Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader long oneshot where reader comes home from work and finds Joe in their toddler daughter's bedroom reading her a bedtime story and reader melts at the sight of how adorable Joe is with their daughter and after they both tell their daughter goodnight, they cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie in the living room together?
Just Right | Joe Mazzello x Reader
Pairing: Joe Mazzello x F!Reader
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 747
A/N: FIRST FIC IN LITERALLY FIVE YEARS HOW WE FEELIN CHAT
but for real though, I missed writing. also, I'm in college now!!! super cool and exciting times! i love you guys so much and I hope you enjoy. my writing voice has changed so much in the last five years so I hope y'all are okay with that haha!! this definitely isn't the longest one I've ever made, but I hope it's okay <3
Y/N sighed softly as she opened the door to the house, setting her jacket and work bag off to the side before slipping off her shoes and looking around. The house looks pretty good… Joe must have gotten home early… she thought to herself.
The lights were dim across the house, the golden glow of the lamps spilling warmly into the foyer, scattering soft light across the walls. It was quiet. There were no cartoons playing on the TV, no tiny footsteps across hardwood floors. Just quiet. Just peace.
Y/N took a deep breath, the smell of cookies wafting through the whole home. She smiled, chuckling quietly to herself. Joe hadn’t made cookies in ages. Maybe it was a special treat that Ava shouldn’t tell mom about.
I could get used to this…
She padded through the foyer and into the living room. There was a small, blue stuffed bunny hanging halfway off the couch, a little pink sock peeking out from under the coffee table, and the crumbs of a hastily-eaten chocolate chip cookie scattered across the glass of the table.
I’ll get those after Ava’s asleep… she thought, grabbing the stuffed bunny and heading to the kitchen to grab one of her husband’s cookies before she heard it.
Joe’s voice, low and animated, drifting from their daughter’s room upstairs.
“And then Goldilocks went to the porridge of the baby bear, and tasted that. And that was just right; and she liked it so much, that she ate it all up!”
Y/N’s heart gave that tiny ache— the kind that only came when she was reminded how much she loved this little, messy life of theirs. Her smile widened, and she climbed the stairs slowly and carefully, not wanting to interrupt. She hovered outside of the half-open bedroom door, leaning in just enough to see.
There they were— Joe sat cross-legged on the edge of their daughter’s bed, holding the book open in his lap. His brow furrowed dramatically as he made the baby bear’s voice, his other hand gesturing in the air like he was on stage. Their daughter was tucked under a lavender blanket, her curls spread across the pillow, eyes wide with delight.
“You’re silly, Daddy!” Ava giggled.
Joe continued, grinning as he ended the story and closed the book.
“That’s the end, peanut… It’s time to get to sleep, okay?” he said as he set the book on her nightstand and pressed a gentle kiss to the toddler’s forehead.
Y/N’s chest swelled with warmth, the soft sting of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. There was something about seeing Joe like this— completely at ease, so calm, so tender— it cracked her open every time. Even after everything, even after the tantrums and sleepless nights and stained carpets, he somehow made it all feel like magic.
He stood up, pulling the blanket up to Ava’s shoulders and turning to head out when he saw Y/N standing in the door.
“Hey, babe…” he whispered, his face lighting up at the sight of his wife. “Didn’t see you there…”
“Didn’t want to interrupt,” Y/N whispered back, stepping into the room. She bent down to press a kiss to Ava’s cheek. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart… I love you…”
“Night, Mommy… Love you,” their daughter murmured, already half-asleep.
Joe took Y/N’s hand, stepping softly out of the room and easing the door shut behind them. Downstairs, the house felt even cozier than before, the gentle hum of appliances and the ceiling fan filling the silence.
Joe flopped onto the couch, patting the cushion beside him. Y/N curled up next to him without hesitation, laying her head on his shoulder as he grabbed a blanket and draped it over the both of them.
“You’re really good at that, you know…” she mumbled.
“At what? Baby bear voices?” he joked in return.
“At being a dad, you dork…” she laughed, nudging her husband lovingly.
Joe smiled softly and kissed the top of her head. “Only because I’ve got the best wife to do it with.”
A beat passed. He reached for the remote and pulled up their usual— The Princess Bride— again. She laughed.
“We’ve seen this a thousand times.”
“Exactly. I like knowing when the best parts are coming.”
She melted into him as the movie started, fingers intertwined between them. It wasn’t flashy or grand or luxurious— hell, it wasn’t even clean— but it was theirs. And honestly, she wouldn’t trade it for the world.
a/n: oh hmmm this isn’t very lazy, but it does happen in the morning!
Last, Full List, Next, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
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Early Christmas morning you woke up wrapped up in the warm and strong arms of Gwilym. It was deliciously comfortable and you didn’t even want to open your eyes because that would mean that eventually you had to leave.
But Gwil had felt the change in your breath and knew you were awake. He did the terrible job for you and looked at the time.
“It’s 7:15, how are you on time?” he mumbled, softening the news with a kiss to your forehead.
“Mmmmm, I need to be out of my room at 8:15 for breakfast and presents at 8:30. Which means I need to be in the shower by 7:30 so I have time to get ready and wrap presents,” you told him, turning around in his arms and resting your chin on his chest. “So 15 minutes.”
“Why so early?”
“Little nieces and nephews.”
“Ah,” he nodded in understanding. Then he got a bit of a look in his eye, “Do you know, I happen to be a whiz at wrapping presents.”
“Do you?” you asked absently, tapping his chest in a nonsense pattern.
“So if I did that while you showered and got ready, I could save you, what, 15-20 minutes?” Gwil said very nonchalantly, his hands rubbing up and down your sides, just grazing your breasts.
You smiled as you put two and two together, “Then I have 35 minutes for… whatever I want.”
“Much more reasonable,” Gwil agreed, flipping you onto your back.
“You’re truly a godsend,” you giggled, widening your legs and laying down against the pillows.
Gwil grabbed your hips, sliding down and down between your legs, “And can you believe, my motives are completely altruistic?”
“I think I’d believe anything you say right now,” you said breathlessly as you felt his lips on your thighs.
“Perfect,” Gwil said. But he wasn’t looking at your eyes and he wasn’t talking about your words.
REQUEST: Billy or frank fake dating?? Maybe fluffy and a bit smutty?? Haha love your stuff💙
A/N: there isn't much fake dating but I tried to keep it fluffy and smutty. Thank you for requesting !
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"One room please." you smiled at the receptionist, feeling Four's hand on your waist pulling you closer. Taken aback by the sudden gesture, you had to fight the startled look on your face as you were forced to make eye contact with the woman in front of you.
"Would you like a single or a double room?"
"Single."
"Double."
Your eyes widened and you gave a discreet yet harsh kick to Four's foot, side-eyeing him with a cold glare.
"We'll take a single room. Thank you." Fortunately, the receptionist only chuckled as she typed on the computer, seemingly not finding your disagreement suspicious.
"Under what name?"
"Jones." you blurted out randomly. The receptionist then reached behind and grabbed a key off the wooden shelf before handing it over to you.
"Here's your key; room 305, second floor. Enjoy your stay!" you both thanked her and made your way to the stairs, Four's hand leaving your waist as soon as you were out of sight.
"Two rooms, are you serious?" you whisper-yelled.
"Hey, we never discussed that!"
"We're supposed to be a married couple, of course we're taking a single room!" you exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you reached your room. Four opened it and cautiously looked around to make sure no one was around before locking the door behind you.
You tossed your bag on the bed and rubbed the heel of your hand against your forehead in frustration. Four watched your reaction and let out an amused scoff.
"She's just the receptionist, Eight, it's not that big of a deal."
With one last glance his way and a tut you fell on the bed, sighing loudly. You were glad it had a decent amount of room for you both.
"We're inside. Room 305" Four spoke through his mic.
"Alright. Two and Three are room 280. I'm going in with Five." One's voice answered on the other side. There was a pause. "Hey, Four?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't have too much fun."
"Oh, fuck off." he mumbled, rolling his eyes before turning the mic off and tossing it on the bedside table. A slight tint of pink began to color his cheeks and he cleared his throat, trying to brush the thoughts that accompanied One's words from his mind.
"This has to be the worst idea One has come up with so far. Who the hell decides to spend a night in a hotel where some crazy psychopath is planning his next attack?!" you complained, rubbing your hand over your face and sighing loudly.
"Are you afraid?" Four asked and you stayed silent for a moment, sighing softly as you turned so that your back was facing him.
"Of course i'm afraid." you admitted. There was no point in denying it. "Who knows what he might do while everyone's asleep?" You felt Four sit on the bed and closed your eyes, dreading the conversation awaiting you. You hated showing your vulnerable side, especially now that you had joined the Underground; there was no room for weakness. But after all you were still human and very much alive, avoiding your fear wasn't the easiest part of the job.
"He's not going to do anything. We're tracking him, we know his every move. One gets an alert every time he leaves his room."
You shrugged in response, pouting as your hands hands slipped under your head on the pillow. You inhaled then exhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves as you still weren't fully convinced.
"Hey, you're safe here. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." you turned to lay on your back again and gave him a small smile, mentally apologizing for snapping at him.
"Promise you won't help him murder us in our sleep?" you joked and he let out a laugh, moving to lay down next to you.
"I'll spare your life, promise." he teased. You scrunched your nose at him, feigning a mocking expression before raising your eyes back to the ceiling, smiling. A couple of seconds went by and you felt him tentatively poke a finger into your side, causing you to jump.
"Don't even think about it, Four."
"What? You're ticklish?" he tried again and you slapped his hand away, biting down on your lips to try not to let any giggle out of your mouth.
"Fuck off!"
"You're ticklish."
Without warning he climbed over you, his legs on either side of you and pinning you to the bed as his fingers dug into your sides. You squealed and immediately burst out laughing, tears quickly forming in your eyes as you tried to push his hands away, squirming underneath him.
"Stop!" you shout between laughs as you tried to push him off, punching his chest with both hands. "I can't— breathe!"
"What? Isn't that what happy married couples do?"
"Fuck off! Stop, please!" He laughed at you and his hands eventually stilled, allowing you to catch your breath. But he didn’t move from his position, body hovering yours as he looked down at you with a grin. Your laughter gradually died down, both your smiles fading and cheeks heating up quickly as you suddenly became very aware of the proximity.
Four's eyes searched yours for a moment, looking for a sign that you and him both wanted the same thing. Your gaze darted back and forth between his eyes and his lips and you answered his unspoken question with a gentle nod, giving him your consent. Within the next seconds he leaned forward and pressed your lips together in a soft kiss, letting out a sigh of relief when you lips touched. You leaned up into the kiss, enjoying the feel of your lips moving in sync against each other, your breathing coming out slowly through your nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
By the time you parted from the kiss you were both panting, foreheads still pressed against one another as you smiled sweetly, a slight blush tinting your cheeks. Then Four leaned down again, kissing you once more before letting his lips move down to your jawline and neck.
You tilted your head back, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth when he nibbled on a particular spot, a soft moan leaving your mouth as your hands tangled in his hair.
"Can I touch you?" Four asked almost shyly, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. Your lips tilted up into a smile and you nodded your head, whispering the word "yes". Then you leaned your head up to close the gap between you again, your hands soon leaving his neck to unbutton and unzip your jeans just enough for him to slide his hand down into them.
"Shit..." you moaned out in a whisper, closing your eyes as his hand came in contact with your center, his fingers beginning to rub circles over your clit. Your hands moved behind his neck in response and your hips started to move, seeking more friction as you panted softly against his lips. Four tilted his head down to nip at your ear as he slipped his hand past your underwear and glided two fingers into you, effortlessly angling them just right and pumping them at the perfect pace, drawing a soft gasp out of you. You managed to tug your pants and underwear lower to give him easier access to your body, moaning as he pushed his fingers deeper in response.
It felt euphoric, the pleasure rapidly spreading to every nerve of your body. The coil in your stomach tightened embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t care less at this point.
"Four, I— fuck." you tried to speak but all you could manage were whimpers and moans as your mind blurred with pleasure, your body tensing up as your right hand came to grip his hair while the other fisted onto the sheets. It didn't take long for you to continuously gasp and moan in the rhythm of his movements, and with a couple more thrust of his fingers you came with a drawn out cry, mouth falling open and head thrown back against the pillow, back arching while your fingers gripped the sheets. Four guided you through it all, whispering words of praise in your ear, kissing down your neck and only removing his fingers once you were completely finished.
You smiled as you calmed down from your high, your hands coming up to rest on his cheeks. Then you pulled him closer to you and reconnected your lips with his for a passionate kiss. His hand that wasn't holding him up above you went down to his belt, undoing it before pulling it off all while never breaking the kiss.
But before this could go any further, you were interrupted by three knocks on the door. You cursed under your breath, eyes growing wide in panic as you quickly pushed him off your body to get dressed. Four's expression mirrored your panicked one as he pulled his pants up and fixed his hair, trying his best not to look suspicious in case someone from the team was behind the door.
Then you ran to the bathroom and locked yourself there, running the shower water while Four answered the door.
About a minute later your heard the door close and cracked the bathroom door open, carefully peeping through the small gap before walking out.
"What was it?" you frowned, noticing the blush that was forming on Four's cheeks.
"Someone complained about the noise."
you froze, jaw dropping and gaping at him with wide eyes.
"But I— I..." you paused, unable to find a good combination of words. Then you let out a breath you were holding before speaking again. "...please tell me you're joking."
Four gave you a half amused, half apologetic smile as he shook his head which caused you to curse and hide your face in embarrassment. With a smile, he walked up to you and removed your hands from your face, chuckling before placing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"Do you think they believe in the married couple thing now?"
Requested by @imaginesbymk: And here’s my second + last request and its your right to ignore it if anything! Could you also write an imagine about Joe Mazzello winning an award and he mentions you, his fiancée in his acceptance speech? Again, hope this is ok!
Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Joe being his adorably awkward self, me not remembering how award shows(?) work
Joe’s knee bounced incessantly as he gripped Y/n’s hand with a bone crushing amount of force, not causing her too much pain though. His palms were clammy and slightly visible drops of sweat rolled down his face.
Thump thump
thump thump
It was ironic, the actor hearing a loud heartbeat and breathing as time felt slowed like a movie. The surreal chain of events that led up to this moment was a rush-
Thump thump
thump thump
The last award was for Bohemian Rhapsody. The night was going swell thus far. He gripped her hand tighter and clenched his jaw, attempting to relax himself but to no avail. Was luck on his side?
Thump thump
thump thump
“And the winner is-”
Thump thump
thump thump
“Joseph Mazzello!”
Silence.
Ringing.
Cheers erupted and sliced through the dramatic tension with an figurative knife. Suddenly, Joe felt himself return to reality, the drowned out noise of the viewers becoming loud and very much audible.
“We did it!” Joe smiled, letting go of Y/n’s hand and moving it to wrap around her shoulder, his other arm joining it as he hugged the life out of Y/n. He pressed multiple kisses to the top of her head before his costars’ loud whoops of his name combined with their cheering reminded him that his name was just announced from the stage. Which he was supposed to go to.
Roaring whistles and yells continued to ring through the room as Joe left his seat and made his way up to the stage, greeting the person who had announced him and shaking their hand. Finally, the banter gradually faded into silence as Joe positioned himself in front of the microphone.
“I just want to say thank you to my fellow stars, and the crew, who worked on Bohemian Rhapsody with me. I want to thank you because you guys have not only become my best friends, but my family too. Our movie has allowed me to meet some of my closest friends, and I could never be more grateful for that.” He paused, nodding at his mentioned friends as they applauded verbally and physically once again.
“Next, I’d like to thank my family. I’d like to thank them for being there for me and supporting me and just...being my family. Then uh...” Joe cleared his throat, smile growing despite looking as though it couldn’t anymore. “Finally, I’d like to give the biggest thank you...to someone who’s been with me through thick and thin, through our ups and downs, through each and every filming process, just- through it all man. I’d like to thank the love of my life, the best friend I could ever ask for, my fiancé,” hollers from the audience interrupted him, but he simply paused and made eye contact with the same eyes he saw when he woke that morning. “Y/n L/n.”
“You make me the happiest man in the world, and I honestly cannot wait to become your husband. Thank you all, again.”
Just a few weeks later, and Joe cashed in on the finale of his speech; bells rang and tears were shed. Another speech was made, but this time, by three very talented men and a cardboard copy of one of them.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: wherever they go, it seems they can’t escape each other
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 6.09k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smoking, drinking, kissing, getting ~steamy~, but nothing explicit.
𝐚/𝐧: this kinda feels melodramatic at times, but over all i think this is an alright fic that took me forever LOL! i hope you enjoy it! btw,
this can be read as ben!rog or just rog, i just was thinking of ben!rog when i wrote it
also if u wanna listen to kiwi while listening, the vibes would be immaculate and i reccomend it :D kk enjoy
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Her footsteps were mute as she padded forward on the concrete, searching furiously through her crochet bag. The box in her hands stayed tightly gripped though, Roger noted. He waited a bit until he was certain she had no chance of finding what he thought she was looking for, and that he would be her last resort.
“Need a light?”
He watched with careful eyes as the girl next to him fumbled about to pick out a cigarette from the nearly emptied box, probably just some cheap ones from the gas station near the dorms.
“Yes, thanks.”
The brunet nodded, bringing his forward to her’s and inhaling, a few loose embers falling to the ground in a sparkling orange flurry.
Roger observed the way her chipped nails on ring adorned fingers shakily held the cigarette as she brought it to her lips, taking a very long drag.
It was windy out that night (which was the reason he was telling himself he decided not to bother with his Zippo), her silky black dress doing barely a thing to keep her covered from the chilly temperatures. He noticed the blue tint to her formerly painted lips, only a pale stain of color left behind. He also happened to notice the goosebumps that graced her exposed arms and legs, and her slight shiver that came with it.
The girl nervously adjusted the twisted strap to her purse, sending a glance in Rog’s direction every once in a while, but mostly she kept her gaze fixed on the stars above. She seemed to be mesmerized by the way they twinkled so brightly, even in the polluted sky. The bottles of liquor in her purse clinked together, and she cringed visibly at the sound, a shiver being sent through her bones.
He smiled at her behavior, oddly endeared by it, perhaps even enchanted.
“What’s your name?”
She turned, taking the stick from between her lips. Roger kept his eyes glued to the plump flesh momentarily despite the movement away from the area.
“That’s none of your business, Roger.” She smiled, a playful look set ablaze in her eyes.
He looked down, putting his hands up in mock surrender.
“How do you know my name, then?” He questioned curiously, slanting his eyes and quirking a brow.
“Your band.” Her voice seemed softer, almost a fond tone set within it.
“You’ve seen us play?”
“Yeah, you guys are good.”
“You’re a fan then?”
She chuckled, looking to her feet.
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
He laughed, nodding yet again.
They stayed together for some time, silently and mutually agreeing that enough had been said. They finished off their smokes, and with that, she turned to go.
“Bye, Roger.”
He bit his lip, feeling the sting shoot through him. He was conflicted on if to make a move, not wanting to diminish his confident and cool reputation he believed he had built for himself. He settled for shouting something along the lines of “will I see you around?” (which upon thinking back over it, maybe it wasn’t that cool), to which she only shrugged and kept walking.
He could hear the bottles loudly clanking together as she sauntered off, lord knows where to. He watched her go until she turned the corner, tossing one final look in his direction before continuing on, leaving him in deep thought.
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“I’m telling you, mate, she was drop dead gorgeous. And I have no idea who she is, no name or anything!”
Brian rolled his eyes, tossing his notebook across the room onto the yellow sofa Roger was resting on, turning his full attention to his distraught friend.
“Well, did you ask her for her name?”
He shook his head, rolling his eyes in a similar manner to Bri. “Yes, I did. She said it was ‘none of my business’.” He scoffed, twirling a single drumstick between his fingers while tapping his foot repeatedly, annoying Brian to no end (per usual). The curly headed man only barked out a laugh, finding the entire situation quite humorous, if he was being honest.
“But she knew the band! Said that she thought we were good. S’ like she couldn’t make up her damn mind.” He grumbled, slumping forward.
“Wait, she knows the band?”
The drummer looked at him like he had two heads nodding slowly.
“Yeah, what about it?”
Brian stood up and sighed, grabbing his guitar and headed to the edge of the bar’s stage, resting behind the curtain briefly.
“You really are thick, Roger.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” He joined him by the curtain, noticing Tim had come up behind the pair.
“What’s all this about, then?”
“Nothing.” Brian and Roger replied in unison. Tim huffed, making his way onto the stage where the growing crowd was waiting. Cheers could be heard for the frontman as he introduced himself, saying something about how the rest of the band would be out in a second, and that they were just having some “sound issues”.
“Rog, if she’s a fan, she’s probably here tonight, yes?”
His eyes widened, and he suddenly began to feel quite dumb, not that he would admit it.
“Yeah, I suppose so…but she said she wasn’t a fan?” He trailed off, confused.
“She probably was just saying that for some reason. I don’t know, women are odd, they like to play hard to get.” Brian commented, oddly flippant for how conflicting his statement was.
Roger stood in place for a moment, still greatly confused what Brian was trying to get at. He shook his head and furrowed his brows, trying to put together the puzzle of this mess in his mind.
“Roger, for God's sake, don’t think about it, just go.”
Following his advice, Roger did his best to disregard any previous thoughts of confusion, a switch flipping in his mind. He stood taller, saying, “You know what Bri, maybe you’re right.”
“Great, go on then.” He watched as Roger bounded out with a newfound adrenaline and a smile plastered on his face, rolling his eyes for what wouldn’t be the final time that night at his bandmate’s antics.
As soon as he had made it behind his kit, he was scanning the crowded room, trying to locate the girl from last night. He watched the door throughout the performance, trying to see if she might have just come in a bit late. He held the hope she would somehow show up with him in his mind, but all to no avail.
The entire night, he couldn’t shake the thought of her lips from his mind, or the way the skin of her neck was so open and exposed, practically begging for him to attack it with his own lips. And with the way things were going thus far, he was sure that pretty face of her’s would be the death of him, he was certain, in fact.
“Find her?” Bri had questioned almost as soon as they had ended for the night, the lot of them now working on cleaning up.
“Nah. She never showed up.”
“I’m sorry, Rog. Maybe you’ll see her again soon, the campus isn’t that huge, you know.” Roger’s mouth formed a thin line as he raised his eyebrows, not convinced in the slightest that the situation proposed would occur.
“At this point I’m wondering if she’s even a bloody student here.” Roger grumbled, obviously no longer feeling the initial electric adrenaline of the night's performance.
Brian frowned, placing a sympathetic hand on his friend's shoulder and patting it once or twice before standing to go finish packing up.
It was later now, and the boys were finally leaving the bar, bidding their goodbyes to those around them. Roger walked out the front (in what Tim and Brian joked was a ‘moping manner’), hearing the bell jangle above his head, ringing annoyingly in his ear. The cold air hit him like an arctic breeze (or a ton of bricks, he wasn’t sure which description was more fitting). He shook his head and blinked a few times, as if that would rid his body of the frigid feeling. He sighed dramatically and pulled his corduroy jacket tighter around himself, watching as his breath made a small cloud in front of him.
“Roger?”
He turned, recognizing the voice immediately.
“Having a pity party, are you?” She giggled out, wrapping her arms around her middle.
“It’s only me, so no. Not a party.”
She “ahh”-d in understanding, her mouth forming into a sly grin. Her lips were a pale pink color that night, her eyes a bright blue shade. And similarly to the night previous, she was graced with only a brown fringed dress, her matching boots in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other.
“Then what would it be if I joined you?”
He stood in thought, tilting his head.
“I think then, yeah, it would be a party.”
“Do you not get cold, ever?” He added after a beat of silence, observing her ill outfit choice for the frosty climate. She rolled her eyes, muttering out a brief “ha, ha.”
Roger couldn’t help but bite his lip, holding back a laugh.
“I do on occasion get a little bit chilly. But I like the feeling.”
He tilted his head, walking over to where she was leaning against the brick wall of the dive bar. He turned to face her, not that she noticed, putting his weight on the rough surface behind him.
“It makes me feel,” she hesitated, struggling to find the right word, although she felt it was right on the tip of her tongue.
“Alive?”
She finally met his eyes after what seemed like forever, softly nodding. To him, she looked like an angel in that moment, the street light so beautifully illuminating her locks like a halo around her. He reached a cautious hand forward, dragging it against her cheek, down to her bottom lip.
Her mind was screaming at her to leave while she still could, to somehow not fall in the mix of the infamous campus player that was Roger Taylor.
But her heart? Well, as cliche as it sounds, her heart was telling her to disregard any reasonable thoughts and just kiss the bastard, for God’s sake.
And if anyone knew Y/n Y/l/n, they knew that most times, she would listen to the latter mentioned, rather than the former. And so after several moments of unbearable silence, she decided she would. Catching on relatively fast, Roger took her flush against him, Y/n able to feel his breath fanning over her face.
She leaned forward with a small smile, placing her hands on either side of his face. Her eyes wandered to his plump and rosy lips, adrenaline pumping through her veins. But before she could make the final leap, so to say, Brian, of all people, called out her name in a confused nature, squinting, believing that it might have been his eyes deceiving him. The girl from his 9 a.m. lecture could not possibly be about to snog his bandmate.
Impossible.
Her eyes widened, head turning immediately when hearing her name fall from his lips.
“Brian, hey!”
“Wait, you two know each other?”
Ignoring Roger’s (panicked) question, Brian walked over, a look of amazement still prevalent in his features. She moved from Roger’s side over to Brian, giving him a side hug, Bri’s arm resting on her shoulders.
“I see you’ve met Y/n. She’s in my astronomy class.”
She smiled brightly as the neon signs lining the downtown district of bars and restaurants alike, meeting Brians gaze.
“Yup, got to love Dr. Martin’s lectures.” She chuckled, the tall man next to her doing the same.
Picking up on Roger’s absolutely bewildered appearance, still taking in the situation unfolding in front of him, Brian took the liberty of initiating another conversation.
“So, Y/n, did you see the show tonight?”
She frowned, crossing her arms.
“Wanted to, but no, got caught up in the library. I have my final for statistics on Thursday, or else I would have been there.” She locked eyes with Roger, giving him a soft smile. Suddenly changing her demeanor, she reached into her bag she always seemed to have with her, pulling out those cheap cigarettes and her Zippo. She lit one of the sticks, inhaling.
“In fact, I heard your drummer was incredible, so I thought I would try to see him in action tonight.” Her gaze never left Rogers as she conversed, her mouth pressed in a line, the rest of her face completely neutral.
“But you’ve seen us before Y/n, he’s been with the band for quite some time.”
“I mean, I wanted to see him with a fresh pair of eyes, a different perspective, I guess.”
Still mildly confused, Brain shook his head and muttered something like “Right, okay” to which Y/n softly smiled at before dropping the cigarette from her hand. Barefoot, she couldn’t reach down to step on it, have the sparks die out under her toes.
“Could one of you get that, please?”
Roger nodded immediately, his boot finding its way quickly, the toe of it making a circular motion. His eyes stayed on Y/n, as had hers before. And despite the bustling city around them, Hell, even despite Brian’s perplexed stare, it felt oddly intimate, as if they were locked onto each other’s view (not that they were complaining).
But they weren’t, as she proved mere seconds later, abruptly bidding them goodbye and heading the opposite direction.
The pair of boys watched her as she went, heads tilted and jaws dropped to where if their mothers were present, they would be scolded to “close their mouths before they catch flies in there!”.
“That’s her, you know.” Roger commented bluntly, slightly shaking his head and then popping his lip.
Brian took a moment, turning toward his friend, stuttering.
“As in, her, her? Y/n is mystery girl?” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yeah, well, good luck with that, Rog.”
“Why would I need that, Brian?” He challenged, putting his hands on his hips, lifting his chin. Brain kept his assumed position, moving his hand to scratch at his neck.
‘Well, I’m sure if you hang out around her enough, you’ll find out.”
Rather than shouting out at him, asking him what the Hell he meant, as he really wanted to, Roger paid Bri no attention, not even giving him a second look before under his breath saying “I’ll see you later”, and in what Brian considered to be a quite shocking turn of events, bolting off in the direction Y/n had gone.
He ignored the shouts from Brian, ignored the judgmental stares and loud whispers of those who recognized him from the band. He no longer cared about keeping his ‘cool reputation’, not when she was so close.
“Is that Roger Taylor?”, “Oi, isn’t that the drummer from the band at the pub?”, “Hey, why’s he buggin’ out?” all flooded his ears, usually followed by what seemed to be snickering, making a desperate attempt to cloud his mind from his self-assigned mission. But it was no use, as he was set on catching up to her. In fact, she was so close he swore he could smell the mixed scent that was uniquely her, smoke and her perfume.
He hollered her name, God, he yelled it till his throat was hoarse, just ‘cause he could. He loved the way it rolled off his tongue, he loved the fact he even had learned it to begin with, and that alone was probably why he adored it so much.
She heard his cries, turning where she stood and tilting her head.
“Roger? What on Earth are you doing?”
He finally met her, bent over on his hands and knees, breath lost in totality. She placed a concerned hand on his sweaty head, combing through his chocolate locks. He would have shivered at the feeling, if he had the energy. Rather, he looked up with the goofiest smile she’d ever seen, resembling a golden retriever, or german shepherd perhaps, in human form.
‘D’you wanna go somewhere with me? Hang out a bit?”
She nodded, holding out a hand.
“Lead the way.”
-
“Mom and Dad want me to be some kind of a scientist, study the stars.”
“Yeah? And what do you think about that.”
She tilted her head, shifting her position.
“I’m not quite sure. I wouldn’t be against it, that I know. The stars are beautiful, but they aren’t where my heart lies, I guess.”
He turned to face her, their noses almost touching. She could feel his breath fanning over her face, and the proximity sent butterflies through her stomach.
“I want to be an actress.” She all but whispered, turning her attention back to the full night sky and the wonders that hung in it.
“An actress, huh?”
She only hummed a confirmation, moving her left hand to pick at the cool grass under her palms.
“I could see that. You, I mean, on the big screens.”
She turned, and Roger swore he had never seen anyone smile so big before in his life.
“Really?”
His own smile grew, and she nodded vigorously, the two of them beginning to laugh. He pulled her closer by her shoulders, unaware of where the conversation would lead.
“I’ll go to New York. You’ll see me on billboards in Times Square.”
“Well, that’s nice to know. I’ll just be a lone dentist somewhere, while you forget all about me, having lavish parties and such. Whatever it is that famous people do.” His voice was obviously joking, melodramatic was written all over him, yet Y/n couldn’t help but still feel a sliver of guilt.
She hit his arm, rolling back over to face him. She still had a smile glued onto her lips, both of their eyes crinkling at the edges.
“Oh, shut up, will you? Smile will make it big, and we’ll meet again, when you’re on tour. Or perhaps if I’m filming where you’re performing! We’ll have those nights to ourselves, It’ll be a secret rendezvous.”
She turned to her back again, finding his hand on the damp green, her heart beating a million miles a second as she reached for it, slowly entangling her fingers in his.
“The papers will write about us, Rog, when they find out. ‘Famous actress Y/n Y/l/n seen leaving a hotel with renowned drummer Roger Taylor’ is what the headlines will say. God, what a scene we’ll cause.” Her eyes were full of excitement as she spoke, her heart feeling like it was so filled with glee that it could soar out of her chest.
“Well, I wanna know the specifics.” Roger sat up, pulling her up with him, she giggled, and the brunette wrapped a hand around her waist. She sat beside him, the streetlight by the backroad she had led them on illuminating her like a silhouette. She bit her lip and grinned, tilting her head up to better exam Rogers angelic features.
“Are you gonna have some bloke waiting for you at home, hmm? Waiting for you while you conquer the world, only for you to break his poor heart?”
“Nah.” Her answer was immediate, her eyes honest as she spoke. “Only a cactus. He’ll be my only friend. I hear it’s lonely in Hollywood, Roger.” He raised his eyebrows briefly at this, choosing his next words.
“You’ll have me?”
His head turned to look at her, admiring the way the pale moonlight illuminated her, the artificial light from the streetlamps not doing her neverending beauty and justice, in his opinion. Their eyes seemed sporadic, searching each other's faces for signs of what they were doing, possibly being wrong, but they found nothing, as expected.
The yearning had become all too much for the inspired pair, and it felt like at last, all they could do, the only thing they could do, was kiss.
So they did. Roger took her face in his hands, closing his beautiful eyes, his eyelashes barely brushing against hers. He leaned forward, joining them together, finding that they immediately moved in a perfect synchronization. They were like two sides of the same coin, and that seemed to be particularly evident in that moment. By the contrast of their lips, or perhaps the aspirations of their careers becoming somehow just a little bit clearer.
But it didn’t matter, none of it did. Not in the long run. So they pulled apart, chests heaving and faces painted with childish grins.
It was quiet then, only the crickets and the howling wind could be heard. But she liked it that way, preferred it, actually. So quiet, in fact, that Roger was able to fall fast asleep, Y/n lying comfortably in his arms. She stared at the stars, then back to his sleeping figure, her mind unable to come to a consensus on what on God's green Earth she was to do.
She settled for placing a kiss on his jaw, closing her eyes. His eyes only fluttered, never waking completely. She muttered something like “See you, rockstar.” against it, before standing up and walking away, only turning back once to see his sleeping form one more time.
That was the last time for 6 years that he would see Y/n Y/l/n. See her in person, at least.
When he woke up the next morning, he was confused to say the least, wondering why Y/n didn’t wake him, mostly wondering where she had even gone. He looked around himself, patting the green grass beneath him, as if she somehow was invisible and he had missed her upon initial glance. He had shouted for her, his throat still hurting from when he did the same thing only 12 hours previous.
He had felt out of control, like the one he had been chasing had just slipped through his fingers (which it had). He had remembered asking Bri, day after day, if he had seen her in class, even just seen her around in general. Everytime the answer was the same.
“No Roger”, “I’m sorry, Roger”, “Not today, Roger”. It was a horrible, predictable pattern, that he had enough of. He was supposed to recover from it quickly, bounce back from her almost immediately, as there was basically nothing to bounce back from.
But he couldn’t, and due to such reasons, he supposed he finally understood what Brian had said, or warned, that night before he had gone chasing after her. He got it, in his own sad way.
And over the years, she slowly faded to the back of the drummer's mind, behind groupies, and songs, and shows, and such, just for her to resurface again any time he saw her on a billboard, just as she had promised. But he never let it show, outwardly at least.
He had made Brian swear not to tell the others, never to breathe a word of it to Deaky or Fred. He was embarrassed by it, for some reason, and that’s why he guessed he forbade him from speaking of it. But how long can you keep a silly college secret from your nosy bandmates? Apparently 6 years, tops, for Roger Taylor.
“Alright, everyone. Gather ‘round, I’ve got a surprise.” Freddie had said, his grumbling bunch of friends tired from their day’s work. Though, they usually had grown to appreciate and look forward to Fred’s “surprises”, today everyone was just a tad bit too grumpy to try (a certain Roger Taylor in particular, let’s call it foreshadowing).
“Oh, stop your moaning and whining, please, I promise this will be good!” the eccentric frontman had said, something hidden behind his back in his left hand.
Rog ran a hand through his, now, blond hair, exhaling in such a way that made Freddie slant his eyes, before giving in and rolling them at his flippant behavior.
“What’s going on, Fred?” Brian had been the brave soul to ask, stepping forward and then looking away momentarily to place his guitar onto a stand waiting not so far away.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He replied, jumping down from his place on the risers, removing his hand from his back and holding out what seemed to be 4 tickets to something. He walked down the loosely formed line of men, putting one in each of their extended palms. Roger, at the end of their formation of sorts, became concerned when Brian had burst out laughing, looking to his right, being met with Roger’s face of confusion.
Freddie, possibly more confused than Roger, pressing the piece of thick paper into his hand, his gaze falling onto Brian, who now had tears in his eyes.
“Bri, what’s so… funny. Shit.” He had looked down to the slip, the only words he needed to read to know he was absolutely screwed, being “Jaws” and “Premiere”.
Now, anybody who knew anything, knew that Y/n Y/l/n was going to be in the film that was said to become the blockbuster of the summer, playing the role of Ellen Brody (though a few had said she was far too young for the job). She had been an overnight success in the film industry, gaining popularity from the 1973 film, ‘The Sting’, playing Billie.
And Roger had watched ‘The Sting’, and you can imagine his surprise when Y/n had sauntered onto screen, red lipped and fresh faced. (He had to admit, she looked great in a suit.)
After that, the assault on Roger’s fragile heart was never ending.
Billboards began to pop up even more frequently as she was to star in more films, and it seemed no matter where he was touring, he couldn’t escape her. Whether it was posters, her face printed on newspapers, adverts in about every place business was done for one of her films, he felt like he was being followed. He had even seen an article about her in a magazine, and when he had flipped the page he was greeted with Queen’s smiling faces.
He had stopped watching them after ‘American Graffiti’.
So, he figured that this one wouldn’t be any different, and he simply planned on ignoring said film until he caved, doing his best to avoid her on the silver screen and anywhere else, which hadn’t been too difficult until this point (not).
But this? This was a whole new level of being royally fucked.
“Brian, Rog, something you want to share with the rest of the class?” John had asked, cocking his head and propping his legs up on the coffee table in front of him. Brian began to speak, wrapping an arm around Roger’s shoulders, the shorter man looking up at him with angry fire burning in his eyes.
“Well, I’m honestly quite excited. The film industry has always seemed very intriguing, actually, and I’m looking forward to meeting new people. Rog?”
“No.”
“No?” John repeated, “No, what?” He waved a hand around, trying to understand what Roger’s problem was.
“I just- I don’t- I knew-”
“Roger had a fling with Y/n Y/l/n and she broke his heart.” Brain blurted out, Roger turning and immediately smacking him upside his curly head of hair. He regarded an “Ouch!” before him and the rest of the boys burst out laughing, the drummer not included in that demographic, fuming.
“Rog, darling, when was this? How did we not know?” Freddie managed to breathe out, sitting down next to Deaky on the studio sofa. He crossed his hands and ankles, his full attention turned towards Roger who really, really didn’t wanna have to do this, and who really, really was gonna get Brian back for this later. Would he untune all his guitars? Unplug his amp during rehearsals, perhaps put hair remover in his shampoo? But, that would have to wait until after he was forced to spill his 6 year secret.
“It was in 69-”
“69?!” Freddie had cried out. “It’s been 6 bloody years? And you didn’t think to tell us?”
“Well I didn’t really see a reason it would be necessary to tell you all! In fact, I probably wouldn’t have told you ever if this bloke didn’t have such a big mouth!”
“Hey, watch it.” Brian weighed in, crossing his arms and fluttering his eyes.
“Look, Roger I really don’t see the issue here. We go to the premiere, you just keep a low profile and ignore Y/n, problem solved.” John cut in, trying to be helpful.
Keyword: trying.
“And how exactly will I do that?”
“We will behave, I promise.” Freddie added, though Roger seemed to be having a difficult time believing him or his claim for the others. So Roger only scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, I’m sure you will.”
-
Cameras were flashing brightly, reporters and such were shouting loudly, and Y/n was already exhausted.
Her red lips were painted like DeAngelo had done it himself, and her hair was styled just the way she liked. The heels she was wearing per request of her stylist, though, were horrible. They looked lovely, yes, but they were digging into her poor ankles, and she still had to wear them for who knew how long. She didn’t complain, though, she wouldn’t dream of it.
She would just continue her slow walk down the carpet, a sultry smile on her face. The black fabric of the gown she was wearing fit her beautifully, snug in all the right places.
She sure hoped it was, at least. Especially because she knew that he would be there.
Roger Taylor, the blessed drummer that managed to make a home in the backburner of her mind, his success coming as no surprise to the actress. She had loved every one of their records, and rather than running from his work like Roger had, she opted for going straight to the record shop, purchasing any and every Queen album in her sight. When she had checked out, the very shocked cashier had made some remark, asking something about “you a fan?”
She had thought about it for a moment, thinking back to all those years ago when Roger had asked the same thing. She smiled, shrugging.
“Yeah, you could say that.”
So when she had worked up the courage to invite the entire band to the premiere (on behalf of Spielberg, of course) she was a nervous wreck to find out they had accepted. Really, ask anyone who had any contact with her in the time from then to the premiere, they could testify that her moodiness had risen like a hot air balloon.
Now, though, she was kind of regretting that she had invited them, looking over to the sharp looking bunch, all dressed to the nines. She scanned her eyes over them, catching a wave from Brian, which she gladly returned with an enthusiastic smile. Bri then tapped Roger on the shoulder to alert him of Y/n’s acknowledgment, which resulted in Y/n’s eyes widening to the size of moons.
She turned her head, and worked to finish up her walk of the carpet just a tad bit faster. It all seemed to be for nothing, though, as in the dark of the theater for the premiere itself, she saw the seat next to her be filled, a presence filling her senses.
“Miss me?”
-
Their hands were all over each other, not truly caring if the tabloids caught a glimpse, just needing to make up for lost time.
They had stumbled into the golden hotel both her and Queen were staying in, the swinging doors of the New York establishment blowing a cool gust of wind in their direction.
They merely laughed at the minor interruption, their teeth clashing as they both smiled momentarily. It was soon forgotten, though, both of them having much more pressing matters in their minds.
They only came to a cease in the elevator, some old couple who most definitely did not care about whatever pressing issue the two of them felt they had, standing off to the side. (Y/n could swear she saw the older woman smirk and wink at her, to which she cocked her head and smiled.)
Once back into the safe confines of Y/n’s suite, they resumed like they had never even stopped, hands gravitating towards the others form as if they were opposite magnets, unable to be separated for too long.
“You’ve driven me crazy, you know that, right? “
She giggled and bit her lip, looking up into his eyes, their foreheads pressed together.
“Mmm? I’d hope so.”
He pulled away, shaking his head, blond locks following suit.
“Really, you have no idea. I haven’t been able to shake you from my head. You’re everywhere.”
Her excitement could barely be contained at his confession of sorts, chest heaving, trying to stay calm.
“Yeah, that was the plan.”
Roger shook his head with a dry chuckle, looking to his feet and back to her when she had tilted his head up, her finger resting on his jaw.
“Well, are you into it?” She questioned, grabbing his hand and pulling their clasped fingers in between their chests, her eyes hazy with hope.
“Yeah.” He titled his head, feigning a pondering look. “You could say I’m kinda into it.”
“Shut it!”
“Make me.”
She rolled her eyes at his stupidly provocative suggestion, and he only laughed, the two of them falling onto the plush comfort of the bed in a meshed flurry for the remainder of the night.
And if you couldn’t guess what could have possibly happened next, the black dress ended up in a pooled up pile next to the bed that night, right next to the heels that finally she had the pleasure of discarding.
The next morning, it was unlike the one 6 years ago, as when Roger woke up, he was overjoyed to find a sleeping Y/n, laying on his chest with hair splayed around her. And he had to say, he usually wasn’t much of a cuddler, but for some reason he felt so incredibly endeared, that anything else wouldn’t have sufficed.
He ran small circles on the exposed skin of her bare shoulder, the comforter concealing the rest of her limbs that were tangled up with Roger’s.
When she stirred, Roger sat up, fondly watching as her eyes fluttered open and her tongue ran across her dried lips, still carrying a hint of last night's red pigment. She looked next to her, her eyeline matching up with the covered skin of Roger’s lap.
She sighed, shifting her head to rest on his thighs as her feet dangled off of the bed. One of Roger’s hands came up to softly massage the top of her head, the other against the headboard, behind his neck. She stared at the ceiling, an unreadable expression creeping its way to her features.
“We were jacked up last night.” Roger’s voice cut through the silence they shared, deeper in the late morning than she had heard before.
“Correction, you were jacked up.”
“Whatever.”
They laughed, silence soon taking over once again. Roger sighed, closing his ever tired eyes.
“Are we gonna pay for this?”
She scoffed, inhaling deeply before reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing her carton of cigarettes. He noticed they were the same brand from college, a small smile making its way to his face at the thought.
She first lit hers, then lighting a second one for the man occupying her king sized bed (though she wasn’t even slightly upset by this, quite the opposite). She handed it to him, sticking her own between her lips and sitting up, straddling where her head had been minutes before.
She leaned forward, so close their noses were to the point where they were nearly touching. She took the cigarette from her lips, blowing the smoke to the left of Rog in the direction of the large balcony overlooking Times Square. She turned her attention back to him, though it had never really left, tilting her head.
“Do you regret it?”
“No.” The answer came immediately, no careful consideration or pondering needed.
“Right.” She removed herself from him, standing and taking the sheet with her, letting it cover her like a renaissance dress. She walked over to the balcony, leaning against the frame of the double doors. She took another drag, an adoring smile spreading across her face.
“Then there’s your answer.”
She paused, Roger tilted his head, his brows lifting.
“Of course we will.”
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if u liked that hot mess pls like and rb!! mwah ily go eat protein and drink water if ur able. xx hj
Summary: The boys bring comfort during that time of the month
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1335
Requested By: @foxinaforestofstars - Hey there! I've spent the last week reading all your Queen fics and I adore your writing! So, I was wondering if I could request something platonic with the dear boys: Reader is on her period and the cramps are so bad she's barely able to move, covered in cold sweat and throwing up and the boys are taking care of her because it hurts them to see reader in pain. Thanks in advance!
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I get severe menstrual pains so much of this is written from my own experiences but I completely understand that it’s different for everyone. Personally I think this is one of my worst fics because I haven’t written anything in well over a month but I’m hoping that this is similar to what you had in mind!
(Also in light of J.K R*****g’s repeated transphobic behaviours and the T***p Administration’s reversal of trans health protections, just a friendly reminder that this blog is a safe space and this post is for everyone who menstruates! Men, women, nonbinary people, literally anyone. I won’t hesitate to destroy terfs on sight :) )
Feedback is always appreciated! ♡
“(Y/N)?” Roger called, letting himself into your apartment with the spare key you kept hidden under the doormat. For midday your kitchen and living room was incredibly dark, the curtains still drawn from the previous night “Sorry for barging in but you didn’t pick up when I called.” He continued, peering around as he quietly made his way to your bedroom. “I was in the area anyway so I just thought I’d check in.”
He couldn’t say what he was expecting, but it sure wasn’t this. There you were, hunched over on the edge of your bed, one hand on your stomach and the other holding your head.
“Shit (Y/N) are you alright?” Roger gasped, snapping into action and running to your pyjama clad form. Kneeling on the floor in front of you, he gently lifted your chin with his fingers when you didn’t respond. Brushing the unkept hair out of your face, he smiled sympathetically at your bloodshot eyes and shimmering skin, a product of the silvery tears and sweat rolling down your face from the searing pain that found itself in your abdomen.
With short quick breaths and a waiver in your voice you whispered “No I’m fine Rog, it’s just that time of the month you know?” You quickly wiped away the emerging tears that were threatening to fall and plastered on the most superficial of smiles, “No need to worry about me, I can take care of myself.”
He stared at you disapprovingly, shaking his head lightly, “I don’t doubt that but I don’t want to leave you here on your own either.”
“Roger I promise you I-“
“Did you want me to call the others?” Roger queried, seemingly unimpressed with your stubbornness by the way he interrupted you, “We can help out if you like?”
Although both of you knew that you didn't have much of a say in the matter, he allowed you to mull over the offer for a moment, reassuringly running his hands up and down your arms. Caving into his persistence, you nodded your head silently and watched as his face lit up with a smile. Quickly, he leant up and placed a quick kiss upon your forehead before lifting himself from the ground.
“I’ll be right back.” He vowed, running off into the living room to call Freddie, John and Brian. Part of you felt that you would be wasting their time and being selfish, but deep down you knew you’d drop everything in an instant if any of them were unwell and needed taking care of. The day would pass by far sooner and their company alone would ease the torment your body was putting you through.
You didn’t realise how excited you were until the remaining three boys bounded through the apartment door. While you expected their bright and energetic selves, you were met hastily with sympathetic and worried eyes upon seeing your bundled up frame. Roger had managed to get you to lie down in the comforts of your bedsheets and you wasted no time in curling yourself up into a nest of sorts, basking in the warmth that it provided.
With all four of them together, they quickly decided that Brian and Roger would go out to gather ingredients for the lunch that you hadn’t yet eaten while John and Freddie stayed to help you out where they could.
You and Freddie weren’t exactly shy when it came to physical affection with one another. You were the kind of friends that found comfort in innocent intimacy, holding hands and cuddling one another being a common occurrence. So when he offered to massage your stomach, you couldn’t accept fast enough. As you lied flat on your back, Freddie sat on the edge of the bed beside you, running his warm hands across your skin and soothing the aches that you fell victim to each and every month.
“Look at the positives my dear,” He mused with a gentle smile, brushing his thumb across your navel, “at least you’re not pregnant.”
“Right now I almost wish I was,” You replied jokingly, a puff of laughter escaping your lips. “I’d do anything if it meant this would stop.”
Right on cue, John manoeuvred his way around your bedroom door with a tray in his hands, “I made you some peppermint tea.” He announced cheerfully, placing the tray onto your bedside table, “Veronica asks for it often when she’s feeling like this, it helps her so I’m hoping it’ll help you too.” He confided, patiently waiting for you to sit up. Freddie wrapped an arm around your waist and gently lifted you so your back was leaning against his chest while John gathered one of the daintily painted teacups and handed it to you. Ever the considerate, he handed a second cup he made to Freddie and then grabbed a third cup he made for himself and clinked it against yours; joining in on Freddie’s and your quiet chatter, so you wouldn’t have to drink alone.
With your mind at ease as a result of the comforting tea and Freddie’s soothing movements, you found your eyes growing heavy and a warm humming sensation settled it’s way into your body. Before long, John and Freddie’s voices grew quieter as you indulged in the rest you so desperately needed.
When you awoke, a bright shade of orange flooded through your bedroom window. Hues of reds and yellows painting the ceiling in the most beautiful display. The pain in your abdomen had long subsided and you instead found yourself in the less sufferable state of deep fatigue. You squinted your eyes with a hand to your face as you adjusted to the light before making out the shillouette of Brian in the corner of the room. He sat perched in the armchair positioned next to the window, a cascade of curls falling around his face as he peered down at the book in his grasp. ‘Steppenwolf’ it read, by Hermann Hesse. Completely engrossed, he didn’t notice you were awake until you let out an audible yawn.
“Evening (Y/N).” He greeted, eyes still glued to his book as he finished off the page.
“Hey Bri.” You smiled back groggily, “I take it the others have left?” You queried, noticing the comfortable silence that enveloped your small flat.
Brian nodded while closing his book and placing it on the nearby table, “Rog had some errands to run, Freddie had an appointment and John has a date with Veronica.”
You nodded softly in response, a sudden wave of guilt washing over you. “Thank you for all taking care of me today. Although I’m so sorry I’ve kept you so long, you really didn’t have to stay.”
“Oh nonsense (Y/N), I wouldn’t want you to wake up in an empty house,” He reasoned, “Besides, we agreed that we wouldn’t leave you alone until you were feeling better.”
How thoughtful they all were, taking time out of their day to tend to you. In a bid to show Brian that you were in fact doing much better, you attempted you lift yourself out of bed and try walking around for the first time that day. However when you stood, a sudden wave of nausea washed over you and gave you the false sense of motion, making you lose your balance. Brian’s arms quickly steadied you and as the room stopped spinning you felt the all too familiar burn of bile rising up your throat.
Noticing you paling face, Brian swiftly walked you to the bathroom and dampened a washcloth to press against your forehead, “Chrissie’s out with her friends tonight so I could stay for a bit longer if you like?”
From the position you were in, knelt over the toilet bowl with tiles digging into your knees, you mustered a sharp nod, “Thank you for putting up with me.”
He laughed lightly in response, rubbing a soothing hand over your shoulder, “We’re here any time you need us.”
Warnings: Nothing, unless you happen to be sensitive to talking about cramps.
Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: I’m fully aware that I have like seven requests to fulfill, but I thought I’d take a minute a quickly write this for @drivenbybri, who has been suffering from cramps. Sofie, I hope you feel better, and this certainly did not take me five minutes, so I apologize about that.
You laid on your bed, a hand clutching your stomach, the dull ache never seeming to stop no matter how high you turned up the heating pad. This blows, you thought bitterly, and reached for your phone on the bedside table to scroll mindlessly through Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr, whatever caught your eye first. Except you didn't get too far, because what caught your eye was the missed call from Gwilym and the corresponding text, and a grin spread across your lips at the sight of his name. You opened the text quickly, suddenly not so miserable.
Hey darling, you mind if I come over? I feel like I haven't seen you in aGES
You laughed quietly at his exaggeration of the last letters in 'ages', but you were torn on how to answer. On one hand, the thought of your lovely boyfriend coming over and lazing about with you all day, snacking and watching trash TV, then ordering takeout and eating it in bed was a tempting one, but on the other hand, you looked and felt disgusting, and though you felt as though you trusted Gwilym, your relationship was rather new, and you weren't sure how fantastic you felt about Gwil seeing you in such a messy state.
I dunno if you wanna do that Gwil, I'm pretty disgusting right now :/
Aww love, you could never be disgusting to me
Though… may I ask why??
I'm on my period :(
I'll be right over and you can't stop me
*sigh* Suit yourself.
Despite your earlier concerns, you couldn't deny the giddiness swelling in your chest at the notion of seeing Gwilym again, you really cared for him, even though it'd only been a short half-year since you'd started dating him. And it was only a short wait before you heard a resounding knock at your door, and you forced yourself to roll off your mattress to answer it. But it was all worthwhile when you saw Gwilym's concerned smile, and even more so when you noticed the two shopping bags in his hand.
"Hi, y/n," he said softly, drawing you in for one of the most gentle hugs you think you'd ever experienced. His hand was warm on the small of your back, the other reaching over blindly to set the shopping bags on your foyer table.
"Thanks for coming over, Gwil. I appreciate it," you murmured quietly, pressing your face into his incredibly soft - like what the hell? - sweater. Gwilym chuckled against your forehead and pulled away from you to go through the mysterious shopping bags. Your heart melted as he pulled out a few bags of dark chocolate, as well as two pill bottles, one Tylenol and one Ibuprofen. From the other bag, he pulled out a box of green tea bags and some Kettle chips. He turned back to you nervously.
"I wasn't sure what exactly you wanted, but I know these are a few of your 'popular' period foods. Did I do okay?" you swore you were tearing up, at the moment, you weren't really in the mood for chips at the moment, but you'd gladly take the tea and chocolate. Besides, it didn't matter that he got a few things you didn't need, he remembered everything you'd told him all of twice and he managed to hit the nail on the head more than once. You already had more than enough green tea stocked in your cabinets, but you loved him just the same for this. You gave him a tired smile, but a grateful one at that, and he seemed to relax.
"Gwil, y-you did perfectly," You leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, turning his head slightly with a hand on his other cheek, "Thank you so much, honey"
It was truly a feat like no other that the moment Gwil sets foot into your apartment, he could make your misery vanish into thin air. The dull ache was still nudging at your stomach, but it was easy to forget about it when Gwilym was looking at you like that, and butterflies almost consumed those wretched contractions of your uterus.
You noticed a blush rise to Gwilym's cheeks, and your grin only widened, "Good, good, I was afraid the one thing I'd forget was the one thing you wanted," he stressed, and you took a step back from him, moving to put the pills and tea away in the cabinets, but he stopped you quickly, resting his hand on your shoulder.
"You should go and lay down, love, I'll make you some tea"
You furrowed your brow at him, "No, Gwil, you just got me all this shit while I've been sitting around, the least I could do is put it all away"
But Gwil kept protesting, and practically shoved you (gently) back to your room, so that you couldn't keep him from doing things for you. You reluctantly waited in bed, drumming your fingers on the sheets that lay over your ribcage, and you had nearly fallen asleep when Gwil finally entered the room, a cup of tea and a small bowl with the chocolates poured into it in his hands. You sat up gingerly at the sight of him, careful not to upset your pained stomach, reaching out to take the cup of tea from his outstretched hand.
"You don't want a cup?" you asked, settling against the pillows propped up against the headboard.
Gwilym shook his head, "Nah, I don't feel much like it right now" you nodded minutely, moving the bowl set between you to Gwil's lap and resting against his side. You didn't catch Gwilym's loving smile, but you felt when he wrapped his arm around you and squeezed you against his side, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. You slowly sipped at your tea and grabbed a few pieces of chocolate every now and then, Gwil distracting you with your favorite movie, sometimes allowing his hand to drift to your waist and rub over your stomach in response to your quiet groans and your nuzzling into his side, which you greatly appreciated. About halfway through the movie, you took a moment to look up at him, admiring Gwilym's lovely features. The slope of his nose, his beautiful blue eyes, his prominent cheekbones and his light scruffy beard, and you couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to be able to call this man yours. It didn't take long for Gwil to catch you staring at him, and once he did, he focused his attention on you, giving you a fond, albeit questioning look.
"What?"
You shook your head, assuming a smile of your own, "Nothing, just… thinking"
"About what?" his hand absentmindedly rubbing up and down your arm.
"I'm just," you took a moment to collect your jumble of thoughts into words, "I'm just glad you're mine"
Gwilym's smile grew, and he leant down to kiss you, "I'll always be yours. Thank you for letting me take care of you today"
You shook your head, a small motion, as to not take your eyes off him, "No, thank you. If it weren't for you, I'd still be as miserable as I was this morning"
Gwil leaned down once more, only this time to kiss your shoulder, then your stomach, ever so delicately, "Y/n, I love you, I hope you know that"
"I love you too," Oh my God, you were tearing up again, but that didn't stop you from resting your hand against Gwil's cheek and kissing his forehead, which wasn't a common occurrence because of how damn tall he was. You were so glad that you had Gwilym, you didn't know what they hell you'd do without him.
(A/N: Omg hi!! I’ve missed you all so much, and it’s been so long since I’ve written so I thought why not some Ben stuff? I want to thank @cardboardbenmazzello for bringing me out of retirement, your comments really got me going again. I also want to thank all of you for still following me and liking my stuff and what not, it means a lot. And please forgive me for not writing for a minute now, I’ve been super busy and my mental health was going down but I’m back and writing again! Sorry if there are typos, I was really excited to write again. Anyways, please enjoy and I love you, cutie🥰)
Finding out:
You and Ben had a good three months of dating because before that you guys were semi friends
Thanks to Gwil you two saw that you were kind of good together. They was also flirting between you two and you always felt comfortable together
You guys haven’t had the talk about kids or marriage or anything serious
He had also been filming a lot, so dates weren’t really a thing. He was filming or at the gym or something important so time together was amazing
When he came back you guys knew how to fill up time if you know what I mean (Stevie Wonder starts to play)
After that he was back and away at filming. Then, one day, you started to notice things were off
Small things like your boobs hurt or you wanted things that you hated or the smell of everything. You thought, at first, that it was just you’re period. Then, you noticed you were late
You knew right away that it was a possibility. Sometimes things get so wrapped up that you guys don’t think about protection
You couldn’t believe you were so stupid. You called your best friend immediately for them to pick you up a test, if you went the press could be all over you
When they got there you had drunken so much water you thought you would explode. You took the test and you both waited. You went around and around about if you were or not and what would happen but you ended up picking up that positive stick and knew what you had to do
Telling:
You were of course nervous. Kids never came up in any sort of conversation. Maybe when you saw a fan with a kid and you commented on how cute it was but you never talked about your kids.
You wanted to have it all planned out but when he came home it was a complete surprise. You had no idea he was planning on it either.
He came in really late at night but thankfully you were still up, watching your tv show and eating, while in his pajamas. You looked to see your door being open to just see him
You jumped up out of bed and ran into his arms before he could put his bags down. He hugged you hella tightly as you started to cry. You didn’t mean to, you had kissed him so much and you were scared to tell him because you thought you had more time. As he hugged you tighter you thought you would choke
“Don’t crush us.” You said as you broke apart because you realized what you had said. He folded his eyebrows at you before laughed a little. You smiled widely and then coughed.” Us.” You said as you put your hand on your stomach.
“Are you- are you kidding?” You shook your head as you felt sick.” I’m going to be a dad?” You nodded again.” A dad? I’m a dad!” He hugged you again.
“You’re not mad?” You asked him as you started to cry again.” No I’m not mad. Hey don’t cry.” He said as he put his hands on your cheeks.” I love you, I love you guys.”
The pregnancy/labor:
He was doing a lot of press tours but he was there as much as he could be, along with the others. You told him not to stress because it wasn’t a big deal. You both agreed that the last month and a half he had to be there no matter what and it seemed like a really good deal.
When he wasn’t there the first few months it was always Gwil or Joe. Simply because Joe had basically moved in and Gwil was there Incase you killed him. The others were visit but weren’t there as much as those two
Everyone kept you comfortable and safe. They made sure you ate right, took your vitamins, hold back your hair and always had someone there to cuddle with.
When Ben was there he did those things but better? You liked him there better because he always helped by talking about how excited he was to be a dad and all of those dad things
Joe tried but the second he got on baby names you thought you would lose your mind
“We’re not naming the baby after you!” You would yell from the kitchen. “Why not?” Joe would yell back at her. “Joe please.” Gwil would try to help. “Do it coward!” Joe would yell at you as you came in. You would look at Gwil as Joe kept yelling as to why the baby should be named after him. “We’re going to fight.”
Being pregnant was actually kind of fun for you. You didn’t have to do anything and it was great, sometimes you hated how much you did nothing but you got use to it because you knew the next eighteen years weren’t going to be like this
You were eating a lot of foods that you use to hate as well that made Ben laugh. You were eating his food, the food you made fun of him for. “It’s a boy, I just know it.” You would tell him as you ate his food. “Or it likes to be healthy.” You gasped. “Our baby is already weird.”
You also loved when you saw Ben get so protective of you two. He was always on something. Making sure you were laying right, not letting you do some things because of the baby, little things to. “Ben I can drive a car.” “You two are fine right there.” You nodded. “Is the three pillows necessary?” “Yes.”
You two got a dog because you would cry if someone wasn’t by you most of the time, you had no idea why but it was just what happened.
The baby kicks were amazing because Ben could feel them when they first happened, until Joe made his way when he heard you guys. “Coming through! What is Joe doing?” You both sighed. “The baby is kicking.” Joe put his hand on your stomach to feel. “It’s a sign he wants to be named Joe.” The baby then kicked, making Joe’s eyes light up. “I think it means he wants you to go away.” You would tell him. “Nope that’s just you, it’s kicking more, oh my god, I love you.”
One day it was you and Joe because Ben has went out for groceries, and by that you mean what you were craving when you felt a pain. You gasped and sat up as Joe was napping next to you. After a few seconds it happened okay. You hit Joe, working him up. “What? What?” He would say groggy. You just let out a groan. “I think I peed myself.” Joe laughed. “Your water broke! It’s go time people! We’ll call Ben from the car, let’s go, I’ve been waiting for this moment!”
Joe stayed with you until Ben could come. And when he did it was like the baby knew it’s dad was there because he started to come out, and fast.
How the gang is with the baby/parenting:
They all love it, very much. The baby makes one single coo and they all lose their minds. They’re over a lot to see the baby too.
They play with it so much, feed it when it needs a bottle, kisses it all over it’s face, the whole thing.
Rami is scared that he’ll break the baby everytime he picks it up. Gwil thinks there is nothing in the world is more pure than that baby. Lucy thinks she would break through walls for that baby. And Joe....
Well Joe thinks that baby is just as much his and the others. He is the most excited about being an uncle, he thinks the baby is cuter than a puppy, he loves this baby.
“Joe... my kid please.” You would say as you had a bottle warmed up. “Sleeping again but we’ll get back to you when we’re ready to eat.” You would shake your head before giving him to bottle.
“Is that a cute baby? Is that a cute baby? Yes it is! Yes it is!” Lucy would say as it was laying on the floor and crawling to her. “Look at them go, see come on baby, you got this.” Gwil would tell it
Rami says he feels like he could break it but when that baby is in his arms they lay there for hours upon hours. Everyone could be doing anything and that baby and him would just be chillin.
Joe lets the baby lay in his chest when it can’t sleep. Or just whenever it wants because that baby is crazy spoiled by him.
Having a hell of a lot of help because of how much they care about this baby. The baby is set for years when it comes to clothes and toys. They all love to see it’s face light up when it plays with a new toy.
You and Ben also love being a parent. You love to see them do the smallest thing because it’s crazy that they can. Their little baby hand holds anything and you two lose your mind
Ben loves being a dad more than anything. They do everything together too. He shops with them, goes to the mall with them, watching learning stuff with them, it was crazy
When the baby slept between you two it was the cutest thing to wake up to Ben cooing it back to sleep or hit him holding it and asleep
Ben would try to sing it songs to fall asleep but it likes it better when their other uncles do it.
“Ben it’s not going to choke on anything in its crib.” You would try to tell him as you found him over the crib again at night. “But what if it starts to eating the blanket.” “No baby would do that.” “But what if ours does?”
You always telling him how good of a dad he is and how much you love your little family.
Bonus! Growing up:
It’s been years later. Another kid and a marriage later to be exact.
It was the kids fifth birthday and everyone was coming over for the party. As more people came in the kid came shooting down the stairs.
“Uncle Joe!” The kid would jump into his arms, making him smile. “They kiddo, happy birthday.” Joe would kiss the top of its head.” Can you show me how old again?” Your kid would put up fix fingers with a smile.
“Growing up fast.” Lucy would say as she hugged you. “I remember their first steps.” You would say back. “Or when they started to crawl.” Gwil said as he hugged you.
“The party’s here!” Ben would yell as everyone got there. He would come over to you.” Roger got the cake, everyone brought a gift and the party is set. You did it, mom.” He said before he kissed you.” When do I get my superpowers?” He asked
“When you push out a kid.” You laughed before you kissed him again.” You’re already the best dad, what more could a kid want.” You both kissed yet again.
“Ew!” Both the kids and Joe would say as they walked in. A kid in one arm as he held the others hand. “Really?” Ben would say before running after them. Joe let them both go and to run off. “Save yourselves!” You smiled to yourself before walking into the living room to Ben grabbing both kids.
“You should have ten more.” Gwil said to you. “Yeah Y/N you two make pretty kids.” Lucy told you. “Agreed.” Rami would say. “Don’t we?” Joe agreed as he put his arm around you, making you all laugh. “I wouldn’t mind another one.” Ben spoke. Roger said back. “Yeah we’re getting old Y/N, they make us young.”
Ben and you both looked at each other. He looked at the kids with a smile before offering a birthday soda. “Not too much before dinner.” You reminded him and he just moved his head back and fourth. “Let’s go before we get anymore rules.” Ben told them both.
“You two are great parents.” You smiled.
“I’m glad you all feel that way because your wishes have already been granted.”
