new groupie every night he was on the road.”
“Shit.”
“That’s why I don’t date guys in the music industry anymore…all of them turned out to be cheaters and liars.” And maybe his heart breaks a little when he sees the light shutter from your eyes. The slump of your shoulders that are usually so defiant and angry and annoyed at him.
“Don’t worry, you’re too hot to be tied down to one guy anyway,” He says with his signature smirk, and it pulls you back to reality, puts the fire back into your eyes––and in that moment you know what he did, why he said that. And for that, you’re grateful for him.
“You’re a dick, you know that?” you say with a light push to his shoulders, but a smile pulls at your lips anyway.
“It’s one of my many star qualities.”
“Only cream right?” you ask.
“Hmm, maybe add like a spoonful of sugar,” he says, and you look up with a grin.
“Oh, I thought you were too good for that,” you tease but dump a large scoop into his. He comes up to you, and flicks your nose, smiling at the little scrunch of your nose and the way you swat at his hand.
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You end up on the couch, watching whatever was on the TV at the time.
Roger looks over and smiles to himself. You let out a big yawn, glasses perched precariously at the tip of your nose.
“Hey, Y/N,” he whispers, gently tapping your leg, “I should probably get going…”
You blink awake. “Oh, you can spend the night––if you want. I have a guest room,” you say. You dont know what possessed you to say it, but it leaves your mouth before you could stop it. He stops––looks at the clock. Looks back at you. A beat.
“Okay, yeah, that would be better actually. Thanks.”
After grabbing a few extra blankets, pillows, and placing a glass of water with Advil on the side table, you deem the rarely used guest room acceptable for use. He settles into the bed, thanking you for everything.
“Goodnight Roger, if you need anything, I’m a door over,” you say before turning to leave the room.
“Hey, Y/N…” he calls out softly. You stop, waiting for him to continue. “I––I never cheated on those girls––never cheated on anyone in fact. All of them––after I broke up with them––they would run to the media. I guess given my reputation, it wasn’t hard for the general public to believe anyway.”
You furrow your brows. Furrow your brows because in that moment, you hear a deep sadness in his voice. A deep sadness filling the dark of the room. You hear him turn over, the bed sheets rustling, and before you can respond, he says, “Goodnight Y/N.”
And despite something stirring deep in your chest, you turn around and close the door.
WARNINGS: smut, oral (m on f), orgasm denial, cursing
A/N: I missed writing for ben, so here’s a filthy little thing for y'all (18+ only, this is seriously pure descriptive smut) I think this might be one of my fav smuts so far (along with the matt one i’m currently writing ) ++ update: the pixie trailer just came out, i’m right on time aaah
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“You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” Billy speaks against your lips, his hand cupping your jaw as he backs you up against the wall.
“I’m a big girl, Billy. I was handling the situation.” you answer, rolling your eyes at his overreaction. You push him away slightly and free your jaw from his loosening grip.
“You disobeyed an order and that almost cost you your life, Y/N. I don’t care if you think you had everything under control. You would be dead if it wasn’t for Seven intervening.”
Summary: Ben has everything in life he could ever ask for. An adorable beagle, a thriving acting career, and most importantly - (Y/N), his beautiful wife. Nothing could make life better, until (Y/N) finds out she’s due to give Ben the greatest gift she can give in nine months time.
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The next month couldn’t have crawled by any slower for Ben. Four weeks stretched out in four years before his eyes, each day passing slower than the last. While he didn’t have much down time from filming, or from Joe forcing him to go out to make up for ‘lost time’ when they were on opposite sides of the globe, a pregnancy book or guide for a first time expecting father was never far from his reach. He was determined to learn all he could so he could better help (Y/N) when he finally returned home. He wanted to make sure that the next eight months went by without a hitch. The more relaxed (Y/N) was, the happier they’d both be. Their phone calls always started with him asking her how she was feeling, if she was alright, if he needed to contact anybody to come help her, to which she would respond with a laugh saying she was fine. He was always ready to jump on a flight home at the drop of a hat if he needed to. As far as the actor was concerned, his wife had become a porcelain doll, capable of being shattered with the slightest of movements.
(Y/N) on the other hand had fallen into a rather comfortable routine. While the morning sickness, continuous cramps, and extreme fatigue were a bit short of fun, she found the more she stuck to a schedule the easier they were to deal with. The mornings were spent with her daily Facetime to Ben and walking Frankie before making some breakfast with a much needed cup of coffee - something she was gutted she had to cut down on - then hitting up the gym on her way to work. Afternoons would be consumed with work and many cups of decaffeinated tea to keep her mind off her inability to have coffee. Evenings would bring another walk with Frankie before dinner, a bit of yoga that had been recommended by her personal trainer, rounding out with some cuddling with the beagle whilst watching television before bed. She had everything figured out and while she missed Ben, she knew his return would throw a wrench into the well oiled machine she had created. To her, life hadn’t seemed to change all that much. (Y/N) saw her symptoms of pregnancy as more as bouts of mild inconvenience than an actual hindrance in her life. To Ben however, everything had changed, and his overprotective fatherly instincts were about to kick into overdrive.
It was a lovely morning when Ben stepped off his flight at Heathrow. Spring was finally in the air, even in the early hours of the morning the temperature had already reached a comfortable nine degrees celsius. The skies had finally cleared for the first time in about a week giving London a lovely view of the sun steadily rising up from the horizon. The birds were certainly more chatty this morning adding to the peace and serenity of the quietness of the early hours. He was absolutely shattered and in desperate need of a coffee and a bed, but not that he cared. The only thoughts on his mind as he quickly made his way through the airport, collecting his luggage, fumbling with his passport and headphones, was (Y/N) and their unborn child. When he walked out of international arrivals, his eyes immediately began to scan the crowd for the woman he had missed so dearly since passing through security two months prior. Soon his eyes caught sight of her (H/L) (H/C) locks cascading down around her smiling face, her vivacious (E/C) irises glinting pure joy back at him as soon as she locked eyes with him. She was absolutely glowing and she was hardly nine weeks along at this point. His heart pounded against his chest feeling the widest of grins begin to spread across his features as he seemed to get tunnel vision. He only had eyes for her.
(Y/N) was standing off to the side, a little bit away from the group of people who had congregated to wait for their loved ones to come through. She shifted from side to side, occasionally rising to the tips of her toes trying to see through the crowd for any sign of Ben. She felt her heart flutter in her chest at the sight of his tousled golden locks, something she desperately hoped their child inherited from him. He looked knackered, dark circles sitting heavily beneath his celadon gaze, another thing she hoped their child would have - in all honesty she just wanted a Ben clone running around. Even after a ten hour flight he still looked as handsome as ever in his black joggers, grey v-neck t-shirt, black bomber jacket, and a pair of raybans holding his ever growing golden locks back. She felt like an excited puppy as she tried to resist running over to him in order to spare her dignity, but she couldn’t care less.
The woman raced toward her husband, practically leaping into his arms holding him as close as she could, her hormones causing tears to fall as he held her in his strong arms. Ben hadn’t been expecting her to jump into his arms like that, but as always he was ready to grab her regardless. He only stumbled back a step or two before spinning them around in a small circle as some of the one lookers smiled softly at their display of affection. Ben slowly set her on her own feet as he shut his eyes, holding his wife tightly as he buried his face in her (H/C) locks, breathing in her scent he had missed for so long. He hadn’t realised just how much he had craved to hold her again until this moment. Like the last few weeks, this one moment stretched out into a thousand as he held her tightly, never wanting to let her go again. She was his better half, and he was glad to be whole again. “You’re finally home.” She whimpered softly into the crook of his neck. Ben could feel the hot, salty drops of her tears against his skin as he nuzzled his head into hers pulling back only just enough to kiss her.
The second his lips connected with her, the embers of their love that had been sitting as mere embers in both their hearts, smoldering amongst the ashes with a golden glow, quickly reignited into the flame they had felt for one another since day one, burning brightly for all to see. After all this time, after kissing her time and time again, each kiss still felt like the first time. The fireworks, the shivers of desire, the magnetic pull toward her, it was all still there. He pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers. “I’m here now, love. For both of you.” He smiled brightly, a hand falling down to rest on her belly. (Y/N) shivered with delight at his touch. There was something so exciting about Ben’s hand resting right above where their baby was growing within her.
“What about Frankie?” She gently teased him, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she kissed his nose.
“Of course! How could I ever forget about my darling girl, Frankie?” He chuckled as he took her hand as they made their way off toward the car park, stopping only briefly to get the exhausted actor a coffee so he wouldn’t collapse with exhaustion. (Y/N) helped Ben to push the trolly along with his suitcases on it so he could drink his coffee and still hold her hand by having his on the bar over hers. “So how have you been? Are you feeling alright? Have your symptoms been bad? How’d the booking appointment go? Did the midwife say you’re both okay?” He asked in rapid fire when they crossed out into the carpark to her car.
She giggled softly at his overprotectiveness shining through so early on, so quickly. “We’re both fine Ben. Everything’s in order, the midwife says they’re developing just fine. Although right now since the eyes are developing I’m hoping we lucked out and they have yours.” She laughed gently bumping against him. “Won’t know until they’re born though.”
He chuckled softly. “I beg to differ, yours are far more breathtaking.” He countered making her roll her eyes. When they stopped at the car he brought her hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss to her knuckles. “I really wish I could’ve been there…” He mumbled referring to her first appointment she had had only days prior.
She smiled softly up at him, a light blush flushing over her cheeks as she reached up to caress his cheek with her thumb before placing a tender kiss to his lips. “There are plenty more, more exciting appointments you’ll get to go to down the pipeline, love.” She gently rubbed her nose against his. “But I promise you’ll be at the next one for sure.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.” He gently kissed her before turning to load his bags as she moved to the drivers side of the car. “(Y/N/N), I’ll drive.” He offered with a smile.
“I don’t know if it’s wise for you to be driving after just stepping off of a ten hour flight Ben.” She laughed softly. “I’m only pregnant, not broken. I can still drive.”
“I know lovely…” He sighed, closing the boot before crossing over to stand in front of her. His right hand reached down to gently caress her belly as he leaned in to place a tender kiss to the side of her forehead as she unlocked the car. “I just….worry about you both.”
(Y/N) smiled up at the blond in front of her, her (E/C) irises glinting in the most dazzling way possible in the morning light making Ben’s heart sing with love. “I know big guy, but you don’t have to right now, we’ll be fine.” She gently caressed his cheek, her heart fluttering as he leaned into her touch. “Now, come on then, to the passengers side with you.” She giggled gently patting his cheek as she got in the driver’s seat. Ben, though not without hesitation, crossed to the other side of the car before piling himself into the passenger’s seat. Once they were out of the airport and on the road back home, he slowly reached over and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together into the tightly knit fabric he wanted their family to be. He brought it to his lips to place another tender kiss on the top of her hand. She glanced over at her bloved blond for a brief moment, a hint of blush playing on her cheeks before turning her attention back to the road. It was the best feeling ever having her caring, attentive husband back, maybe now getting through the pregnancy wouldnt be so bad. But not all things go as expected.
Her good old fashioned lover boy quickly proved to be quite overbearing when it came to her life style and how things should be done. Even though (Y/N) had managed the first nine weeks of her pregnancy perfectly fine on her own, Ben was convinced that she shouldn’t be doing much of anything anymore. At first it was cute the way he fussed and doted over her every waking moment, getting her anything and everything when she asked and showering her in kisses and cuddles. As the days passed though, the more things he began to take over doing. Anything from taking Frankie for her morning and evening walks to doing the shopping. As far as Ben was concerned she shouldn’t even be going to work anymore, and if it were left up to him, he’d have had (Y/N) quit her job all together - which he tried to convince her to do at one point. He had lost that argument though - hard. Even still, the second she walked through the door, he was there helping her get her coat off before bringing her to the couch where he’d bring her a cup of peppermint tea and she’d have to sit there and ‘rest’ all night. Cooking dinner or baking, out of the question - she could burn herself. Cleaning the flat because she wanted to, absurd - the chemicals would harm the baby. If Frankie wanted to play with her tug rope with her, Ben was telling the beagle no and would get her a treat to leave (Y/N) alone. She tried her best to let Ben do what he thought was right because he was just trying to be helpful, but as her freedoms diminished the more cross she got with the actor.
That was just the tip of the iceberg though. About a week and a half after Ben had been home, (Y/N) was getting her stuff together to go to the gym like she always did. She had been surprised that he hadn’t said anything about her thrice weekly gym sessions yet, but she wasn’t about to give him something else to take away from her by bringing it up. As she was zipping up the top of her gym bag she felt a presence behind her as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, hands resting firmly on her lower belly. “Where are you off to?” He questioned softly as he kissed at her ear, making her squirm with delight.
“The gym silly.” She laughed, a raised brow raised quizzically at him. She had been going every other day for as long as they had been together. “It’s Friday morning, I always go to the gym.”
“Are you sure that’s a smart idea?” He asked. “I mean, wouldn’t over exerting yourself harm the baby?”
She rolled her eyes pulling herself out of Ben’s arms, her annoyance at his overprotectiveness quickly returning as she slung the bag up over her shoulder. “Well good thing Maria knows how to work with pregnant women, so that won’t happen.” She grumbled referring to her personal trainer. As soon as (Y/N) had found out she was pregnant, the very next gym session they had together, they had already begun to modify the workouts so she could still get the most out of them without harming herself or the baby.
“Still…I’d feel a lot better if you stopped going to the gym for now.” He made his point of view extremely clear as he placed his hands on his hips, giving him a look of authority.
“What?” She gaped at him, brows raised in shock and confusion. She thought he had been reading pregnancy books in his down time judging by the stack of them in the livingroom. Everything he had been doing so far had been against everything that he should be doing to support her. “Why?!”
“I just worry about you! I don’t want to see either of you hurt!” He argued gently, reaching out to place a hand on her hip which she dodged by taking a step back.
“Well you’re not going to because nothing is going to happen!”
“Exactly because…”
“Because you never let me do anything anymore?!” She quickly snapped at him, her voice laced with venom in every syllable. “Fucking hell Ben! I’m only pregnant!”
“You say that like it’s no big deal.”
“Because it’s really not when you think about it!” She groaned a fire blazing deep in her (E/C) irises. “I’m not the first woman to be pregnant and I’m certainly not going to be the last! So you need to stop acting like I’m going to fall apart if I so much as lift a finger or a light breeze touches my skin. You won’t let me walk Frankie, I can’t cook, for fuck’s sake you wouldn’t let me eat a single biscuit last night to satisfy a sweet tooth!” She was still extremely annoyed about that one. Her doctor had told her she could continue eating sweets and what not in moderation like she had been doing already but with Ben it was an all or nothing deal. She hadn’t even opened the package last night before he was stealing it out of her hands saying she had to eat healthy for the baby. This, in turn, sparked a fit of rage in the pregnant woman who quickly stole back the package before isolating herself on their balcony where she watched the sunset over the London skyline alone. “Working out, moving around, sticking to a routine, thats all actually some of the best things I could and should be doing for myself!! But obviously you haven’t been reading those chapters of these so called pregnancy books.” She spat picking up one of his books from his nightstand next to the bed before throwing it down on the floor with a thud. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a gym session to attend. A session that will not only help make my back pain more bearable the further I get into pregancy AND make my labour a lot shorter and more manageable, but it will also help me get out the stress you have so inadvertently caused.” She grumbled bitterly before shoving her way past her husband and out of the flat altogether, slamming the door behind her in a fit of rage.
Ben was a little taken a back by (Y/N)’s sudden fit of rage as he stood there stock still in the middle of the room. He had never once seen his wife like this in their entire time together. Sure they had had arguments, but this argument had been different from any other - she was full out screaming at him. As much as he wanted to chalk it up to her hormones being out of wack, the more he thought about it the more he knew that he was the one at fault. He had been a completely massive dickhead. He had done nothing but baby her and disrupt the routine she had developed ever since he got home. She was right about everything and he knew it. While yes, there were certain things she couldn’t do, things she shouldn’t be doing was more like it, but she was still extremely capable of doing a majority of their day to day activities. Ben had succeed in doing nothing but take away his wife’s freedom, and he was only now just realising his crass mistake. There would of course be a day when she would need his help a lot more, but today - this early on in the pregnancy - was certainly not the time. The actor looked down seeing Frankie staring up at him from her spot in the doorway to the bedroom, a quizzical look in her eyes as she silently asked what was wrong. “I’ve fucked up big time Franks…” He sighed as he thought to himself for a moment. “But I think I know how to fix it.”
That night, (Y/N) was dreading returning home to the flat for two reasons which inadvertently were one in the same: facing Ben. Firstly was simply because she didn’t want to feel like a prisoner in her own body. And secondly, she felt terrible about the way she had screamed at Ben earlier when all he was trying to do was make her feel comfortable in an otherwise majorly uncomfortable time of her life. She had stopped by the shops on her way back to their flat to pick up a bottle of his favourite whiskey as a bit of a peace offering, and knowing he was likely going to need it as the days went by if he had to put up with her. When she walked into the flat, she sure as hell wasn’t surprised to find that Ben was nowhere in sight. She didn’t blame him if he never wanted to speak with her again in all honesty. She pulled off her coat and kicked off her shoes as she heard the tapping of claws against the hard wood floor behind her. Frankie stood there happily wagging her tail, looking up expectantly at the (H/C) woman she had come to love. (Y/N) smiled, kneeling down to gently stroke her head as Frankie stood up on her knees to gently lick her face. It wasn’t long after her blond husband appeared before them, looking down at the sight with a blank exression. She turned her (E/C) gaze, filled with sorrow and reget up to meet his celadon orbs, offering him a weak smile, but Ben’s expression remained ever stoic. “I’m sorry…” She apologised in the smallest voice Ben had ever heard from her, at least in comparison to her outburst earlier. She gently pushed the beagle off her before slowly pushing herself up to her feet, grabbing the bottle in the brown paper bag that was sat next to her. “I know it’s shitty of me to blame what happened on my hormones, but they got the better of me. You didn’t deserve any…”
“No I did.” Ben cut her off taking the (H/C) woman by surprise. He looked down at his feet, gently taking his wife’s hand in his. “I made it seem in my head that you were completely incapable of living just because your pregnant. You managed just fine for ten weeks without me, and you’ve been doing everything you’re supposed to be doing.” He admitted sheepishly. “I’m new at this whole dad thing.” He chuckled softly. “I don’t know what to expect, so I over compensated. I know now that you’re stronger than ever, and you’re going to make one bad ass mum.” He winked making her laugh.
“It’s still no excuse on my part.” She sighed looking down.
Ben smiled softly reaching out to cup her cheek, turning her gaze up to meet his. “I know you weren’t actually yelling at me. You were just yelling in my general direction.” He smirked softly. “Outbursts are going to happen until your hormones level out, you only said everything you would’ve said if we just had a conversation about it.” He admitted smiling as she leaned happily into his touch. “I promise I’ll back off. The last thing I want to be is one of those helicopter parents, guess I’m not really setting myself up for greatness now am I?”
She laughed softly turning to kiss the palm of his hand. “Thank you Benny.” She smiled softly up at him. “I’m going to need you more the further I get along, but for right now I want to enjoy what freedom we have left, with you at my side.”
“And I’ll be there every step of the way.” He smiled his other hand moving to caress her belly, the action making her heart flutter in her chest as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tender kiss. “You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.” He mumbled softly as he rested his forehead against hers. She smiled, feeling another wave of hormones pass over her as tears started to form in her eyes. “No! No, love, please don’t cry. You’re just going to make me cry!” He chuckled softly reaching up to wipe away her tears.
“Hormones.” She admitted as she fanned at her eyes trying not to cry. “Oh I almost forgot.” She said bringing her arms back in front of her to show him the whiskey bottle. “For you. Figured you’re going to need it since you’ve got to put up with me for the next seven months.”
He smiled warmly, pulling her into a tender kiss, his hand never leaving her belly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Summary: Ben has everything in life he could ever ask for. An adorable beagle, a thriving acting career, and most importantly - (Y/N), his beautiful wife. Nothing could make life better, until (Y/N) finds out she’s due to give Ben the greatest gift she can give in nine months time.
A/N: I guess the Prologue never made it into the tags or something but you need to read it for this first chapter here to make sense so give that a read first find the link above. Also please reblog as it helps more people to see my work! Thanks!
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Ben had been gone for about a month now, off in America filming a project that just so happened to involve one of his friends, Joe Mazzello. He seemed happy enough in their nightly FaceTime chats - well nightly for Ben, morningly for (Y/N) - but just speaking to each other on the phone wasn’t enough. This time in particular had been harder on them than all the other times in the past he had to leave in order to earn a living, and they could only chalk it up to being newlyweds. Ben missed his best girl, and would send her texts throughout the London evening, LA morning saying how much he missed her and how he couldn’t wait to be home again. And of course the instagram content that came with Joe and Ben’s reuniting was enough to keep the female laughing throughout the day when her lover was asleep.
(Y/N) and Frankie had been getting by well as they always did when Ben was gone. Long walks together in the morning after calls with Ben and another in the evening when (Y/N) returned home from work. While Frankie wasn’t the blond actor the (H/C) woman had fallen in love with, her cuddles were enough to get her through the night. The little dog seemed to know exactly when she needed comfort and would lay completely still pressed up against her body allowing her to pet her to her heart’s desire. And although when Ben was home they had the beagle sleep in her own bed, (Y/N) missed the feeling of having someone next to her. So naturally Frankie had begun to take up residence on Ben’s side of the bed, ever close for when (Y/N) needed her.
The warm golden beams of sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the curtains, gently pulling the (h/c) female from her peaceful slumber a few minutes before her alarm was to go off. She stretched with a squeak before rolling over to face Ben’s empty side of the bed seeing Frankie was still passed out. (Y/N) smiled softly at her steady breathing before opting to cuddle with Ben’s pillow instead so as not to wake her. She pulled the soft cushion into her chest breathing in its scent. Even after a month of him being gone it still smelled of his shampoo and cologne with a hint of cigarette smoke. It set her heart alight with emotions of contentment and love for the actor while breaking it all the same. She missed him terribly and longed for him to be home in her arms once again. Even as the weather was starting to get a bit warmer as winter was trudging to its slow bitter end, it did little to lift her spirits. Some days were better than others, those were typically the sunny days like today, where she could wake up to the melodic sounds of birds singing in the tree right outside their window. Others she barely wanted to get out of bed, but she would know deep in her heart it’s what he would want her to do. Her alarm sounded after a few minutes waking the beagle from her slumber, but like (Y/N), this morning even Frankie was feeling rather lethargic. She stood shaking herself out before joining the female in resting her head on Ben’s pillows. (Y/N) giggled softly as she reached over to gently stroke her tricoloured fur. “I know Franks, I miss him too…” She breathed out with a smile as Frankie licked at her fingers before burying her nose into his other pillow. (Y/N) sighed peacefully as she breathed in the scent from the eygptian cotton closing her eyes again, just wanting the comfort of Ben’s embrace. She wasn’t sure how long she had drifted off for but on cue and on time as always, her phone began to buzz on the side table behind her with her morning phone call from Ben. She lazily reached over to unlock her phone, smiling tirely, the clouds of sleep still hanging heavily over her as she greeted her husband. “Hi.” She breathed.
Ben chuckled softly, seeing how drunk on sleep she still was. “I didn’t wake you did I? You’re usually in the kitchen by now.”
“Nah, we girls just decided to have a bit of a lay in this morning rather than the longer W-A-L-K.” She laughed having to spell it out so the beagle didn’t suddenly become a bolt of energy as she moved the camera so he could see both his girls at the same time.
He laughed softly, his celadon irises lighting up at the sight of the two of them. “Are you both cuddling with my pillows?”
“Well I was at least before she woke up. I miss you.” (Y/N) mumbled softly resting the phone against a section of the comforter she had piled up. Although she said it every day, each day it made his heart ache a little bit more, he was often busy on set, during the day so hearing her say that made his nights feel all the more lonely. “Franks must miss you too, she crawled over and did the exact same thing the moment she woke up.”
“Awe, well if it’s any consolation I miss my best girls more than anything.” He sighed, a slight furrow of sadness to his brow. “Not long now, though, only a few more weeks until we’ll be together again for a long while. The next few projects I’ve got stacked up don’t require leaving the UK for more than a week or two.”
“I know…but I still wish I just…had a piece of you here with me still.” She sighed with the slightest of grimaces. They chatted as they normally did for another ten minutes or so before he was yawning, worn out from his day on set. “I best be letting you get off to bed. You look quite knackered.”
“I think ‘exhausted’ is more like it.” He yawned again. He went quiet as he simply stared at the screen for a few moments. “God…how did a guy like me get so lucky to have someone as beautiful as you for a wife.” He mumbled making her blush like he always did near the end of their calls.
“Could say the same for you with those rippling pectorals of yours.” She winked cheekily making Ben chuckle softly. “I love you Ben…so much.”
“I love you more.” He smiled. “See you soon.”
“Bye….” She whispered, and with the press of a button he was gone again, just like always. (Y/N) sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as she clutched his pillow to her chest once again, a wave of longing for him and sadness washing over her for a few moments before she rolled over to gently pet the beagle a bit. “What do you say we have our breakfast and go for a walk, Franks?” She giggled as Frankie’s ears perked up at the mention of food and one of her favourite activities, her tail thumping heavily against the comforter. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
It was a beautiful day, a comfortable but still chilly seven celsius at half seven in the morning as the woman and her four legged friend made their way around Regent’s Park. The sun shone down basking the park in its golden glow, warming the air a bit more by the hour. The thing (Y/N) rather loved about the London Parks was how they made you feel as though you weren’t in the centre of a bustling metropolis. They existed as their own little world for the pair to get lost in and forget about their missing companion for however brief a time as he was never far from the forefront of her mind. As they made their way back toward Primrose Hill, (Y/N) found a sudden wave of uncontrollable nausea plaguing her. She did her best to combat the rising discomfort of the sudden sickness but as it only got steadily worse, she tugged gently on Frankie’s lead. “Come on Franks…” She breathed before pulling her in the direction of a bin before spilling her breakfast into it. (Y/N) groaned as she looked down at Frankie who was looking expectantly up at her with perked ears as if silently asking if she was okay. Her (E/C) irises shone brightly in the London morning as she stooped down to gently pat the beagle’s head. “I’m alright, come on, let’s go home.”
However the strange sickness didn’t stop with one and done. (Y/N) was quite ill all the time she was at work, experiencing another chunder soon after lunch, then in the late afternoon, and a few times in the evening as well. She turned in early for the night figuring it to be a stomach bug of sorts, but when this bug persisted for the next few days, it was plain to see that something wasn’t right. “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She mumbled as she ran a hand over her face as she sat on the couch with a cup of peppermint tea to settle the gurgling pit that was her raging stomach with Ben on Facetime. “Think I should go to the GP?”
“I’d feel a lot better if you did.” He reasoned as he bit the inside of his lip. “It always makes me feel so gutted when I can’t be there to take care of you when you’re ill. You deserve to have someone there for you.”
“I know love, but this isn’t the first time one of us has been ill when we’ve been apart, and I highly doubt it’ll be the last.” She smiled reassuringly at her blond. “I’m sure it’s nothing but just for some peace of mind for both of us I’ll get looked at. Sound?”
Ben nodded with a sigh. “Please text me as soon as you know something, even if I’m asleep, I’ll at least have it for when I wake up. Okay?”
She giggled softly at his conscientious attitude toward her. “I swear you’re going to make such a brilliant father one day with that overprotectiveness of yours.”
This spawned the largest grin she had seen on his features in the longest time. They of course had discussed the idea of having kids at some point after they were married. They agreed that they would let nature take its course and when it happened it would happen, all the same they were going to be careful. “Maybe one day, but for now I’ve got you to fuss over.” Regardless of when a child blessed their lives, he would never stop fussing over (Y/N). Nothing but the best was good enough for his beloved in his eyes. “I should be getting off to bed now, early call tomorrow.”
“Alright, I’ll let you know what happens when I know. I love you Benny.” She smiled using the name she knew he hated but would allow her to use while he was gone filming or when she was sick.
He rolled his eyes at the nickname as a smirk spread across his features. “I love you more (Y/N/N).” He winked before they hung up.
True to her word, (Y/N) called in sick to work that day and found herself in the waiting room at her GP. When it was her turn the doctor ran through the usual questions: what’s wrong? How long have you been experiencing symptoms? When was the date of your last period? Is there a chance that you’re pregnant? While (Y/N) didn’t believe that she was pregnant, they still opted to run a blood test anyway before looking her over further. After about ten minutes the results came back as the doctor strolled into the room. (Y/N) looked at her with a calculating stare, as if silently asking what the results were. The doctor smiled before speaking two words (Y/N) thought she and Ben wouldn’t have been hearing for quite some time yet. “You’re pregnant.” The doctor waited to gage the woman’s reaction before letting out a silent sigh of relief at the sight of a smile of someone who was on cloud nine spread across (Y/N)’s features. “Congratulations Mrs Jones.”
(Y/N) practically floated out of the GP’s office later after the appointment, unable to wipe the grin off her face. Absolutely nothing could hamper the intense feeling of dopamine coursing through her veins at this moment. She and Ben were expecting their first child. While they hadn’t been planning to have a child just yet, she knew that given his expression this morning when she told him that he was going to be a great father, he would soon be right there on cloud nine with her at the news. Now it just became a matter of how to tell her husband. She had always imagined how she would tell him that she was pregnant for the first time, of course in all of her fantasies Ben hadn’t been halfway around the world. This was going to take some creative planning on her part.
Later that evening as she was reaching for her phone to FaceTime Ben, her screen lit up with his contact photo. She smiled brightly, this was it. She quickly calmed herself before looking down at the Beagle sitting on the couch next to her, happily panting away. She unlocked the phone to see not Ben’s face but Joe’s. “Ugh, what do you want?” She playfully scoffed at her husband’s friend.
“Really (Y/N), after all this time, that’s how you greet me? I thought that we had a connection, you and I.” Joe sighed before running a hand over his face. “No matter I’ll just steal your man then.”
“You wouldn’t.” She glared playfully at the American.
“Oh wouldn’t I?” He said turning the camera so she could see Ben sitting in the car next to him who was rolling his eyes. Joe had stolen the phone from his hand the moment he pulled up her contact on FaceTime. “He’s going to be trapped in a car with me for the next hour, but I’m sure he’ll be mine in less than twenty minutes if I play my cards right.”
“Ben, is this your way of telling me you’re leaving me for Joe?” She laughed.
“No he had his chance.” He rolled his eyes, turning to look at his friend. “But you chose the fucking cardboard cutout instead.”
“How dare you disrespect Cardie B like that.” Joe laughed before handing back the Brit his phone. “I’ll let you two talk now.”
“Thank you.” Ben chuckled looking at his phone. “You alright?” He asked.
“Alright. You?” She smiled at him, her eyes glinting with that ‘I have a secret look’.
“Alright.” He smirked.
“Really feeling the love between you two.” Joe laughed prompting a two finger salute from Ben.
“You go to the GP then?” He asked (Y/N) to which she nodded. “What’d they say then?”
“Don’t you want to say hi to Frankie first? She’s been waiting here patiently. She needs a bit of love from her daddy.” She giggled putting the phone in front of Frankie prompting her to sniff at the screen. “Say hi to Ben, Franks.”
Ben rolled his eyes playfully, he just wanted to know if everything with his wife was sound, but he missed his little girl too. “Hi Franks!” He spoke making the Beagle’s ears perk up at the sound of his voice. “Daddy misses you.” He chuckled making a kissy sound. “What’s that you’ve got around her neck? Has she got on a bandana or something?”
“Oh do you like it? She picked it out when we went to the store after the GP to pick up some more food.” She giggled. “Here read what’s written on it.” She said moving the camera so Ben could see what was written on the bandana, holding her breath as he did so.
“‘Guess what? Mum’s….’” He read aloud, voice trailing off before he could speak the last word on the bandana, his celadon eyes going wide as he dropped the phone.
“Jesus Ben.” She heard Joe’s voice as he picked up Ben’s phone from the floor of the car. “Let’s see this bandana then.” Joe’s eyes scanned over the writing. “Oh my god! Congratulations you two!! I’m so happy for you!” Joe smiled, patting Ben on the back snapping him out of his trance. “Congrats man! This is fantastic!”
The blond snatched the phone back from his friend, staring intently at the screen trying to make sure (Y/N) wasn’t punking him. “Are you serious?!” A look of pure joy was covering his features. “You’re really pregnant?!”
(Y/N) smiled brightly, nodding furiously as her voice caught in her throat. She moved the phone above her so Ben could see her tummy as she placed a hand on her lower abdomen. “Looks like you left a part of you here after all.” Her smile warmed his heart more than the morning sun that shone through the car window. His wife, his best friend, his (Y/N)…was pregnant with his child. He couldn’t believe it, it was like some incredible dream and if it was, he absolutely never wanted to wake up. His only regret was that he wasn’t there to hold her right then in this moment.
“I can’t believe it…we’re going to be parents.” He was floating up out of his body, riding out the shot of ecstasy that she had given him. “My god…why can’t I be there with you right now.”
“Soon love.” She winked at him. “The three of us…” She trailed off a moment, getting Frankie in the shot. “We’re not going anywhere. We’ll be right here for you when you get back.”
“I can’t wait to be back.” Ben mumbled with a smile. They talked, along with Joe, for a bit before (Y/N) had to hang up to make supper for herself and Frankie. “Thank you (Y/N)….” He smiled referring to the child she was baring. “I love you…I love you both so, so much.”
(Y/N) thought the smile that had been permanently etched into her features all day couldn’t grow any wider, until he went and said something like that. “We love you too Ben…safe travels.” Ben’s heart fluttered against his chest at those words. He was going to be a father.
Later that night as (Y/N) was about to head to bed, she received a text from Joe on WhatsApp. You’ve certainly got yourself a committed man, made the driver pull over so he could pick up this to read during our down time. With the text came a picture he took of Ben sitting in his chair offset reading a book titled ‘The Expectant Dad’s Survival Guide: Everything You Need to Know’. The sight made (Y/N)’s heart sing, loud enough that she was sure that he heard it around the world in The States. Aweeeeee bless him she responded before locking her phone. She placed a hand on her belly as she laid on her back staring at the ceiling. “You’re going to have the world’s best dad, love.”
- “She’s his bestfriend, her forever companion after all the years. She wants to say everything she feels towards him, but she guessed she’s just too late…”
- “You got a job as a bartender in a yacht somewhere in Switzerland, and you didn’t know that the yacht was rented by a famous band for the whole weekend…”
- “You have been having a huge crush on your friend Roger back when you’re still in college. Now he’s a rising rockstar and selling out universities in UK. You’re still finding the time to tell your feelings to him because that silence inside your heart kills you slowly.But he suddenly put up an argument with you that pretty sure broke the friendship a little bit. How will you both recover from that?…
- “Mistakes were proven. Now you’ve seen it and felt the pain that suffers you in the heart right there in the scene you’ve caught. He knows what he did was unforgivable but he wants you to forgive him still, but it’s just impossible…”
-“In 1982, you are invited to his wedding. He was the love of your life before, but now you’re just watching him showing his love with another woman, that is supposed to be you. You can’t stop but to remember the things that had happened between the both of you that really struck your heart…”
•Finding You (series coming soon)
- “Something happened after your 25th birthday. Wishing on your birthday candles for one small thing in your life became a huge deal when your actual wish turned real as you woke up after your party, living in the year of 1975 and being as another person. You didn’t know that wish you’ve made was a mission. A mission that you have to find him, for you to go back to in your own time…”
- “Your life-long friend Rami called you in to come with them in a Queen+Adam Lambert concert. It turns out you’ll be facing your celebrity crush, Joe Mazello…”
- “You’re the only daughter of the famous actor James McAvoy and in his major film, X-Men, you have met someone that would unexpectedly change your life…”
- “Gwilym takes you to his parent’s summer cabin and everything just got carried away…”
•Heartstrings(series coming soon)
- “You are a local instrument teacher that teaches children to play the guitar. You’ve met Florence, a little girl that is far more interesting than the other kids, and then you’ve met her father, a single father that wants his daughter to feel like she’s a rockstar through the lessons…”
- “After your major heartbreak, you have called the only friend that will always listen to what you’ll say. Confessions exposed unhand, but would he feel the same way too?…”
-“In the summer of 1975, you’re working as Paul Prenter’s assistant and asks you to come with him in Ridge Farm for the recording for Queen’s upcoming album. While the band isn’t around in the studio, you tried singing by yourself with the song you’re randomly making until John Deacon found you alone there…”
- “She’s his bestfriend, her forever companion after all the years. She wants to say everything she feels towards him, but she guessed she’s just too late…”
- “You got a job as a bartender in a yacht somewhere in Switzerland, and you didn’t know that the yacht was rented by a famous band for the whole weekend…”
- “You have been having a huge crush on your friend Roger back when you’re still in college. Now he’s a rising rockstar and selling out universities in UK. You’re still finding the time to tell your feelings to him because that silence inside your heart kills you slowly.But he suddenly put up an argument with you that pretty sure broke the friendship a little bit. How will you both recover from that?…
- “Mistakes were proven. Now you’ve seen it and felt the pain that suffers you in the heart right there in the scene you’ve caught. He knows what he did was unforgivable but he wants you to forgive him still, but it’s just impossible…”
•Finding You (series coming soon)
- “Something happened after your 25th birthday. Wishing on your birthday candles for one small thing in your life became a huge deal when your actual wish turned real as you woke up after your party, living in the year of 1975 and being as another person. You didn’t know that wish you’ve made was a mission. A mission that you have to find him, for you to go back to in your own time…”
- “Your life-long friend Rami called you in to come with them in a Queen+Adam Lambert concert. It turns out you’ll be facing your celebrity crush, Joe Mazello…”
- “You’re the only daughter of the famous actor James McAvoy and in his major film, X-Men, you have met someone that would unexpectedly change your life…”
- “Gwilym takes you to his parent’s summer cabin and everything just got carried away…”
•Heartstrings(series coming soon)
- “You are a local instrument teacher that teaches children to play the guitar. You’ve met Florence, a little girl that is far more interesting than the other kids, and then you’ve met her father, a single father that wants his daughter to feel like she’s a rockstar through the lessons…”
- “After your major heartbreak, you have called the only friend that will always listen to what you’ll say. Confessions exposed unhand, but would he feel the same way too?…”
-“In the summer of 1975, you’re working as Paul Prenter’s assistant and asks you to come with him in Ridge Farm for the recording for Queen’s upcoming album. While the band isn’t around in the studio, you tried singing by yourself with the song you’re randomly making until John Deacon found you alone there…”
-“In the year of 1971, you dreamed to be the best musician/performer that you’ll ever be. Upon achieving your dream, you’ve met these musicians that came unexpectedly in your life. The story of you and this rising band will be the biggest rollercoaster ride. Upon chasing those dreams together, there always be a consequence…”
so here it is, the very anticipated out of time and sorry for the delay, but here’s my roger x reader time travel fic! the reader finds herself in the 1970s on her 23rd birthday and bumps into queen in their earlier days.
the above picture is what the reader is wearing! im very hyped about this so please comment/reblog or send me an ask of what you think?
Out of all the ways you expected your 23rd birthday to go, this was definitely not one of them. You were sat on the barstool, holding a Tequila Sunrise, a drink that one of your friends had handed to you and you were honestly too drunk to remember which one. You weren’t one to get smashed usually, but it was your birthday, and it was an exception. It was your best friend Lisa, who’d convinced you to celebrate in a pub, more precisely one of the oldest pubs in London, The Rabbit Hole. You could tell it had been built way back in the 1970s as soon as you’d walked in, the atmosphere and the aesthetics of the place were such. It was beautiful honestly, but it wasn’t much of your style. In the end it didn’t matter anyway, you weren’t going to remember this night hopefully.
“Someone tells me you’re the birthday girl” You heard a smooth voice from next to you and you turned your head to see the most gorgeous man you’d seen here.
“Well, what’s it to you?” You asked, lifting a brow.
“I was hoping I could buy you a drink, looks like you hate that one” He said, pointing at your glass and you let out a laugh, moving closer to him.
“Oh well, how could I possibly refuse such an offer?” You asked, the alcohol getting the most of you. You were never this flirtatious when sober. Sober, you would be dying of embarrassment at that very moment.
“What can I call you?” He asked and you told him your name, throwing caution to the wind as you chatted up a complete stranger.
“I’m Ezra” He said and extended a hand to you and you laughed at the formality of the gesture. You shook his hand with a raised eyebrow, as if you were shaking the hand of a Royal and dropped it down to rest on your thigh.
“Something tells me you’re not having the best time” He pointed out and handed you the new drink he’d got you.
“Well, half the bar is filled with people I don’t know and the rest with people I couldn’t care less about” You said, sipping it and immediately realizing his taste in alcohol was infinitely times better than yours.
“Not even that eccentric blonde?” He asked, referring to Lisa, the one who’d really put all this together, against your will.
“I despise surprise parties but hell if I’m gonna pass up an opportunity to dress up and get shitfaced” You laughed “I’m not really the sort to party every weekend”
“Your appearance says otherwise” He smiled and you laughed.
“Just needed a bit of fun, really. I don’t usually celebrate my birthday so extravagantly” You explained as you tried to take in Ezra. He was cute, he had a sort of boyish charm to him and you were a sucker for that.
Overview: You and Ben take Frankie on a winter beach walk :)
A/N: It’s been a while I know. Who would’ve thought being in your final yea of A-Levels actually meant you had to work? I’m back on top (at least for the moment) so I am catching up on the some writing so hopefully I’ll upload some more soon. Since my last imagine there are a lot more of you so this is just a quick Hi and thank you for reading my stuff it really means a lot. I hope you like this imagine too. If you have any requests send me a message :)
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Frankie was barking with wild excitement. His head kept popping up from the boot, no matter how many times you asked him to get down. When he saw the glittering mass of sea the dog got so excited, he started barking at the window, only stopping when he got too excited and smacked his head on the window.
“Is he alright?” Ben whipped his head around.
“Watch the road!” You laughed, lightly pushing his cheek to look forward “and he’s fine. Ok, next right.”
The music blasted from the speaker of your old car, the bass so strong it was causing the tub of chewing gum to vibrate violently.
“Remind me why we had to drive your old car?” Ben half asked, half yelled.
“It’s a tradition! I always come to the beach in this car.” Your feet stretched further on the dashboard, looking over at Ben who eyes were back on the road. Damn, he looked cute; particularly when he chuckled at your last comment, shaking his head slightly. As he continued to drive to the shore, your chest felt warm. It felt great to be home.
As soon as you pulled into the makeshift car park and the engine spluttered off Frankie was at it again, scratching against the boot door and whining. You opened the door and he shot off like a cork. Ben called him to stop and the dog skidded to a halt, kicking sand up into a small hazy cloud. The car park was deserted, normality in the middle of February. The tracks of car tyres and dragged body boards with pattering’s of feet had been dusted away, making the place seem almost forgotten. It made your blood tingle with excitement. That was until You peered into the boot and groaned “oh noooo.”
“What?”
“I didn’t bring enough layers,” you shook your head “I’m such an idiot it’s freezing.”
“But Ben, I never get cold at the beach,” your boyfriend mimicked you higher pitch voice “The beach was practically my bedroom when I lived here.”
“Oh, you’re so FUNNY!” after failing to think of a comeback all you could do was mock his laugh. Ben’s face softened.” I’ll keep you warm love” he grabbed your hand and tucked It into the nook of his elbow, yelling at Frankie to stop sniffing and start walking.
Light grey clouds scuttled across the sky, a watery sun peaking through the cracks onto the deserted beach. It was nearly golden hour and a chilling breeze lapped at the sparkling water. The scent of salt stuck in your nostrils. Frankie, too excited to stay with you, bolted down the sandy path and shot towards the water. His bark caused seagulls to fly from where they stood, cawing indignantly. You and Ben took your time, him holding onto your hand so you wouldn’t slip on the crumbling sand dunes. Voices raised to be heard over the wind you two huddled close together as you walked by the shore. Occasionally Ben would break away to throw Frankie his tennis ball; bowing when you’d applaud a particularly long shot. His cheeks were flushed pink with cold but he was grinning widely, his blonde hair tangling into a messy mop. One time you stretched out to fix it but he swatted away “I want the beach look,” he laughed. It was nice to see him so relaxed. Back in the city Ben rarely had time to stop; if it wasn’t a movie then it was interviews, dinners with directors, gala or benefit nights. They were fun, but it was always work. Here, he could concentrate on him and you. Being just your boyfriend, not working you into his schedule like you’re some kind of business partner.
“I can see why you and your friends would come here,” he said, “It really is beautiful.”
“My friends mum owns the beach café on the hill” you pointed to the cliff that curved towards the sea “we used to spend all summer making bonfires and eating free chips.”
“Please say she’ll give us free chips,” Ben groaned.
You shrugged “She might give them to me.”
“Will she change her mind if I use my full name?”
“Using your fame for free food?” you pretended to wipe tears from your eyes “I’m so proud.”
An older couple were strolling in the opposite direction. They wore matching green coats and walked with the lack of purpose that was common on a Sunday afternoon. They smiled sweetly at you and Ben, the way that you cuddled into each other, your paths weaving haphazardly when one of you would laugh so hard, you’d stumble. The wife turned to her husband and asked if he remembered what it was like to be that young and in Love. The husband looked over, saw the way you’d steal kisses and how Ben would jump on your back in a piggyback motion, roaring with laughter when you’d almost topple over head first into the sand. A small light haired dog yapped by the sea shore in delight, biting at the waves and looking confused when he wasn’t unsuccessful. The husband looked back at his wife and smiled. Yes, he said, I still feel like that now. He loved the way his wife blushed,linking her hand with his. They continued to walk across the beach, the sound of you two ringing in their ears.
“Did you see that couple walking along the beach?” you asked, dusting sand off your knees and upper thighs-it had already gritted into your wellie boots. “They were so cute. Do you think you’ll still love me when I’m that age?”
“I’ve got to be with you until we’re like that?”
“Rude.”
“I have no doubt about it,” Ben winked. He got distracted saw his dog splashing in the froth “Frankie,” he sloshed over to scratch behind his dog’s ears “You coming?” he called to you still on the shore. You shook your head and tried to protest, but Ben wouldn’t hear it. “Come on,” he grabbed your hand and dragged you in.
“Ben nooo” you tried to pull back but your boyfriend was persistent.
“If you don’t stop whining, I’ll push you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
He wiggled his eyebrows before gently pushing your shoulder “oops.”
“Stop it.”
He did it again, harder. “My bad.”
“Ben,” you shoved him and he stumbled, causing seawater to slosh onto his jeans.
“Oh, you wanna play that game?” light shoving dissolved into a play fight, pushing hard enough to stumble but not to fall over-that was until your boot slipped into a dent in the sea floor. You wobbled, gasped, and fell with a soft smack into the sea. Instantly your skin numbed with cold, skin and clothing sticking together like glue. Your eyes stung with salt as you gasped for air. Although you couldn’t see you could hear Ben laughing hysterically.
“Oh my- “
“I’m so sorry,” Ben gasped “You just…. you” he couldn’t finish his sentence as he fell into silent laughter.
“BEN!” You watched your boyfriend flailing about, clutching his sides and his laugh becoming higher and higher with hysteria. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” When you stood up your clothes made a sucking gloop before starting to pour like a shower. Your teeth started to chatter. “I’m so cold.”
“I wish I’d filmed it.”
“I have no spare clothes. I’m cold and wet and I have no clothes. DON’T YOU DARE MAKE A JOKE,” you pointed warningly. Ben closed his mouth again. When you tried to walk out of the sea more water trickled down your stomach. Tears pricked at your eyes. “I’m cold.”
“Oh Y/N” Ben’s face softened as he saw how upset you were. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“You got me wet,” you whined.
“I’m not going to make a joke, I’m not going to make a joke,” he closed his eyes and shook his head smirking. Ben followed you as you went out to the sand, then started to take off his jacket. Ordering you to take off your wet clothes he pulled off his big hoodie, goosebumps already littering his skin “Here.” Without hesitation, you pulled the jumper over your head. Although the warmth spread across your skin that wasn’t enough for Ben, who pulled you into his chest and wrapped his coat around so you were smooshed into his chest. He rubbed his hands violently on your back. You moaned softly as the warmth made your skin itch slightly. Ben rested his chin on your forehead, drawing you closer as your shakes subsided. He didn’t want to let go though. “Warmer?”
“Much warmer.”
“You’ll laugh about this one day.”
You poked at his side, causing him to jerk “ow! Okay maybe not.”
“Stop moving I’m getting cold again,” you smiled.
“You were the one who made me move!”
“You pushed me into the sea so I win this argument.”
Ben shook his head but he was smiling. You lodged your chin onto Ben’s chest, admiring this angle of his jaw and lashes. “Wanna go get those chips now?”
“In a minute. I want to hold you like this for just a bit longer.”
In the background, Frankie was barking at a seagull. The waves crashed onto the sand. The sun was starting to set, staining the sky a burnt orange and smudged with grey clouds. The jumper was soft against your skin, and you already knew you were going to steal this jumper. Ben felt a wave of calm with you in his arms, your heart beating against his chest.
“I would push you in the sea a thousand times more if it meant I could hold you like this.”
“So, you admit you pushed me on purpose?” you teased.
“I’ve got better things to do with my Saturdays…” Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader
Overview: The night that you, your boyfriend Roger Taylor and band mate Brian May meet Freddie is one to remember
A/N: Iya lovesssss! I have been in such a writing mood the past few days it’s insane. I’ve planned loads but all I’ve been thinking about is Ben Hardy so I hope you’ve been enjoying the content. The support the guys have been giving me is incredible and I cannot thank you all enough. Hope you enjoy.
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The crescendo of clashing symbols cut through the screaming crowd. Even though you’d seen the band play dozens of times, you couldn’t help but jump around with everyone else, clapping until your hands were numb and red. There wasn’t a single person in the pub that wasn’t going wild. Brian, Roger and Tim all beamed widely, their jubilance clear even in the low lighting. Girls were swooning in the front row, one almost fainted. “Thank you everyone!” Tim yelled into the microphone “We are smile, GOODNIGHT!”
The crowd roared. Brian and Tim bowed and walked off the stage, slipping out back stage door and out of sight. Roger hesitated. He stood and waved at a couple of people, throwing his drumsticks at a pair of screaming girls. He looked up and his eyes met yours. You waved, and his face broke into the biggest grin of the night. You giggled at the slight blush that dusted his cheeks, but he stood his ground and pointed directly at you with one strong arm. There were wolf whistles in your direction but he didn’t care; he winked, grinned cheekily, and then bounded off stage after his friends. The crowd started to disperse, most going to the bar to get a drink. Everyone was in high spirits, talking excitedly about how great the band were. It made you so happy knowing how much they were loved; their talents finally being recognised. Normally you’d wait until the equipment had been packed away before seeing the boys, but this time you couldn’t wait. you battled against the crowd and slipped out the back. The security guard nodded you through. Weaving through the corridors the summer air hit you, as you walked out into an old courtyard. your legs shivered slightly-you’d only worn a skirt and a t-shirt.
The boys were sat in the back of their van, surrounded by speakers and instrument cases. You walked over to them, smiling. Roger stopped the conversation when he saw you. “It’s your number one fan!” You smiled. Roger’s face softened as he threw his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck playfully. He felt both his heart and pulse quicken, and it wasn’t because of the performance high. You kissed his jaw lightly and you drew apart, but you kept your hands clasped around his waist. Tucking a loose stand of hair behind your ear, the drummer smiled “enjoyed the show?”
“You guys were so good” you gushed.
“Thanks Y/N” Brian smiled. Tim didn’t say anything. He was always the broodier one of the band, and therefore your least favourite member. You turned back to Roger. “Did you see me in the crowd?”
“You were all I was looking at.”
He smelt faintly of sweat, but it wasn’t off-putting. “I’ll go get us some celebratory drinks,” you smiled “my treat.”
Brian and Roger exclaimed joyfully; Tim just nodded. Kissing Roger quickly You left the three and jogged back inside to the mass of bodies, all a lot louder and drunker. Stu at the bar recognised you, so when he saw you, he came over and asked if you wanted the usual. Giving him the money, you left a minute later with four bottles of beer balanced precariously in your arms. You were able to dodge most of the crowd; that was until you thought you heard someone call your name and you turned to bang into someone’s chest. One of the beers sloshed onto his shoe.
“I am so sorry!” You gasped
The man wasn’t annoyed though. He smiled, and your eyes naturally drew to the large teeth poking out of his lip. When he smiled, the teeth became even bigger, but it was so charming that you felt your lips tug up to match him.
”its fine,” the man reassured ”looks like you’ve got a handful anyway.”
You nodded. Still clutching onto the bottlenecks you freed a finger to waggle ”I like your outfit.”
His eyes shined as he absentmindedly stroked the blue jacket that matched with his flared trousers. ”Thanks.”
You smiled, apologised once more, and then continued on your way through the crowd, this time taking more care and not spilling any more as you made your way back outside.
You didn’t expect to see the band rounded on each other, an amalgamation of anger and hurt etched on Brian and Roger’s faces.
”humpy bong?”
“humpy bong, ” Tim nodded ”They’re going places, they’re gonna be big.”
“Humpy bong. Are you Joking?” Roger spat, his eyes flashing with rage.
“Don’t do it, Tim, ” Brian begged. But Tim’s face was set, and you noticed his guitar and amp were packed in their travel cases by his side. He shouldered his guitar. ”I’m sorry guys but we’re not going anywhere with this. What college gigs, pubs?” He shrugged, and the victim card became obvious. He was trying to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal-he was a coward as well as I quitter. ” I’ve got to give it a go.”
You didn’t watch Tim as he walked past you, didn’t catch was he said. Neither were you watching Brian shake his head in defeat and sit with his hands running through his hair in frustration.
You were watching Roger. He was standing there, hands slack by his side, watching the retreating back of Tim. His face a moment ago full of anger, was now crinkled in disappointment. He looked like he’d just lost someone close to him, and in some ways, he had-he loved his band and he’d just watched it crumble to ruin.
You placed the drinks on an amp and slowly walked up to him. Clocking you the drummer tried to drag up a smile. ”I guess you just heard all of that.”
”I’m so sorry babe, ” you whispered. you pulled him close, one hand rubbing soothingly on his back and the other cupping his jaw. He closed his eyes and moved to kiss your wrist-there was nothing else he could say. He was breathing deliberately, trying to calm himself down. He rested his forehead against yours, and you didn’t move until his chest rose and fell at a more normal rate.
You understood that he wanted a second. Instead, you walked over to sit next to Brian, offering him a beer which he took.
”Tim’s an asshole.”
”he is, ” Brian exhaled a laugh.
”you’ll find someone new. Someone better.”
Brian patted your knee in a friendly manner, but he still looked crestfallen.
”I think he’s right, ” Roger said. He’d lite a cigarette, and the smoke billowed around his face. He went to sit down in the van, pausing to move your legs so they were draped over his lap. ”The show was a load of bollocks.”
Brian frowned ”I mean, there was room for improvement yea.”
“I’ve got better things to do with my Saturdays, ” Roger’s hand moved a little higher up your thigh, just under the hem of your skirt ”I could give you her name.”
He winked at you. You tried not to show on your face how that affected you. He took another drag on his cigarette, but he was smiling cheekily now. Brian rolled his eyes.
Someone stopped by the van. It was the guy you bumped into in the bar. He recognised you and smiled, and you smiled back. His gaze went to the band.
“Enjoyed the show.”
“Thanks, mate, ” Roger said.
“Thank you.” Brian smiled.
“I’ve been following you for a while actually.” the man confessed, shuffling slightly with awkwardness ”Smile. makes sense for a dental student.” he nodded at Roger, who looked surprised. He turned to go Brian ”and you’re Astrophysics aren’t you?”
“Yea.”
“Makes you the clever one, ” the man grinned cheekily. Brian’s brows shot up, but there was humour in his tone when he turned to Rogers look of slight put out
”Yea I suppose it does.”
You laughed. When Roger frowned at you, tongue in cheek, you rubbed his arm comfortingly, still smiling.
I’m Freddie, ” the man, Freddie, introduced ”I study design. Also, I write songs. Might be of interest to you.” he pulled out a wad of folded paper from his back pocket, showed it, then blushed and stowed it away again. ”It’s just a bit of fun really.”
“You’re 5 minutes too late.”
“Our lead singer just quit.” Brian shook his head. Roger drank some beer. Freddie’s eyes, however, had suddenly lit up. He caught your eye and you grinned, goading him on.
“So you’ll need someone new.”
“Any ideas?”
Freddie paused. And then, he threw his head back, hand on hip and no doubt shaking his voice. ”what about me?”
Roger laughed. ”Uh, not with those teeth mate.”
Freddie’s face fell. You smacked Rogers arm. He spilled beer down his shirt, which made him yelp. ”don’t be a dick, ” you frowned. Roger went to protest, but you shook your head. You very rarely got annoyed by him, and in those moments he had learnt to do what you said. To show he was sorry he circled his thumb against your skin as he turned back to Freddie.
This didn’t phase Freddie. Instead, he steadied himself, opened his mouth, and started to sing.
”I know what I’m doing……. I got a feeling I should be doing all right……”
Your jaw dropped. His voice was incredible, rich and full and it hung like warm air in summer. The three of you looked at one another. And then, Brian and Roger sang, and the harmony blended together so well it caused goosebumps to erupt all over your skin
”…..doing all right.”
****
”He was amazing!” you exclaimed, carrying one of Roger’s symbols out to the van. Freddie was coming tomorrow for his first rehearsal, and Brian couldn’t contain his excitement. Roger carried the last of the drum set into the car, slammed the doors and locked it. He leaned against the van, ”you were right. About Freddie. The guys good.”
”I’m always right, ” you grinned. Roger Smiled,both hands in his pockets.
”want to celebrate?”
”does that mean going back to yours and having sex?”
”You said it, not me.” be reached out and grabbed you by your belt, pulling you in close enough for the smell of cigarettes to waft over you. ”You going to stay the night then gorgeous?”
”I’ve already called sick of work.”
Roger closed his eyes and mouthed ”yes”, causing you to laugh. He lent forward and kissed you, knocking any breath out of your chest. His hand stroked your cheek but refrained from doing any more for fear of being seen in public. He led you around to the passenger door and helped you inside. Racing around to the back he hopped into the driving seat and put the car in gear.
“I’m sorry I need one more, ” he groaned. He grabbed your face and kissed you again, this time more passionate and desperate. Fingers tangled in hair and Roger’s hip ached with pain as it banged against the gear stick but he didn’t care. The feeling of your chest rising and falling heavily made his body scream with longing. “How quick can you get back to yours?” you breathed.
Roger smirked against your swollen lips ”I could get there in 15 minutes.”
Side note: I was shooketh in the middle of starbucks when I saw this because Hello i’M sOrRy
Overview: You and Ben move into your first place together :)
A/N: so, yea. I went there. I decided to trigger myself and then I thought I’ll just trigger others with me. I hope you guys like it, thank you so much for the support you legends.
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word count:1336
“Ben?”
“Yea?”
“Can you help me please?”
Ben poked his head out of the door to see you leant against the wall, a shiny sheen of sweat on your forehead. The mattress you’d lugged up almost 12 flights of stairs sagged against the banister. Your boyfriend smiled “why didn’t you take the lift?”
“WOW, I hadn’t thought about that?” you rolled your eyes “you really are smart, aren’t you?”
“ooo sorry,” Ben chuckled, walking down the stairs and leaning on the mattress. “It didn’t fit did it? Why didn’t you just ask me?”
“I wanted to do it myself,” you confessed. Ben smiled. He then grabbed one side of the mattress and started to pull it up the stairs. Together the pair of you were able to move it the rest of the way up the stairs and into the new apartment. You dumped it in the middle of what would be the living room, piles of boxes like skyscrapers inhabiting everywhere else. You grinned widely “That’s it,” you turned to Ben “we’ve officially moved in together.” Ben couldn’t help but scoop you up and spin you around, enjoying the way your laugh echoed through out the empty space. “finally, I won’t have to deal with you being clingy when I had to leave your apartment every night.”
Your head was spinning slightly so the soft punch that was supposed to hit his chest brushed his arm. “I wouldn’t call it whining, more separation issues.”
He grabbed your chin gently with his thumb and knuckle and pulled you in to kiss you. The all too familiar feeling of melting took over your body as he pulled you in closer. Just then your mum walked in, carrying the last box from the car. She chuckled “at least wait until I’ve gone.”
“Sorry,” Ben smiled shyly “have my parents already gone?”
“this was the last box in their car,” your mum said. She dumped it on the floor before opening her arms “come give me a hug before I go.” You went over and squeezed your mum, suddenly feeling a little sad. Even though you’d lived away from home for a while it was always difficult to say goodbye. “You’ll love it,” she whispered in your ear, before tapping your cheek lightly with her ringed hand. “Come on Ben,” she smiled, pulling Ben into a hug and giving him three quick rubs on the back. Ben kissed her cheek and then with a wave she went, closing the door with a click. It was just the two of you now.
“Do you want to start unpacking now or call it a day?”
“We can sleep in here tonight,” you said “I can’t be assed to set up the bed frame.”
Ben grabbed the box labelled “duvet” and dumped the contents onto the floor. You arranged the duvet, pillows and blankets until they resembled a nest on top of the mattress; Ben went into the kitchen and grabbed a pan and the carton of milk you’d bought earlier.
“You want to watch a movie?” you called.
“You pick,” Ben said “My Mac’s on the chair.”
By the time you’d picked the movie, a classic that you both loved, Ben brought back two large steaming mugs of hot chocolate. He flopped onto the bed and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. “Good choice,” he smiled. The pair of you fell into a comfortable silence, only broken occasionally by the slurp of drinks. Ben had made it the way you loved it- full fat milk, cream and chocolate powder. It was those little things that made him so amazing; he did it all to make you happy.
The movie had started to pick up but your eyes were glued on Ben. He was leaning on one elbow, his forehead lined slightly as he concentrated on the screen. He’d been wearing a beanie all day, so his hair was disheveled. The crease of his mouth was stained with chocolate. He was naturally gorgeous and the sight of him made it difficult to breath. He kept his eyes on the screen but he said “You’re not watching.”
“How could I be watching the movie when you’re so much better to look at?”
That got his attention. He slinked an arm around you and pulled himself close so you were lying on his chest. He engulfed you in his arms and peppered your forehead with soft kisses, only stopping when your baby hairs tickled his nose. It got warmer as the blanket tangled around your limbs, but you didn’t want to move it for fear the moment would be broken. The movie was left abandoned; instead you watched the light on the ceiling change from a soft gold to a deep purple blue. It was the middle of winter in London and normally you would have been freezing cold, but you were warm against Ben’s chest as you wrapped your arms under his t-shirt. He hissed slightly as your cold hands touched his warm back, but enjoyed the feeling of your fingertips stroking the softer parts of his skin. He lent his cheek against your head. A feeling of total bliss filled him, one that only you were able to give him.
“I can’t believe this place is ours,” you sighed dreamily.
“I know,” Ben smiled “No more commuting for an hour on the tube to your apartment.”
“No more skype calls when one of us are sick.”
“The place we’ll live when we get married.”
“The place we’ll bring our first baby.”
“First baby?” Ben raised his eyebrows “How many kids are you wanting?”
“I honestly don’t know,” you laughed “Knowing us we’ll be stupid and end up with 12.”
“and I’d love them all the same,” Ben smiled. “We’d probably have to move again though if we were to have 12 kids.”
“What would we call them?”
“we’d have to call one of boys Joe.” At that you burst out laughter, burying your face in his chest. “We’d have to, Joe would kill me,” Ben smiled, laughter edging his tone. You nodded. “If we have a son first, he’ll call him Joe.”
“Joe Hardy.”
Ben hadn’t even realised that his hand had moved to rest on your abdomen. He didn’t move it away. You smiled into his chest. “You sure you’d want to create a human sharing our DNA? That poor child.”
“It’s alright,” he clicked his tongue “only one of the parents have to be good looking to make sure the kids not ugly.”
You rubbed his chest “aw honey, don’t put yourself down like that. You’re not that ugly. I’M KIDDING,” you laughed at Ben’s gasp “I’m kidding.”
“I’m quite hurt by that,” Ben teased. He felt his heart soften like warm caramel when you grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks slightly “You know I think you’re stunning.”
“I must have something if you’ve stuck with me.”
“A massive bank account.”
“Ha ha,” Ben smiled, cuddling you in closer as a shroud of drowsiness suddenly engulfed him. He moved his head away, let out a big yawn, and then pulled the blanket up to your chin and his shoulder. He kissed your temple once more, whispering in your hair that he loved you. He didn’t know what you said next, he’d already fallen asleep, but it didn’t matter- it was your voice, and that was the last thing he always wanted to hear.
Side note:It should be illegal to look that good I’m SORRY
Overview: You go to A party at Freddie Mercury’s house with your boyfriend Roger, and things gets heated in more ways than one.
AN: Iya lovesss! I wanted to write an imagine based of this scene in BR as it was one of my favorites, although that might have been because Ben Hardy being protective is everything I needed in my life. I hope you guys enjoy!
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Word count;1400(ish)
It was a party like you’d never seen before. The house, normally so clean and empty except for Cats and Freddie’s piano, was now full of exotically dressed people that you’d never seen before. Women with sparkles adorned on their bare chests and heads, men wearing brightly colored top hats and Stage makeup, their eyes popping with excitement. The place was already a mess of streamers, empty glasses and spillages of colors that made you instinctively avoid them. As you walked in, a waiter offered you a drink. It tasted strong and expensive, but you downed it not wanting to seem rude. The sound was so dense against your ears you didn’t hear anyone talking to you until someone spoke low in your ear “fancy exploring?”
Roger Taylor’s White jacket and shoulder length blonde hair seemed to shine in the low lighting of the hundreds of fairy lights. His blue irises had darkened with attraction as he pulled you close. His cologne was intoxicating and gorgeous; it made you weak at the knees. You leaned into him, playing with his collar “and why would we do that?”
“So, we could finish what we started earlier,” His voice graveled slightly as he lent down and brushed his lips over the soft spot on your neck where the hickey he left earlier was covered by makeup. A chill of euphoria shot over your skin. He smiled knowingly. For a moment the pair of you forgot that you were stood in the lobby filled with hundreds of people, all of whom recognized the drummer. His finger pads stroked down your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You desperately wanted the pair of you to go into a dark corner so you could explore each other, and judging by Rogers heightened breathing he was thinking the same.
“Roger you’ve been here for five minutes, can you PLEASE refrain from ripping Y/N clothes off until we say Hi to Freddie?”
Brian, Deaky and their wives were all watching with varying expressions of embarrassment, humor and annoyance. You laughed; Roger uttered a whine of frustration.
“C’mon” you untangled yourself and held out your hand “let’s go find Freddie.”
“But- “
“We’ll finish this later.”
“You promise?” Roger smiled.
You winked “I promise.” Biting his lip Roger took your hand and followed you. Your group of six squeezed through the swelling crowd as you went from room to room. You were followed by yells of recognition, screams of excitement and calls of devotion to the band mates of Queen. A lot of girls particularly screamed for Roger. As always, he was polite and laughed off their drunken advances, but when he could he would smile at you reassuringly and never he never let go of your hand.
Eventually you reached what Freddie liked to call his “entertainment room” where beautifully stitched sofas and marble counter-topped coffee tables huddled around in a circle in the center of the room. These were covered with haphazard trays of finger foods and abandoned half drank glasses of champagne. The carelessness of wealth seemed odd in a room where so many times you’d spent time with your friends, playing cards and cuddling Freddie’s cats. It was alien, and totally unlike Freddie, and the look on Rogers face matched the same look of surprise.
Standing on the largest table In the center of the room was the host, Freddie Mercury. He was dressed, naturally, as a Queen. A bejeweled crown sat on his messy curls, his chest bare underneath the matching velvet jacket also adorned with jewels and Patches. When he saw you, his face broke into his iconic wide smile.
“Look who’s late now Darlings!” He jumped down and embraced his fellow band mates, kissing the wives on the cheek and then coming up to you last. “I can see that Mary helped you with your outfit choice,” he smiled at your off the shoulder red body con dress and black belt that synced your waist in “you look ravishing.”
“Thank you, Fred!” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek. He passed you another drink and offered you an open seat. You went to sit, but Roger gently pulled you onto his lap; shuffling his legs so you rested comfortably against his chest. Your temples gently knocked his shoulder as you cuddled into him.
“What’s with the party Fred?” Roger asked.
Freddie shrugged “I wanted to cause a mess, something as wild and eccentric as me.”
“Well you’ve achieved that,” Deaky said as he watched a man walking on his hands juggle empty champagne bottles with his feet to wild cheers from the audience.
“Fabulous isn’t it?”
“If you say so.” Brian laughed. Just then Paul appeared, smiling with his flashy grin. No one smiled back. You felt Rogers chest rise more as he bristled with annoyance. You rubbed the side of his leg trying to keep him calm, but to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid you didn’t get up to move to greet Paul like Freddie did.
“Everyone enjoying the party?” Paul’s Irish Lilt slurred slightly as he filled up Freddie’s glass. Roger offered his glass to be filled, but Paul didn’t fill it. Instead he moved so he was closer to Freddie, his eyes shining with glee.
“You’re starting to look like each other” Brian pointed to the matching mustaches.
“What’s wrong with that Brian?” Paul asked, but his gaze had hardened. Unperturbed, Brian’s tone had a slight bite
“You’re supposed to be in a rock band Freddie.”
Freddie ignored him. He was too busy listening to the music blasting from the other room.
“Come on! Let’s dance.”
“I don’t dance” Brian said. The conversation muddled in a chorus of story-telling of Brian’s dancing, but you noticed that Roger wasn’t speaking. You lent closer to him so your conversation couldn’t be over heard “you alright love?”
“He’s really pissing me off,” Roger scowled. You didn’t need to ask who he was.
“Take my drink,” you offered your glass “I’m not feeling it right now.”
“You okay?” Rogers eyes flashed with worry “we can leave if you want.”
You shook your head “I just don’t like being around Paul too much that’s all. You know I think he’s a creep.”
It was instinctive for Roger to tighten his hold on you, wanting you to feel safer.He played with the hem of your dress, “Want to go do that exploring instead?”
You giggled “is that all you’re thinking off?”
“It doesn’t help that you’re sat on me,” Roger winked “all I can think about is you.”
The conversation was starting to get louder, so now was the time to sneak away. Wriggling to stand you grabbed Rogers hand once more and pulled him up.
“We’re gonna go actually” Roger called as he went to drag you away, but Freddie blocked him.
“Roger don’t be dull-if you were anymore dull you’d be Deaky.”
“What you complaining at?” Roger frowned “You’ve got your little pet.” He shot a dark look at Paul, who’d slid over to listen in. There was something about him that caused you to grip onto Rogers hand harder, and this caused Roger to hate him even more.
There was a shift in Freddie’s jubilant facade. He now looked hurt, almost irritated. “I have, and he’s loyal. Loyalty is so important,” he turned to look at you “wouldn’t you say Y/N?”
“Careful Fred,” Roger Warned. His tone didn’t change, but his free hand had curled into a fist. He’d also pulled you in a bit closer, shielding you with his body from Paul, who wasn’t attempting to hide the joy in his face as he watched the two friends fight. You tugged Rogers hand and he pushed past Freddie, still keeping you close. You were able to thank Freddie for the party before they were lost in the crowd, and so you just concentrated on the mess of blonde hair that guided you up the stairs to the top floor landing. As you’d climbed up the stairs the groups of people had dwindled until it was just the occasional couple kissing on the stairs or someone snoring loudly in a drunken mess.
Roger pulled you so the two of you were in shadow, his eyes wide. “I’m sorry Fred said that” he said. “It’s the drugs. He doesn’t mean it.”
“I know,” you nodded. You both stood there, breathing in a second and allowing your ears to get used to lack of noise pressure.
“Your makeup’s smudged,” Roger smiled, gently swiping a thumb back over on the patch on your neck. The bruise blossomed on your skin. Once again Rogers eyes darkened. He leaned in and locked his lips with yours, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Roger hummed softly against your lips as he pressed every inch of his body against yours. You leaned Into him, your hair tangling with his as you two become more and more out of control. When he breaks the kiss Rogers hands were shaking with desire as he cupped your face. “I think there’s a room over there.”
You raised your eyebrows “aren’t you wanting to go home to do it?”
“I can’t wait that long,” he sighed, and he started to gently push until your back was to the door. You fiddled for the Door knob and cried with soft delight when it opened. Not even looking to see if it was empty. you pulled Roger into the darkness, enjoying the way his lips felt against your neck as you picked up where you left it off.
A/N: So I have seen this imagine a while ago and wanted to do it with Ben, so credit for the person who had the ideia, and wanted to remind you guys that English isn’t my first language sooo sorry for the mistakes, thx let me know what you thing ❤️
Was you first
What had first started off as a small thing of sniffles turned fast into a really bad flu. Your head was burning so you could barely think straight and your nose was so clogged it you were wondering if you were still alive
You had no idea what day it was or how long you’d been sick seeing as the days had just blurred and mushed together.
You woke up feeling slightly better, even though it was only slightly it perked your spirits up quite a bit. You were considering just falling back asleep when you got a text
You moved your hand around the bedside table, too weak to actually turn your body When you finally grabbed it and looked to see what it was, it was a text from Ben
Benny : Are you ok love ? Do you need anything?
You: Not gonna lie, I’ve been better… Staying home tonight? Check
You were waiting for a reply but when you didn’t get one you just sighed, not having the energy to care and dropped the phone beside you before shutting your eyes again.
You had been asleep for a little while when you heard the knocking on your door you groaned as you got up. You looked up from the bed to your closed door at the sound of someone knocking on the door.
“Who is it?” You called out, slightly worried.
The door creaked open revealing your boyfriend.
He was dressed in sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, his face was much paler than usual, and that was saying something, there were dark circles under his eyes and his nose was tinged pink.
“I got sick.” He stated, his voice croaky and hoarse.
“Baby.” You spoke sympathetically, a smile coming at your lips at how adorably pathetic he looked. “Come on.” You smiled softly, extending your arms out, inviting him into them.
He went forward and took the blankets toward his body and you were really happy for the extra heat he was giving you as you hugged him, nuzzling into your body you felt safe, he laid his head in your belly and his arms hugged your waist.
“My poor baby.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through his blond hair. His eyes were closed at the soothing action and his grip on your hips tightened.
“no you’re the sickest out of both of us. You’re the poor baby.” Ben replied before looking up at you
“True, but the worst is still coming for you” tou reasoned him
“We’re both poor babies then.” Ben decided making you smile.
You agreed before he leant up and placed a gentle kiss to your lips. The two of you fell into a passable silence.
“What are we gonna do?” He murmured to you after the two of you lay in silence for a while.
“Watch a movie?” You suggested making his eyes
“What about a Friends marathon instead?” He suggested making the spark in your eyes shine bright
“Hell yeah baby “ Ben opened your laptop and started looking for the show in the catalog
The two of you watched episode after episode for the whole day. At some point Ben gained energy to go downstairs and make tea and make some popcorn for the two of you
The last thing you remember was watching whene Rachel were kissing Ross for the very first time which was basically the best episode of them all and them your eyes started dropping and Ben were already asleep.
You closed the laptop and pushed it to the end of the bed before glancing down at Ben as him so peacefully sleeps, you smiled softly before snuggling down under the covers, wrapping your arms around him. You shut your eyes and let the urge to sleep take over and in a couple of minutes you were out.
That night Joe went to pay you a visit, knowing you were sick, he found you and Ben cuddled together, popcorn littered around you and the two of you snoring louder due to your clogged noses.
“Poor babies.” Joe spoke sympathetically, closing the door.
