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illfoandillfie · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1: Just Married

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Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Words: 1517

Warnings: semi public sex, thats about it tbh lmao

A/N: It’s that time of the year again folks! I’m very excited about what I’ll be posting over the next month but we’re kicking off with something a little on the romantic side. It’s a bit cute I think. But ofc I had to pick Ben for this one since he’s the only man I would ever consider marrying.

It was a good thing that everyone expected you and Ben to be totally wrapped up in each other. Ben’s horny looks were easily mistaken for love struck glances at his new wife. He’d had his hand on your thigh pretty much all through the dinner and speeches, only pulling it away when it was time to cut the cake. You’d gently stroked the back of his hand to let him know he could keep it in place, although whenever it rose a little too high you had to stop him. But you couldn’t blame him for trying. You were just as horny as he was. Hard not to be after two weeks of celibacy.

Originally, you’d planned to abstain from sex for a month leading up to the wedding. Surprisingly, it had been Ben’s idea. A friend of his had gone on about how the first-time-as-a-married-couple sex was so much more incredible when you’d not had sex around the time of the wedding and Ben had been taken with it. So you’d planned a whole month of not sleeping together. Except then there’d been a party and you’d both drunk a little and ended up having a tipsy fuck the moment you got home. So you’d decided two weeks of celibacy would be enough. And you’d been right. Two weeks was plenty of time to have both of you so worked up you were fighting the urge to give each other handjobs under the table while your maid of honour and best man made toasts.

There were bound to be photos of you and Ben leaning in to whisper to each other, looking sickeningly smitten and smiling uncontrollably. Only you and he knew that more than half of the whispers were innuendo or outright admittance of wanting certain body parts. And then, when just saying how desperately you wanted each other wasn’t enough, planning for how to find some time alone. It was rapidly becoming clear that waiting until you were on your honeymoon was not going to work. You’d combust long before then. You needed something sooner than that, just a quickie to get you through.

It was even worse when you stood up and started moving around. You could feel how wet you were just from his fingers brushing over your thigh. Ben kept his arm wrapped around your waist like you were his anchor, keeping him from drifting too far into fantasy. Or perhaps he already had a semi and was using you as a shield, it was hard to tell through your dress. You did an admirable job of pretending you weren’t constantly thinking about Ben’s cock, but his breathy laugh against your ear as you talked to loved ones, and the warmth of his hands as he pulled you in close to dance made you shiver with how badly you wanted him alone.

It was while you were moving away from the dancefloor that Ben leaned in close, his voice only just loud enough for you to hear over the noise of the hall, “Men’s room?” You blinked and twisted your neck to try to see him better, not sure you’d heard him correctly. He subtly tilted his head in the direction of the bathrooms, his hand slipping low on your back, just shy of an inappropriate touch. “Ohhhhh,” you said in dawning realisation, “Yes, definitely.” He chuckled at how emphatic you were and then took your hand in his, leading you towards the edge of the room. He looked around a little as you tried to navigate the room without being seen, “Shit. Incoming.” Before you could ask what he meant you heard your names from someone standing to your left. “Ben, Y/N,” the woman said, beaming as she reached to grab one of each of your hands, “What a beautiful ceremony. Congratulations.” “Aw, thanks Aunt Polly,” Ben said, “glad you could make it.” “Oh I wouldn’t have missed it. Been saying for years you two should get a move on and tie the knot.” Ben laughed sheepishly but before he could respond further she was continuing. “Been saying you’ll make such adorable babies – when you’re ready to have them of course. Not that you can always plan for them. My Helen was a honeymoon baby and we definitely didn’t expect her. Thought we’d have a few years before a baby came along. But c'est la vie. Now where was it you two were going for your honeymoon? Your mother was telling me the other day. Paris was it? Or was that my friend Brenda’s son?” “Sorry, Aunt Pol,” Ben said, quickly cutting across before her monologue could go any further, “There’s a bit of an issue we’ve got to deal with. Nothing big,” he assured at her sudden worried expression, “just the caterers are getting the tea and coffee and cake set up soon and needed to check something with us.” “Oh of course dear, go,” Polly made a shooing motion with her hands, “organising nights like this take a lot of work and coordination, I understand.” “Thanks,” you managed to get out before Ben was whisking you off, muttering under his breath about how his balls were turning blue.

Thankfully you made it to the bathroom without another interruption. Ben peeked inside to check the coast was clear before hurrying you through the door and then into a stall. “Cosy,” you quipped as he locked the door and turned to face you. “Funny, he managed to get out just before his lips crashed into yours, his hands already busy trying to ruck up the layers of your white dress. You giggled against his lips and began fumbling for his belt. It was cramped within the stall and your dress was more in the way than you’d have liked but there was no time or space to undress. You ended up bracing your hands on the cistern while Ben slid into you from behind, both of you taking a moment to sigh with how good it felt. But you were very aware that someone could want to legitimately use the bathroom any moment so Ben quickly got to work, pulling out carefully and then thrusting forward quickly, finding a rhythm and worked for both of you. You let out a small moan, pressing the back of your hand to your lips the moment it slipped out. “Careful wife,” Ben said softly, leaning forward, “don’t wanna get busted.” “Sorry husband,” you half whispered, half laughed, “you just fill me so well.” Ben groaned at your words, burying his face into your neck to muffle himself. You’d have returned his reprimand, reminded him he could be loud on the honeymoon, but he took that moment to wrap his arm tighter around your waist, pulling you backwards onto his cock. All you could do was whimper, readjusting your hands on the cistern to keep yourself steady. Which was made all the harder when Ben grabbed one of your wrists and moved your hand towards your cunt. “Rub your clit, honey, want to feel you cum on my cock.” It took a moment to get your fingers under your skirts but when you did you stroked your fingers along your slit until they brushed over the last inch or so of Ben’s cock as he pulled out a little so he could sink back in. You could feel the curly hair around his base and your own slick on his length before it disappeared into your warm heat once more. “Call me your wife again,” you murmured, finally dragging your fingers up to your clit. “Come for me, wife,” he almost growled, “show me how much your love your husbands cock.” That made you whine, though your fingers rubbing over your clit contributed too, as well as how Ben felt moving inside you. It lasted a little longer, Ben urging you on as he tried to hold off his own impending orgasm. Finally you were there, whimpering into his palm as he covered your mouth in case a noise slipped out. Moments later he groaned into your shoulder as he came himself, holding you tight as aftershocks shot through you with each slight shift of his hips.

"Worth waiting for,” Ben said softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “new wife.” You clenched in response, surprised by how the words excited you. “And very good to know I’ve got a new phrase to make you wet,” Ben laughed, carefully pulling out. “Don’t abuse your power,” you laughed, playfully reaching behind your to slap his side. Ben rearranged your underwear and then let your skirts drop, smoothing his hands over your hips as he turned you around to kiss you sweetly. “Nice try, husband,” you said, exaggerating the last word, “but I’m not spending the rest of my reception worrying about cum soaking through my underwear.” you reached for some toilet paper, “hold my skirts up please.” “Allow me,” Ben laughed, dutifully taking the toilet paper from your hand and squatting down to help clean up his mess as you rucked up your skirts again.

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intricate-oeuvre · 5 years

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say it before you run out of time || B. Hardy || part XI

part I part II part III part IV part V part VI part VII part VIII part IX part X part XI part XII part XIII

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Ben and the reader have been friends since childhood. And along the way reader falls in love with him. But it might be too late when another girl shows up claiming that she’s his girlfriend.

Warnings: nothing really (for now), horrible writing

A/n: FELIX AND MARZIA ARE MARRIED, THE VIDEO WAS BEAUTIFUL AND I AM STILL CRYING!!! This is shitty chapter but I promise that the next one will be SO MUCH BETTER, READY FOR THE SMUT YALL!! If you want to be be tagged in next chapter hmu

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“About things…” you trailed off, unsure how to start this part of the conversation. You opened your mouth couple of times, but didn’t find words which to tell him, your eyes darting to the door every other second. Ben looked behind, trying to understand what you were looking at.

“Is it about-“

“You should date Nina.” You interrupted him. Ben’s eyes grew big and he blanked for a moment.

“What?!” he leaned in closer as if not sure he heard you right.

“That’s what we talked about.” You swallowed.

“Are you joking? You must be joking.” Ben searched your eyes with his green ones. You couldn’t look at him and turned away.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Ben shook his head and softly reached for your chin.

“I know you too well to know you are joking.” Ben said, trying to make you look at him. You looked down, still not meeting his eyes and shook your head.

“You are lying. I can see it on your face.” Ben tried to cox the truth out of you. You opened your mouth to talk again, but still, nothing came out just like previously.

“Don’t lie, not like her. Not to me.” Ben pleaded quietly, his eyes still trying to see your eyes. At his words your eyes shot up to catch a glimpse of his green eyes, which in hospital light almost seemed translucent.

“Ben… I would never… “ you answered him in similar tone.

“But you are right now.” He said, leaning back from you. Why did he look so broken?

“It doesn’t matter what we talked about. Nina wants to be with you.” Why were you saying these things? Why did you condemn him with such person?

“And you? Because you are important to me. And that is not going to change. Even if we go our separate ways, I will always care about you. And I though that maybe, these encounters and moment we shared were something more, because at the moment it feels that maybe I was wrong.” Ben said, his eyes drifting to the window.

How do you tell him that you were fallen in love with him? The fact that you didn’t just fall for him, but simply because he was so unapologetically himself? That you loved him for everything he was and everything he wasn’t? The fact the he was perfectly flawed, and, so were you? How do you tell him that if you confess you lose him to another girl?

With no answer from you, Ben sighed and got up:

“Why do I even bother?”

“Don’t you dare to walk out that door.” From out of nowhere you got this surge of confidence as you now sat at the end of the bed.

Ben stopped and turned to look at you.

Now or never.

“She said… Nina said… That is not what happened. I didn’t jump in.” you said. Part of him expected some other confession. With tilt of his head, Ben waited for you to continue.

“I just want to say this before I continue, Nina is probably a nice girl, you know her better than I do. But that talk we shared. Honestly, every moment I had to share with her, was not what I expected from a girl that was dating my… that was dating you. Nina isn’t stupid, she is really smart girl. I kind of asked for it.” You said, not sure if Ben understood anything.

“Ask for what?”

“She pushed me, I’m sure she didn’t mean for me to fall that badly. I didn’t do as she asked. She asked me to leave, so I wouldn’t around when she gets everything she wants. She knows that I love you. And me being around probably doesn’t go along her plan of getting your money, so she asked me to leave which I refused, so she said she will do so herself and then I ended in the pool. Everything felt numb and stiff at the same time, I thought that I am going to die in that moment. And then there were medics everywhere and everything was fuzzy, but all my eyes could do was search for you in the crowd of people around me.” You rumbled quickly, your hands all over the place as you tried to prove your point, as your breath got quicker as you remembered being under water.

Ben just stood there. Taking everything in. Every single word you said. Half of it sounding bizarre to him. But that one little phrase.

“Say that again.” Ben mumbled. She knows that I love you- ringing in his ears. Taking slow steps closer to you.

“Which part?” you said, your eyes still full of fear from the memory. In second you raked your brain of everything you just had said.

“The She knows that I love you part.” Ben said now standing in front of you, playful smile adoring his lips.

Oh.

Love.

You had used a really strong word there.

As you were about to say something regarding the brought-up question, your mum came in the ward with your stuff, ready to take you back to the dorms.

Your mum looked at how Ben was standing in front of you:

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go.”

“I—” you started, not knowing how to finish that.

“Go on, I have things to take care of.” Ben nodded towards you and then at the doors.

With that school-girl blush, you slipped off the bed.

As you were walking to your mum’s car with your uni friends you couldn’t stop your eyes from searching for Ben.

“Mum, give me a moment.” You said to your mum as your legs on their own accord brought you closer to Ben’s car.

“You got a guest, Mr Hardy.” Rose smirked at him as she opened his car’s doors. At first sending a confused look at Rose, Ben looked around to see you coming his way.

“Get in the car.” Ben pointed at Nina briefly and then walked to meet you.

“Your mum is waiting, you know.” Ben said, smiling none or less.

“I know. What did she say?” your eyes briefly darted to the car behind him where Nina was still standing besides with Rose, while Maddie was already sitting in the front.

“She’s leaving tomorrow.” Ben shrugged.

“But part of me is glad that she was here.” He said. You only gave him confused look.

“Because she opened my eyes to show me what kind of treasure has been in front of me all this time. Making me look like a fool because of that.” He explained, giving you a soft smile.

You only blushed, not knowing what to tell him.

“JUST KISS ALREADY!” Rose called from behind.

And just like that, Ben pulled you closer and kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

You could never get bored of the way he tasted. That hint of cigarette that lingered. He kissed you like breathing wasn’t important to him. Thankful to God that you were still standing in front of him. He kissed like he wanted to erase the feeling of your cold lips from earlier.

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 26 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I am having a very, very hard time wrapping my head around the fact that there are only four (4) more chapters left for the story. It literally gives me anxiety.

Warnings: Smut ahead with a sprinkle of melodrama.

Word Count: ~2.9K. Not that bad, if I dare say so myself!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24, Chapter 25

Ben opened the front door as quietly as he could, hoping to surprise Annie. The hall light was on for Frankie, but the rest of the house was pitch black. His shoulders slumped as he dropped his bag to the floor.

The noise woke Frankie up from her slumber, and she came bolting out the living room, barking bloody murder. Her barks quickly turned into happy whines and yelps when she saw Ben standing at the hall. She rolled over on her back, her whole body swinging from side to side as she wagged her tail while he kicked off his shoes.

“Oh, my baby!” Ben scratched her belly and dropped to sit on the floor next to her. “Daddy missed you!”

He heard Annie and Rory approach the door and turned to face it. He could hear Annie’s muffled voice coming up the walkway and up the stairs, a jingle of keys. Rory banging on the door. The scream that came out of Rory as soon as she saw her dad sitting on the floor was deafening. She writhed and wriggled, forcing Annie to put her on the floor.

Rory crawled at lightning speed towards Ben. He spread his arms and legs open, inviting her in for a cuddle. When she reached him, she braced her hands on his torso and pulled herself up to stand.

“Clever girl!!!” Ben’s smile could have lit up the entire neighbourhood. “What a clever girl you are!” He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Come on, up we go!” he said, standing up carefully.

Annie stood in the doorway still, looking rather sheepish. Ben walked over to her and gave her a lingering kiss, while Rory smacked his cheeks impatiently.

“When did you get home?” Annie asked as they broke the kiss off. “Could’ve picked you up!”

“I just got home a couple of minutes before you did, actually.” He bounced Rory on his hip. “Are you ready to take a bath and go to Auntie Clara’s?” Ben asked.

“Ben, she just got home!” Annie laughed and took off her shoes. “Leave her be.”

“I just missed your mum so bad!” Ben explained to Rory, moving his face out of her reach as she made grabby hands at his nose. “No, baby. That’s attached and you know it.”

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“Another one?” Ben asked, referring to the show they were binge-watching on Netflix together. “Hey, hey. Stay with me here.”

Annie rubbed her cheek against Ben’s white t-shirt, listening to his heart beat. She moved her face to look at him, resting her chin on the back of her hands, right in the middle of his chest. She was so tired, and he felt so cozy, wrapped around her and keeping her warm and safe. It was just the two of them - Clara offered to take Frankie in for the night, as well.

“C’mere…” Ben grunted and pulled Annie up on his body so they could look at each other properly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for the chicken pox crisis.”

“I’m sorry I called you a tosser.” Annie whispered back. She smiled when Ben took a lock of her hair and twirled it around his finger. Just like Rory did when she was tired or moody. “I’m just tired. Worn out. Alone.”

“You’re never alone.” Ben’s eyes locked on Annie’s. “Ever. You have me.”

“Not when you’re not here.”

“Annie, if I could quit working and never leave your side…”

“I’m not asking you to do that.” Annie bent her knees to get more comfortable. “I’m asking you to maybe take jobs that are closer to home?”

“I’ll try to stay closer next time.” Ben took Annie’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “Or… you could come with me. Bring Rory and Frankie…”

“Now you’re just nonsensical.” Annie rolled her eyes and entwined her fingers with his. “I still have Greensleeves.”

“When it ends, then.”

“Ben, really.”

“Just… just let me fantasise.” Ben bit his bottom lip.

“Is reality so horrible, Jones?” Annie sat up and felt a familiar bump under her. “When you said fantasise -”

“Not what I meant, but you’re not wearing any pants and I haven’t seen you in weeks.” His hands caressed their way over to her hips. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you love me?” Ben asked.

“What?”

“Answer the question.”

“Of course I love you. Are you having a stroke?”

“Do you love me?”

“What, you mean am I in love with you?” Annie raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

“Are you seriously asking this?”

“Yeah.”

“Ben, what’s this -”

“Just answer the question. Are you in love with me?”

“Yes.” Annie breathed out. “Yes. Of course.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Ben smiled, the tip of his tongue poking through his teeth. “Was afraid you might not be anymore. For leaving you.”

“Fiercely and forever, Jones.” Annie leaned forward to kiss him. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Fiercely and forever.”

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“Ben, harder.”

“I’ll - ah, shit - I’ll break your pelvis if I go any harder!”

Skin slapping skin. Ben and Annie were drenched in sweat, their muscles were shaking, their bodies exerted. Ben shifted the angle a bit and started thrusting again. Annie turned to jello. Her body collapsed forward, her back arching like it never did before. Ben licked his lips and grabbed onto her hips, picking up pace.

“Yeah?” He asked, “like that?”

“Hm.”

“Yeah. That’s a good girl.” He slapped Annie’s bum. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“Ben, I -” Annie was panting, swivelling her hips and bucking back against Ben. She tried to brace herself up on her elbows.

“No, no, no.” He lunged forward, his chest pressed against her back. “You stay down. That’s a good girl. Right there. Go lower. That’s it.”

He was just about to lean up when Annie let out a muffled ‘no’. She needed him to crush her. She needed to feel him. Snaking an arm under her, he rolled them over on their sides, realigned their hips, and rolled them back the way they were.

“Spread your legs for me - hm!” Ben could feel the tingling sensations at the tips of his fingers and toes, indicating he was getting close. “Listen to me. Are you listening?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I want you to cum on my cock.”

That’s all the encouragement Annie needed. Clenching around him, she let herself go, moaning.

“Fuck yeah.” Ben reached around. He rubbed her clit, making her legs shake under him. “Did you just cum? Did you just fucking cum on my cock?”

“Mhm.”

“Fuck. Are you ready?” Ben’s voice was like a low growl in her ears. “Answer me.”

“Yes. Yes.” Annie nodded as best as she could, feeling another wave about to wash over her. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck.” Ben’s low moans were like music to Annie’s ears, and then his body relaxed on top of hers, crushing her into the mattress. “I am so fucking in love with you. Fuck. What fucking time is it?”

“How would I know?” Annie mumbled.

“Christ.” Ben leaned up and looked at the clock on the nightstand next to Annie’s side of the bed. 11PM. “You hungry?”

“Crusty.” Annie said and started laughing. “So crusty.”

“Let’s go get cleaned up, then.”

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“No more talkin’…” Annie mumbled, her lids heavy. “Need sleep.”

“Fuck that.” Ben kissed the top of her head. “I missed you too much to let you sleep.”

“Ben, please.”

“Tell me about your plans for the next week.”

“No!” Annie whined.

“Please?”

“Fine. Work Monday. Then OB-GYN check up Tuesday. Work the rest of the week.” Annie recited her weekly agenda monotonously. “Happy?”

“OB-GYN? Something the matter?” Ben’s nerves immediately kicked in.

“No, whacko.” Annie snuggled up to him. “Just a regular check up to see everything’s in place.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

“What if we don’t want it to be in place anymore?”

“What?”

“Just take the damn thing out.”

“And then what? Go back to using condoms?”

“No.”

“That’s how babies happen…” Annie murmured and drifted off to sleep.

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Annie woke up with a jolt. Ben wasn’t in bed with her. It was still dark outside, and Frankie was nowhere in sight. She thought she heard Ben say something just as she drifted off to sleep, but she wasn’t sure if she heard right. Once her tired mind caught up with Ben’s words and processed them, she was already away in Dreamland.

Until she wasn’t.

Reaching over to Ben’s side, she felt the sheets. Still warm. He hasn’t been gone very long. Chalking it up to jet lag, Annie sighed and grabbed his pillow, hugging it as she curled up on her side. Not long after, Ben came back, smelling like cigarettes.

“Where’d you go?” She asked, startling him.

“Jesus bloody Christ!” Ben turned around. “You’re awake?”

“Just woke up a few minutes ago.”

“Something wrong?”

“Did you really tell me to ask Dr. McCarthy to take the IUD out?” Annie sat up. “Or was that just my brain being weird?”

“I did.”

“You did?”

“I did, yes.”

“Have you gone mad?” Annie’s voice was oddly calm. “Ben, if she takes it out -”

“We’ll have a baby.”

Annie blinked at her boyfriend as if he grew a tail out of his forehead.

“Am I asleep right now?” Annie finally asked.

“No.” Ben said as he rolled back into bed and curled up on his side, facing her.

“Did you just imply that you want another baby?”

“Don’t you?”

“Someday, maybe, I…” Annie rolled over onto her back. “Rory’s not even a year old yet.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“You’re not even around -”

“I’ll be back, y’know.” Ben chuckled.

“Ben, I can hardly manage one by myself.”

“Just think about it.” He said, putting his hand on top of hers. “That’s all I’m asking.”

“I…” Annie clasped her fingers around his. “Ben, this is -”

“If you’re going to pull an Annie, at least tell me where you’re going.”

“Jamie’s.”

“Damn it. Fine.”

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“Do you realise the time -” Jamie started bleating, but stopped when he saw the look on Annie’s face as she stood at his door. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jamie stepped aside, inviting Annie in. “Annie, what’s wrong?”

“Ben wants another baby.”

“I figured he would.” Jamie put his hands on his hips, his sweats hanging low on his hip bones, chest bare. “Why are you here?”

“I… don’t know.” Annie confessed. “I just needed to -”

“Pull an Annie?”

“He knows where I am, though.” She said, her face expressionless.

“Annie, you’re starting to scare me.” Jamie stepped closer to her. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why are you here?”

“I don’t know…”

“I’m this -” he held up his thumb and finger, millimetres apart from one another, “ -close to slapping you right now.”

“Jamie, I’m terrified.”

“Of what? Knowing what you want, finally?”

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“You did not.” Clara’s blue eyes shot daggers at Ben. “You did not tell her that. No way.”

“I did, and she had that face again.” Ben nodded and bounced Rory on his hip. “Like the one she made when she found out she was pregnant.”

“Ben, did America turn you into an utter moron?” Clara sat down on her sofa, staring up at her best friend’s boyfriend and child. “What on earth possessed you to tell her you want another baby?!”

“Well, wanting another baby.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s not that complicated, really.” Ben shrugged. “I love her. She loves me. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together -”

“Says who?” Clara scoffed. “Just because you made this one -”

“Says me.” Ben moved Rory over to his other hip. “I know we’ll spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Not offence, Jones,” Clara’s awestruck expression remained, “but I think you might have ruined your chances there.”

“How would you know?”

“Where’s Annie?”

“At Jamie’s, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Oh, Ben.” Clara slapped both hands over her mouth. “Start praying.”

“For what, exactly?”

“For yourself. For your relationship.” Clara shook her head in disbelief. “What have you done?”

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“Why are you so freaked out, again?” Jamie yawned.

“Because this isn’t me.” Annie sighed. “I’m not the kid-loving, mum-type. I’m not wife material. I’m hardly -”

“Right, listen to me very carefully.” Jamie sat up, propping his elbows on his thighs to lean closer to Annie, “you are definitely wife material. You’re an amazing mum.”

“That! Right there!” Annie almost whined. “That’s the part I’m freaked out about!”

“Explain.”

“When I found out I was pregnant with Rory,” Annie picked at a loose string on Jamie’s sofa, “I gave Ben a whole speech about not wanting to be the wife waiting at home and raising kids alone while he’s off and -”

“And you are.”

“Exactly!”

“You love him.” Jamie stated.

“I -” Annie opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. “Yes. Yes, and it’s terrifying, Jamie.”

“He clearly loves you.”

“He does.” Annie nodded.

“You’re just -” Jamie scoffed. “You’re such an idiot, Annie. You two were made for each other. What are you so scared of!?”

“What if this doesn’t work out?” Annie’s voice was almost a whisper. “What if it’s not meant to work out? What if I say no and it’ll break his heart and -”

“What if pigs could fly?” Jamie asked. “What if aliens exist? What if we’re all living in a simulator and there’s someone - something - controlling our every move?”

“What?” Annie’s face contorted in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Annie, you need to talk to Ben about this. Not me.” Jamie shrugged. “I can’t help you.”

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Ben was just walking down the stairs after putting Rory down for a nap when Annie opened the front door. He froze, foot still in the air, and held his breath. They locked eyes and just stood there, frozen in time. Each waiting for the other to make the first move. Say the first word.

Annie was the first one to snap back to reality. She closed the door behind her and placed the keys in the bowl by the door. Seeing her move seemed to defrost Ben. He stomped down the stairs and walked up to her. Almost in a daze, she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him as tight as she could.

“You alright?” Ben asked after kissing the top of her head. He felt her shake her head against his chest. “Okay.”

They stood in the hall for nearly ten minutes, hugging quietly. Ben felt his shirt getting damp right where Annie’s face was, and tears started pricking his own eyes. He couldn’t stand it when she cried. It was even worse knowing he was the reason she’s crying. Clara’s words repeated in his head like a mantra. Start praying. For yourself. For your relationship.

“What have I done?” he thought out loud and felt Annie’s body shake as a muffled sob tore through her. “Annie, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. What have I done?”

Annie couldn’t speak. She didn’t trust her voice to work right. She could barely breathe.

“Please say something.” Ben sniffled. “Please. At least look at me.”

Annie’s tear-stained face looked up at him, her bottom lip quivering even more at the sight of Ben’s face.

“It’s over, isn’t it?” Ben whispered.

“Kill Jamie.” Annie’s voice was almost a croak. “Fuck Joe,” she continued, making Ben frown with confusion. “Marry Ben.”

“What?” Ben wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

“Fuck-Marry-Kill.” Annie licked her salty lips. “Kill Jamie, fuck Joe, marry Ben.”

“Annie, you’re not making any sense.” Ben searched Annie’s face for an explanation, a clarification. A sign that she hasn’t lost her marbles. “Kill Jamie, fuck Joe, marry me?”

“I’m not ready for another baby.” A fresh wave of tears came streaming down her face. “Not now…”

“That’s alright.” Ben’s thumbs were like windshield wipers. Wiping away Annie’s tears, unrelenting. “That’s alright.”

“I…” Annie started and stopped, trying to find the right words. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“You.” Annie’s voice broke again and she cleared her throat. “I just can’t -”

“No. No, no.” Ben’s knees buckled and he dropped to the floor, grasping Annie’s hands in his. “This isn’t happening.”

“I love you and -” Annie bit her bottom lip and looked up at the ceiling, “ -and I’m terrified. I never wanted to…”

“Annie, I’m begging you.” Ben tugged on her hands. “You have nothing to be scared of. I won’t hurt you. I’ll quit acting and stay home and do whatever you want.” His eyes seemed to stare into her soul. “Annie. Please.”

“Ben, I -” he looked down at the floor, feeling defeated. “ -Look at me. I need you to promise.”

“Anything.”

“Are we really fiercely and forever?” Annie asked. Ben nodded furiously. “Do you understand what I’m saying or are you forcing the words out of me even though you know how much I -”

Ben’s brows knotted as he processed what Annie said.

“Kill Jamie,” he parroted, “fuck Joe, marry me?”

“That’s what I said and you told me I make no -”

“Kill Jamie, fuck Joe,” Ben looked up at Annie, still kneeling on the floor, and a smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth. “Marry me.”

Annie nodded, tightening her grip on his hands.

“You’re not ending this.” Ben stated.

Annie shook her head.

“You’re not ending this…” Ben repeated. “You’re not ending this!”

Annie shook her head faster, a smile creeping up on her lips.

“One last time, to see if I got it right.” Ben bothered his bottom lip with his teeth as he inhaled deeply. “Kill Jamie. Fuck Joe.” Ben grinned as realisation dawned him. “Marry me?”

“Yeah.” Annie nodded and yelped when Ben pulled her down to the floor to sit in his lap. “Fiercely and forever, Jones.”

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o-holynight · 5 years

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Don’t Start Something You Can’t Finish | All You Have To Do Is Fall In Love AU

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Author: Michaela - @o-holynight Pairing: Joe Mazzello / OFC Rating: M Word Count: 1.6k POV: 3rd Person / Michaela Warnings: series warnings Summary: After being interrupted in the middle of an intimate moment, Joe and Michaela reschedule for another night home alone.

Masterlist found here! Series Summary: Best friends and college roommates Ben, Joe, and Gwil, find themselves tangled up with a group of girls who bring out the best (and worst) in them. Series Warnings: drinking, swearing Authors’ Note: Stories can stand alone, but it’s much better when read all together! Not everything is always in the same tense, or same point of view/perspective.

Joe fiddled with his ring finger, before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles. He glanced over at Michaela who was engrossed in the movie. It was some random thriller on Joe’s Netflix list, but whatever interest he had in watching it before, all melted away once he pressed play and started watching Michaela instead of the TV. She was so intrigued by the movie, which made studying her all the more intriguing. He could tell when something scary happened on the screen by the way that she jumped slightly, muscles in her neck tensing. He could tell when a scene was comic relief by the way the corners of her mouth turned up, and she exhaled a laugh through her nose. But when the main characters of the movie were entering a heated makeout session while unbeknownst to them, their friends were being slaughtered in the next room, Michaela happened to look over at Joe, whose eyes flitted for the first time in a long time to the television.

“You’re staring.” Michaela said with a smirk on her face.

“Oh, really, you wait until the sex scene to call me out on it? All of a sudden you look over at me when that comes on the screen?” Joe said, gesturing to the tv.

Michaela blushed and bit her lip sheepishly. Joe took notice of this, eyes flicking down to watch her newly reddened and glistening lip. He swallowed roughly, wanting nothing more than to connect his own lips with hers.

“Okay you got me there, but despite being a blind ass bitch, my peripherals are on point. I saw you looking the whole time.” she smirked, turning her body slightly so that she was facing Joe more.

“And you chose to wait until the main characters started kissing to bust me...why?” Joe asked, also angling himself more towards Michaela, squeezing his hand together in a fist.

“No reason…” she said softly, barely audible, as her eyes focused in on Joe’s lips, which were slightly parted, and moving closer as Joe leaned forward ever so slightly.

“C’mon mate the game is about to start and I’ve got money down on--oh...sorry are we...interrupting something?” Gwil said as he and Ben marched into the living room decked out in their soccer gear, apparently waiting to watch the game.

Clearly they were interrupting something. “No, you’re fine, we weren’t watching a movie or anything.” Joe said through a pasted-on smile, begrudgingly backing up from the almost-kiss.

“I mean…” Ben looked from Joe to Michaela, as if weighing the pros and cons. “The movie will still be there later, but the football game is live, mate.” he said, almost wincing at his statement, essentially telling the two lovebirds to take a hike.

“Fine, great, we’ll just leave then.” Joe said, leaning back into the couch, exhaling angrily at the situation.

“No I really should be going anyway. Got a project I need to finish compiling for studio tomorrow. It’s fine.” Michaela said, smiling at the two other boys as she stood up and reached for Joe’s hand, pulling him off of the couch and down the small hallway to the door.

Ben and Gwil quickly occupied the couch and turned on the soccer game, with the crowd roaring at the start of the match.

“I’m really sorry about them,” Joe apologized as Michaela reached for the doorknob to open the door.

“Don’t be sorry, I still had a great time with you today.” she replied genuinely.

“Could’ve made it a better time.” Joe grumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the floor, disappointed that the moment had passed.

“There’s always next time…” Michaela said, rubbing Joe’s knuckles with her thumb while she still held onto his hand.

“Trust me, the next time I see you, I’m gonna rock your goddamn world.” Joe said, a spark igniting again in his eyes.

“Is that a promise, Mazzello?” Michaela answered back, matching his excited intensity.

“You better fucking believe it.” he said, raising his eyebrows with a devilish grin as he pushed up off of the doorway, and backed into his apartment, closing the door between them for dramatic effect.

“So...tomorrow night? Knock twice for yes.” Michaela projected through the door.

Two knocks came sharply, and she grinned, turning around and walking back to her car with a spring in her step.

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I took a deep breath and stepped up to the door of Joe’s apartment. Tonight was the night that Joe and I would probably kiss. It had been a week or so since we officially met in his kitchen. Since yesterday we hadn’t spoken much about what almost happened, only texted about the details confirming our plans for today. I was coming over for dinner, and to continue the movie we were cut short on yesterday. As well as the other thing we were interrupted on. I wasn’t sure if I would even be able to eat anything, my stomach was so full of butterflies. But I mustered up the courage and knocked twice. He was probably in the kitchen prepping for dinner, so he opened the door almost immediately.

“Hey baby,” he said, pulling me into a hug with one arm, as the other hand was holding a wooden spoon. I blushed at the nickname, which sounded so sweet coming from his mouth.

“What’s with the uh--” I gestured to the blue checkered apron that he was wearing, holding back a chuckle.

“Oh you know, didn’t want to get pasta sauce on my nice clean shirt. Plus, it makes me look sexy, no?” This time I let out the chuckle. He was wearing a nice white button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows to avoid splash back from the tomato sauce.

“That’s quite a bold move, cooking sauce with a white shirt on.” I said, entering the kitchen, smelling the sauce bubbling on the stove.

“You’re right. I should just strip down now, much safer.” he said with a wink, making me blush once again.

“And she stepped on the ball.” Joe said, concluding his story, as we had moved to the couch after dinner.

“Wow, that sure is something,” I said in between laughs. “Thanks for the wine by the way. It really classes things up.” I sipped on my white wine, thankful that we had talked about alcohol preferences already when we were getting to know each other.

“Don’t thank me, thank Ben. It’s his.” Joe said jokingly. While Ben was the one who bought it, Joe specifically requested it for this occasion.

“Thanks Ben!” I called to the apartment.

“No use, he’s not home.” Joe said, setting his wine glass down on the coffee table. “Neither is Gwil.”

I took a deep breath, also setting down my glass, though I really just wanted to grip onto it for dear life. “Well then, please make sure to thank him for me when he returns…” I said, voice quivering a bit.

“Oh I will.” Joe said, voice also different. It was about an octave deeper than I had ever heard it before. He inched closer to me, placing a hand on my thigh. This caused me to inhale sharply, looking up at him over the rims of my glasses. I bit my lower lip nervously. That’s when Joe leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. It was chaste and sweet, and when I didn’t react by getting up and running away, he pressed his lips to mine once again. His hand moved up my thigh, onto my waist, pulling me closer to him as he deepened the kiss, parting my lips with his tongue. I allowed him access, feeling our tongues running over each other’s, feeling his quickening breath on my cheeks. Suddenly, his other hand grabbed my far thigh, and pulled me into a straddling position on his lap.

“Wait, wait--” I said breathlessly.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I put too much garlic in the sauce? Is this terrible for you?” He asked, frowning comically.

“No, that’s not it,” I laughed, placing a hand on his chest and swallowing for a moment. His heart was pounding, as was mine. “It’s just...I’ve never...done this before.” I admitted, looking down, avoiding his gaze.

“Never done what, make out before? Well you’re pretty damn good at it.” Joe said, rubbing his hands up and down the outside of my thighs.

“No, I’ve...I’ve never had sex before.” I said, whispering the last part.

“Well honey, this ain’t it…” Joe laughed, trying to make eye contact with me, who was still avoiding his eyes.

“Yeah but...it’s getting there.” I said, placing my hand pointedly on the bulge in the front of his pants, which I was dangerously close to sitting directly on.

“Ooh, fuck, don’t start something you can’t finish now…” he inhaled sharply through gritted teeth, eyelids fluttering shut as his head lolled back a bit onto the couch.

“I know, I know,” I said, retracting my hand apologetically. “I want to, it’s just...it’s a long story, I just don’t exactly want to get into it right now…”

“Michaela, don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to do.” he said sweetly, moving his hands up to my back, rubbing gently to calm me down.

“I mean...I want to do this…” I said, placing my arms around his neck, playing gently with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Well, let’s fucking do it then.” he said, leaning back in to kiss me once more, but stopped short. “I mean...make out, y’know. Not like, DO IT do it, I just mean, like--”

“Shut up and kiss me Joey.” I laughed at his nervous bumbling, before pulling his head forward and kissing his still parted lips.

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lovehelpmewrite · 5 years

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Quite A Cheeky Little Thing | All You Have To Do Is Fall In Love AU

Other parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Author: Ella - @lovehelpmewrite Pairing: Gwilym Lee / OFC Rating: T Word Count: 2.3k POV: Ella Warnings: nothing, literally nothing Summary: Ella attends a play that Gwil is starring in, and the two go out for a subtly sultry dinner afterwards.

Ella: What do I even wear to a play?

Gwil: Something nice :)

“Something nice? What does that even- what does he even mean by nice? Like a dress? Like a cocktail dress or evening wear or…” I trailed off nervously, pacing in my room while Sarah and M laid on my bed watching.

“Honestly, I think you’re overthinking it,” Sarah said. She was laying on her back, arm over her eyes to block out the light and minimize whatever hangover she was suffering from.

“I’m not! I can’t show up in a sundress and see everyone else there in evening gowns, Sarah! It’s important to him and I don’t want to embarrass him!”

“Ella, I mean, I know what you mean but I think you’re putting too much on this too,” M said honestly.

I stopped in my pacing and stared at her. “Well then what am I supposed to wear Mic?”

“Why don’t you just ask him?” Sarah asked as she slowly rolled off my bed and started toward the open door. “I’m going back to bed, good luck,” she called over her shoulder.

I turned back to M.

“She’s right.”

I groaned in frustration and walked over and dropped onto my bed facedown.

“M you know I’m not good at this, what if I fuck this up?” I mumbled into the bed.

She just rubbed a hand over my back comfortingly before speaking, “if he’s as great as you’ve been saying, he won’t let you fuck it up.”

I sighed and turned my face so I was looking at her again. “You’re right. You’re both right. I just… I like him a lot and I don’t want to scare him off or something.”

She just hummed in understanding and nodded, watching me think.

I picked my phone up and texted Gwil.

And by nice you mean…?

I dropped it back onto my comforter and looked back at Mic.

“Sorry for being a bitch.”

“It’s okay, I’m pretty used to it.”

I laughed and shoved her shoulder jokingly. “Yeah, I’m sure."

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I smoothed down the skirt of my dress nervously while I stood with the group of other people presumably invited by the cast. I couldn’t help but hold my head a little higher though, as my invite came from the lead actor himself.

We all clapped as the cast made their way down the hallway outside of the theater, a few stopping by their invitees and thanking them with hugs and exchanging of flowers and kisses.

Anxiety jumped in my chest as I watched Gwilym smiling and shaking hands with several of the people he passed, graciously thanking them for coming and for their praise on his performance. He had changed from his last costume into some dress pants and a button up shirt. Finally, his eyes met mine and a large smile overcame his face.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” he spoke, pulling me into a hug

“Oh! Of course, I’m glad I came. You were amazing!” I congratulated. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his back tightly. I closed my eyes at the comforting warmth and pressure of him against me and smiled wider than I have in a long time when we pulled back.

Gwilym turned his eyes down to my dress, his hands remaining on my hips while he looked me over.

“You look… incredible. This dress is just gorgeous on you,” he complimented, eyes staring into mine intensely. I bit my lip nervously as less than kid-friendly responses filled my head.

“Well, wanted to make sure I could keep up with my date. I mean, some of those costumes…” I paused, grinning as he looked down and blushed in embarrassment. Several of his costumes had involved him being shirtless or majorly undressed. “Well, lets just say I don’t know if I can quite hold up to that standard.”

“Well, I can assure you, you’re keeping up just fine. In fact, I’ll probably be the one having trouble keeping up with a woman as beautiful as you,” he countered, turning and leading us down the hall to the exit. He offered his arm and I gratefully slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow, my wrist pressed against the rolled up sleeve of his button down.

“Such a charmer, Gwil,” I grinned, looking up at him while he focused on finding a way through the crowd of leaving people.

Once we were actually out on the street and I could feel the cool night air on my cheeks I felt more at ease, like I normally did around Gwil.

“So there’s this little italian bistro just down the street here, amazing chicken parmesan, amazing steak and fries-”

“Gwil, I uh… I’m a vegetarian,” I said sheepishly, avoiding his eyes.

“Oh! Ah- they um… they have some amazing pasta dishes as well! Salads and, uh… whatnot,” he offered, obviously wracking his brain for ideas.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little to myself, calling his attention back to me.

“What?”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered is all,” I laughed, looking up at him as his cheeks reddened.

“Well then I must be incredibly cute right now,” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Absolutely adorable I’m afraid.”

I watched his blush grow, having to look down at the sidewalk to calm the intense smile on my face while we walked in comfortable silence toward the bistro. Once we were finally inside and getting seated, Gwil pulled my chair out for me making my cheeks warm again as he took his own seat.

“So what can I get for you two?”

“Could we get a bottle of your best Chardonnay? Thank you so much.”

I held up my menu carefully, at first genuinely looking over the options but once I had decided on spaghetti carbonara, I was peeking over the top of it to see Gwilym’s concentrated face while he looked things over.

Finally, the waitress came over with the bottle of wine, and a waiter behind her carrying a small basket of what I could immediately identify as garlic bread. We ordered easily and as soon as I deemed it polite I reached for a piece of the freshly toasted bread tearing off a chunk and humming as I ate it.

“You’re cute when you’re staring, just so you know,” Gwil said suddenly, taking his own piece of garlic bread.

My eyes turned up, embarrassment and panic flitting in my chest but he just smiled at me upon seeing my deep blush.

“Especially when you think I’m not looking.”

“I didn’t think you… sorry,” I mumbled, shifting in my seat and tucking my skirt under my thighs awkwardly.

“It’s okay, like I said, you’re cute when you do it,” he grinned cockily, taking a sip of his wine.

“You know you’re flirtier tonight than you usually are… I like it,” I smirked, tearing off another piece of garlic bread and chewing it slowly.

Gwil sat up a little straighter at my confession and smirked back, eating his own garlic bread.

“Speaking of flirting, our roommates seeming to be getting along well,” I commented, swirling my wine.

“Oh? Which ones?”

I laughed at the realization and cocked my head to the side. “Both of them I guess.”

“Well, Ben and Sarah certainly seem to be getting on well,” he said, gauging my reaction to see if I knew they had already fucked.

“Mmm, at least they do it quietly.”

I tried not to laugh as Gwil nearly choked at the bold statement. He swirled his wine glass absently as he spoke, only flicking them up to mind after the words were spoken.

“So are you- uh… are you quiet as well then?”

I stared into his eyes for a long moment, watching the heat rise up his neck from his unbuttoned collar.

“Sometimes,” I paused, taking another sip of wine. “Usually not.”

For a moment we just stared at each other, seeming to dare the other to make some sort of move.

Of course that all was ended when the waitress decided then was the perfect time to bring our meals. We both cleared our throats and sat up, smiling politely and thanking her as our plates were put down.

Even as I hungrily started eating, I couldn’t help but glance up at Gwilym through my lashes. Definitely more than meets the eye there.

After we had finished dinner we decided to walk around the nearest park for a while, holding hands and continuing to just talk and joke around and tell stories.

“Yeah! She broke my nose!” I laughed, watching Gwil react with mild horror as I recounted the time my sister and I were playing “airplane” and her legs bent and I went crashing into the floor.

“That’s insane!”

“You can still see the line from it, look!” I stopped and turned to face him, pointing to the still faint line I saw on the bridge of my nose every day.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Here,” I said, pulling his arm so he was nearly pressed against my front, face mere inches from my own.

“Ohhh, I see it now,” he murmured, fingers coming up to gently trace over the pale line.

My breath hitched in my throat while I looked up at him, my heartbeat pounding in my ears while his hand slowly moved back to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear sweetly.

“Ella?” He whispered, face moving ever so slowly toward my own, his eyes on my lips.

“Yeah?”

He moved his eyes up to mine. “I’m sorry your sister broke your nose.”

A slow smile grew on my face while my hands came up to rest on his shoulders, slowly moving over them and inward to sit on the sides of his neck.

“Gwil?”

“Yeah?” he answered breathlessly, lips just marginally out of reach.

“Kiss me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He pressed his lips to mine and it was like my heart exploded in my chest. His lips were warm against my own, contrasting to the slight chill of the night air and when his other hand came to rest on the small of my back the heat made me shiver slightly and lean further into him.

Not that either of us were complaining.

He gave a small hum of approval when my hand moved down to his waist and pulled him even closer to me. I could feel his responding grin when he experimentally lowered his hand to grab over my butt and I moaned into his mouth.

When we finally pulled back it was reluctant and slow, both of us pausing and resting our foreheads together.

“Guess you really can’t keep quiet then, huh?” Gwil asked cheekily.

I laughed slightly embarrassed, letting my head drop down to rest against his shoulder. I let myself enjoy his continuous warmth though as his arms came to wrap around me comfortably. I could get used to this.

He walked me back to my dorm after that, both of us reluctant to leave the other. We both stood in front of the outside door to Chatham, holding hands and staring at each other with dopey smiles.

“I had… such an amazing time Gwilym. From a great play,” I took a step closer to him, “to an amazing dinner together,” another step closer, “to a spectacular kiss.” I smirked up at him, my hand moving slowly over his side and ribs to press against his back.

“Quite a cheeky little thing when you’re given the chance, aren’t you?” he grinned back down at me.

I just grinned wider. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Mr. Lee.”

My eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down, kissing me for what probably was the twentieth time tonight. I hummed into it contentedly, vowing to never get tired of the feeling of his lips against mine. We could have stayed like that all night for all I cared and I would have been happy enough.

But all good things must come to an end I suppose, as a muted “oh!” sounded from inside the dorm doors. We pulled back reluctantly, one of my hands on his back and the other fisting his collar, his on my waist and my neck.

And behind the glass of the door stood Ben Jones, face taken over by a large grin.

Gwil and I cleared our throats and let go of each other awkwardly as Ben pushed the door and came outside to stand with us. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest while Gwilym scratched the back of his neck, his other hand resting on his waist.

“Hey Gwil,” Ben greeted knowingly.

“Ben,” Gwil and I greeted at the same time.

“Just came out for a smoke. You?”

Gwil cleared his throat again, seemingly giving Ben the death stare. “Just walking Ella home, mate.”

Ben hummed and nodded knowingly, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. “ I see.” He turned his gaze from Gwil to me and winked, making a definitively embarrassed blush creep up my neck.

“I’m going to- I’m just gonna inside. I had a really great time Gwilym,” I said finally, feeling the awkward tension only get greater.

“I’ll see you on Monday, love,” Gwil said finally, giving me one last soft smile as I pulled open the door and walked inside.

I practically stormed up to our dorm room door, shoving my key in and closing it loudly behind me.

“Sarah, I swear to god I’m going to murder Ben.”

“What? Why, what did he do?”

“He fucking-” I paused to throw my arms around nonsensically. “Interrupted our kiss! I was thinking about inviting him in and Benjamin fucking had to come out and cockblock me!”

M and Sarah both had to hold back laughs and while I was truly frustrated I couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled up my throat, leaving the three of us nearly falling on the floor in laughs at the situation.

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godyouredull · 5 years

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Oh, I’m In Trouble | All You Have To Do Is Fall In Love AU

Author: Sarah - @godyouredull Pairing: Ben Hardy / OFC Rating: T Word Count: 6.2k POV: Sarah Warnings: series warnings, aggressive frat guys Summary: Sarah makes a risky decision at a frat party and is overwhelmingly pleased with the outcome.

How do I always get talked into going to these things? Within 15 minutes of arriving to a frat house, whose name I never remember for more than 5 seconds, I immediately regret it. Truly the best part of going out like this is getting ready with the girls so we can come up with a game plan while blaring the same obnoxious pop music. But, inevitably, every time I step out the door I immediately contemplate walking back inside. Oh well, no use wasting a cute as fuck outfit I suppose. And hey there’s free alcohol, right? Right.

“Hey!” Ella snaps me out of my thoughts, “You’re not gonna leave early tonight, are you? I hate when you do that.”

“No,” I sigh dejectedly, “I’ll stay long enough to get drunk but seriously Ella, as soon as you have a target in sight, you tell me, okay?”

“I know, I know. I won’t abandon you without warning.” She says as she links her arm in mine. “NOW, let’s get drinks.”

We walk arm in arm out to the back deck, where the ever flowing amount of alcohol seems to always be, accompanied by the obnoxious shouts and whoops of the household residents. It’s the usual scene: beer pong table, keg, random lawn chairs and a good amount of handles on the dirtiest table you’ll see in your life.

“Alright well, what’ll it be? Lukewarm beer or liquor without a mixer?’ I ask in the most enthusiastic voice I can muster.

“Complain all you want. You’re not paying for it, are you?” She’s got a point. I’m still trying to decide if it’s worth it though. “Stop complaining and tap the keg.”

“I love it when you get demanding.”

“You have no idea.” She says half laughing.

“Alright, pipe down. There’s options out here.” She begins to scout the talent while I look around for the tap. How has this keg not been tapped yet?

“Whoa. They’re kind of cute.” She points to a team of guys playing beer pong. They are cute. The one with darker hair is definitely the more outgoing of the two, getting way too excited when he makes the next shot with ease. His partner though, has blonde hair and seems to just be along for the ride, maybe even sober.

“They’re alright.” I say, trying to play it off. At the same moment, the blonde looks around the yard, clearly getting bored with the beer pong game. When his eyes land on me, though, he doesn’t look away but… neither do I.

“He’s staring at you.” I hear Ella whisper. Of course, I’m aware of this as I’m blatantly staring right back. Damn, he’s good looking. “Go talk to him.”

“No, no. He’s a frat dude, Ella. You know that’s not my thing.” I finally tear my eyes away from cute blonde boy to focus on the task at hand: keg tapping. As I line the notches of the tap with the hole of the keg, a voice stops me.

“Need some help with that?” Some part of me hopes it’s cute blonde boy, but when I look up, that hope disappears. It’s not cute blonde boy, just another generic frat guy.

“Uh, no thank you. I can handle it.” Now go away.

“You sure? No offense but these things have a tendency to explode whenever a girl tries to tap it.” Jesus. Where the hell is Ella?

I scoff and contemplate punching him. Instead, I screw the tap into place and push down, sliding it into place. Grabbing a solo cup, I pour myself a pint and stare at this douchebag straight in the eye until the cup is completely full.

“Nope, I think I got it.”

“Wow, impressive.”

“Okay, I’m walking away now.” I manage to take about two steps before I feel his grip around my elbow.

“Whoa, whoa. Hang on a second.” He spins me around so I’m facing him again. Maybe I am going to punch someone tonight. This is truly the last time I come to a frat party.

“I have to go find my friend actually. She was right next to me a second ago.” My eyes scan the room, searching desperately for Ella who I may or may not need to come rescue me from this asshole.

“What’s your name?” He asks, ignoring my previous statement.

“Could you not grip my arm when you’re talking to me?” I try to twist my arm out of his grip but he’s unfortunately much stronger than I am.

“Someone ought to teach you some manners, sweetheart.” His lips are inches from my ear and I immediately push him off.

“You’re one to talk you fucking assho— “

“HEY,” Another voice chimes in, “Pretty sure she doesn’t want to talk to you, mate.” Holy shit. It’s cute blonde boy. He’s stepped in between me and the jackass, arm held out in front of me as if to create some kind of protective barrier. A couple bystanders have begun to notice the situation and watch to see if these guys start throwing fists.

“Alright, whatever, she’s all yours.” The jackass walks away with his hands up in surrender. Thank God. If there had really been a fight I’m not sure what I would’ve done.

Once he’s gone, cute blonde boy turns around to face me.

“Hey, hear that? How kind of him to hand me over like that. We were really hitting it off too.” I say sarcastically. He laughs.

“You okay?” Whoa. He’s got a deep, British accent.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thank you for that. I wish I could say that’s the first or last time that’s bound to happen.”

“It’s not something you should have to get used to.” He sounds genuine. Interesting. “I’m not sure why I keep coming to these parties. All these guys are the worst.”

“You’re not one of them?” The plot thickens. He looks slightly offended at the question.

“Do I come off as one?”

“Well, it’s hard to say.” I can’t help it; I smile. “We just met.” He smiles back.

“Right, yeah. That’s fair.” He looks down and brings his fingers up to his bottom lip and pinches it between his thumb and pointer finger. Damn he’s cute.

“And you do have that classic frat look, you know? Kinda hot, kinda douchey.” He looks up again. Shit.

“So you think I’m hot?” Damn.

“And douchey, lest we forget that part.” I say as I accusingly point at him. He doesn’t respond, just laughs. His eyes are so green. I’m staring again. Okay, take a sip of your beer, Sarah.

“Eugh. That’s a little too lukewarm for my taste.” I say as I set the cup down on a nearby table. Which is partially true but mostly I’m just trying to keep the conversation going.

“Well, we could always go somewhere else.” He suggests.

“Uh, well I think this is pretty much the extent of the drink choices.” I say, gesturing to the disgusting table with various handles. Maybe I will just switch to liquor if I’m gonna spend any more time with cute blonde boy.

“Oh, no I mean we could get out of here. Leave the party.” He says casually.

“Whoa whoa, easy. I don’t even know your name.” He’s already asking me back to his place?

“NO n—I didn’t mean... like we can find a bar or take a walk or something.” He stutters through the suggestion, his cheeks turning a bit pink. I stay silent and smile at his slight embarrassment. “I’m Ben, by the way.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ben. And I actually would love to leave this place.” Where the HELL is Ella? “Have you seen my friend though? She was standing with me earlier.”

“Earlier? Like when you were shamelessly staring at me playing beer pong?” His tongue sticks out of his mouth ever so slightly as he smiles and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. My jaw drops.

“Excuse me! I’m pretty sure it was you staring at me.”

“Sure, sure.” He mumbles.

“Plus you were barely even playing. Your friend seemed to be carrying most of the weight there.” I accuse him.

“Yeah, well I get bored at these things easily, hence my wanting to go somewhere else.”

“These parties do get old quick, I’ll give you that.” I pause, looking at him intently while wondering if I’m really gonna leave with a man I just met. He did just save me from a frat douchebag and for some reason I find myself trusting him.

“So, are you really up for ditching it?”

“I really am. Let me just find my friend first and let her know.”

We both do a quick scan of the room before finding her engrossed in a game of pong. She’s in her element. A couple of guys are watching her as she downs a beer like it’s no problem.

“Ella!” I walk towards her, Ben following behind me.

“Sarah! Be my partner! We could destroy these assholes.”

“You’re not wrong but I actually came to check on you. I think I’m gonna head out.”

“What?! You’re leaving?”

“Well,” I look behind me to make sure Ben isn’t too close. “Remember that blonde guy who was staring at me earlier? I’m leaving with him.” Her eyes widen. She steals a glance at him, standing a good length away talking to another one of his friends.

“Well, damn girl.” She looks at him again.

“Ella, stop! Don’t be obvious.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” She’s still looking in their direction. “Who’s his friend? I think he’s in my philosophy class.” I follow her gaze to see Ben talking somewhat intensely to another tall, dark haired guy who looks way too sophisticated to be at a frat house.

“I don’t know. He’s cute though.” I admit. She continues to stare at the friend, eyebrows slightly raised.

“I’ll say.”

“Alright, down girl.” We laugh. “Are you good? Will you be okay without me?”

“Yeah! Go be with surfer boy.” She clears her throat. “He’s coming. Be cool.” We both adjust our stance so we’re standing up a little straighter.

“You ready?” Ben is suddenly right behind me, hand on the small of my back.

“Yeah let’s go.” I turn back to Ella. “Hey! Call me if you need me.” She nods and makes obscene gestures as I walk out with Ben.

“Her name’s Ella?” He asks.

“Yeah, why?”

“My mate was just asking me about her. Thinks she’s cute or something.” I laugh knowingly. Looks like Ella’s in for a good time tonight too.

“Wait, before we leave…” I stop him from walking any further.

“What?”

“Wait here. I’m gonna steal a handle.”

“You’re gonna—what?” His accent is so strong. Even the way he says ‘what’ is hot.

“Wait here!” I exclaim as I walk back onto the back deck. Tonight wasn’t the night to wear a velvet crop top. Looks like I’m gonna improvise. Doing another quick scan of the options, I spot a larger handle of Fireball on a small table in the corner. That’ll work, but how will I hide it? Can’t hide it. Alright, Plan B then.

Grabbing the handle as quickly as possible, I tuck it under my arm and speed walk to where I left Ben.. Grabbing his hand with my free one, I urge him.

“C’mon let’s go!”

“Wait wha—I—okay.” He stutters but follows my motions as we briskly walk out of the house as fast as we can without looking too suspicious. Luckily, it’s a mess inside the house so if anyone notices, they don’t stop us. We make it out the front door and he’s laughing in a confused manner, our hands still linked.

“Mission accomplished.” I say, holding up the Fireball as we walk down the street.

“Fireball? You smuggled Fireball.”

“The classics never go out of style, Benjamin.” I defend my liquor of the choice.

“It’s just Ben.”

“It’s not.”

“What do you mean it’s not?” His voice raises an octave but he chuckles.

“If we’re going to be friends you’re gonna have to get used to me calling you by your full name. It’s my thing.”

“You’re really gonna call me that?” He says in mild disbelief.

“Only in certain situations.” Now I’m laughing. This whole situation is weird. I’m walking down a random street, holding hands with a guy I just met, with a handle of Fireball tucked under my arm.

“You know I still don’t know your name” He points out.

“Uh... They call me Trixie on the weekends.” I joke, not sure if I should really give him my real name.

“Wait wh— “

“Yeah it’s a tough line of work but the money’s good.” I say as deadpan as I possibly can. He stops walking.

“Are you joking?” His eyes squint a bit as he asks. I take this opportunity to drop his hand and open the Fireball, taking a swig as I start laughing.

“Yes,” He shakes his head, “But you almost believed me, didn’t you? I like that. I’m Sarah.”

“I think I’m still gonna call you Trixie.” He’s still shaking his head but he starts walking again. “Pass that over.”

“I think I’m more of a Trixie, honestly.” I say as I hand him the bottle. I want to hold his hand again but that’s weird, right? Probably not a good idea. If I’m being honest what I really want to do is jump him right here in the street but that’s definitely weird. Don’t wanna come off too strong.

“I’m gonna hold your hand again, okay?” He declares, catching me completely off guard.

“Works for me.” I exhale as he links our fingers again. Thank God it’s so dark outside because I am absolutely positive I’m blushing.

“So, Trixie,” He drags out the name. I’m already regretting that bit. “Where to now?”

“Well I think we’re set on drinks,” I say motioning to the full handle, “So, let’s just keep walking? See what we find.”

“Works for me.” He almost whispers. How is one person’s voice so deep?

“Much better than a frat party, right?”

“Well, I don’t know. One good thing came from that party.” He smirks.

We’ve been walking down this random street for a while now and I’m extremely glad I decided to take an Uber to that damn party instead of drive. I’m also glad I wore converse instead of the uncomfortable flats Michaela suggested. It’s been about an hour and Ben’s managed to cover a fairly wide range of topics. He’s not in a fraternity, though one of his roommates, Joe, is, hence his attendance at tonight’s party and quite a few others. He’s studying acting and drama in school and he moved to the U.S. because he thought it would give him a better chance at being successful in the business, but he misses home a lot and travels back as much as he can. Despite being incredibly attractive, he doesn’t seem to use it to his advantage which means my first impression was wrong. He hasn’t let go of my hand nor has he made any attempt to take things much further. Refreshing and I guess kind of infuriating because the more he talks, the further I do want to take it. Damn the brits and their tendencies to be perfect gentlemen.

“Are you hungry at all?” He asks.

“I could eat, yeah.” Oh right, forgot to mention that I haven’t eaten since before the party and I’ve now drank a significant amount of Fireball. I’m playing it off though. I think.

“I only ask because you’re stumbling a little.” Okay, maybe not.

“Right, well this sidewalk isn’t paved very well.”

“I’ve heard Fireball can do that. Put cracks and bumps into pavement and whatnot.” He says sarcastically.

“Benjamin. Was that a joke? You’re making jokes at my expense now.” I accuse as I put my hand on my chest like a 19th century Southern woman. He shrugs.

“I’m just trying to keep up with you. Which is becoming easier because you’re, you know, stumbling.”

This is good, us bantering like this. Everything feels light and a bit less real so there’s no pressure. I find myself hoping we continue this for the rest of tonight. Maybe even tomorrow morning. Damn he’s already got me breaking my rules? Not good. Or maybe good? Ugh.

“Well if you would drink your share of the Fireball, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Sarah, it’s Fireball.”

“Oh god, sorry there were no mojitos for me to swipe.” His drink of choice, as I had learned. “I’ll make a mental note for next time.”

“Next time? You plan on stealing alcohol from a frat party again?”

“I think you could talk me into almost anything, Benjamin.” He blushes at this and stutters a little bit, like he’s thinking about what exactly he wants to talk me into. Good.

“Except I didn’t talk you into this! You did that all on your own.”

“Uh huh. Good luck finding someone to believe that. From what I’ve seen, you’re quite the troublemaker.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He shakes his head while smiling. Have I mentioned how much I wanna jump him? Damn I’m tipsy.

“You mentioned food. You have something in mind? Because I don’t even know where we are.” I admit. We’re definitely still in the same neighborhood as the frat house because all we’ve passed are houses but I’m hoping, since he apparently frequents that frat house, he has an idea of what else is around us.

“I know a place. Come on, drunky.” He pulls my hand in the other direction and I briefly lose my balance, using his shoulder to steady myself. We’re inches away from each other, his green eyes directly in front of my face. “Sidewalk trip you up again? Someone should really repave this.” Before I can even respond, he turns away and starts walking again.

I exhale shakily and follow him, weak in the knees for a brand new reason.

“A taco truck?”

It was another fifteen minute walk to get to our destination: a food truck that Ben apparently frequents after he’s been out all night. It’s parked in the middle of a nearby town center that I know I’ve been to before but never found a reason to go back.

“It’s really good, I promise.”

As we walk up to the counter, he lets go of my hand and puts it on the small of my back, leading me to look at the menu. To be honest, I’m not really that hungry but I know I should eat because I don’t want to stop drinking but I also don’t want to keep making a fool of myself.

“I’ll just have whatever you’re having.” I say looking at the menu. He’s looking at me though, rubbing my back with his thumb. I can’t honestly be expected to be focused on food when he’s touching me like this. The fucker.

“You trust me then?” He asks innocently.

“Well you did save me earlier tonight so that means you’ve earned my trust.”

“I won’t let you down.” He winks. I go to grab the Fireball that’s in his other hand but he holds it away from me, just out of reach. “Oh, no. You’re eating first.” We’re standing face to face now.

“Stop teasing me then.” I whisper.

“Can’t handle it?” He whispers back. That’s it. I lift my face, about to kiss him.

“What can I get you guys?” The truck owner comes out of nowhere. We both jump back from each other. Dammit.

“Uhm.” Good. He’s flustered too. “Four chicken tacos and two waters, please.”

“Both of those waters are for him. He’s been drinking all night. Needs to sober up.” I say to the truck owner. Ben looks at me accusingly.

“I have not been--”

“C’mon Ben you’ve been gripping that Fireball for hours. You’re not fooling anyone.”

The truck owner laughs, glancing down at the half empty handle in Ben’s hand. I can see how bad he wants to deny it but he doesn’t. Just stares at me in disbelief as I remain completely stagnant. Keep teasing, baby. Two can play.

“Four chicken tacos, coming up.” The man says, still smiling as he walks back to the kitchen.

“Cheap move. You’re not getting away with that.” Ben says once he’s gone.

“I certainly hope not.” I say, stepping a bit closer to him, looking up at him through my lashes. I link my finger through his belt loop and pull him closer to me. “Do something about it.”

“Christ.” He curses, looking away. “We’re in public.”

“Aw. Can’t handle it?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he scoffs and bites his lip. He lifts his hand and cups my face, stroking his thumb against my cheek. His eyes flit to my lips and I swear he’s about to kiss me but again, he doesn’t.

“I can handle it.” He whispers. I swallow, trying to control my breathing.

My heart is slamming against my chest and I have to clench my thighs together. His effect on me is unbelievable but I know he feels it too. We’re inches away but I can’t bring myself to react. I just stare into his bright green eyes, quickly down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. His thumb is still rubbing my cheek and I contemplate bringing it to my mouth.

“Here you are. Four chicken tacos and two waters.” I blink repeatedly and step away from Ben, shaking my head trying to clear my impure thoughts.

“Thanks, mate. Sarah, will you grab them?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry.” I stutter. Ben smirks, knowing my inability to focus is because of what just happened. He pays the truck owner, telling him to keep the change.

“C’mon, let’s go.” I expect him to hold his hand out for me to take, but his are full and so are mine. Damn. Now how am I supposed to walk straight?

“Let’s sit here.”

After continuing to walk around for a while, Ben has led us to a local park in the neighborhood we were in earlier. We’ve managed to revert back into normal conversation and bantering, not acknowledging the turn of events at the food truck. We haven’t eaten yet but I can feel myself sobering up a bit, as I have to keep forcing myself to focus on the words Ben is saying and not thinking about what he’d look like between my thighs.

“You know this area pretty well. You bring a lot of girls around?” I joke.

“Ha, yeah. Deserted parks in the middle of the night are my go-to date spot.”

“It does have a certain ambiance, I suppose. If you’re, you know… a serial killer.” He sits on the bench and laughs pretty loud. The sound gives me that same feeling in my chest from earlier and I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of hearing it.

“I honestly don’t have a response to that.” He’s still chuckling. “But I’m definitely not a serial killer.”

“Good to know.” I say as I sit down next to him.

We sit in silence for a bit, both of us just eating our tacos and drinking the water. It’s not an uncomfortable silence though. It’s serene, like we’ve known each other for years and are simply enjoying being near each other for the first time in a while. He looks out at the park ahead of us and I find myself staring at him again. My eyes wander from his sharp jawline to his full, pink lips to his messy blonde hair. He’s so goddamn beautiful and I’d bet anything he doesn’t even have to try.

“You’re staring again.” He finally speaks.

“Yeah I am.” I don’t even deny it. He’s gonna have to get used to it.

“What are you thinking?” He asks, still looking away from me. Hm, to be honest or no? I could tell him exactly what I’m thinking right here and now. But no, it’s too easy.

“I’m wondering why you haven’t given me back the Fireball yet.” He laughs, again. Nope, I’ll never get tired of hearing it. He reaches down to pick up the fireball and hands the bottle to me. I unscrew the cap and take a fairly sizable swig.

“Alright take it easy, Trixie.”

“Well, you drink some!” I say as I offer the bottle back to him.

“I’m okay, babe, really.” My breath hitches at the nickname. “I do have a confession to make though.”

“Oh?” Is this it? I don’t know how I feel about fucking in the middle of a public park but hey I guess there’s a first time for everything.

“I smoke cigarettes and I’m feeling the urge to light one right now but I don’t want to if it’ll make you sick or uncomfortable. Do you mind?”

“Usually, yes but I’ll make an exception for now.” I really thought he was going to ask to fuck in a public park? Jesus. What’s wrong with me?

“Because I’m hot?”

“AND douchey. Will you let that go?”

“Never.”

He removes a carton of cigarettes from inside his jacket pocket and takes out two, putting one between his teeth and the other behind his ear. It’s hot, but not as hot as his fingers expertly flicking the lighter and then him taking a long drag, blowing out the smoke as he exhales.

We sit in silence for a bit again. Him continuing to smoke his cigarette and me taking swigs from the handle. I’m torn between wanting to hear his voice again and wanting to sit in the comfortable silence. It’s impossible to look away as he continues to take drags from his cigarette. I know how bad it is but fuck if he doesn’t look irresistible doing it. If he notices, he doesn’t mind but the more I drink, the more antsy I get.

“How long have you been smoking?” I ask, deciding I want to hear his voice again.

“Too long.”

“Have you ever tried to quit?”

“Yeah, it’s not as easy as they say.”

“Well, here I’ll help you.” I take the cigarette out of his hand and take a drag from it. He watches in shock. I know he’s expecting me to cough but I don’t.

“You smoke?”

“Sometimes.” I admit, taking another drag.

“Holy shit.” He says under his breath. I then throw the cigarette on the ground and step on it, effectively putting it out. “Hey! That wasn’t quite done yet.”

“I know. I said I’d help you quit, remember?” He stares at me in disbelief.

“You’re…” He starts, not able to find the words.

“I’m… what?”

“Something.” He says finally.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Benjamin.”

“I wish you’d stop calling me that.”

“Never.” I repeat his statement from earlier.

Hours have passed and we’re still sitting on this damn park bench, talking about anything and everything. The craziest part is that I don’t think either of us ever made a solid effort to go home or get the other back to their place. No, the subjects have been limited to favorite movies, books, our families, an explanation of our tattoos, and even a brief discussion of male celebrity crushes. He’s put his hand on my knee a few times and I’ve found excuses to occasionally put mine on his chest and shoulders but still, we keep our hands to ourselves.

“What time is it?” I ask, finally coming to the realization that it’s starting to get light outside. He takes his phone out for the first time that night, which reminds me that I haven’t checked in with Ella or Michaela. Shit.

“Whoa. It’s 6:30. I have class in two hours.”

“Oh my god.” I don’t mean to say it outloud but I can’t help it. “We’ve been out all night?”

“Disappointed?”

“No,” I smile, “definitely worth it.”

“Let’s get you back then.” He stands and offers his hand.

He’s kind enough to order an Uber back to my place, having me dropped off before he goes to class. We’re riding in silence in the back of the car, his hand on my thigh the whole way back. I really might combust but it’s probably too soon to ask him to finger me in the back of an Uber.

“Ben?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for this. Seriously, between saving me from that jackass and feeding me when I’m drunk I had a really, really good time.”

“Me too.” He smiles, and squeezes my thigh. Seriously, is it too soon? I could move his hand a little further north and we’d be good to go.

“Here you are!” The driver announces. Ben gets out first, walking around to my side and opening the door for me. Such a gentleman. I can definitely work with that.

“One second.” Ben tells the driver, signaling him to wait and then walking me up to my door. “So...” he starts.

“So...” I respond.

“We should do this again.”

“This exactly?”

“Well, no.” He laughs. There’s a lull.

“I’d invite you up but--”

“I’d accept.”

“Skip class.” The words are out before I can stop them.

“Wow. You’re a bad influence.”

“Sorry.” I laugh. “I thought that had been established.”

“I wish I could but I can’t today. We’re doing monologues.”

“Another time then?” I know how needy I sound but I really can’t help it.

“Of course.” He brings his hand up and cups my face again. I decide that this time I’m not taking a chance, if he’s not going to do it then I will. I fist his t-shirt in my hand and bring him to me, crashing his lips onto mine. He’s still for a second, obviously surprised, but his lips slowly begin to work against mine until they’re moving in perfect synchronization. He moves his hands down to my waist as mine work their way into his hair, lightly fisting his blonde curls. And it’s perfect. All of it. His lips are so soft and his quiet moans are fueling my every movement, desperately trying to be as close to him as I possibly can. It’s so perfect that when he pulls away I actually, verbally whine.

“God, I wanna stay.” He whispers, still inches away from me.

“But you can’t.” He brings his hands back up to cup my face and kisses me quickly one more time.

“I want to.” He insists.

“I believe you.” I laugh. “Here, give me your phone.”

He takes his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to me. I put my number in under ‘Trixie’ and hand it back to him.

“Trixie.” He smiles at the name.

“Text me, okay?” I say as I start to walk into the doorway.

“Wait.” He stops me by grabbing my hand and kisses me again. He tries to make it quick but I put my hand on the back of his head, holding him in place and deepening the kiss. He moans against my mouth and it might be the one sound I love more than his laugh. His hands are around my waist again for one second until he pulls away. “Oh, I’m in trouble.” He sighs, his forehead resting against mine.

“Go to class.” I say lightly pushing his chest away from me.

“See you later, babe.” He winks as he walks away and gets into the Uber.

I close the door behind me and lean against it for a second, fisting my hair in my hands and shutting my eyes closed tight.

“FUCK.” I yell to no one in particular.

“Sarah?” I recognize Ella’s voice before I see her come out of her room. “Did you just get back?

“Yep.” I admit, my hands still in my hair as I exhale obnoxiously and smile.

“Damn, that good?” She asks.

“We didn’t fuck.”

“Oh... then... What’s up with you?”

I start from the beginning, telling her the whole story and leaving absolutely no details out. Of course, as soon as I’m finished, Michaela walks out of her room. She takes in the scene; me completely flustered and Ella literally on the edge of her seat.

“Um… What’s going on?”

“You are never skipping another party.” Ella responds.

“And he’s BRITISH? Like he’s actually British?”

“Yes, Mic for the 800th time he’s really, actually British. Or he’s an expert at faking accents.”

The three of us had moved to our dining room where I proceeded to tell Michaela the entire story. Ella gets just as excited as she did the first time, sometimes even stopping me at certain parts.

“THIS is the best part oh my god, yeah.”

“UGH I love this.”

“I still CANNOT believe he really did that, wow.”

So, yeah. It’s been an eventful morning of excited storytelling and obsessing over Ben’s teasing and British-ness. At some point, Michaela asked me for his last name which I realize I never got, but that doesn’t stop Ella from pulling out her laptop and trying to find him on social media anyway. Since she’s an expert who should probably work for the FBI, it doesn’t take her long.

“FOUND HIM.” She squints at her laptop screen. “Ben Hardy.”

“Hardy? That’s fitting, I guess.” I say as I pull my chair up next to hers. Mic brings hers to the other side, so we’re all collectively stalking his facebook page.

“Oh my GOD.” Mic exclaims. “THAT’S him?!”

Ella has his profile picture pulled up and yes, it’s a very good photo of him. I get that feeling in my chest again just looking at his picture. Damn him.

“Yes,” I laugh a bit. “That’s him.”

“Sarah, you are absolutely fucking with me.”

“I am NOT fucking with you! That’s really him!”

“He’s so HOT.” She emphasizes the last word. I put my head into my hands, hysterically laughing.

“I TOLD you.” Ella chimes in as she continues scrolling through his tagged photos. “Hey, that’s his cute friend I saw… and that’s his beer pong partner.” She points to a photo of four boys sitting very close in what looks like a dorm room, Ben on the bottom right.

“Did you end up talking to him?” I ask.

“No, I never got a chance to.”

“Oh, bummer. Ben said he thought you were cute.” I share. She stares at me accusingly.

“He what?! And you’re just now telling me this?”

“Well... I...”

“Who’s his beer pong partner?” Mic ignores us, pointing to the auburn haired boy in the photo. Ella clicks on the picture so the tags show all of their names.

“Oh, Joe. That’s his roommate who’s in the fraternity.” I repeat Ben’s words.

“He’s…” Mic starts but trails off. Ella and I look at her, wide eyed, waiting for her to finish.

“Cute? You can say it, M.”

“He’s… yeah. He’s cute, fine.” She admits, crossing her arms and huffing. Ella and I smirk knowingly at each other. “Oh, fuck off.” She curses at us.

“Gwilym.” Ella says out of nowhere.

“What?”

“That’s his cute friend’s name.”

“Who also thinks you’re cute.” I tease her.

“I’ll have to decide what I’m gonna do about that.” She flips her hair and smirks. Ella’s a master at her craft and I smile, excited to watch her work on this Gwilym. As for Joe, well I’m definitely hatching a plan to get him and Mic in a room together.

At that moment, my phone buzzes, breaking me out of my mental plan making. A text from a number I don’t have saved shows.

“I know she only works on Saturdays but is there any chance Trixie is available tonight?”

It’s Ben.

“Guys.” I get my friends’ attention and show them the text.

“TRIXIE, oh my GOD. I’m going to cry.” Michaela exclaims, causing me to burst into laughter once again. I’m so giggly at everything he says. How fuckin’ lame.

“Are you gonna see him again?” Ella asks.

“I think so.” I admit, trying to think of something to respond. I save his name in my phone as ‘Benjamin’ and type out:

“I suppose she can make an exception for this very special case. It just so happens I have mojito ingredients at my place.”

Since both of my friends are looking over my shoulder as I type, Ella chimes in.

“You’re gonna bring him here?”

“Should I not?”

“Well… you’re definitely getting laid tonight.” She accuses, sticking her tongue out. I look at Mic for confirmation and she shrugs.

“Not necessarily.” I try to deny it but I definitely knew what I was doing. “Is this bad? I’m a slut.” They both laugh.

“We been knew.” Ella says.

“I won’t make it too easy.” I defend.

“You better not be referring to my mojito ingredients.” Mic chimes in. I don’t respond because I definitely was but I’ll run out and get my own. Maybe. My phone buzzes again. He responds quick, I like it.

“Well, it’s hard to say no to that. I’ll come by around 7?”

I type out a quick confirmation and send him our address, just in case he didn’t save it from this morning.

“It’s a date. See you then, gorgeous. Xx”

I read his response and smile like a goddamn idiot. My friends ask what he said so I show them. Their faces light up the same way as mine.

“Use protection.” Ella warns.

“Or, you know… don’t.” Mic suggests.

“MIC!”

Ella slaps her shoulder at the same time I burst into laughter again. Her breeding kink is bound to get one of us in trouble eventually.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 5 years

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Early Christmas Present

Fandom: Actor, RPF, British Actor, BoRhap Boys

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Female Reader

Characters: Ben Hardy, Fem Reader, Reader, OFC,

Word Count: 1289 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader has been having quite a stressful Christmas but Ben is always on hand to help her feel better

Tags/ Warnings: Christmas, Drabbles, Love, Retail Worker, Established Relationship, Cute, Fluff, Ben’s a Sweetie

Notes: Updated 9/22

@mightyfineblog

The monotonous thump of several Christmas classics echoed around the bustling aisles of the store. The repetitive music was now ingrained in Y/N's brain, a mix of jingling bells and festive phrases all hodgepodge together. She was sure that the reason for Christmas music was not to spread cheer but rather the drown out the arguments in shops over who got the last tray of mince pies first or the eradicate the wails of children who had no interest in their parents shopping for Christmas dinner as they had been distracted and wanted to get the latest toy on the 23rd of December not understanding that Santa had already got the exact present locked away in their cupboard under the stairs.

Y/N was almost finished for the day. It was the 24th of December and there were only 10 minutes left of her shift before she was done until the 27th. How she had wangled not only Christmas Day and Boxing Day off she would never know but she wasn’t going to question her luck. She deserved it, in the run-up to Christmas she had done 12 days worth of shifts, having to cover for co-workers who had come down with ‘flu’ suspiciously close after the works Christmas do. At least someone else’s hangover meant she had an extra few quid in for New Year’s Eve which she had also managed to get off.

Though it hadn’t been without sacrifice. Her 12 days of Christmas had been something else.

12 shifts in retail 11 trips to look in the back 10 belligerent customers 9 last-minute purchases 8 hours at a till 7 babies crying 6 sneezes in her direction 5 am starts 4 fist fight 3 lost children 2 sore feet 1 Vomit Cleanup on aisle 3

It had been a fun-filled 12 days but as that clock ticked ever closer to finishing time Y/N's excitement and exhaustion built. She was just ringing up her last customer. A woman who had bought a hundred pounds worth of groceries had the nerve to run for a few more items as she was rung up and then proceed to try and use five coupons, all of which had expired. As she went to tell the woman her discounts would not count she saw an argument bubbling under the surface ready to pop as she said the words. Wanting to get home on time she accepted two of the coupons, knocking around £5 off the original price and watched as the woman’s annoyance retreated behind her eyes, unable to say anything unkind. Y/N helped her bag everything up as the woman left she threw her ‘this till is closed’ sign on the conveyor belt and headed to the back for her belongings.

She tried to avoid as many people as possible as she headed out for fear of being collared to help for a while longer but whispered her goodbyes to some of her coworkers who were still in for another few hours of a shift. Once she donned her coat, scarf, gloves and bag she prepared herself for the walk home and went to the back door, pushing the latch gently. The wind whipped into the storeroom past her as she walked out into the car park. It was dark and cold though the lot was lit by the store's outside lights and the street lamps just ahead. She gathered herself a bit tighter in her coat and walked toward the other side of the car park that entered into the main road. As she got towards it she heard a rumble of a familiar engine approaching her from behind. She turned, raising her hand to block out the bright headlights, to see her boyfriend, Ben’s car idling towards her. She stopped and allowed it to roll forward and stop beside her. The door opened a tad and she hastened to climb in, the cold in her bones. The car was warm and inviting as was the face of the boy sitting next to her.

‘Hey,’ he said with a smile as she got herself settled. ‘Hiya,’ she smiled, ‘what are you doing here?’ ‘Oh charmin’, can’t I pick my girlfriend up from work?’ he said with a smirk. ‘Of course,’ she said with an eye roll, ‘but I thought you were busy. And it’s only a ten-minute walk.’ ‘Yeah well,’ he said, ‘it’s dark and I want you home safe and anyway I finished my Christmas shopping early so.’ ‘Only you could think the 24th December was finishing early.’ ‘Honestly, I do this amazingly selfless and sweet thing and I get nothing but grief,’ he smiled, ‘don’t I get a kiss?’ ‘Nope,’ YN chuckled, ‘unless you’ve got some mistletoe.’ ‘Oh I do,’ he said, ‘but it’s in my pants, feel free.’ ‘Ben!’ she giggled as he leaned over and the pair shared a tender but quick kiss before he started his car and set off home.

The streets were busy as Ben turned onto the main road outside the shop and the cars were rolling at a slow but steady speed. ‘How was work?’ Ben said keeping his eyes on the road.

‘Busy,’ she sighed, ‘I had three arguments today and I was wrong in all of them.’ ‘Annoying when that happens, isn’t it?’ he said with a raised eyebrow hearing the sarcasm dripping in her words. ‘Yeah, we had this one lady come in and ask for a specific bottle of wine. When I told her we didn’t have it she demanded that we go and look in the back, which I did, and then when I told her we didn’t have it, because I know what’s in the back, she said ‘well, if you can’t be bothered doing your job then you shouldn’t have bothered.’ ‘Bet that went down well.’ ‘Too right, I nearly punched her right then and there. I said that it wasn’t that I didn’t want to it’s that we genuinely didn’t have anything. She then told me she wanted to speak to the manager.’ ‘Oof.’ ‘I smiled and told her ‘of course madam’ then went to get them and described her and I quote, ‘there’s an absolute cockwomble that wants to see you.’ ‘What did she say?’ Ben chuckled. ‘She sighed and said, ‘Another one!?!?’

Ben erupted in a fit of laughter before he shook his head. Y/N sighed before she felt a bubble of happiness erupt in her as the car turned into their street and relaxation was finally in reach. Ben pulled into the drive and climbed out, Y/N following suit. He went to the boot and collected his bags before the two of them headed inside. The house was warm and inviting. The tree was lit and there were candles dotted around the living room. Aromatic smells came from the kitchen and Y/N looked up at Ben who was depositing his bags on the couch and said, ‘did you cook?!’ ‘Yep,’ he chuckled, ‘and I ran you a bath before I left which should be ready about now.’ ‘Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?’ she chuckled as Ben sidled towards her and enveloped her in his arms. ‘I know you’ve been working very hard and I thought you deserved it. And it’s Christmas.’ ‘Oh babe,’ she smiled leaning up to give him a kiss. ‘And I thought that once you’re relaxed and fed that I might be in luck for Christmas to come early if you know what I mean.’ Ben was barely able to escape the pillow that Y/N grabbed straight away off of the couch and lobbed at his head.

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raksh-writes · 6 years

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Pour Some Sugar On Me (A Warren Worthington III x OFC story) | Make Mine March 10.03

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m doing it anyway. And I may not be able to finish it this month, but at least I can try, right? Welp, we’ll see what comes of it... So, another snippet, a bit longer, becasue why not?

Pour Some Sugar On Me

Warren Worthington III x Eris Collete

“„Pink Floyd, huh?”

It was so surreal. When was the last time he listened to music? It felt like years ago; when he blazed Metallica from his battered boombox under the roof of that goddamn barn, drowning himself in vodka to dull the pain of his scorched wing. But Peter lit up at his words, the grin wide and toothy.

„Yeah, man, they’re, like, probably my favorite band ever. You like them too?”

He turned away again, uncomfortable in the enthusiasm rolling off of him in almost visible waves.

„They’re good,” he rasped out and was opening his mouth to say more, when he saw a person coming out of the mansion.

The woman that sat at his side, when he woke up. With a touch that woke a shiver up his spine and calmed him almost instantly. Eris? Yeah, that was her name. She looked around and spotted them - a smile lit up her angular face, warm and - was it... happy?”

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lokisrare · 4 years

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birdie

pairings: ben hardy x ofc.

word count: 4.6k

a/n: i hate this but i love this, also, spoiler: i hate cassie. i don’t really know what it is, but let me know what you think and if you want to know what happens next lmao. oh, by the way this was heavily inspired by break my heart by dua lipa.

June 6th, 2010.

“Well damn, you look HOT.” I gushed when Sydney walked out of the changing room.

She sent a smile towards me while fixing her hair, it must’ve been freaking hard to get on that dress, I think to myself when I look up and down her body, the dress hugging her body just right, but still, the material looked incredibly uncomfortable and her face just confirmed that to me.

“I feel like someone’s pinching my nipples constantly, like here…, ugh it hitches so bad,” she says trying to fix the top of the dress and I laugh at her struggling to make the dress work.

“Syd, why don’t you try something else, you’re going to look good anyway,” all I receive is a death glare and I just know she’s telling me to fuck off while still trying to find a way to feel comfortable.

She huffs and gets into the changing room, closing the pink curtain a little too aggressively, I suppress a giggle knowing she’s having a hard time and I’d probably end up with my hair pulled if I keep making fun of her. “Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees is playing which makes me roll my eyes annoyed, it had become my young sister’s favorite song so it was on repeat almost every hour of the day, just listening to it gave me a horrid headache.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just go with the first one,” Sydney says finally getting out. I nod, a very genuine and happy smile plastered on my face, it was 6.30 pm and we had left my house at 4, to say I was hungry and tired was an understatement.

“I really hate you, Cass, you know that right?” Sydney says as we finally get to my house, most specifically: my room. I run straight to my bed, my back thanking me for finally having a moment to rest after being walking and standing still for three hours straight. “I don’t really know how you choose so easily; I just can’t decide when it comes to shopping.”

I smile with my eyes closed hearing Syd grabbing the make-up bag as she seats in front of the mirror, “I just go for black, that’s my secret, black’s the right decision. Always.”

“Your whole wardrobe is black, Cassie.” I don’t see her but I can tell she rolled her eyes, annoyed. “You could’ve at least gone for something red this time or maroon or grey.”

I prop on my elbows scanning my open (and messy) closet, well… maybe I owned a lot of black clothes but it is just a glorious color, or not actually a color but who cares, black just rocks and it was easily combined.

“I promise I’ll wear something else next time.”

Sydney looks at me with a sarcastic expression, raising an eyebrow.

“No, you won’t.” Nope, I won’t.

I grab the curling iron next to my night table: “Curls, straight or should I just go natural?” Sydney shrugs looking at me intently, her lips pressed together, after a few seconds she just clicks her tongue and turns around.

“Whatever you feel like doing today, babe, you’ll look pretty anyway,” she pauses. “And Ben will like it anyway.”

“SYDNEY, NO.”

“What?” She says smirking at me through the mirror. “Oh, come on you can’t possibly think I don’t realize, the tension is obvious,” she smiles satisfied at my petrified expression. “Besides he’s a Capricorn, Capricorn and Scorpios have AMAZING SEX.”

“SYDNEY” I shout throwing a heart shaped pillow at her while she laughs uncontrollably, “He’s my brother’s friend, your step brother and almost 3 years older.”

“Your brother does not care at all, I don’t either and you didn’t say nothing about the sex thing so you little bastards have been really sneaky about it but I’m the devil and I found a condom on the bathroom trash the other day,” I set a mental reminder to slap Ben when I see him tonight, “It wasn’t mine so it was either from my parents or from Ben. And your face just told me it was from Ben,” she stops and then wrinkles her nose, “Ugh, disgusting. Let’s move on from this topic, please.”

“You started it.”

“I thought he was fooling around with Candace, she’s been after him the whole year, it looks like she knows he’s leaving soon. Besides I heard the rumor they slept together, I’m sure she started it.”

“Yeah, I think she knows, that’s why she’s been so clingy.” I cringe thinking of it. “Well if it’s true then her wish finally came true.”

The disgusted tone in my voice making me feel kind of angry at myself, just as much as the thought of Ben fooling around with Candace and I know Sydney can tell. I wasn’t very surprised when I first found out she’d been trying to get his attention the whole year, her obsession with Ben wasn’t new and she seemed a little too desperate, but she wasn’t a bad person, maybe too much of a bimbo girl but still, a nice person and Ben had always found a way to avoid her.

When Malik came up to me with rumor it made my stomach turn, giving the fact that two weeks ago he had me pinned against a wall at some random party while we had a (very steamy) make out session hoping my brother wouldn’t find us. Fucking. Ben.

“I don’t think that’s true at all, I totally think she spread the rumor herself with some friend’s help.” I sighed at Sydney insistence, “besides the whole situation is so weird, he is constantly running away from her and just one day they, like, fuck? Uh-uh, that just not makes sense, maybe she’s blackmailing him.” I laugh at her occurrence. Only Sydney, of course. “I truly hope my theory is not true, that’d be, like, pyscho behavior.”

“Yeah, but still, it might be true, we don’t know” I say getting up and throwing the curling iron on top of my bed. Curls it is, I think. “I believe there’s pizza on the fridge, is that ok for you or what do you want?”

Sydney thinks for a few seconds, “yeah, pizza’s fine, I’ll just eat a tiny bit though because I want to get really wasted really fast today and that’s way easier if I have an empty stomach.”

“You’re going to die.”

“Oh well, but it’s not going to hurt if my drunk as hell.”

“Touché.”

The dress hugged my curves just fine but I still felt like I was trying very hard to convince myself I really liked the way I looked with this way too short dress and I hadn’t just bought it because I knew it would catch Ben’s attention; I was upset knowing I was just about to leave my house wearing something just not-me at all to impress a stupid boy.

He’s not stupid and you know it.

“You look gorgeous, breathtaking and completely uncomfortable.” I turned around, Syd was standing leaning against the door frame looking effortlessly beautiful, her blonde hair straight and the loose baby pink dress making her look absolutely angelic.

“I am terribly uncomfortable, and I hate the fact the I’m about to take it off because it costed me good money I could’ve used to buy something I actually liked.” I said raising my voice, feeling angry at myself again, for the same reason, “I hate myself sometimes.”

Sydney giggles as she looked through my closet, smiling triumphantly when she found what she was looking for: a short black skirt and a grey blouse.

“I love this outfit on you, please change, you’re radiating so much negativity wearing that outfit besides the look on your face makes it seems like it’s causing you actual pain to be wearing this.” She stated and then lowered her eyes to my feet, “Oh god, Cassie, take those heels off, those are not even your favorite ones, put on your white vans, do yourself a favor, please.” I groaned as I got up feeling defeated and absolutely ridiculous to say the least.

Once I was changed, I felt my confidence coming back again, I looked pretty and I looked like me, Sydney got up from the bed clapping happily.

“Yay! That’s my Cassie, you look gorgeous!” she grabbed my hand dragging me downstairs way too fast and excitedly, making my chest crash against her back when she stopped abruptly at the end of the stair, turning around violently, “It’s not like you didn’t look gorgeous before, it’s just… now you look gorgeous and your face doesn’t look like you’re in the middle of a funeral.” I scoffed punching her arm but a giggle escaped my mouth making both of us laugh, right before we saw the taxi parking outside.

“Ok, let’s do it giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl.” I opened the door as Syd put two little vodka bottles inside of her little purse. “All done, and just to re-clarify, you look amazing and Ben’s going to love how you look, you really don’t need to try so hard, he already likes you.”

“Oh my God, STOP, let’s go Syd.” I said pushing her outside the house.

“Just saying.”

The house was packed, way too packed for a place so small, the air was filled with smoke from the cigarettes and the smoke machine placed on top of an old couch. I looked around trying to find my friends or at least my brother.

You’re looking for him.

I rolled my eyes annoyed at myself, once again. I wasn’t looking for him, or maybe a little, but it’s not like I was desperate. Or too desperate.

“My niñas, over here mis amores!” A curly haired boy calls from inside the little kitchen. Lucas. He had two girls clung to his sides, fighting for his attention, I smirk looking at him as he excuses himself with the girls and start making his way towards us. Poor girls, if they only knew.

“Ugh, I’m already hating this place and I’ve been here for just 20 minutes.” He states right after kissing Syd and I’s both cheeks.

Sydney takes the vodka bottles out of her purse making Lucas smile widely as he puts his hand on his chest. Oh my god. I already knew I was going to be tonight’s babysitter.

“Yas! You are my Blondie Number One angel, Syd.” Lucas grabbed her cheeks pecking her on the lips, looking behind them I saw the two girls from earlier, both with annoyed looks as they turned around to leave the place, Lucas hand grabbed my arm, catching my attention, “Why so distracted? Looking for Blondie Number Two?” He asked raising his eyebrows repeatedly. “He got in here right before you guys but since Candace the Crazy was looking for him since she got here, he completely disappeared.” He said looking around, his arms resting on Sydney’s shoulders, “Nope, Blondie Number Two’s not around. To be honest I’m kind of worried Candace is blackmailing him.” he stated clicking his tongue.

Sydney let out a very exaggerated high pitched scream, “I thought THE SAME and Cassie won’t believe it.”

“Guys, both of you are insane, completely insane, let the poor girl live.”

Hypocrite.

“Oh c’mon, two weeks ago you were ready to sneak into Daisy Clinton’s room to do the nasty with Benny-Boy for like the 100th time now you just don’t care? I don’t buy it baby, no no, not when you came in here looking like a lost puppy.” I opened my mouth ready to say something but Lucas spoke first also interrupting Sydney whom was about to complain since she was the last person to find out or to figure it out, actually, “And don’t tell me you were looking for your brother. I. Know. You. Cassidy. Peters.”

I just shrugged trying to not show him how fucking right he was, and also trying not to accept to myself I’ve been looking for him the entire time we stood in the middle of the tiny kitchen. Sydney gave me the finger and then made her way towards the improvised dance floor carrying Lucas with her.

Now I was seated on the corner of the living room watching Logan Lawrence, our school’s quarter back make out with one of the shyest girls from our school. Poor girl. She’s so going to regret it tomorrow… and forever probably. Logan was just that disgusting. I kept looking around when I started cursing at myself, I’ve been sitting here for almost half on hour looking at Sydney and Lucas get wasted just because I was trying to find the boy I was desperately craving for and he was nowhere to be seen, which was bad, but I had seen Candace dance around looking absolutely drunk, which was good, but it also meant Ben could be with any other girl, which was bad. Really bad. For me, of course.

My phone buzzed, three messages from Jonas, also known as my brother.

Jo: bring me a whisky pleeeeeeeease

Jo: no one will realize, I’m on the roof with the boys

Jo: please cass, be a good sis

I huffed but still got up ready to do what he asked me to, I mean, it’s not like I was doing anything better. I grabbed the bottle of whisky and a very drunk boy stared at me, I was ready for him to say something but he just smiled and gave me the thumbs up, I laughed a little and waved him goodbye as I made my way upstairs.

How the fuck do I get to the roof?

Cass: how do I get there?

Jo: first floor, the room with the green door at the right, take the stairs

Jo: be fast, there’s like a lot of people getting at it

Well fuck. Once I got to the first floor the green door was the first one I saw, an AC/DC poster on it, I breathed in and opened it, trying to get used to the dark looking where the hell was the supposed way to the roof; not giving a single fuck I opened the door again learning a lot of lovely words from the people hiding in there, I was about to say something to them when I saw the hole on the corner of the bedroom’s ceiling and the wooden escalator right under it. Of course.

The relieve my ears felt when I reached the roof was glorious, I took a few second to enjoy the feeling when I felt a hand on my shoulders, grabbing harder the whisky bottle ready to snap at whatever drunk boy who was trying to annoy my little moment of peace I turned around but I was met with Blondie Number Two, or just Ben.

“Easy, Cassie.” He laughed grabbing the bottle from my hand and lending it to my brother who was right behind him with a knowing smirk, I sent him a death glare.

“Hi, Cass, having fun?” He said slurring his words, oh my God, obviously Jonas Peters was a lightweight and now I had just brought him a big ass bottle of whisky for him to keep getting drunk.

I looked to him and then to Ben who stood way too close for my liking, I was able to smell his perfume. My mind travelling back to Daisy’s room when I was pressed against a wall, his hands roaming trough my whole body while I left love bites all over his neck, getting drunk on his scent.

Stop it. Answer the question.

“Absolutely not.” Jonas pretended to cry and then blew a kiss towards me as he left to join his others friends, they were just as drunk as him, or even worst. Ben cleared his throat making me look his way taking in his appearance, black shirt, black jeans, black shoes, so good looking. Maybe that’s what I liked him so much, it seemed his closet was also full of black clothes.

He was effortlessly beautiful.

“Well, thank you. “He said, a smug expression plastered on his face just as the color drained from mine. WHY?

I sighed, putting on my best annoyed look trying desperately to make it seem I didn’t care at all. Liar. “Don’t flatter yourself, I did it on purpose.” He nodded, the little smirk still lingering on his face as he stepped closer to me, hooking his arm around my shoulder.

“Yeah, sure, Birdie.” I groaned at the nickname and Ben threw his head back laughing at my annoyance.

“Don’t call me that, Ben. I don’t go around calling you Blondie Number Two.” I tried to let loose from his arms but he just held my tighter, starting to walk and dragging me along with him to sit closer to the edge against a wall, the big tree in front of the house blocking the street lights making it hard to see clearly; once we both were sitting I was finally able to get off of his embrace, looking down trying to ignore the fact that Ben was so close to me, and we were alone in the –almost- dark.

“But I always call you like that, you should be used to it by now… Birdie” He said right after getting comfortable on the floor. I huffed. No. I would never get used to it because I felt embarrassed and angry, angry at myself (as always, of course) for being so obsessed with him since forever.

I saw him light a cigarette from the corner of my eye, before turning back his attention to me, blowing out the smoke, “it fits you, you’re so… free, I don’t know, so you,” I looked at him attentively, lost in the way he chewed on his bottom lip while he tried to find the words, “I mean…, ugh, you know what, nothing. It just fits you because you’re beautiful and birds are also beautiful and interesting and also fucking smart”

I really didn’t know how I managed to not throw myself to him right there. To everyone, Ben Jones was this incredibly confident good looking college boy every girl wanted but to me he was just Blondie Number Two: Ben Jones, the boy whom just had compared me to birds because I, apparently, am: pretty, interesting and intelligent and now just stared at his cigarette nervously waiting for my response.

He was trying to be romantic, cute or whatever about the nickname but we both knew really well why he called me that.

“You’re and idiot, Ben.” I punched his arm lightly, “you could’ve jus explained it that way ten years ago when you started calling me that. Seven-year-old Cassie would’ve have been happy with it.”

He shrugged, “I figured you hated me.”

“I threw myself from a homemade zip line to impress you, I surely did not hate you.” Ben choked on the cigarette smoke looking at me with a funny expression, “I just never talked to you because Jonas wouldn’t let me, it wasn’t cool if his little sister tried to be friends with his friends.”

“The whole zip line thing was just to impress me?” I nodded, “well fuck, Cass, I appreciate it, you almost broke a bone back then.”

“Good to know you do now, finally.”

He finished the cigarette, throwing the filter somewhere and got closer grabbing my legs and placing them on top of his, I felt drowned to sit completely on his lap but held back that need while looking intently into his eyes trying to figure what he wanted, his left hand travelled to my lower back as he stared at my lips, my breathing slowly becoming erratic I just wanted him to do something.

“W-what are you doing, Benjamin?” He smirked, his hand resting on my back pushing me up so now I was fully sitting on his lap, his right hand caressing my thigh making me look up and down, from where his hands were drawing circles on my leg and then back to his plumped lips.

“I’m just trying to show you some gratitude after all these years of you trying so hard to get my attention, Birdie” He said, his voice coming out really low making my insides tingle and my cheeks burn, thank God for all this darkness surrounding us.

“Can I kiss you?” I felt so desperate, our lips gracing as his hands kept caressing my thigh not letting me focus on his question completely.

“Why are you even asking?”

“Just being a gentleman.” He said gripping my waist harder, a whimper coming out of me provoking a smug smirk to creep on his face.

“Oh, shut up.”

I grabbed his face finally kissing him, smirking against his lips when Ben let out a throaty moan breaking the kiss for a few seconds but kissing me back hungrily as I fully straddled him, his hands going automatically to my hips gripping harder when I bit on his bottom lip, licking it with my tongue. Ben captured my lips with his again, I was so high lost in the moment as our lips moved in complete sync I wanted to stay like this forever. He pecked my lips before resting his head on the wall behind him while both of us tried to control our breathing.

“I fucking want you, Birdie.” He said getting closer to my face to peck my lips one more time, “but we are not doing this here, not with your brother and our drunk as hell friends just a few meters away.”

I groaned remembering the fact that I was in a roof and also in the middle of a party and as much I was wanted him, he was right.

“We can go to my house, my parents are gone for the weekend and they took Layla with them,” Ben’s eyes shot open, his right hand brushing the locks of hair falling on my face as he smiled satisfied, “besides Jonas is staying at Will’s today.”

“Then let’s fucking go.”

He grabbed my waist and got up with me still on top of him, I laughed against his shoulder as he settled me back on the floor and took my hand to guide us out of the roof. He walked towards the group of boys, two of them were already passed out on the floor while Jonas and Will vibed to Pursuit of Happiness, the bottle of whisky was empty.

“You two. We are leaving, don’t drive, walk or just take a cab.” Ben said, his voice firm as the two other boys glanced at each other and then started laughing.

“Yes, father!” Will saluted and I couldn’t help let out a laugh. Ben gripped my hand tighter and I looked at him, he was trying to suppress a laugh too.

“I’m serious, Will. Be safe.” Will just nodded as he laid on his back again.

“And I’m serious, Benjamin Jones.” Jonas said stepping into the conversation. If he was slurring words earlier now he was just a mess, I rolled my eyes at the drunk ass of a brother I had, “Don’t make me an uncle,” my mouth opened to say something but the words weren’t coming out, “at least not on my bed or on the couch, if you please, now leave, my children.” And that’s all he said before passing out on top of Will legs. Ben looked at my horrified and I just stood there.

“Does he know?” I asked right after he took my hand to lead us toward the hole on the floor.

“I mean it’s not like were not pretty obvious. You keep looking at me completely stunned every time.”

I scoffed. “Like you don’t do the same.”

“Never said I didn’t.” He winked at me and then started to go down the wooden stair.

Once we closed the green door after another round of cursing from the people inside the room, Ben asked me to wait for him as he went to the bathroom and just then, during my time alone I realized I left and never told Syd or Lucas, and I had been gone for -maybe- longer than thirty minutes and then so suddenly the name Candace came back to my mind; turning towards Ben who was coming out of the bathroom fixing his hair, I got to him and he looked down at me confused but smiling.

“What?”

“Are you and Candace a thing and I’m just being that girl?” I was fuming, not really because I was being that girl but because of the fact that I hated the thought of him with someone else.

Is not like he wasn’t aloud, we’re nothing.

Ouch.

Ben rolled his eyes looking, to my surprise, annoyed. “That fucking girl. I was just being nice to her for once and now she goes around spreading bullshit. NO, Birdie, there’s nothing happening with Candace. That’s why we were on the roof, I was avoiding her, she’s a pain in the ass. In my ass.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” He said closing the distance between us and kissing me softly, this time was way different than before, and I was loving every second of it, “why can’t you see you’re the one I want, Birdie?” he said against my lips and I felt my legs trembling at his honesty.

“We should go.”

Why didn’t I say something back? Why didn’t I say I wanted him too? Because I did, I knew that. I was stupid. Well no, actually. I was afraid and I knew it deep down, back then, I just didn’t want to come to terms with it. I was afraid of getting too attached to him that when we had to take different paths it was going to hurt so much. That’s why I never said nothing.

After some promises from Syd and Lucas to find my brother and Will and take a cab the four of them together we left the house holding hands, my house was maybe ten blocks away, a little less maybe so we decided to walk, enjoying each other’s presence, none of us saying nothing. I felt Ben’s gaze from time to time but I was too submerged on my own thoughts, drowning in them and hating to be feeling that way when I should’ve been enjoying our little moment.

Both of us knew it probably was the last time we’d see each other but none of us said anything, or I didn’t say anything, Ben had made it clear a few minutes ago. And I wanted him, but I also didn’t want to hold him back and that’s exactly why what I really think and felt was never said.

And after ten years it still haunted me.

Now the same horrible feeling growing on my chest, I was feeling as nauseous as I felt back then when I said goodbye to him knowing I was escaping from what I really wanted out of fear, because I was a coward but I was also seventeen and experiencing a feeling so hard it numbed my thoughts.

Now I stood in the middle of the room, the glass of wine long forgotten on my hands as Sydney’s hand gripped on my arm sympathetically and I felt thankful because otherwise when I saw him entering the place, looking exactly the same just more mature; his cheeky behavior that made everybody love him still present, I felt so out of place, my knees shaking a little, or maybe it was just my imagination.

8 years after.

“Blondie Number Two has ARRIVED!” I heard Lucas yell in the distance.

And I just had to get out of here. Fast. The world was literally spinning around me as I looked at everyone greeting Ben with a hug, the ones who didn’t know him just stared at the scene smiling.

“Cass, we can leave, there’s no need for you to be doing this now. It’s fine.” Sydney whispered.

“No. I’m ok, this doesn’t affect me, not really.” I shrugged and she just stared at me not saying anything but her expression showed concern and tiredness towards this whole situation. “It’s just, it’s been so long and I’m just shocked. That’s all.”

Sydney opened her mouth to protest but closed it immediately looking behind me, right then, almost instantly, a very well known cologne filled my nose before I could ask her what was going on.

Oh crap.

And there he stood, in all his glory. Just as handsome, his confident aura captivating everyone around us, just like always. I extended my hand to him provoking Ben to just smile and roll his eyes taking my hand just to tug me into his arms, hugging me sweetly as my face was stamped against his chest, not reacting.

Do something. I mentally shouted at my self.

My hands travelled to his sides, finally embracing him. This felt nice, I thought. It felt familiar; way too familiar for two people who hadn’t seen each other for so long.

Ben moved his head, lowering it so now his mouth was right next to my ear, sending a shiver trought my whole body, the action being too intimate for the place we were in.

“Long time no see.” He whispered really low for me to hear it properly thanks to the music playing in the background, but still managing to knock the air out me when he got even closer and simply said: “I’ve missed you… Birdie.”

Now I really wanted to leave. Again.

#ben hardy #ben jones #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #bohrap #borhap imagine #borhap x reader #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader

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twit-moonstar · 4 years

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Ben Hardy x Singer!Reader headcannons

N/A: Hi, this is my first time posting headcannons (or anything, really), so go easy on me. I wanted this to be longer but I ran out of ideas, lmao, if u want a second part I can write it , tho, just ask for it <3 comments, likes and reblogs are greatly apreciated!!

you have made a name for yourself acting in various tv shows, mostly as a guest actress, and some big movies

but as much as you love acting, your true passion was always singing, so you start writing and composing some songs

a year later, you’re looking for an actor to participate on your video

(you think you’ll get more attention to your music that way)

so one day you’re watching bohemian rhapsody with your friends and you observe ben carefully in every scene

he’s an great actor

(and v handsome, not that that matters…)

you ask your manager to contact him but ben seems a little reluctant to work on the video, so you decide to ask him personally

he accepts to have lunch with you

ben’s really nice and relaxed, funny even

tbh not something you really were expecting bc he was… well,, he was very good looking and had player a playboy rockstar recently

a part of you kind of expects that ben’s roles maybe were up his head but of you were really happy that he seemed to have his feet firmly planted on the ground

“why did you called me, y/n? not that i’m complaining”

“i’m going to be honest, ben, i haven’t seen all of your stuff, but i’ve seen you on bo rhap and you were great, so i’d really really like for you to, you know, act on my new video”

“you have any ideas on what do you want to film?”

“a few actually”

ben was impressed by your creativity and enthusiasm and passion

anyone would have said that he was looking at you with heart eyes but whatever

so he accepts

the two days of filming are quite fun and he gets to know you a little

also he’s kind of enamoured by… well, by you basically

and you keep in contact once you’re done through messages, some occasional dinner and sometimes calls

since the video hasn’t been released yet there’s some rumours you’re dating

(and i mean,, don’t you wish?)

but there’s a few leaked pics of you both on the set of the mv and you say it’s all for work so the rumor isn’t as strong as it was in the beginning

it’s strange to talk with him so much bc you met him only a month ago but some things just are meant to be and you don’t question your growing friendship with him

almost two months after the video for your single is released and it has ton of visits and comments, everyone is talking about you!!

(also some fans lowkey ship you with ben)

so one or two days after, ben calls you

“hey, what if we-uh-go to have dinner to celebrate?”

you’re kind of surprised by it tbh

“you know what? no, that’s a excuse. i’d like you to go on a date with me”

your smile is real big bc w o w ben’s asking you out and he sounds nervous and he’s so cute ohmygod

so,, date night,, he’s wearing a nice white shirt and jeans and it’s simple but he looks so good

and ben,, well, he’s enchanted by how beautiful you look

everything goes great, it feels like any other time you hanged out with him

except when he leaves you home bc instead of the usual timid kiss on the cheek, he whispers “can i kiss you?”

and you’re a little breathless bc he’s real close and his baby blue eyes are staring at you and you feel a little overwhelmed for the butterflies on your stomach

you can’t believe he’s making you feel BUTTERFLIES ON YOUR STOMACH like some teenager girl in love

ofc you say yes and he leans and cradles your face with his hands and connects your lips gently and it’s so sWEET UGH MY HEART

you never want to stop

sadly, he pulls away

“tonight was good. thank you” you say with a smile

is smile is just as big as yours. “it really was, wasn’t it? maybe we could repeat it”

this boy hasn’t come to play any game, huh?

“i’d like that. good night, ben”

“good night, y/n”

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x you #ben hardy x female reader #ben hardy x male reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy headcanon #ben hardy fanfiction

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american-satanxx · 4 years

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Writing Masterpost!

I do accept requests. Message me to see if I write in your particular fandom! Mostly I’ll be writing about Ben Hardy, Douglas Booth, Colson Baker, Nikki Sixx, Slash, Duff McKagan...the list is long. So there is a good chance I’m in your fandom.

6 Underground

Immortal Lowlife

Motley Crue

Nikki Sixx

Animal in Me

Rebel Love Song

Ben Hardy

Request #1 Request #2

Joe Mazzello

You’re My Best Friend

San Fran 49ers

Jimmy G Hell of a Night Request #1

Kansas City Chiefs

Patrick Mahomes Just Patrick

Supernatural

Dean Winchester Hellfire Heaven’s a Lie

Guns N Roses

Slash Welcome to the Jungle

DC Comics

Dick Grayson Phoenix Rises

Cursed

The Weeping Monk Juggernaut Child

All the King’s Men

Daniel Sharman

King in Your Story

Teen Wolf

Isaac Lahey

Game of Survival

Riverdale

Reggie Mantle x OFC x Sweet Pea Baby I Call Hell

Lovelink

Damien Jones I’ll Love You Through a Periscope

Albert Bishop Gave Your Heart to a Hurricane

Rory O’Brien Lullaby Singer

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sunnyie-eve · 4 years

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Bohemian Rhapsody Masterlist

❃ Somebody To Love

(Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x OFC)

Summary: Alice always have known Brian May since she was born. She already knew who Roger was before he audition for Smile. She had classes with Freddie before he took Tim’s place. Without her the band would have never found John. Queen didn’t just have four band members… it had five members to them. They love Alice and she loves them making her feel at home. But of course there are challenges for her being by their side.

{ One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve / Thirteen / Fourteen / Fifteen / Sixteen / Seventeen / Eighteen / Nineteen / Twenty / Twenty-One }

#ben!roger taylor #ben hardy #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #rami malek #roger taylor #freddie mercury #John Deacon #Brian May #Queen #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rapsody movie #bohrhap #masterlist

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warriorteam1924 · 5 years

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Welcome to my masterlist, I hope you enjoy your stay

Music is my savior (Complete) (Borhaps cast x female reader)

As far as the eye can see (Ongoing) (Queen band + OFC)

Just because (John Deacon x FemReader - Smut) inspired by my Nico

Deaky’s Father’s Day (John Deacon X FemReader - alt end1 fluff & alt end 2 smut)

Deaky and his belt (John Deacon x FemReader - Smut) inspired by Lily

I suck your mind, you blow my head (John Deacon x FemReader - Smut)

The cake icing (John Deacon x Veronica Tetzlaff - Fluff)

Oooh it’s bliss (John Deacon on his 69th birthday - fluff)

On such a breathless night as this (John Deacon & Freddie Mercury AU - Binky challenge - Unicorn Boy - Drawitinyourstyle - what genre it is....?)

Better than a lifetime alone…. (Featuring John Deacon & his true love - AU - Fluff)

Deaky’s 70th birthday event masterlist 2021 (mostly fluff)

Shooting Star (John x Veronica - contains smut, angst, fluff) Parts : 1 - 2 - 3

Deaky’s 71th birthday event masterpost 2022 (mostly fluff)

My body’s aching (Deaky’s 72th birthday - John x Veronica - Fluff)

Sin Sunday here we come (Joe Mazzello x FemReader - Smut)

La chandeleur (Joe Mazzello x FemReader - Fluff)

Be your Valentino, just for you (Joe Mazzello x FemReader - Smut)

Snooze mode (Joe Mazzello x FemReader - Fluff)

The fire within you (Joe Mazzello x FemReader - Fluff)

Oh how you want it (Joe Mazzello x FemReader - Smut)

Today (A little something for Joe Mazzello’s Birthday - Angst/Fluff)

The fighter (Joe Mazzello x Reader - Request - angst and fluff)

You take my body, I give you heat (Joe Mazzello x FemReader - Request - Smut)

Psithurism (Joe Mazzello x FemReader - Request - Fluff)

This is what dreams are made of (Joe Mazzello x FemReader - Request - Fluff)

Happy Birthday, Jones !!! (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Fluff)

Xin Nian Kuai le, my Ben (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Fluff)

Get up, get out spring is everywhere! (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Fluff)

Le bouquet (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Fluff)

Never too old to love you forever and beyond (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Fluff)

That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy (Ben Hardy x Reader - Fluff)

Write your letters in the sand (Ben Hardy x Reader - Fluff)

Paperback Reader (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Request - Fluff)

J’ai deux amours (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Request - Fluff)

Action this night (Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello - Smut Collab)

All you do is live, all I do is die (May x Deacon - Angst - Breakyweek2k19)

A prisoner of love inside you (Deacon x May - Smut - BreakyWeek2k19)

Too much love could kill you (Deacon x Mercury - Angst & Smut) (Deacury Week 2019) Part 1 & Part 2

Can it be Christmas ? ( Mercury & Deacon - Fluff - DeacuryWeek2019 )

Hear what I say (May x Taylor - Smut - MaylorWeek2019)

Let me hear the words of love (Mazzello x Hardy - Fluff&Angst - Hardzzello2019) Part 1 & Part 2

Doing alright (Mazzello x Hardy - Smut - Hardzzello2019)

The laundry (Mazzello x Lee - Angst & Fluff - MazzleeWeek2020)

Dare me (Mazzello x Lee - Fluff - MazzleeWeek2020)

Take a little bit of my life (Mazzello x Lee - Angst - MazzleeWeek2020)

Let me take your hand, let me be your guide (JohnicaWeek2020 - fluff)

Mama said be careful of that girl (JohnicaWeek2020 - Angst)

Keep them on (Jimercury Week 2020 - Mercury x Hutton - Smut)

Lover Boy (Jimercury Week 2020 - Mercury x Hutton - Fluff)

Johnica Week 2021 Masterlist (Fics for Johnicaweek2021 - mostly fluff)

Waiting for something to fall from the skies…. (Jimercury Week 2021 - Mercury x Hutton - Fluff)

Remember, love walks through walls (Jimercury Week 2021 - Mercury x Hutton - Fluff)

Made in Heaven (Jimercury Week 2021 - Mercury x Hutton - Fluff)

My sweeter half instead (Freddie Mercury week end 2021 - Mercury x Hutton - Fluff)

Challenging the doors of time (50years of queen - Featuring Queen band & Miami - 1920′s prompt)

When love must die (Breaky Week 2021 - John & Brian - Angst/Fluff)

The daffodils look lovely today (Freddie Mercury Weekend 2022 - Mercury x Hutton - Fluff)

When the heart cries (Deacon x Mazzello - fluff & Angst)

Step by step (Deacon & Mazzello - Platonic fluff)

Once upon a time (Deacon & Mazzello - Platonic fluff)

Let the music be you (Deacon & Mazzello - Platonic fluff)

No gift, Deal?! (Deacon x Mazzello - fluff)

Something to remember me by (Deacon & Mazzello - Platonic fluff)

Dear Diary (Deacon x Mazzello - Angst?)

John’s little Ghost (John Deacon & his family - Halloween Fluff) (2019)

Don’t lose your head (John Deacon x reader - Fluff and Angst) (2019)

Happy Halloween Mister Mazzello (Joe Mazzello x Reader - Smut) (2019)

Cara mia, mio caro (Ben Hardy x Reader - Halloween Fluff) (2020)

The night comes down (Roger Taylor and Brian May - Halloween thrill) (2020)

You put a spell on me (John Deacon & his family - Halloween Fluff) (2020)

Somebody’s watching me (Joe Mazzello x Reader - Angst and Fluff) (2020)

In the quiet of the night (Ben Hardy x Reader - Fluff) (2021)

The Crowded Masquerade (Joe Mazzello x Reader - kinda fluff ?) (2021)

Your presence is wanted at this ghostly ball (John Deacon feat Miss T. - fluff-angst) (2022)

The little things (Feat John - Fluff - 2023)

Somebody’s watching me (Halloween Special - Joe Mazzello & Swan - Thrill)

Santa and Paws (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Fluff) (2019)

Christmas surprise (Roger Taylor x FemReader - Fluff) (2019)

The Christmas Party (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Fluff) (2019)

Christmas Presents (Ben Hardy x FemReader - Fluff) (2019)

Believe in Christmas (Joe Mazzello x FemReader (&Laura) - Fluff) (2019)

Christmas Presents 2019 From Warriorteam1924 as Foxy Santa

December challenge : 24 fictions featuring Queen and Borhaps cast (2020)

I suck your mind, you blow my head with @painandpleasure86

A prisoner of love inside you with @painandpleasure86

Happy Halloween Mister Mazzello with @painandpleasure86

Lazing in a Sunday morning & News of our world sequels by @painandpleasure86

Action this night with @thosequeenboys

Challenging the doors of time (50years of queen - Featuring Queen band & Miami - 1920′s prompt) -- collab with Rachel and her amazing drawing (X)

Five more minutes (a little personal one shot)

#warriorteam1924 writes #warriorteam1924 masterlist #long post

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 30 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: Wow, y’all! We did it! We’re at the last Hand in Glove chapter! What a ride it’s been, am I right? Enjoy this one. I tried to tie off most of the loose ends, buuuuuuut you know how I am. Expect the unexpected. There might be a sequel after Gold Digger’s done.

Warnings: fluff that’ll rot your teeth and the usual stuff.

Word count: who gives a duck?!

Annie drove home on auto-pilot. Her mind felt like it’s sinking in quicksand. She's pregnant, again. She didn't plan to be pregnant, again. She needed to figure out how to tell Ben about it, again. This time was different, though. It wasn’t quite as scary as the last one. It wasn’t quite as upsetting. Deep down, it was actually exciting.

When she got home, she walked about in a daze, going from room to room. Trying to locate her partner in crime and his superhuman sperm cells. Passing by the glass doors to the back garden, she found him tossing a ball for Frankie to fetch and having a smoke.

She opened the glass doors and caught his attention. He beamed at her, looking over his shoulder.

"I'm pregnant."

"That's nice," Ben said, almost robotically, tossing the ball and watching Frankie chase after it. "Wait, what?"

"I'm pregnant," Annie repeated, "my eggo is preggo, Ben."

"As in, pregnant? Pregnant?" Ben stared at her. The cigarette fell from between his fingers. “Is it mine?”

"Of course it's yours, you wanker!"

"But you -" Ben started and stopped. " - and the -"

"Yeah, it turns out I'm one of the 0.8% it doesn't work for."

"Is it... it is still up there?"

"No. Dr. McCarthy took it out."

"How far along -"

"8 weeks."

"You're not pulling my leg?" Ben felt dizzy. Weak. "You're not taking a sick piss?"

"I'm pregnant, Ben." Annie started to smile and took his hand. She placed it right under her bellybutton. "Your almighty, ultra-strong, wicked swimmers are unstoppable."

###

"You're wearing jewelry now?" Joe snickered and pointed at Ben's hand. "Did Hollywood affect you that much?"

Ben looked down at his hand and smiled. With Annie at work and Rory at daycare, he told the boys to come over to his house. It was time for him to break the news, now that they were back, well-slept and no longer jet-lagged.

"Oh, this ring has nothing to do with Hollywood," Ben smirked, "could one of you text Rami and see where he is? Anyone fancy a beer?"

Gwilym and Joe exchanged confused looks at Ben's fussiness and nodded. Ben was visibly nervous or excited about something and they could tell. Right from the moment he greeted them at the door.

"Help yourselves, gentlemen," Ben placed two six-packs on the living room coffee table and opened his own beer bottle. He bounced his knee as the three waited for Rami to join them. They busied themselves with idle chit-chat. They tried holding press-tour stories off for when all four will be present. When the doorbell finally rang, Ben sprung to his feet and almost ran for the door.

"Right, so of course I want to hear all about the press tour," Ben started as Rami sat down with his own beer bottle. "I have to break some serious news first."

"Oh... kay..." Rami glanced sideways at Joe as he took a sip from his beer.

"Annie and I got married."

The silence was deafening. You could hear a pin drop. Rami, Gwilym, and Joe stared at Ben, frowning and blinking.

"Did you lace this beer with something?" Gwilym finally asked.

"Nope." Ben tried to keep a serious expression on his face as he raised his hand and wiggled his fingers. He pointed at his ring finger with the other hand. "See? Wedding ring."

"When you say 'Annie and I got married'," Gwil scratched at his bearded chin, "what do you mean, exactly?"

"We're legally married." Ben rephrased his previous statement. "Went through the whole process, jumped through all the hoops. Brian, Roger and Jamie were our witnesses."

"When?" Gwil cocked his head.

"Three weeks ago."

"Was it on a whim?" Joe looked hurt. "Did you just decide to elope, just like that?"

"No. We planned it, very carefully."

"And you told no one because...?" Rami's beer-holding hand hovered halfway to his mouth.

"Annie insisted on it."

"Huh." Gwilym leaned back and rubbed his thighs. "That's..."

"A lot." Rami mused.

"We're also pregnant again." Ben blurted out and busied his mouth with his beer bottle again.

"He totally laced this with something," Joe announced and leaned forward. Anger etched on his features. "What the actual fuck did you just say?!"

"Calm down, Joe." Gwilym said and put a hand on Joe's shoulder.

"We're pregnant. Well, Annie is."

"What do you mean, she's pregnant?" Rami laughed nervously.

"Well, Rami," Ben smirked, "when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much -"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Joe's hands flailed.

###

"And cut! We got it!!!"

Annie slumped her shoulders and stopped weeping, relieved that she didn’t have to run through the whole scene again.

Anne, her character, apprehended and jailed in the Tower of London, listened to the accusations against her. Upon hearing the long list of men who testified against her - one of which was her own brother - she broke down. The scene drained Annie and took 12 takes to get right. She felt dehydrated, puffy and very, very tired.

"You're pregnant?"

The entire set fell silent, all looking from Clara to Annie in utter shock. A lighting fixture creaked as it swung back and forth. An intern dropped a script to the floor. The thud reverberated around the large space.

Annie stared at her best friend, gobsmacked.

"Annie, you're pregnant and you didn't tell me?" Clara stomped over to her, eyes shooting daggers. Her costume rustling as she skipped over carefully camouflaged cords. "The secret wedding - fine, it's whatever. But this?!"

"Clara, this isn't the time nor the place to -" Annie stammered out, feeling her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Fuck that!" Clara snapped. "Annie, what the hell?"

###

"So there will be an actual wedding?" Gwilym verified for the fifth time.

"Yes!" Ben groaned. "God!"

"And baby number two is due in...?"

"30 weeks."

"Wow." Rami fiddled with the label on his beer bottle. "Wow."

"Yeah." Joe huffed. "Big wow."

Ben's cheeks flushed crimson red. He felt like his parents were cross with him for being naughty. He didn't know if this was just shock or actual outrage at that point. He raked his fingers through his blond mop of hair, feeling quite ashamed.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner." Ben almost mumbled. "It's been really hard to keep everything secret. I almost spilled the beans three times. I wanted you guys to be in on it but -"

"But the Supreme Leader had other plans." Joe shook his head. "I get it. I'm fucking pissed, man, but I get it."

"We are happy for you, you know." Rami pursed his lips. "Just... overwhelmed with all the news."

"How did your parents take it?" Gwilym wondered.

"We told them the next day." Ben recounted. "They were confused at first, not sure if we're kidding or not. Then, they were angry with me for hiding it and doing it like... that. The pregnancy reconciled them. They're over the moon."

###

"10 weeks?" Clara barked, pacing back and forth in Annie's trailer. "Ten whole bloody weeks?!"

"Yep." Annie pursed her lips and nodded sheepishly. "Ten whole weeks."

"Annie, why?" Clara stopped, planting her hands on her hips. "Why aren't you telling me anything anymore? And let me guess-” Clara’s upper lip curled in a menacing snarl, “ -Jamie knew all along!"

"Actually he didn't," Annie interjected. "You kind of announced it to the world with your little outburst on the set."

"Why would you keep secrets from me?" Clara's voice sounded almost whiney. "We're best friends since... forever!"

"Because these are the things I needed to not jinx, okay?" Annie explained, subconsciously resting a hand on her belly. "I know it's just superstition but ill-wishers are -"

"God, Annie!" Clara groaned. "Fuck the ill-wishers! Fuck you as well!

Pounding on Annie's trailer door interrupted the two. Clara marched over and opened it, quickly pushed aside by Mike and Jamie.

"You've got some explaining to do." Mike pointed at her.

###

Anne Boleyn prepared herself for this - her execution - multiple times. The Hangman of Calais's arrival was pushed back due to weather and travel conditions. She joked with her ladies in waiting, earlier on in the day, talking about her little neck. Keeping up appearances. The show must go on!

She stepped onto the scaffold on the morning of May 19th, 1536. Escorted by Sir William Kingston, her jailer, Anne left the Tower's royal palace for the last time. The same place she slept in right before her coronation. Her crimson outfit trimmed with ermine, she made sure everyone present knew her status. Her reason for dying. She clasped her hands and took a step forward.

“Good Christian people,” Anne started shakily, “I have not come here to preach a sermon. I have come here to die." Anne took a shaky breath and squared her shoulders. "For, according to the law and by the law, I am judged to die," her voice carried as the crowd listened silently."And, therefore, I will speak nothing against it."

The crowd was mute as they solemnly listened to their Queen speaking her final words.

"I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak of that whereof I am accused and condemned to die," Anne looked at the peoples' faces. "But I pray: God save the King and send him long to reign over you!"

A small smile tugging at Anne’s lips as she watched the memories play out in her mind’s eye. "For a gentler, nor a more merciful prince was there never, and to me he was ever a good, a gentle, and sovereign lord." Pausing, she looked up at the sky, for one last time. "And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best." A tear rolled down her cheek, quickly brushed away. "And thus, I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.”

Anne kneeled at the scaffold. Distracting her and making her look away from him and his sword, the executioner beheaded the queen with one stroke.

"And cut! That's a wrap!"

Annie heaved a sigh of relief and felt her hands shaking as she clutched at her little baby bump, almost showing. Her last scene is over. Greensleeves is finally finished.

Ben clapped furiously, hooting and hollering for his wife as she got up off the wooden scaffold. Her speech - Anne’s speech - although he had heard it more than a hundred times at that point had still managed to wring his heart and guts. It never ceased to amaze him how Annie and Anne sort of merged together. One mixing in with the other. Annie’s vows echoed in his ears. ‘I will kill for you and die for you.’

‘Oi, Jones!” Annie snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Earth to Jonesy!”

“You were amazing up there.” Ben smiled and wrapped his arms around her. “Breathtaking.”

“Let’s go celebrate!” Annie beamed up at him. “There’s cake!”

“Shall we, then,” Ben bend his arm and waited for Annie to hook hers with his, “my lady Greensleeves?”

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Other than the odd work-related trip and appearance, Ben and Annie were honeymooning at home. They watched Annie’s baby bump, Pookie, grow. They watched Rory learn how to walk, talk. Turn into a tiny little human.

Annie laid back on the sofa, her head in Ben’s lap. His fingers idly twirled locks of her hair as they watched whatever was on the telly. Grateful to have the house for themselves. Learning every curve and edge of each other’s body after dropping Rory off at daycare. Nesting and preparing a bedroom for Rory and remodelling the nursery for the new baby.

“D’you think it’s a boy this time?” Annie wondered and looked up at her husband.

“Dunno.” He shrugged. “Do you want it to be?”

“I think so, yeah.” Annie looked down at her little bump. “Pookie, give us a hint.”

“Maybe there’s two -”

“Ben Jones, I will kill you.”

“I’m joking!” He laughed and tugged on her hair gently. “However many there are in there, I’ll love them.”

“What about names?” Annie started to sit up so she could turn around and face Ben. “Thought of any?”

“Well, Henry for a boy.” Ben shrugged.

“Really?” Annie snorted. “Henry?”

“Yes.” Ben nodded proudly. “Name fit for a king!”

“Right.”

“Why, do you have better ideas?” Ben scoffed.

“Richard.” Annie suggested. “Also a king.”

“Meh.”

“John.”

“John?” Ben looked at her as if she went mad. “John Jones?”

“Yes. Our little Jay Jay.” Annie cooed jokingly and nuzzled Ben’s nose with hers.

“Alexander.” Ben offered and rolled his eyes when Annie frowned. “What?!”

“We already have two A’s, Ben!” Annie pouted. “Annie. Aurora.”

“William.” Ben shrugged.

“Sounds to much like Gwilym.” Annie retorted. “What!”

“How?”

“Just - ugh! Not William.”

“Fine. Christopher?”

“Sounds like a Winnie the Pooh character. Christopher Jones.” Annie grimaced. “Peter?”

“No. Not Roger, either. Or Warren!”

“Mark?” Annie suggested.

“Might as well name it Galileo.” Ben scoffed. “Man, this better be a baby girl.”

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Annie brushed her teeth before bed, happy to know that the baby’s heart is beating and there is only one of those beating hearts in her womb. She just finished rinsing when Ben entered the bathroom. He stood behind her as she bent over for the sink and held onto her hips.

“Seriously?” Annie looked up at him through the mirror, water dripping down her chin.

Ben bit his bottom lip and nodded slowly, cocking his head to the side as he examined her bum. Annie watched his reflection curiously. He gave her bum a light squeeze and rubbed it as if it were a crystal ball. Annie stood up straight and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I don’t know what it is, exactly,” Ben murmured and wrapped his arms around her waist, “but there is something about you that I just... “

“Oh?”

“Mhm.” Ben purred and leaned forward.

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“Is he out?” Annie sobbed. “Is he okay? Is everything out?”

Whoever said that giving birth to the second baby is easy clearly lied. It all went down so fast. She didn’t have time for an epidural. She didn’t have time to even digest what was going on. One minute her water breaks, then wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, a human baby is introduced to the world.

“He’s out!” Ben beamed at his wife. “He’s out. Everything’s out. You did so well.”

“Ben, he tore me to pieces!” Annie violently wiped her tears away. “I’m hurting. I’m tired. I’m pissed the hell off. Stop smiling like that!”

“Annie, he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Ben ignored his wife’s rant and brushed stray locks of hair away from her forehead. “And you are my hero, Annabelle Lee-Jones. You are an absolute rockstar.”

Annie sobbed incoherently in response.

“There he is, mummy!” the nurse said as she brought over the bundle of wailing joy. “Your beautiful baby boy!”

Annie took the bundle in her arms and looked down, tears still pouring down. Ben chuckled and wiped her tears away from the baby’s cheeks.

“What’s your name?” Annie whispered at the baby. “Galileo?”

“Annabelle…” Ben had an impatient edge to his voice.

“Well, what are we naming him, then?” She asked, stroking the baby’s little head gently.

“Oliver?” Ben suggested. Annie mulled it over in her head. “Alfred.”

“Alfred?” Annie looked up at her husband.

“Yes. Alfred.”

“Where did that come from?”

“A great English king.” Ben raised one finger in the air. “Classic name.” Another finger. “He’s clearly an Alfie -”

“Alfie.” Annie repeated, a smile lighting up her face. “Our baby Alfie.”

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Ben and Annie stepped onto the dance floor, holding hands. Their guests clapped, hooted and hollered - all cheering for them as they made their “official” debut as a married couple. The music started blaring through the speakers as Annie and Ben took their place in the middle of the floor and wrapped their arms around one another.

Me and Mrs. Jones; We got a thing goin'on...

They gazed into each other’s eyes, oblivious to the world around them. Joe held Rory in his lap, pointing at her parents and talking animatedly to keep her awake and happy. Gwilym cradled baby Alfie as he slept, gobsmacked by the baby’s ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime.

We both know that it's wrong; But it's much too strong To let it go now…

Annie chose to wear the same dress she did on her original wedding day, flower crown in her hair. Ben opted for the tux he wore at the Oscars. He pulled her closer and dipped her back. Annie threw her head back and laughed heartily, gracefully kicking one leg up in the air. He picked her up and kissed her as they swayed to the music.

We meet every day at the same cafe Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there; Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite songs…

Annie looked over to the side and saw Rory and Joe having a very heated discussion. She beckoned them over with her hands, smiling brightly. Joe asked Rory a question, making her eyes light up. They stood up and he put her down on the floor. She held onto one of his fingers as they walked on the dancefloor. He bowed deeply and made Rory burst in a fit of giggles before he picked her up again and swayed alongside her parents as he sang along to the song.

Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin'on; We both know that it's wrong; But it's much too strong To let it go now...

Ben smiled at the rest of the guests and nodded his head, signaling it was okay to join them in their dance. Couples started flooding the dancefloor within minutes, all swaying and rocking to the smooth R’n’B song Annie and Ben chose for their first dance.

We gotta be extra careful That we don't build our hopes up too high; Because she's got her own obligations And so, and so, do I...

When they discussed their first dance song options, they got into such a fight that they almost called the whole thing off. Annie wanted Best of My Love, Ben wanted Love of My Life. It was actually Rami who suggested the most appropriate song for them -

Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin'on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong To let it go now…

His logic behind it was flawless. The song practically described Annie and Ben’s journey through the relationship. How they tried to hide it at first, insisting there’s nothing serious happening. How they came to terms with their relationship status and were so very careful at first. How Rory had happened when caution was thrown to the wind.

Well, it's time for us to be leaving It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine Tomorrow we'll meet The same place, the same time...

How heart wrenching their time apart from one another was. How hopeful they were. Counting down the days until Ben comes back to visit. How, even at their busiest, they always made time for themselves.

Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin'on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong To let it go now...

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“Mummy!” Rory ran over to the sofa with her favorite stuffed animal, followed by a yapping Frankie. “Mummy, Frankie did bad!”

Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds; No, it's not like any other love This one is different, because it's us...

Annie groaned internally and closed her eyes. Alfie was attached to her breast while she fed him, the house was a total chaotic mess, Ben was away at some Cognac launch and all she wanted to do was just scream and run away. She played her favorite album to keep herself happy and sane. There was something about The Smiths that made her feel… normal.

Hand in glove We can go wherever we please; And everything depends upon How near you stand to me...

“Rors, baby, Alfie’s -”

“Frankie did baaaad!” Rory’s voice rose in volume and octave.

“What did she bloody do?!” Annie asked, her patience all but lost.

“Took my Pupper!”

“You’re holding your Pupper and he looks fine.” Annie raised an eyebrow.

“Frankie bad!”

And if the people stare Then the people stare; Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care; Kiss my shades...

“No, Frankie good.” Annie patted the empty cushion next to her, inviting Rory in for a cuddle. “Rory, are you jealous of Alfie and mummy?”

“No.” Rory skulked.

“Rors…”

“Mummy…”

Hand in glove The good people laugh; Yes, we may be hidden by rags But we've something they'll never have...

“Tell you what.” Annie whispered. “When daddy gets home, we’ll have a whole day, just for ourselves. No boys allowed.”

“No boys?”

“None.”

Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds; Yes, we may be hidden by rags But we've something they'll never have...

The front door opened, making Rory stand up on the sofa expectantly.

“Uncle Joey?” Rory looked at Annie with sparkling eyes. “Uncle Gwilly?”

“Annie?” Ben’s voice boomed from the hall.

And if the people stare Then the people stare; Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care; Kiss my shades...

“Daddy!” Rory shrieked and scrambled off the sofa, doing a bee line for the hallway. “Daddy! Daddy!”

“There’s my girl!” Ben crouched down and let Rory crash into him. He picked her up and tossed her in the air, eliciting overjoyed squeals and shrieks. Her soft blonde curls bounced as she flew up in the hair and landed safely back in his arms. “Where’s Mum?”

So, hand in glove I stake my claim I'll fight to the last breath; If they dare touch a hair on your head I'll fight to the last breath; For the good life is out there somewhere, So stay on my arm, you little charmer...

“In here!” Annie called and winced when Alfie dug his nails into her boob. “Alfie’s eating!”

Ben stood at the doorway to the living room and blinked, gobsmacked. It looked like a tornado had run through, destroying and overturning everything in its’ path.

“Are you okay, Annie?” He asked.

“What? Yes, I’m fine.” Annie frowned. “Why?”

“Because it seems like we had a burglary going on while I was off.” Ben smirked.

“Oh, shove it!” Annie stuck her tongue out at him. “You try taking care of these two little ducks and see how far it gets you with housekeeping.”

“I know.” Ben put Rory down and sauntered over to the sofa, plopping down next to his wife. “I ducking love you. I don’t care about the mess.”

“Mess?” Rory chimed in. “I clean!”

“Oh, now you’ll clean?” Annie scoffed.

“I clean for daddy.” Rory huffed and went about tidying up and putting all her toys away.

“Don’t you never, ever leave me home alone again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

But I know my luck too well; Yes, I know my luck too well; And I'll probably never see you again; I'll probably never see you again...

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