a/ n : ben makes me want to curl into a ball and cry i love my babie boy
!!!!!!! : idk why i’m out here writing these they literally get no attention whatsoever but here ya go X
warnings : fluffy ben, insecure reader (feelings, not looks)
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“‘m really fucking proud of you, ben” you whispered, stroking his bare chest as he lay next to you.
an entire year since bohemian rhapsody and he’d never changed from the first day you met him.
“thankyou baby. n’ thankyou for not getting rid of me yet.” he chuckled.
you slapped his chest and snuggled further into his neck.
“really though. i do appreciate you my love.” he said, kissing the crown of your head.
“i love you ben n’ that’ll never change” you whispered.
“i love you too, softie” he joked, making you giggle.
ben turned over, making you give a long sigh.
“you’re so fidgety.” you noted.
he laughed, which made you laugh. you looked up at him with only adoration in your eyes.
“what’chu lookin at?” he questioned with a jokingly quipped brow.
“just can’t believe you want me.” you said tearily.
it was true. it got hard sometimes- being the significant other of someone who had so much social status sometimes made you feel insecure. and it was understandable. you often felt like you weren’t enough for ben, especially when he was away on long trips- leaving you wondering if he’s thinking about you. (the answer is always yes).
“i’ll always want you. always.” he said, running his hand up and down your back.
“promise?” you said after a few silent moments.
“i promise.” he replied.
“d’you wanna get married? one day?” he asked out of the blue.
“yea.” you answered, breathily.
“me too. only if it’s to you though.” he whispered.
“promise you’ll never get rid of me?” he asked and all you could do was shake your head in disbelief.
Sam was adding a tempo notation to his music when he heard it: a sultry, husky tenor voice filtering from the adjacent practice room. Sam knew the song, and– he opened his book to play the piano part, and Sam and the stranger made music. Gloriousmusic.
The knock came before it had faded.
“Are you interested in–” Sam said, smiling, turning…freezing. Oh, he was beautiful.
“Yes,” the man breathed.
“—an accompanist?” Sam finished.
“Oh, uh. Yes.”
“What did you think I meant?”
The man blushed and ran his hand through his hair.
