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tpwksammy · 3 years

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Niall Horan one shot

It's been a month since I've seen anyone. A whole month has passed since the boys have left for a new mission. I miss them more than explainable but my body misses them more. The way its always pulsated so hard I have to clench my thighs around everyone.

It's been a month of no sex and attention and im running mad. There's only so much you can do for yourself until it just doesn't feel the same.

I miss their voices whispering dirty things in my ear and the heaving breaths of their deep moans.

Laying on my bed looking at the ceiling my chest begins to heave up and down. Closing my eyes all I can think about is Niall. The way he would play poker and press his hands to my skin when no one was watching. When I would slip away to go to the washroom and he would pick the lock to pin me against the wall fucking me senseless.

"Oh god." I clench my thighs together as my centre pounds against me.

I can't do this anymore. I can't do this by myself. I'm going insane. Pressing my hands to my thighs squeezing my skin for dear life I think about his tongue and all the profanities he would spell on my clit.

How he would watch me in the shadows following my every move so hung up on me. Arching my back whimpering I bring my hand up to rest over my chest palming my braless area. Shifting my thighs over each other I create a friction that is no help at all.

A month since I've felt a dick inside of me pounding until I saw the stars. I missed him and the way he knew my body inside out. His length hit places I didn't even know could reach.

His body hunched over mine speaking awful things to me as my climax built. When we were playing around with each other and he fucked me twenty times pulling out each time before I met my high. It was pure torture but when he finally let me cum I was brought into another dimension. I couldn't breathe or move as my orgasm ripped right through me.

Shifting my hips up on the bed I look around my darkroom that used to be filled with so much heat and lust.

"Fuck I can't do this anymore." I cry out weakly into the pitch-black room. Palming my breasts under my shirt I reach over the bed crawling to the dresser. Wrapping my hands around my phone I breathe so heavy it fogs up the screen.

Hitting my password in my phone the screen shines brightly and I press the call button as I clench my thighs so tight I swear it's only turning me on more.

Clicking his name I press the phone to my ear and squeeze my eyes as it rings. "Please pick up," I whine and suddenly the ringing stops and a deep voice calls over the loud voices of a party.

"Sugar you alright-"

"Niall." I moan into the phone interrupting his happy tone. Panting I sense his back straighten.

"Violet what are you doing?" He calls deeply and I sense the hunger in his voice. I know it's been long for him too. He only knows my body and can't stand the way he feels with other girls. He texts me all the time while he's getting off.

Whether he's in the shower with the water blasting down or in the back room at the Casino until his hard breaths shout into the phone.

"Niall I-" I pant out hardy and whimper, pressing my thighs together. "I need you."

"Violet where are you right now?" He demands in a hard tone that has my back arching.

"Im laying in your bed trying to get myself off." Crying out through the empty house he growls through the phone before I hear him push through the crowd.

"Fuck Violet dont do anything until I tell you to." With my hands pressed right to my underwear I drag it upwards and my tights snap back in place.

"You have one minute," I beg squirming my legs together.

"Touch yourself before I tell you and Ill fuck that little cunt of yours so hard against the door you'll be begging for me to stop."

"Fuck." I curse grabbing the pillow I'm laying on and pressing in between my legs for more pressure. Grinding my hips against the soft material I slap my hand against my mouth screaming from the pressure against my centre.

"Jesus christ Violet." A chant of grunts leaves his lips until I hear a car door slam shut. Listening to his firm body hit the leather seats of his car another grunt passes as he undoes his heavy belt buckle that clicks aggressively.

"Hey Sugar?" Niall's chest heaves as I choke down my cries. "What are you wearing?"

Squeezing the top of the pillow I swallow down moans, "Just my tights and one of your shirts."

He hums into the phone seductively. "Wish I could see that perfect little ass for myself but you're just going to have to moan louder for me. Take off your clothes."

"Okay." I pant at his weakness. Taking the phone from my ear I turn it on speaker and place it beside my body.

Peeling the pillow away from my body might have been the hardest thing I've ever done. The pounding comes right back to my centre and I let out a whine.

"Sugar if you start crying like that I'm going to have to punish you when I get home. Clothes off. now." demanding I press my hands to my tights and peel it quickly off my body. The coldness of the room sticks to my skin in relief and I swallow down my moans. Taking off his shirt my bare chest is exposed to the room and my large breasts spill out into my warm hands.

Keeping my wet underwear on I crawl back down to the bed laying down. "What about you, what do you have on?"

"My dicks out right in my hand baby. All the naughty little things you do to me has me so hard for you."

Arching my back he continues breathlessly. "What colour panties you have on naughty girl."

"R-red. Just like the time you fucked me with your fingers under the casino table." I barely can get the words out.

"Fuck." Through the phone, his breaths go staggered and a loud moan cuts his words when he starts pumping himself. "Take them off for me and tell me just how wet you are."

Pressing my hands to my red lace underwear I slide it down my body and kick it to the floor. Dragging my hands up the inside of my thigh I press it to my slick folds. Drawing upwards my pool of wetness coats my fingers. Pressing my finger to my clit my hips shift upwards in shock from the cry it's been giving me.

"Oh Niall wish you were here I need you to fuck me so bad I can't take it anymore." Rubbing my clit in circles, my naked body grows in an intense fire.

"Are you touching yourself?" his voice goes delicate and I sense the crookedness of his face as he pumps his shaft.

"Y-yes."

"Just like I showed you?"

Pressing my fingers hard to my clit in a circle my wetness coats my fingers as a slick lube increasing my speed.

"Violet, you need to use your words, are you doing it as I showed you?"

"Yes, baby. In circles like you said. Wish it was you though I can't take this anymore." Whining into the phone I shift my hips into my hands.

"Fuck Violet dont say things like that when im halfway across the country. Give me a week and Ill come back and fuck you like the little whore you are."

Rubbing my clit side to side my hips buckle down to the bed and dig into the soft sheet. "Touch your chest. Squeeze them hard just like I always do."

Slapping my hand to my chest my other works against my nerves as I massage my breast deeply. Flicking my nipple electricity runs through my veins and punches me right in my lower stomach.

"This is going to be quick Niall I'm almost there."

Both of our loud moans fill each other's senses which only makes my hands work faster. "No," he grunts. "Whores like you don't get to finish early, you cum when I tell you to."

Sliding my hand down to my core I squeeze my leg bunching my hips. With my hips in the air my finger moves at an increasing pace. Rubbing my clit fast, the cold air hits my body as I moan.

Grinding my centre into my hands I throw my body back down to the bed.

"Be a good girl and push two fingers in for me."

Niall moans hardly into the phone as his precum lubes his length causing pressuring slick sounds to fill the phone.

"Okay baby." Sliding my hands down my folds I tease my centre which shoots a riveting pain through my body. Sliding my two fingers in I slowly feel myself clenching and expanding for them feeling my walls shut around me.

"Oh ah- fuck feels so good." Sliding deeper until my knuckles hit I need more but this will have to do. Beginning to pump the sounds of my wetness pool around my fingers. With each thrust, my stomach grows and I'm beginning to work up to my release.

"Good girl. Always so good for me. Now with your other hand press it to your clit and don't stop."

My other hand slides up my thighs until met with my hip bone. Sliding over my bare skin goosebumps trickle down until I'm met with my nerves. Pressing deep I scream an ache through the room that causes my hips to bunch.

Rubbing my clit side to side quickly in need, my thrusting fingers shoot electricity through my body and I moan loudly from the help of the empty house now that they're all gone.

"I know that moan dont cum, not yet." I can hear him fuck his hand more demanding and my hips continue to bunch down thrusting into myself.

"No no I need more," I beg, shutting my eyes.

"Add another finger. Feel yourself just like my cock does. That pretty little cunt needs it bad doesn't it?"

"Really really bad." sliding in a third finger my walls clench hard around me deepening the pressure on my centre. Thrusting my hands at a vicious pace as well on my clit my body tightens signalling it can't hold on any longer when I hit my g spot.

"Niall I cant, fuck I need to cum." Moaning loudly my body arches and my head tilt to the ceiling in a scream.

"Beg for it you little slut. Tell me just how much you need it."' he mumbles tightly and I move my hips with my fingers.

"Please. Please, please let me cum, Niall. You're the only person that could ever get me over the edge like this please I'll do anything." Crying into the phone my legs start to shake causing the pressure on my centre to double.

"Fuck Violet you dont know what that just did to me ah-" he moans harshly pumping his shaft ruthlessly. In the next twenty seconds, I listen to his hard moans and thrusting hand fucking himself until the breathlessness of his chest rasps out a cry.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck. Violet baby?"

My body squirms on the sheets making a complete mess as my legs lift. I open them widely, earning a new angle that I explore with a cry. My knees press to my chest as my fingers work over my nerves and centre. My walls completely clench around my fingers and my hand begins to pound right and left on my clit.

"Yeah im right here- fuck." My legs lift higher so I can completely thrust my body into myself.

"Cum for me baby let it go."

Those words take me over the edge and my orgasm shoots through my body covering my hands. Removing my fingers from my centre I work against my nerves ruthlessly riding me out. "Oh Niall" my body arches off the bed. Sitting up in reflex my fingers press into my clit.

"Oh, ah."

"Oh, Violet fuck fuck fuck fuck." He groans.

"god- ah." grunting deeply his moans only press my body deeper as I coat his sheets. My eyes go fuzzy and I shut them, continuing to ride my sensitive core.

"Niall!" I scream at the top of my lungs and my breaths come out at a zero rhythm. Removing my hands I press them to the sheets gripping on for dear life.

"Fuck Suar." with one last grunt from his voice I hear him fall against the seat of his car breathing hard.

When the world comes down I fall onto my back surrounded by the warmth of his bed that never fails to smell like him. Panting out hard breaths trying to present myself back into reality my body unravels. Pressing my hands to my chest I feel my rapid heartbeat.

"You alright over there?" Niall rasps onto the phone and I whimper from his deep voice that I miss so much.

"Just give me a minute."

Niall chuckles over the phone and I smile drunkenly.

"Oh god, I miss you. Wish I could see that perfect naked body of yours cum all over my fingers soaking me."

Suddenly my body tightens once again from his words and I gasp from a sudden twitch in my centre.

"Violet? You alright what was that?"

My body ravels upright again and I press my full palm against my centre cupping myself hardly trying to calm down. "Niall I don't know what happening." My centres too weak for me to pound it like that again.

A new ring on my phone shows and It's a facetime from Niall. Still cupping myself I reach over the bed and answer it. Once I spot his sweaty face on the screen he eyes me cautiously. My face is the only thing he sees but sweat and redness take over my frame. "Violet?" he coos with a wide-lipped grin.

"How much do you miss me?" gripping my centre just a little bit harder in a spasm my body shoots upwards until I'm on my knees.

"I cant Niall." I cry to him on the phone and his face drops.

"Put me on the dresser let me see you." breathing out a large exhale I lean forward setting the phone right against the lamp. Once he sees my body his face grows in ecstasy as his eyes roam all over.

"So fucking beautiful."

As I pull away I watch as his hand tightens and presses to his shaft once more.

"You still sensitive baby?" His blonde hair sticks to his forehead and I moan from the sight. "Yes, I can't touch myself like that again tonight."

Watching his face turn up in a twitch he begins to moan again. "The pillow. Ride the pillow, pretend it's me."

Wasting no time I reach for the pillow and set it between my thighs. "Yeah just like that." he raps and I shut my eyes once I find the perfect spot. Beginning to grind my hips I press my hands to my chest squeezing both of my breasts as I moan out a loud exhale.

"I- ah." Opening my eyes slightly I watch Nialls rock solid face staring at me in determination.

"Don't stop, keep going."

my arms fall weakly off my chest and press to the top of the pillow in need to grab onto something.

"Jesus" I moan from how good this feels. My centre soaks through the fabric of the pillowcase. I'm so sensitive to the point it feels good.

With my foot pressed to the back of the pillow, I shift my legs upward and the back of the pillow presses deep into me at a new angle. Falling forward in a loud inhale my hands land on the bed on all fours.

My breaths hang down but I fold my body upwards rocking into the pillow like a race. Moving my hips with the fabric my stomach builds in the same pressure as before.

"Fuck baby I just wanna fuck you so bad. You're soaking up my sheets messy girl. Make a mess for me and scream my name alright? That perfect little cunt of yours always so pretty for me."

"Yes- oh fuck." I exhale leaning my head up to the ceiling. "Moan my name too It gets me off."

A loud grunt sounds from his lips signalling he's going faster. "Never last long with you. Wish I was that pillow fucking you from below."

I wish you were here because this pressure is not enough. "I need you to thrust into me from behind and make me limp. I need you to make me scream from how big you are. Only you can do that to me. I need you to ruin me." bunching my hips upwards my legs begin to shake and I thrust my hips on the edge of the pillow crying out.

"Trust me when I get my hands on you you'll wish you were dead. I wanna taste you. I miss waking you up in the morning." squeezing my hands on the pillow my fingernails break the fabric and with one last thrust my foot pushes the pillow into my clit and my body explodes.

"Niall!" I scream his name through my raspy throat as my hips move at the fastest pace on the pillow. "Fuck fuck fuck oh god." my orgasm rips through me and coats the pillow.

As soon as my loud moans fill his car his release shoots out of him matching with mine.

"Oh, violet!" He groans loudly and my chest heaves from his words.

Fuck me.

Looking up to the ceiling my centre pounds from what she's gone through and I fall to my side in complete exhaustion.

The room spins and I go deaf as a small buzzing rings in my ears. Curled up on the bed gripping my breasts in support Niall's chuckles break through my senses bringing me back to reality.

"I'm pretty sure hundreds of people just heard me moan beyond this door." Turning my weak stare to the phone his eyes are dilated fully watching me in lust. Reaching for the electronic I grip it tiredly bringing it to my line of vision and he frowns.

"Put me back, I wanna see our body."

"Come home then." I rasp weakly and he smirks. "We're almost done out here. Give it another two weeks. Now let me see whats mine."

Turning the camera around I push the phone to my cunt letting him the mess he's made. Trailing the camera up my body I fondle my breasts teasing my nipple.

"Fuck Sugar." Watching Nialls face on the screen he's about to touch himself when I flip the camera like nothing happened.

Growling my lips purse in a frown. "That's too long. I miss your hugs and dick."

"Is that all I am to you?" laughter fills the call and I catch my breath.

"Gonna tilt the phone for me princess? One last look. Wanna see you touching your clit." leaning his head back hoping to see from a new angle I brush my sweaty hair away from my face.

"Next time. When I see you next I'll make sure to touch every inch of me as you watch... In fact, next time I want a full view of you too." turning on my side I watch the phone with my head on my arm.

"That's cruel. I'm going to have to go back in there wondering what it was like up close. Im dying out here."

"Then come back and make me. Fuck me and dont holdback. Do whatever you want to me. Make it last all night if you want just don't ever stop." when I moan out the words his face twitches and before he can part his lips I hang up the call.

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warmau · 4 years

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Detective!AU x NCT DREAM

renjun: *opens a powerpoint titled: why nancy drew is the best fictional detective and the hardy boys aint sh-* | other dream aus

Haechan

overzealous and flashy

refuses to take on any case that isn’t “high-profile”

no finding neighborhood lost pets or who stole your lunch money, haechan wants to be on a nationwide case - he wants the news to follow his every step

“huh? what? you want me to find your stolen watch? do you not understand that your watch is not a korean national treasure and therefore who cares if it gets stolen?”

looks well put together, but his desk is a mess of papers and candy wrappers

has an ongoing rivalry with local policeman mark lee

not that mark lee even knows about this rivalry, for the most part he’s nice to haechan but haechan is just like “im onto you markus” and mark is like ,,,,,,huh?

you’re a reporter who has (on many occasions) covered haechan’s cases

to be fair, you’re probably the only person whose on the same level of sarcastic as him

so when he makes some kind of comment or quip you either blankly stare at him unamused or shoot one right back

your conversations are actually quite fun to watch

you’ll show up at his agency, with your camera and notepad

and he’ll be like

“took you long enough”

“oh - were you counting down the seconds to see me?”

“in your dreams~”

“i don’t dream. anyway - tell us about this murder, who are your suspects?”

other reporters find haechan a bit hard to work with and mumble that his attitude really needs to be fixed

but you disagree - in this kind of work you have to be sort of dry-humored and unattached

but you could do without his bragging when he does indeed solve the case

like today, when you and a bunch of other reporters have gathered outside of a large building in downtown seoul

haechan standing proudly at the front with a disgruntled looking businessman in handcuffs

haechan snaps his fingers and exclaims

“only i was smart enough to guess that the company’s own treasurer was embezzling money! the police and citizens assumed it was the ceo, but - as always my wits have proved everyone wrong!”

a wave of groans passes through the reporters, but you take it as a chance to ask haechan some questions

“how did you know it was him?”

“the evidence was in his text messages with foreign advisers.”

“how did you get access to them?”

“well as you know you can call a cellphone pro-”

as haechan is answering you hear some muttering behind you, nasty and mean words sprouting up about how haechan should stop acting like he did all the work

how he probably got tipped off

you’re a journalist, so the juicier the story - the better the paycheck

but you’re not one to just smear people - and what makes it worse is that you can tell haechan heard it

but he’s answering your question - trying to focus on you

so you decide to take it upon yourself to shut the reports behind you up

you clear your throat, pulling the mic back a bit hastily - nearly elbowing the asshole behind you

“and i heard, you did, in fact, work this alone - as reported weeks ago - the police had the wrong lead?”

haechan’s eyes spark up when he realizes you’re setting him up to dispell all the festering rumors starting to spread behind your backs

he grins and nods, “yes - most journalists even said that it was uncanny for me and the police to be on such different paths. i guess you can say, i have my own genius.”

you want to roll your eyes - as haechan continues to lay it on thick about his victory

but with every word - the lesser reporters behind you crumble under their own words

when the press conference ends, the culprit is wheeled off in a cop car, and you’re left on the sidewalk - checking over your notes

you feel haechan hang his chin over your shoulder

“i thought you hated it when i bragged?”

you look a little to your side and see his beautiful, big smile

“not when you’re telling the truth.”

“oh c’mon, just admit it - you kinda like my confidence?”

he taps a hand on your shoulder and grins as you playfully jab at his cheek with your pen

but you think, maybe he is right

confidence really does look so good on him,,,,,,,,,,,

Jaemin

tipsy, topsy, turvy - mad scientist like detective

with an abundance of weird jokes only he understands and absolutely unexplainable solutions to headscratcher cases

if it can’t be solved, no matter how you shake it, you have to call jaemin

who enjoys not only dressing the part - i.e. ridiculous hats and oversized trench coats

as much as he enjoys getting himself in trouble while trying to solve a crime

“how did you know the criminal took this back alley detective na?!”

“well simple, i climbed on through an open window and took it myself!”

“,,,,,,,,, detective - are you admitting to trespassing?!?!”

the conundrums he finds himself far overshadow silly sherlock holmes stories

and unlike fiction, sometimes - he gets in over his head

which is where you come in

you’re a young, brand new, fresh-outta-law-school attorney

who jaemin never really hired - you just happened to be around when he needed some “legal representation”

[he had maybe, kinda, illegally ‘borrowed’ a civilians car in a chase after a notorious murderer and that ‘borrowed’ car ended up kind of ,,,,,,,,,, on fire? haha does it really matter? the murderer was caught!]

you had saved his butt from a lawsuit with a lot of buttering up and finesse

and jaemin had appointed you his “guardian angel!”

“lawyer, im your lawyer jaemin”

“same thing! now let me solve the mystery of where your halo went~”

he looooooooooves to tease you

if he can take a moment out of his day to say something flirty and fun to you - he will

regardless of the circumstances

im talking you’re in front of a judge in a courtroom and jaemin leans his lanky body over you to be like

“ooo is this a new necklace, who's giving you these gifts?~ i thought you were mine!”

the judge, the other attorneys, the guards: um do yall need a room

you, tomato red: NO

jaemin: we shall take one! :)

you end up at the scene of one of jaemin’s infamous “i caught the killer, but i had to kinda do a bad thing!” situations

you stroll in, shaking your head already

am i going to have to defend him from another angry car owner? did he forget that impersonating a police officer is against the law - again?

but instead, you find sirens of an ambulance blaring and medics

you look around, trying to find jaemin in the crowd of uniforms

he always sticks out, and sometimes he finds you first

but no one calls out your name

so you ask a nearby EMT where jaemin is, and he points you to the back of an ambulance

your blood goes cold and you rush toward it, seeing a familiar long body laid out on the white gurney

“jaemin?!”

you drop your bag - hands shaking

“a-are you - did- did you - did you get yourself kill-”

his eyes spark open and he sits up, a bandaged cut on his cheek, but otherwise nothing else as he smiles at you

“you’re here! did you see - i caught the stranger of daeg-”

“you scared me! for real this time!”

he stops, blinking and tilting his head, “for real?”

“what would i do if your antics actually got you kill-kill -”

you can’t even say it, tears welling up in your eyes just at the thought of having run into this ambulance to see him laying there

cold, unmoving

you can’t imagine it, your shoulders shaking now and jaemin leans out - hand on yours

“i would never be stupid enough to die without your permission, i promise.”

speechless, throwing your arms around him without really thinking about it

jaemin feels his heart swell, unsure of where to put his own hands

when someone knocks on the ambulance door

it opens, and you see the familiar grimace of the chief of police

“hello detective na, would you like to explain to your attorney why someone is accusing you of another act of thievery?”

you let go of jaemin and try to wipe back your tears, the police chief is about to say another word but you put your hand up

“my client will only answer questions after his hospital visit.”

jaemin nods from behind you, big pearly grin on his face

the police - used to this - back off for now and you turn to jaemin

“how am i going to get you out of this now?”

“you always find a way! that’s why i love you.”

Renjun

studious, scrutinizing, and some would even say a little scary

he’s got a reputation as a ‘mind breaker’, twisting and pressing criminals with his words until they crack

on the outside, he looks rather adorable - slim and always in his sunday best

neat notebooks for notes, color-coded folders for cases

he’s a joy to work with - if you only have to work with him briefly

if you end up on a case with him for a long time, you come to realize you cannot keep up with his level of perfection

and sometimes, it does feel like he’s looking down on others for it

but he’s not, he was just trained to always see every detail through

you find yourself at the center of a huge investigation, the cause of renjun’s obsession for the past couple of months

you aren’t even sure how you’re involved

just that the cafe you worked at had in one way or another been a meetup between famous city mobsters

renjun stops by, like clockwork, an hour before closing - waiting and hoping that the mobsters show themselves

that he can pick up another clue, nitpick from the coffee cups and the napkins

you don’t mind him, even if he does meddle, and never finishes the coffee you bring him

at some point, you aren’t really sure what he’s looking for anymore - because it’s been weeks

weeks and you’re pretty sure this case was closed

you stare down at the newspaper that gets thrown at the foot of the cafe’s doorstep

you pick it up - the headlines read how the trial of those mobsters has come to an end

so why is detective renjun still always stopping by? it isn’t for the coffee - afterall he doesn’t seem to enjoy it all that much,,,,,,,,,

one day - just as he gets up to leave after spending an hour doing whatever it is he does in the corner table by the window

you stop him before he can bound out the door

“detective renjun-”

“renjun is just fine, im not on the job.”

you pause - never noticing that up close, when he’s not always nose deep in a book - he is rather handsome

“ah - well, renjun - i was just wondering,,,,,and i don’t mean to be rude! but is there a new case you’re working in the cafe or-”

he seems to catch onto what you’re asking and he straightens up a little

“you could call it that. im just doing some observation.”

“oh! on what?”

you look around, the cafe empty now that closing time is approaching in a few minutes

the loaves of bread, the muffins and coffee presses don’t seem all that worthy of observation

“on you.”

you almost don’t catch it, with the quiet voice he uses

but when your eyes meet his again, you waiver

“on - me? am i suspect in a -”

he laughs, “not everything is about solving cases to me. i just,,,,,”

for the first time he stumbles over the right words

always careful, put together, and otherwise beyond perfect - renjun wants to make sure he says the right thing

but there’s only really one thing to say.

“i just like you.”

Jeno

newbie sleuth of the local neighborhood!

don’t get him wrong, finding lost pets and hunting down the towns vandal are just as important as stopping bank robbers and kidnappers

sorta

a lot of the “cases” he solves are brought to him by local kids, holding scribbled doodles of their missing toys or from parents who just want to know WHO is blasting that music at 3 am?

(this was fairly easy to solve, as jeno had walked down the street to the local college house and knocked - asking if there was a party last week. a tall, happy-go-lucky guy named johnny had answered - and confirmed! there was a party last week, did you hear his friend mark’s mixtape from down the block? did he dig it? did he want mark’s soundcloud link?)

really, he calls himself a detective for fun

he’s just always loved puzzles and thrillers since he was young so he thought if he ever had some free time he could,,,,,,,you know,,,,,,help figure out solutions to life’s little puzzles and thrills instead

but - low and behold - he is not ready for the puzzle that is YOU

you move into his neighborhood and on day one you get yourself into trouble

running down the block with stolen goods from the local shop, an apple between your teeth and hands full of various fruits and baked goods

the next time jeno sees you, you’re twirling three sets of keys around your fingers

for cars,,,,,,,,,,jeno is pretty sure cost way more than either you or him can even imagine

he keeps seeing you everywhere, doing this absolutely ridiculous things

and then finally - he bumps into you when crossing the street

and minutes later he can’t find his wallet

he turns - chasing you down the block, accusing you all the way of being the towns illustrious thief

but you just turn and shrug, emptying your pockets

“i dont have your wallet - did you check your back pocket?”

to his surprise, and utter embarrassment, that’s exactly where his wallet is

but there’s something sticking out of it now - a piece of paper

he opens it and scribbled on it are the words

‘i thought you were a detective?’

he looks up at your smile and furrows his eyebrows

“i-what does this mean?”

“well, i thought you were a detective - so why haven’t you solved the biggest mystery yet.”

he doesn’t seem to catch on, a cute look of confusion spreading across his face

“what biggest mystery?”

“well - that would be who stole your heart!”

he flusters, “m-my heart?”

“yeah! your heart! who stole it lee jeno, c’mon - you’re a detective!”

he looks beyond dumbfounded

and then he straightens up

you tilt your head a little, and jeno feels something in his chest flutter

“you?”

“did i?”

your voice sing songs and jeno can’t be sure, but the way your eyes spark up with delight makes a feeling he can’t explain wash over him

am i going crazy, or did they just figure out i had a crush on them before i did?!?

Chenle & Jisung

ones fearless but clumsy, the other is easily terrified and somehow,,,,,,,even more clumsy

but hey they’re just best friends who decided that instead of going to the academy

they’d just start their own private investigation business

too bad none of them really understand how to run a business, so the only way they’re kept afloat is by tireless accountant mark lee’s efforts

either way, they both bring strengths to their problem solving

chenle will take on ANY case, ANY place, ANY time

and would probably fall down a trapdoor

while jisung is slightly more reserved about stepping into old, haunted houses or listening to tall tales from random people on the street

though he would also fall down a trapdoor

and although other people wouldn't take on cases that involve the paranormal

and jisung is not a big fan

when you come to the agency with a request about a presumed ghost encounter

chenle insists you came to the right place, jisung looks a little pale

and thats how you end up beside both of them - the dead of the night - in front of your old middle school

chenle asks if you’re a teacher here now, but you shake your head - actually you were just visiting because it had been the yearly reunion in honor of a young boy who had died tragically at the school when you were a student

“creepy!” chenle says, eyes sparkling

“creepy,,,,,,,” jisung agrees, swallowing

the three of you venture inside, you’d managed to convince an old teacher for the keys, and begin down the long and dark hallway

chenle peeks into classrooms and stops to read bulletin boards

jisung just sticks shoulder to you

“so how did he die?” chenle asks and you’re about to answer

when a creaking of the floorboard takes all the attention

an outlined figure appears, face shadowed but body small - leg limping

“it’s him!” you whisper “the limp, it’s from the crash-”

you turn and look at-

chenle, who fearlessly moves toward the child

you join in behind him as jisung stays stuck in place with fear

“are you a ghost? did something about your death leave you scornful toward the school? come here, i just want to talk-”

chenle begins as you cautiously warn that being so upfront could come of rude

the child, whose face is still hidden, lifts his hand slowly and extends one finger

chenle follows the trajectory and gasps, “he’s pointing at you!”

your blood turns cold and you want to ask - why, you hardly even knew him when you were both students here so -

but then just as chenle is about to put a hand on your shoulder, something heaves below you two and the floorboards below your feet moan

“they’re going to give!”

“wh-”

chenle’s hand takes a hold of your waist now, pushing you into him as he teeters back until he himself falls through the figure that disappears in a cloud of smoke

the floorboard where you’d been standing collapses down and you cling to the front of chenle’s jacket as you watch

“i-i think that ghost has it out for you-”

he starts, but his voice softens as he sees your shoulders trembling

for the first time, and believe me he’s seen freaked out people a lot, he stops himself mid sentence and just lets you curl up into his side

jisung’s voice is the one thing that breaks you two from the moment as he yells you guys need to get out of here. NOW.

chenle agrees, but you’re wobbly on your feet up and so he takes your hand in his and smiles

“c’mon - even im not crazy enough to provoke an angry ghost. we can solve this mystery when we’re safe.”

you nod, letting him lead you back outside where your hands never leave each other and thank god jisung doesn’t care (or is scared out of his mind) to notice

jisung, whose eyes have gone large

“chenle don’t go near it!”

he shouts, turning his attention to you

“and if that really is the ghost we should-”

“it’s pointing at you!”

you whip your head back around to see that the figure has raised one, thin finger in your direction

your body feels rigid and you take a step back

chenle just ventures forward, asking the spirit question after question, but it ignores him

instead - in what seems like a second - the figure has moved halfway down the hall toward you and jisung

you scream and jisung can’t believe it but he realizes fast that he’s going to have to be the fearless one in this situation

instead of booking it himself, which is usually the way these things go, he grabs you and yanks you behind him

you guys make a dash for the front door, and when you turn around you can see the ghost is still dauntingly coming closer

jisung does the mistake of looking too, and just as you’re about to get to the door - the ghosts face comes to life a little in the moonlight tricking through the window

you and jisung both scream at the bloody mess - jisung tripping over his own feet as you fall right behind him

the door is still open so you two are a tumble of arms and legs as you roll out into the night air

but as you get up - you find your blow was cushioned by jisung

“so-sorr-”

“no time for apologies, ghost trying to kill you.”

you nod and both of you get up and continue running

chenle is behind you guys, but he’s laughing and shouting about how it was a GHOST - a REAL GHOST -

you’re frankly too terrified to think about it and thats when you feel jisung’s palm squeeze yours

‘don’t be scared, we’ll get you somewhere safe.”

you feel something in your chest warm and you agree - jisung feels it too, the bashful look of embarrassment that comes over you is almost enough to make him feel like your hero

but the truth is

he’s still very scared and protecting you is one thing, but making sure he also doesnt get caught by a vengeful ghost is also pretty high up there

and chenle’s insolent “we have to go back sometime!” is NOT helping

#this was what i wanted to finish in time for renjun day but F #nct dream scenarios #nct dream au #nct dream imagines #nct dream #haechan scenarios #renjun scenarios #jaemin scenarios #jeno scenarios #chenle scenarios #jisung scenarios #sfw #jaemin au #jeno au #renjun au #chenle au #jisung au #haechan au

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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years

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Nancy Drew 2x12

(FOR REAL THIS TIME!)

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Pls poor grant getting neglected 😩

Nick rly just hired him as soon as he could huh? Not that I blame him or anything. ACE NAMED THE DEEP FRYER RUTH OMG SO CUTE. I love that he names everything “you’re removing the flavour layer” THE WHAT NOW?! ACE WHAT- “your last restaurant closed due to lack of flavour” OW OKAY AGGRESSIVE MUCH?

Ace I like AC/DC too!!! Sorry I’m having a moment here.

SO GRANT IS HIS MIDDLE NAME? OK FRANK. (Sorry I’m sooooo rooting for the hardy boys to come in). Poor ace only being the link to nancy 😭

Pls the way Nancy’s like “Yeah... I get the life of lies thing.” SO CASUAL FOR WHAT- GIRL

“Stone Age of the 90s” WHAT NANCY-

FANSON!!! WOAH THERE BUCKAROO THAT SMOOCH HAPPENED FAST WOAH THERE EASY GOES FANSON THATS A LOT OF SMOOCHING. HANDS HANDS HAND PLACEMENT 👀 I SEE U NICK WOWZA. yuh I have a crush on every character what about it? Huh?

OH M G. ODETTE LEAVING LOVE LETTERS TO BESS WAIT STOP- if there was no body timeshare I’d be here for it. SHES WRITING BACK AW

THATS ACES MOM OMG RED ALERT RED ALERT!!! WAIT I KINDA LOVE HER ALREADY 😭 grant is shook. OH GRANT IS KINDA CUTE

NANCY DONT DO IT GIRL NONONO DO NOT BE A GRANDCHILD BE A DREW. NANCY DREW NOT NANCY HUDSON. GRANDCHILD MOMENT? NO.

BROTHER MOMENT! That is not Florence.

OH SISTER MOMENT! “It’s bath time boyz” OMG PLS I SNORTED. omg bess about to get caught no 😩 FANSON CALL!! oh no nick dont get murdered pls.

Carson radiates wholesome helpful dad energy and I love him. Do I spy chemistry??? Maybe a lil?

“Is this a thing?” Nancy yes it is girl they need to figure each other out! They’re the hardy boys to be 😫

“Ace run!” Oh so grant can just go fuck himself I guess! Jkjk i know she grabbed grant lmao. BoyScout Ace returns!!! Oh heroic grant letting nancy go first omg, so sweet! I still think he’s frank, that’s a frank thing to do. “Trust me, I’m your brother” I SAY HARDY BOYS! Srsly though that was adorable. “Which ninja turtle?” ACE THE MAN JUST ALMOST DIED GIVE HIM A BREAK

Nicks phone must be tapped or something?? Idk but that’s a lot of red flowers.

NANCY’s THUMBS UP PLS! BAHHAHAHA I CANT they’re covered in dirt. “Ace don’t break my tv” mr. d, Ace is the least likely to break your tv come on, besides he’ll fix it if he did lmao OH NO THE DAD- COME THRU THOM!!!

Back to nick now, oh but we’re all her now okay. YEAH OBVS THE COP AND WITNESS RELATION IS FORBIDDEN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THOM BUT HOLY CARP DUDE ABUSE OF POWER???

I love the sister times!! SHE KNOWS ODETTE? SHE HELPS ME WITH MY FRENCH HOMEWORK? PLS I LOVE MOM!ODETTE!!

YES THOM COME THRU!! Lyrics are good, DATE IS BETTER! Ace is boutta get kidnapped. Sir pls don’t steal my bf!!

He stole my bf.

Oh ok rly you could’ve called richboyryan but you called GRANDMA? WHY?

GEORGE IS FINDING OUT? GEORGE FOUND OUT! OH NO. Pls not george roasting bess’ writing lmaoo UH ODETTED WHAT? MAAM MADAME PLS STOP.

OH NO ACE IS ON A LEDGE- PLS NO STOP. who is he?? The actor looks familiar lmaooo SHIT NO- ACE DONT DIE BABE PLS. IM SO SCARED RN THAT DUDE IS SCARY AS HELL. OH THANK GOD. oh okay wow that was a big hug- ACE PLS I CANnOT.

this is gonna be a rough 2nd half of the season for ace. NO NO GRANT U HAVE TO STAY. YOU NEED TO STAY AND BE FRANK. FRICK YOU FOR GETTING MY HOPES UP AND LEAVING. oh no Ace is gonna hate that nancy owes Celia for him. Oh nancy and ace are gonna be pissy @ each other now 🖐😭 pls I like them as besties.

SISTERS FOR LIFEEEE I LOVE THEM! She sabotaged the clams omfg I love her! Aw nick is excited too STOP I CANT TAKE THIS IM LONELY AND FANSON IS CUTE. what did Ryan do. RYAN WTF DID YOU DO- Ryan doesn’t even know what he did lmao or is he lying lmao OMG R WE GONNA GET PRISON RYAN?

FLORENCE 😫 ILY BB!! OMG SON REVEAL!!! YAY. THOM already knows pls. STOP IM CRYING NO THOM IS CRYING IM SOBBING HE JNOWS SIGN LANGUAGE STOP THE MUSIC I CANT HANDLE THIS NO SO CUTE “that’s my brother” I AM SPIRALLING I CANT HANDLE THIS NO STOP OMG GRANT DONT LEAVE PLS I JUST WANTED FRANK HARDY-

oh come on nancy. REALLY I KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN BUT RLY?! JFC COME ON DUDE

Okay so lastly I need to say I respect the nace and their shippers and I know the ship is probably inevitable, but I’m not the biggest fan of that ship so if we could keep nace to a minimum on my page that would be greatly appreciated!! Much love ❤️

ALSO WHEN ACE WAS OVER THE RAILING THERE AND HIS HAIR WAS LIKE IN HIS EYES WITH THE MIDDLE PART? HOT. I LOVED ACE’S S1 HAIR AND THIS MIDDLE PART IS JUST MWAH. Bringing me back to the good ol’ days when Lucy was our biggest problem 😫

Oh and lastly for real, lastly: I love all of them: Ace, Nick, Grant, Owen (rip), Riley Smith (Ryan kinda sucks lol), Carson on the dl 👀 THEYRE HOT OKAY? And the ladies too WOW they’re all so pretty and I am in loveeeee with George

Not many thoughts from my sister, just a lot of gasping @ grant and she also says he should be frank hardy. She also thinks prison Ryan would be interesting btw

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #ned nickerson #ace nancy drew #bess marvin #george fan #george fayne #nick nancy drew #ryan hudson #carson drew

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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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The Most Dramatic Season Ever - After the Final Rose

Summary: It’s your time now! You are ABC’s new Bachelorette and this is your journey! All these men (including our fav BoRhap boys and then some) are competing for your heart! Will you find love? Will you get engaged at the end? Or will you end up heartbroken? Find out, on the most dramatic season ever!

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A/N: The final chapter! This serves as the epilogue for this story. We catch up with Ben, Y/N, and Joe, and find out who will be the next Bachelor!

Warning(s): None :)

Night 1 Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Week 7 The Men Tell All Week 8/Finale

After the final rose here we go!!!

Chris: Hi. Welcome to After the Final Rose. I’m Chris Harrison, and I’m here to catch you up on everything that’s happened since Y/N’s dramatic season as The Bachelorette. Last night, we watched her and Joe become happily engaged in New Zealand. But, are they still together? What has become of Ben since his breakup with Y/N? And which of Y/N’s men will be the next Bachelor? Find out tonight, right here.

The studio audience went wild with cheers.

“Thank you!” Chris called. “Thank you, Bachelor Nation! Tonight we wrap up Y/N’s crazy and romantic season. We had everything this season. From night one, Y/N was having to deal with problems among the men. No one was perhaps a bigger problem than Luke, who took issue with Y/N’s sexual liberation and independence. We had two men leave abruptly in Ireland because they just weren’t falling in love. Then, the first man to say ‘I love you,’ Taron, was sent home from there as well. Y/N told the top three men from her season that she loved them, which ended up making things all the harder. And finally, after her final two dates, she realized Joe was the man for her, and had a devastating breakup with Ben, before a beautiful proposal with Joe.”

He paused.

“Now, before we get Y/N out here to talk about her life since New Zealand, there is one man that everyone is curious about,” Chris said. “And that’s Ben. Have Ben and Y/N spoken since that heartbreaking night? Is he still in love with her? How has he been coping with her newfound happiness? Well, you’re about to find out. Everyone, please welcome, Ben Hardy!”

The audience applauded and screamed as Ben emerged from backstage, looking dashing in a navy suit. He smiled and waved as people called out to him. When he made it to the stage, he shook hands with Chris before sitting down on the couch.

“Ben, welcome,” Chris said. “Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for having me,” Ben returned.

“There’s a lot to talk about when it comes to you and Y/N, but before we get into it, let’s take a look back at your journey together.”

Everyone turned to the screen to watch. The first clip was Ben’s first introduction to you. He smiled as he watched himself step out of the limo and meet you. The video highlighted everything, from Ben admitting that he had never been in love before, his feud with Luke and beating him out for the rose on the two-on-one, his hometown, the magic of fantasy suite, the final date, and then the crushing blow. His mouth turned down as he watched you tell him again, “It’s not you.” His eyes watered at the soft, teary goodbyes. Then the screen went dark.

“So, tell me what it’s like watching that back,” Chris said.

“Uncomfortable,” Ben said, sniffling. “It still hurts to think about. Even the good times we had...it’s painful because it feels like none of it mattered.”

“None of it mattered?” Chris questioned.

“Yeah,” Ben said. “I felt like we went through all of this only for there to be nothing in the end. For me, at least.”

“Are you angry at Y/N?” Chris asked.

“I was for a little while,” Ben answered. “First, I was really sad, just heartbroken. Then I went through a phase of being a bit angry at her, even though I knew someone had to leave. But I’m not angry anymore. I’ve gotten so much support online and stuff, just a real outpouring of love, and it has definitely made me feel better. Although - I do want to say - Tweeting at me and calling Y/N a bitch is not a way to make me feel better, so if everyone could knock it off with that, I’d appreciate it. That’s not how I feel about her.”

“How do you feel about her?” Chris pressed. “Are you still in love with her?”

Ben hesitated, biting his lip. “Yeah, I am, a little bit.”

Chris paused while the audience let out soft gasps and whispered to each other.

“Well, you know she’s here,” Chris said. “Just backstage. Are you ready to see her? Do you even want to?”

“I do, actually,” Ben said. “I think emotions were high when we last saw each other, and I’d definitely like some closure.”

“Well, then,” Chris said. “Let’s bring her out. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Y/N!”

You walked out, waving to the crowd as they cheered for you. You saw Ben and felt such joy at seeing him again, you could have burst. But, the joy was different than it once was. You had missed his company and the time you shared together, but you had not missed him as a boyfriend. And that was okay.

“Hi,” you said with a smile as you stepped up on the stage.

He crossed over to you and hugged you. It was warm and familiar. And nice.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said sweetly.

“Well, you two have a seat, and we’ll talk,” Chris said.

You and Ben moved to the couch and sat beside each other. It was a bit odd to be sitting there and not holding his hand as you’d grown accustomed to during filming.

“How are you?” Ben asked you.

“I’m doing really well,” you told him. “Really well.”

“Happy?” he wondered.

“So happy,” you replied. “How are you?”

“I’m alright,” he said. “Back home in London. I’ve missed you and I had a rough time of it for a little while, but I’m doing better now.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” you said.

“Ben, is there anything you want to ask Y/N?” Chris wondered.

“Yeah, um,” Ben began, looking at you. “The biggest thing on my mind has been...is there anything I could have done differently that might have swayed your opinion?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Ben, you...you were perfect. From night one, you were perfect. We didn’t take off right away, but I knew there was going to be something really special between us. As for the end of it, there was nothing you had done wrong, and we weren’t necessarily lacking anything in the relationship. Just, things were stronger with Joe and - like I told you that night - I couldn’t picture my life without him in it.”

“You could picture life without me, though?” he asked.

“It made me ache, but yeah,” you said. “I’m sorry if that’s hurtful to hear.”

“Not as bad as I thought,” he replied with a small smile. “But I’m sure you understand, I was going over everything in my mind, and watching it back every week, so naturally, I wondered.”

“Of course,” you said. “I did the same thing after Peter’s season.”

“So, you don’t question your decision at all?” he asked.

“I don’t, no,” you said. “I think it was absolutely the right choice. For both of us.”

“That’s fair,” he said. “I’m glad things are going alright with you, and I hope your life is happy.”

“I wish you the same,” you returned. “You’re a great guy, Ben. You deserve love and happiness.”

“Thank you.”

You smiled at each other. There was still some hurt you could see in his eyes, but it was not as much as that night back in New Zealand. He was healing. You had faith that he would find that person to be his partner.

“Alright, Y/N,” Chris said. “I’m gonna let you head back and we’ll see you again in a little bit.”

You reached out and gave Ben’s hand a squeeze before getting up and exiting backstage, amongst more cheers from the crowd.

When you were gone, Chris looked at Ben.

“Feel better?” Chris asked.

“A bit, yeah,” Ben said. “It’s still painful, but I’ll move on. She’s a wonderful woman, and I’m happy for her.”

“If you are ready to move on,” Chris said. “I’d like to extend an invitation for you to come to Mexico and join our cast of Bachelor in Paradise.”

The crowd went wild at the notion. Ben laughed and flushed under the excitement.

“Well?” Chris pressed.

“I’m afraid I’m not quite ready for that,” Ben chuckled. “I don’t think I could go there with my heart still belonging to Y/N a little bit, it wouldn’t be fair to the women there.”

The audience released a collective, disappointed, “Awwwww,” but Chris waved them off.

“I appreciate your honesty and your vulnerability, Ben,” he said. “I wish you all the best, and hopefully one day we will see you on that beach.”

Ben laughed.

“We’ll be back in a little bit with Y/N and Joe,” Chris said to the camera. “How has life been since their engagement in New Zealand? Are they still together? Find out, right after this.”

The show went to commercial. Ben shook Chris’s hand and then exited the stage.

After a few minutes Chris welcomed everyone back.

“Everyone, please welcome, Y/N and Joe!”

You and Joe headed out toward the platform, smiling and waving at everyone as you passed. Hand in hand, you made it to the couch. Finally, you could be seen together in public and proud. It felt like such a weight lifted.

“Hey there, you two,” Chris said as you all took seats on the couches. “So, it looks like things are good,” he said, indicating your intertwined hands.

“Things are great!” you chirped. “We’re still engaged and going strong.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Chris said. “Especially after the last couple seasons we’ve had.”

Everyone laughed a little.

“So, tell me what it’s been like for you two since filming ended,” he said. “You had your trip together after the engagement, and what’s the plan going forward?”

“Well, Y/N is moving to New York,” Joe said. “We’ve almost got all her stuff there, but now we’re living together like ninety percent of the time.”

“How are you liking New York?” Chris asked you.

“I love New York,” you told him. Then you looked at Joe. “But mostly the people in it.”

You beamed at each other.

“That’s sweet,” Chris said. “Are you moving into Joe’s place or have you picked somewhere new?”

“We bought a house,” Joe said. “Y/N and I picked it together so it feels like ours.”

“It’s really close to the restaurant,” you went on. “And in a really good school district.”

“Oh, this is something you plan on making a permanent home?” Chris said.

“Yeah,” you said. “We want our family to have something stable. And that starts with the home we make together.”

“Any wedding plans?” he wondered.

“We have actually set a date!” you said excitedly.

“April 3rd, next year,” Joe said. “We can’t wait to get married, and we don’t want to waste any time.”

“Congratulations to you!” Chris said. “Now, Joe, I wanna talk to you for a minute and ask, what was it like watching the season back, and then seeing that finale and what it was like for you to watch Y/N end things with Ben?”

“Honestly, I cried watching their breakup,” Joe said with a light chuckle. “I mean, it’s not easy watching her with the other men - it wasn’t during filming - but, seeing her choose me, out of all the great relationships she had - especially the one she had with Ben - makes me feel more confident than ever.”

“Did she tell you that she had broken things off with Ben the night before the proposal?” Chris asked.

“She did,” Joe answered. “While we were on our little vacation, she explained that she sent Ben home and the reasons that she had for doing it. It made sense to me and I respected what she did. The last thing I’d want is for her to be recovering from that while saying yes to me. It was a good way to give each relationship the proper treatment.”

“So, you two have watched the whole season back,” Chris said. “How does it feel to be where you are now?”

“It feels amazing,” you said. “I mean, Joe was so funny as the season was airing, he would like, text me about the episode and say something like, ‘Can’t believe you broke Taron’s heart like this’ and all that, so we tried not to get too emotional about it. But looking back, I feel like all of it was so worth it because it brought us together.”

“Now, throughout the season, it appeared that Joe was a front runner,” Chris said. “Did you know from the beginning maybe that it would be him?”

“I thought it was a strong possibility,” you said. “But I honestly didn’t know until that night after our last date. I always knew that Joe and I were solid and strong. I had a feeling he would be one of the final men, but toward the end, as feelings developed in other relationships, I wasn’t totally sure it was him. I am now, but at the time, I had a really tough choice to make.”

“Joe, did you think it would be you?” Chris asked.

“I felt good about our relationship the whole time,” Joe said. “But there’s always that worry, it's not what you think. Because during filming, we don’t see the other relationships progressing and how she feels about them. I didn’t even know she had told other men she loved them. And on the day of the proposal, I didn’t know that she had already sent Ben home. So, yeah, as good as I felt about us, I could never be totally sure.”

“Well, it certainly does seem to have worked out,” Chris said. “Anything else going on with you two?”

You and Joe exchanged a look and then both shrugged.

“Nothing really, except moving in together and wedding stuff,” you said. “The excitement of the show is over, and we’re ready to settle down.”

“Yeah, getting our own routine down and settling into regular life has been great,” Joe said. “We’re looking forward to what the future holds.”

“Hopefully, it’s all happiness and love,” Chris said. He turned to the camera. “We’ll be back in just a few minutes with the announcement of your new Bachelor! Stay tuned.”

The show went to commercial. Chris shook both your hands and the three of you chatted for a bit while the audience took time to use the restroom and things like that. When the show came back, the three of you still sat on the stage.

“Welcome back to After the Final Rose,” Chris said. “I’m here with Y/N and Joe and we’ve been talking about their very promising future. But what about the future of Bachelor Nation? Well, we’re gonna get right to that.”

“Oh, Chris,” you interjected. “Can I?”

He chuckled. “Sure. Just look right there,” he indicated the teleprompter. “And read it with all the excitement I know you have.”

You beamed and looked into the camera.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” you said, trying to contain yourself because you were so thrilled about the choice. “Please welcome your new Bachelor, Gwilym Lee!”

The studio erupted into applause and cheers, you and Joe included, as Gwilym emerged from backstage. He grinned a bit bashfully at the support he was getting. He finally reached the platform where he was engulfed by you and Joe’s arms around him. You both greeted him warmly as the noise began to die down.

“Hey, congratulations, you two,” Gwilym said. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, man,” Joe said, and they clapped hands.

“Thank you,” you added, and Gwil kissed your cheek.

“Well, Joe and Y/N, you’re old news now,” Chris joked, and all of you laughed. “Why don’t guys head backstage, so I can talk to our new Bachelor?”

“Sure,” you agreed. “Congrats, Gwil!”

“You’ll be great!” Joe said, and you both began to walk away, waving to Gwil and the audience as you did.

Gwilym chuckled as he watched you and Joe disappear, then returned his attention to Chris.

“So, Gwilym, how does it feel?” Chris asked. “You’re the new Bachelor!”

“I’m still in shock a bit, actually,” Gwilym replied. “I can hardly believe it.”

“What lessons are you going to take from Y/N’s season into your own?” Chris wondered.

“I’m definitely going to be conscious of what it’s like being on the other side,” Gwilym answered. “Y/N certainly was, and I really admired that. I’ll definitely want the women to know that I understand being in their shoes. That, and giving every relationship a chance to thrive, but acting quickly if I know it’s not right. I don’t want to waste any time, since we have so little of it.”

“Now, are you concerned at all that the issue of being ready to propose or saying I love you will come up again?” Chris asked.

“Well, not so much now that I’m the one in control,” Gwilym said. “I know that I’ll want to save that I love you for the proposal - should I get there - because I won’t be concerned about the women having feelings for someone else.”

“Have you sought any advice from previous Bachelors?” Chris continued.

“A few of them have reached out to me, since the news has been known among us for a while,” Gwilym said. “Arie reached out, as did Colton, Sean Lowe, and even Ben Higgins. So, I’m getting a lot of tips, and I’m sure I’ll get even more.”

“Are you nervous at all?” Chris pressed.

“Oh, incredibly,” Gwilym said. “I’m dreading rose ceremonies and things like that. But, ultimately the goal is to find love. Seeing how it worked out for Y/N and Joe makes me really hopeful.”

“So there’s an element of excitement too?” Chris asked.

“Naturally,” Gwilym returned. “I just hope I’m capable and that I find what I’m looking for.”

“How does your family feel about you taking this on?”

“They were apprehensive initially,” Gwilym explained. “But I assured them that the feelings are real and that I’m prepared to give my heart to this journey.”

You and Joe watched the interview from backstage. You recalled your own interview when you were first named the Bachelorette, and the storm of emotions that came with that, and felt a twinge of sadness that it was all over. Then you looked over at Joe. The man this show had brought you to. The man you would spend forever with, and you were filled with gratitude.

Your journey was not quite over, after all. You had a whole new one to look forward to.

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My Squad- Part 2

I have decided to make this a dad! Evan Buckley series, my first series for 911! Thank you all for the lovely feedback, I hope you like it.

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911 Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: Evan hasn't been with the team long and has kept his family a secret, but now he is ready for the team to meet his daughters. All of them.

Enjoy.

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"We can't hide in here forever, you know," (Y/n) mumbled each word breathlessly between delicate pecks against Evan's jaw. She could feel his laugh vibrate against his sweaty chest that her fingertips were grazing over, although her fingers mostly stayed around the tattoo over the left side of his chest.

Angelica was written in black cursive ink near the lower part of his ribcage and a pair of wings were hovering just above the very fancy A of her name. Just beneath that, Eleanor was written with a rose at the end and there at the bottom, Coraline was written with a shooting star flying beneath her name. Evan had all his girls' names right beneath his heart where they belonged and in the outline of a heart over his left wrist, he had (Y/n)'s name etched into his skin.

He had her name tattooed the moment Angel had been born. They were married and had a family together, despite what people always said about getting significant other's names done in ink, Evan knew this was different. He wasn't about to leave (Y/n) and if anything were ever to happen between them, she was the mother of his children. Nothing would change that.

"What're you doing?" His voice was barely above a whisper as he tilted his head down to look at his wife while his hands dug into her hips.

Evan was stood between her legs that were bound around his lower back, her heels digging into his hips ready to pull him closer if he dared move away. The forming outline of her stomach was pressed into his abdomen and his knees were resting against the counter. He had carried her from the shower- which got even steamier than he first anticipated when he went in alone and found his wife joining him a minute later- and placed her on the counter next to the sink. He wasn't planning on letting her go just yet.

"Wondering what name will come up next. What if we actually get a boy this time, where will his name go?" (Y/n) let her fingertip trace the cursive letters that she had seen countless times over the years. Each name appeared only a week after each girl had been born.

It surprised (Y/n) that Evan managed to go as long as he did at the station without anyone knowing about his family. Clearly no one had seen him getting changed to stripping down. They would find it rather strange if they saw three different girl names tattooed onto his skin.

"I've got it planned out, if we've somehow got a boy in there," He shifted his hands round from her hips to smooth over her stomach, not truly believing they had a boy this time. "His name and footprint will go somewhere round here," Evan briefly moved his hand to the right side of his chest for an indication before he went back to holding her stomach.

Evan just knew Angel would be a girl, it had been like intuition, he was telling everyone he had a daughter before she was born and they never found out beforehand. With Ella, they both thought they would have a boy, that the chance would be one of each. Then (Y/n) had been sure Cora would be a boy, the chances of three girls in a row seemed a bit far fetched. Evan, however, was comitted to the thought that he was having a tribe of girls, that he was just meant to be a girl dad and he was smug when Cora came along.

This time he couldn't see things being any different, his girls were his world and he was betting with Maddie that it would be a fourth girl to add to his squad.

"Sounds great," (Y/n) moved her hands up to cup Evan's face and bring him closer, drowning in his bright smile that made his ruby red lips spread thin. And those deep blue eyes that creased and twinkled when he smiled at her like that.

When his hands moved to her bum and he pulled her to the edge of the counter and bumped her into his hips, (Y/n) hooked her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair. She breathed a small 'what are you up to' against his lips although she knew perfectly well what he was thinking when his hands slipped round to squeeze the underside of her thighs that he lifted higher onto his hips.

"You know I can't get more pregnant, right?" (Y/n) could barely find the breath or the will to speak but she loved the feeling of him laughing into her neck where he was sucking and biting another bruise she would have to cover up from the girls.

"They're getting up," Evan kissed a trail down her throat but it didn't matter how close he got to her, how needily he grabbed her flesh or rutted against her. It wasn't going to change the fact that he could hear the girls starting to wake up.

"You'd better be quick then, Buckley."

"Daddy,"

"Woah, babygirl, why're you hanging in doorways?" Evan stumbled back into the doorframe as he secured his left arm around (Y/n) and moved his right hand to briefly rub his eye for a moment. He looked down at Ella who was stood smack bang in the centre of the bathroom doorway when he opened the door.

He was glad he had put his pants on and that (Y/n) was wearing one of his shirts so they were covered and not exposed with their little menace lurking around corners like this.

Ella didn't answer. Instead, she tilted her head to the right and frowned. Her little hands reached out in a grabbing motion and she pointed at her mum before jumping up and down, trying to hint that Evan was carrying the wrong person around. That was where Ella should be, not her mum.

Evan leaned down to the side when (Y/n) slowly unravelled her legs from his waist and slid down until she was stood beside him with her head tucked into his chest to hide her smile from their pouting daughter.

"I'm gonna get Cora up," Reaching up on her toes, (Y/n) pressed a lasting kiss to Evan's jaw and with her hand that was already around his waist, she lopped her fingers into the elastic of his boxers and snapped them against his hip. She jumped out of his arms when he gasped and jolted forward and she hurried into the nursery before he could think twice about chasing after her.

"Me." Ella lifted her arms again and pouted until Evan swooped down to pick her up.

"Come on, I need to get dressed then we can have breakfast."

He settled Ella down in the middle of his and (Y/n)'s bed so he could get dressed, narrowing his eyes and sticking his tongue out at her to make her smile and giggle. Evan tightened his belt loop and shrugged on his shirt before he sat down on the edge of the bed to button it up and grab a pair of socks.

When he leaned over to put on his socks, Ella moved forward and leaned up on his back with her arms wrapped around his neck and her face nuzzled into his shoulder.

"Hungry?" He questioned as he stood up and looped an arm behind him to keep her stable on his back.

"Maybe,"

"Hm, only maybe?"

A smile lit up Evan's face when he headed downstairs and his sights set on his eldest girl walking just ahead of him towards the kitchen. Evan tilted his head towards Ella who was leaning over his shoulder and brought a finger to his lips before he creeped over towards Angel. When she was past the doorway to the kitchen, Evan swooped his left arm out and lifted Angel off her feet and spun round with one girl in each arm.

He could feel Ella squealing into his shoulder and Angel gripped his forearm and screamed happily as her feet left the ground and she felt her dad kissing the side of her head.

"Daddy!" Angel tilted her head back on his shoulder and kicked her legs out as he carried her through the kitchen towards the fridge.

When he reached the fridge, Evan turned around and pushed his back up to the counter until Ella could let go of him and sit down on the counter and he could hold Angel with both arms and turn her around so she was facing him. She looped her arms lazily around his neck and brushed her nose against his causing him to grin and squint at her.

"Morning sweetie," Evan kissed her cheek before he set her back down to her feet and he moved his hands out in front of him. "What's for breakfast?" He bent each finger except for his index and middle fingers on both hands and pressed his right fingers against his left wrist to sign 'breakfast'.

Evan liked the routine he had gotten into with the girls recently. When he was on shift in the morning, he would get up, have his breakfast with the girls and drop them at school on the way to the station. His shifts were falling into the twenty four hour category right now which Evan didn't mind because then he got a few days off in a row to be with the girls. It was easier than coming home late at night to only see them for bedtime or working nights and sleeping through the day until they came home from school.

He didn't like night shifts unless it was for a twenty four hour shift, he wasn't good at sleeping during the day, it warped his body clock.

"Scrambled eggs,"

"Grab me the eggs then, Ella, you want an omlette with me baby?"

"Yeah,"

Evan bypassed Angel and moved towards the fridge, reaching up towards the top shelf for the small carton of milk they had hidden up there. He couldn't have a coffee without milk but with Ella, it meant any milk they had needed to be kept away from everything else in the fridge and if some spilled in the kitchen, it had to be mopped up straight away.

There was also a rule that Angel couldn't use or get the milk out without one of her parents watching. They couldn't risk any spillages around Ella. And since Angel and (Y/n) both hated the vegan cheese that didn't use milk, they hid all the dairy products on the top shelf of the fridge.

He waited for Angel to crack some eggs into a jug and he leaned over her shoulder to pour a drop of milk in for her so she could put it in the microwave. Evan knew he didn't have to tell her by now that when she was finished with the jug and all her dishes, they went straight in the sink and didn't mingle with any of Ella's plastic plates or forks and such. Nothing of Ella's touched anything of theirs when dairy was concerned.

"Here you go baby," Evan handed Ella two eggs and a small tub of mushrooms and he got a pan out on the cooker. She was surprisingly good at not getting any shell in the pan.

He watched her closely, arching his back out and planting his hands down on either side of Ella on the counter while she threw a big handful of mushrooms into the pan. A grin pulled at Evan's lips when he leaned his forehead down onto Ella's shoulder and she started to shake her fingers through his hair like she was petting him.

They all worked like clockwork, a routine that had taken a lot of time to perfect and usually ended up with Evan almost being late to work until now.

Angel got the plates out and a plastic bowl for Cora to have some scrambled egg and Evan dished it all up just as (Y/n) walked into the kitchen with Cora in her arms.

"Do you want an omelette mummy?" Ella trotted with her plate towards the table and (Y/n) smiled at the girls but shook her head.

"No thank you baby."

Food wasn't agreeing with her lately, this was the first pregnancy that was actually giving (Y/n) a problem with morning sickness. She had been fussy about food when they were expecting Cora but lately, most smells were off-putting and when she tried to eat she was gagging and coughing before she even finished one bite of food. Breakfast was usually missed most days now and sometimes lunch was given a miss too.

"Here, have one of these," Evan scouted through the cabinet until he found the protein shakes he had hidden up there, just in case either of the girls saw them and thought they would snatch one.

He had bought a pack of protein bottles and a box of powder sachets to add to drinks so if (Y/n) wasn't eating, she was at least having something. Needless to say, Evan wasn't best pleased and turned very concerned when the midwife told them at their last scan that (Y/n) wasn't really putting much weight on during this pregnancy and he realised how little she was actually eating.

He made himself a quick coffee in his flask and left it on the side along with his keys, ready to drink after he dropped the girls off. Usually he used to need his coffee before he had breakfast, before he even got dressed to try and wake himself up. But if he did that, then he couldn't give Ella a morning kiss because he had milk in his coffee and even the transferance of milk like that would set off her allergy.

(Y/n) took the shake from him with a smile and let him take Cora from her so he could feed her at the table. Her eyes followed him fondly as he sat at the table with Cora perched on his lap, trying to take the watch off his wrist. Their youngest was like a magpie, anything shiny that she saw, she wanted.

Cora had inherited Evan's blue eyes that were so transfixed on his watch that she didn't bother to put up a fuss when he fed her like she normally did in the morning.

Her fists bashed against his wrist and her fingers got stuck under the strap on his left wrist that was around her middle. And Evan used the distraction to spoon a mouthful of scrambled eggs up and get her to eat.

Arching her back out, (Y/n) leaned her elbows on the counter in front of her and tried to drink the protein shake that tasted just like a very thick strawberry milkshake. In their house, they were used to calling them 'shakes' because when Ella heard the word milk, she panicked. To her, shakes were fruit smoothies and to Angel they meant either a smoothie or an actual milkshake.

(Y/n) couldn't sit at the table, not when she could smell the strong scent of eggs and the toast Angel had made. It made her stomach churn just thinking about it and the protein shake was already setting heavy in her stomach and making her throat tense with each gulp she took.

"Good girl," Evan praised when Cora ate most of her breakfast before she started to kick her legs out and bash her hands on his arm. Her sign that she wanted to go mooch about rather than sit here with them at the table.

Cora was only one and she could crawl and stand up if she had something to lean on, but she couldn't walk yet. Evan was desperate not to miss that moment. When Angel and Ella started to walk Evan was in odd jobs such as working at a bar during the nights, so he didn't miss their first words or steps. Now he was a firefighter, it was the only job he could ever see himself doing, but he knew it was going to mess with a few things with the family.

He didn't want to miss Cora's milestones or their next baby's milestones but he wasn't guaranteed to see them either. The only thing he was guaranteed was to be there at the birth when their next one was born.

Evan had cut the cords for all of their girls and he was determined to do it again this time around.

Standing up, Evan headed through to the living room and placed Cora down in the play cot beneath the bay window so she could scramble around with her toys and make as much noise and disruption as she pleased.

On his way back through to the kitchen, Evan grabbed a pink bobble lying unused on the side table and wrapped it around his wrist before he headed over to Angel. If he didn't do her hair now she would only grab him when they were heading out the door and demand he did her hair before they left. Evan would admit he wasn't the best at styling the girls hair, but he did alright and Angel had a thing for him platting or trying to mess with her hair.

He was sure it was somehow sensory for her, she would sit still for an hour and let him tangle his hands in her hair and mess with it and do all sorts of random styles and she didn't care. She didn't fidget like Ella did.

He stood behind Angel's chair and slowly started to drag his fingers through her hair, scraping it up so he could put it in a high ponytail. Just as he got the bobble wrapped once around her long sandy hair, his head snapped to the right and he looked across at (Y/n).

"You didn't just throw that up, did you?" Evan moved his hands down to rest on Angel's shoulders but his eyes stayed focused on his wife.

He could see the way she was hunched over the sink with one hand tightly gripping the edge of the sink and her other arm tightly bound around her middle. A sigh passed through his lips when (Y/n) didn't respond or turn around to face him; that gave him his answer.

"Alright you two, shoes on, go get ready." Evan arched his back and leaned over Angel until she tilted her head back to look up at him sweetly. He held his left hand out and curved his right hand over his left, moving his hand back and forth to sign for her to get her shoes on. They needed to get ready so he could drop them both off at school.

As soon as the pair of them left the table, Evan walked through the kitchen until he was stood behind (Y/n) with his hands on her hips and his lips smothering the back of her head. He didn't like going to work and leaving her when she felt like this. She had Cora to feed which wouldn't help her if she felt sick and then she had to go and pick up the girls this afternoon and make tea for them. And since he was on a double shift, she had to do the bath and bedtime routine for all three of them on her own.

"Are you gonna be okay if I go? I won't be back til tomorrow afternoon," Evan wouldn't finish or even leave the station until around lunchtime tomorrow and then he said he would pop and see Maddie and check how she was settling into her new apartment before he came home. He didn't want to go to work wondering if (Y/n) was going to be alright on her own.

"I'll be alright, I'll feel better by the time I have to get the girls from school, I promise." (Y/n) rubbed at her eyes before she turned around in Evan's arms and reached her hands up to caress his neck and jaw.

"If you don't feel well you have to ring me, I can always ask Maddie to pop round,"

Having his sister close by had never felt like such a blessing. Evan knew it had been hard on Maddie when she was with Doug, living so far away from him and the girls. She had been there when he got married and when she argued with Doug once and tried to leave, she had stayed with (Y/n) and Evan and had been around for Angel's birth. Then when Ella and Cora were born she travelled down to stay a week with them, but she always missed them when she couldn't come down to visit.

And Evan knew he didn't make things easier for her when he wouldn't let Doug come down.

He told Maddie she was always welcome in his home and he wanted her around more, but he refused point blank to entertain Doug. He wouldn't have that man around his daughters. But now she had left him and was staying in LA and so nearby, Evan felt complete. He had all his girls, his sister included, right by him where he wanted and needed them.

If he rang his sister and asked if she would stop by and check in on (Y/n), she never minded.

"I'll be fine, baby."

"You'd better be," He pressed his finger beneath her chin to tilt her head up towards him while a soft smile spread across his face. "I love you both, and I'll see you tomorrow,"

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Holding the door open, Evan leaned back and let Maddie walk in front of him into the house before he followed swiftly after her and shut the door. He had helped put a few new pictures up on the walls at her place but he couldn't refuse his big sister when she asked to come back with him and see the girls.

"Angel's in there," Evan pointed towards the living room while he kicked off his boots and Maddie hung up her coat on the rack. Her head ticked to the side and she looked at him quizically.

"How do you know that?" He had only just walked in the door along with her, how could he possibly know which girl was sitting in the living room?

"I saw the tv when I pulled in the drive, subtitles are on." He had caught a glimpse of the tv through the bay window when they got here and he could see Cinderella on tv with subtitles at the bottom. That and the fact that he could barely hear the tv in the hallway meant it was Angel in the living room. If it was Ella, she would have been blasting out the lyrics and (Y/n) always turned the tv up loud. Angel was the only one who had the subtitles on.

Evan followed Maddie into the front room and a fond smile overtook his features as he watched her go up to the sofa and lean over the back. She stood on her tiptoes to curve over the back of the sofa and wrap her arms around Angel who squealed loudly before babbling 'Auntie Maddie' a few times.

She was only ever comfortable talking around close family such as her parents or Maddie. The school were having a difficult time getting her to speak in class, even though she was in a select class specifically for hearing impaired children.

But Evan loved it when she spoke, even though just like him and (Y/n), she would use sign language at the same time out of habit. Her voice may be a little quiet or high at times and her words were slurred and drawled, but he loved her voice all the same.

Angel sat up on her knees and turned around to properly hug Maddie and her eyes shone and she waved when she saw Evan walking into the room.

"Hi baby," He walked over and kissed the top of her head, brushing his thumb across her cheek while Maddie moved towards the cot beneath the window, grinning and cooing at Cora who was starting to wake up. "How was school?" He wrapped one arm around her waist when Angel clung to his neck and he lifted her effortlessly up over the sofa so he could give her a bear hug.

"Good, we can go swimming tomorrow,"

"That's cool, we all need to go swimming, get Cora learning," Evan pressed another kiss to the top of her head. He remembered seeing the letter stuck on the fridge last week saying that Angel's class were going to do weekly swim sessions. He had signed the form but the letter was still on the fridge so none of them forgot she had to pack her costume into her school bag.

Evan leaned down and set Angel back on her feet but his head snapped towards the kitchen when he heard Ella's unmistakeable high-pitched scream followed by a very worrying cry.

He locked eyes with Maddie who paused her little dance with Cora as Evan gently nudged Angel towards her aunt before he took off towards the kitchen. He had heard something clatter, most likely Ella had dropped something and scared herself or thought she was going to get into trouble.

"Sweetheart you're fine- just come here-" (Y/n) dragged her hand through her hair before she tried to reach out for Ella but she screamed again sending a shudder through (Y/n)'s system.

Her eyes widened when she looked over and saw Evan stood in the doorway to the kitchen, trying to see what was going on.

(Y/n) had only been making up a bottle of milk for Cora because she knew the toddler would be waking up from her nap right around now. She didn't hear or see Ella toddle up behind her and when she turned around, she tripped over Ella. The bottle in her hand went flying and when it collided with the floor, milk sprayed out, splattering up the fridge, puddling across the floor and lathering Ella's legs.

Another horrid scream left Ella's lips which made (Y/n)'s head rattle and she closed her eyes, fighting off the headache as she slowly went down on her knees to grab the bottle and try to nudge Ella away from the mess. The five year old had just frozen in panic.

"Baby girl, come here." Evan moved over and grabbed Ella under the arms and lifted her up to move her away from the puddle on the floor.

He carefully stood her up on the table so she was level with him but when a burning cry left her lips, Evan cupped her face in his hands and leaned close until their temples were touching. The contact made her take a deep breath and the trace of a smile on his otherwise concerned yet stern face caught her full attention.

"Ella, if you can scream, then you're not going to go into shock. Look at me, you're fine, it didn't touch your skin, you didn't swallow any milk."

Evan kissed her nose before he reached over and grabbed the tea towel and started to swipe the remnants from her tiny leggings and make sure it didn't go anywhere else or actually touch her skin, just to be safe. She was using all her breath to scream, that was enough of a sign for her parents that she wasn't about to go into anaphylactic shock or it would have happened immediately.

A small whimper left her lips until Evan picked her back up and settled her on his hip, letting her burrow into his neck and curl her arms up against his chest like she was trying to disappear. He did his best to dodge round the puddle on the floor so he could reach (Y/n). He crouched down beside her and hooked his free arm under (Y/n)'s and lifted her up with him.

"Go sit down, I'll get Ella changed and clean this up. Maddie's here, she's snatched Cora so she won't need a bottle yet." He had to change Ella, just to be on the safe side, she would just scratch her legs and panic if not. But he would deal with the slight puddle of milk if (Y/n) went to sit down for five minutes with the girls.

Maddie had stolen Cora who would be happy and entertained for the time being. It was what she always did, came in, attached to the girls and entertained them and played with them. (Y/n) didn't have to do everything on her own, Evan was home now.

"Thank you," (Y/n) brought her hands up to rest on his chest before she pushed up to kiss him. She could feel his hand winding down from her waist to caress her bum when she sank her teeth down into his lower lip.

But a gasp left Evan's lips and his eyes shot open when Ella whined a grumpy 'daddy' before she grabbed his face and turned his head back towards her in a huff of jealously. He could taste the specks of blood on his lower lip from being roughly pulled away from (Y/n) and he darted his tongue out over his lip while his brows rose in shock.

"That wasn't very nice. You're needy, you know that?" He pouted down at his middle daughter but the only response he got was Ella patting his cheeks and pulling him down for a kiss.

"I wonder who she gets it from,"

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@mytalkingraccoon nominated me for this shit ugh

1. think of the last person who said i love you, do you think they meant it? he did, unfortunately i didn’t. 2. would you date an 18yr old at the age you are now? i mean i’m 18 so 3. when was the last you were aggravated and happy at the same time? like a month ago during s 4. would you ever smile at a stranger? yeah and i do cuz i’m a nice fucking person 5. is there someone mad bc you’re dating or talking to the person you are? not currently no 6. have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? yeah and i’ll link it 7. what exactly are you wearing right now? an old volleyball shirt and that’s literally it 8. how often do you listen to music? practically every waking moment 9. do you wear jeans or sweats more? jeans fo sho 10. do you think your life will change dramatically before 2014? i mean 11. are you a social or antisocial person? i’m a hybrid 12. have you ever kissed someone who’s name begins with the letter a? yeah and that was def a mistake 13. what about the letter r? no i don’t think so 14. can you drive a stick shift? yes but will i crash it? also yes 15. do you care if people talk badly about you? not really, just have the balls to say it to my face if you do 16. are you going out of town soon? no i don’t think so 17. when was the last time you cried? months ago 18. have you ever told someone you loved them? mhm 19. if you could change your eye color, would you? yeah maybe like a greenish color 20. is there a boy who you would absolutely everything for? my dad ig? maybe my guy bsf? 21. name something you dislike about the say you’re having. my skin is dry but that’s it 22. is it cute when guys kiss you on the forehead? i guess 23. are you dating the last person you talked to? nope thank god 24. what are you sitting on rn? the floor lmao 25. does anybody regularly tell you they love you? nope 26. have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? who hasn’t 27. who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? my f*ckbuddy 28. do you get a lot of colds? no i have an immune system like the fucking navy seals 29. where is the shirt you’re wearing from? from my high school 30. does anyone hate you? probably? 31. do you have empty alcohol bottles hidden in your room? no i throw them away cuz i’m not a pussy 32. do you like watching scary movies? yeah sometimes 33. do you wanna get your tongue pierced? god no 34. if you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? i mean they all suck but sophomore year of high school ig 35. did you have a dream last night? yes it was a weird ass dream with bucky the winter soldier and ben hardy archangel ok 36. when was the last time you told someone you love them? two days ago 37. do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? god i hope not marriage is for the weak im sorry 38. do you think someone has feelings for you? yeah. feelings of hatred 39. do you think someone is thinking of you rn? yeah probably 40. did you have a good day yesterday? yeah it was decent 41. think back 2 months ago. were you in a relationship? no 42. in the next 48hrs, will you hang out with a girl? yeah my sister lmao 43. has anyone told you they don’t ever wanna lose you? yeah but i don’t think they meant it 44. what’s the best part about school? LEAVING lmaooooo 45. do you have any pictures on your facebook? pft who has facebook anymore 46. do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? no i just text them lmao 47. do you replay things that happen in your head? yes constantly it’s a problem 48. were you single last summer? nope 49. is anything in your life like it was 2 years ago? god no everything is different 50. what are you supposed to be doing rn? nothing?? i don’t think?? 51. do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? no i don’t have daddy issues 52. are you nice to everyone hahahhahahahahhaha 53. have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? unfortunately 54. did you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? yeah? what kinda question 55. are you good at hiding your feelings? sometimes 56. do you think you like someone? i do not 57. have you ever kissed someone who’s name starts with j? no i’m pretty sure i haven’t? 58. do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? boys, girls are too sensitive and too gossipy and too 59. has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? LMAO YES AND THIS IS A FUNNY STORY BUT 60. do you hate anyone? no, i got no room in my life for h8 ;) 61. how’s your heart? i mean i got low blood pressure it could be beating a lil harder 62. is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? several things 63. have you ever cried over a guy? yes and i’m not ashamed 64. who is probably talking a load of crap about you rn? one of my exes maybe 65. are your toenails painted pink? no. oddly specific question 66. will your next kiss be a mistake? possibly? 67. do girls love it when their bfs cry? no?!?!?! what the hell 68. have your pants ever fallen down in public? no geez 69. who was the last person you were on the phone with? my dad 70. how do you look rn? fresh asf you already know 71. do you have someone you can be your complete self around? yes idgaf i’m myself around everyone 72. can you commit to one person? yeah 73. do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? yes and these questions are getting kinda repetitive 74. have you ever felt replaced? several times 75. did you wake up cranky? no 76. are you a jealous person? generally no 77. are relationships ever worth it? yeah and if you don’t think so your relationships have been toxic sry 78. anyone you’re giving up on? not rn 79. currently wanting to see anyone? yes, literally anyone. i’d like to see another human being 80. name something you have to do tomorrow. hydrate lmao 81. last person you cried in front of? oh geez it was 82. is there someone you’ll never forget? yeah i have a good memory 83. do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? i ain’t got feelings 84. if the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing rn? chillin& stuff 85. are you over your past? is anyone? 86. have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? yeeeet yeah 87. is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? mhm 88. if your fist true love knocked on your door with an apology and presents would you accept? AAHAHAHAHHAHA hellll nah 89. so the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3am, do you let them in? yeah they’re just coming over to f*ck again 90. have you ever liked someone who your friends hates? yeah 91. will you be in a relationship in 2 months? hope not 92. is there anyone you know with the name michael? probably shout out to micheal 93. have you ever kissed a matthew? ugh no but i’ve been tempted to 94. were you in a relationship in january? how was it going? yes& great! 95. were you happy with the person you liked in march? no i was not 96. is the last person you texted attractive? eh 97. who do you have texts from? my mom, my guy bsf, and my f*ckbuddy 98. if the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? “oh, cool!” (and also move on lmao) 99. have you ever kissed someone older than you? mm yeah 100. who’s in your pfp with you? no one??? 101. ever kissed under fireworks? yes i have ;) 102. has anybody ever given you butterflies? ofc lmao

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thosequeenboys · 4 years

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Love Is Love Is Love - Chapter 4 (Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello)

Summary: Ben, Joe and Alex prepare for Ben’s departure to film a movie in London, with all related emotions.

A/N: The next chapter will be cheerier, I promise, as the boys reunite - with some London surprises! Thanks to: @jessahmewren for your recent encouraging words that helped me reunite with my muse and work through this intense chapter! You’re the Bee’s Knees! Thanks also to: @heybuddy-drabbles for ongoing support and listening to me kvetch while writing this chapter. You’re the Cat’s Pajamas!

Warning: This chapter has smut. I mean, the guys are about to be separated! It has an 18+ Only warning and a fire emoji on my Masterlist. Some cursing too.

Tag List: @warriorteam1924 @cardyandy @watercolouredreams @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels @crazylittlethingcalledobsession @queensilveryrog @im-an-adult-ish @marianaletosnape @the-baby-bookworm @honeymazzello @igotsuckedintothevoid @oniriquex @roger-hardy-taylor @doctorqueensanatomy @chocolatekisses8

June was the best month because summer was just starting, and it stretched out carefree before them. The spring perennials had dried into brown stalks and were now replaced with hearty hydrangeas in blue and pink hues. The neighborhood’s evening rituals prolonged the seemingly endless days: tonguing ice cream cones before they dripped from the evening heat, racing scooters on the sidewalk, chalk drawing on the pavement, telling jokes on the stoop. The fragrant rose bushes arched over the iron fences that framed the small front-yard gardens. The evening activities extended into the darkness. Finally in bed, Alex found it hard to unwind despite Ben’s patient efforts. Lots of chatter and three books later, he finally fell asleep.

This June would be remembered for preparations surrounding the inevitable separation. While Ben put Alex to bed, Joe ventured upstairs to the ‘extra room’ where infant clothes in plastic bins and baby paraphernalia were scattered among items they seldom used. Walking through the maze of random possessions, Joe found and hefted a large suitcase and duffle bag on wheels and carried them down the steps into their bedroom.

Ben was stretched on their bed reading a script, his long legs crossed at the ankles. He raised his eyes at Joe’s entrance.

“I kept wishing these would magically appear, but….” Joe said, easing the luggage onto the racks he had set out.

Ben nodded and resumed reading.

“Ben, Baby, you have to talk to him. Start preparing him. It won’t really sink in until you’re close to leaving, but… You need to get him ready to separate from you.” Joe said.

The phrase ‘get him ready to separate from you’ made Ben feel like he was punched in the stomach. Finally, Ben spoke. “I’ve been putting it off….I didn’t want to think about it. Just focusing on the script. Compartmentalizing. I never thought the travel, being away, would have negative implications. It seemed par for the course and even glamorous. An Actor’s Life. I wasn’t thinking of a family. Now, it’s tearing me up to think of being away from him…and you.” Saying it made it real. Images of his upcoming destiny started to come into focus: he pictured being on the outskirts of the city, working on set for grueling hours every day and then alone in his London flat at night, managing the basics-meals, laundry – under a fog of exhaustion. It was as if he had to picture it to make himself accept it. Denial can only take you so far.

Joe climbed on the bed next to him. He could tell Ben was off in another place, anticipating the trip as he hadn’t until now. “Hey,” Joe said. “Don’t think about it tonight. Be here with me.”

Joe took the script tenderly, moving the Post-it stuck on the back to the open page. He leaned over Ben and placed it on the side table, then opened the drawer to retrieve the lube. He kneeled in front of him, tossing the lube next to them. He slid Ben’s t-shirt up, and with a combination of mouth and hands covered every inch starting at the waist band, pushing the garment upward to access more of that delicious, toned body. Ben raised his arms and the t-shirt was removed and tossed as Joe straddled Ben, gliding his hands softly now over the smooth, bare chest. “Joe…” Ben said, “Just…I want to feel you in me.” Joe pulled off his own t-shirt and removed his bottoms. Next, Ben’s sweatpants and boxers were eased off and tossed. Sitting back on his knees between Ben’s open legs, Joe’s strong torso arched back slightly. It exuded a perfect combination of intensity and softness, confidence and vulnerability, as would their lovemaking. The two naked partners eyed each other. Joe grazed Ben’s thighs, easing them apart, and the blonde closed his eyes, releasing an anticipatory moan, as Joe moved his hand to his husband’s hardening manhood. He worked it a bit as Ben gasped and thrusted to Joe’s rhythmic pulls. Joe moved his other hand tenderly along Ben’s jawline which caused his lover’s eyes to flutter. “Look at me, Baby.” Joe said. “I want to imprint your look – your passion and lust and love for me - into my brain.” He flipped the cap of the lube open, and Ben bent and spread his knees wider to allow full access.

Joe rolled next to Ben and started to ease his dripping fingers into him, one at a time, feeling the resistance and grasp, followed by the release, allowing him to enter deeper. Finally, Ben whispered, “Joe… God, feels so good. I’m ready.”

Joe kneeled in front of Ben and pulled him toward his own hardness, which he lubricated generously. He entered Ben slowly, propping himself on an arm, his other hand on Ben’s thigh easing it wider. They moved so right, so easily as one, each advance joining them, sealing their love deeply. Joe resumed stroking Ben, now fully erect, as their rhythmic thrusts quickened. “I love you, Ben,” Joe panted. “Love you,” Ben said. They both moaned as they released, their smooth movements becoming jerky. They disconnected, Joe rolling next to Ben, as they faced each other and kissed passionately.

The next morning, upon waking, Joe ran his fingers through his hair, last night a glimmer and reality looming harshly. “I need to get the apartment ready for Mariel. She’ll be here in a week.” With Ben’s extended absence, single parenting would be challenging for Joe, especially with his Netflix consultation requiring monthly trips to LA. The baby’s eventual arrival would add a layer of complexity. They hired Mariel, an au pair from Peru eager to come to NY, who planned to eventually study graphic design. Her references boasted that she was a warm, loving and responsible caregiver. While Ben knew this was a necessity, he was unsettled that their triad was vanishing. Sands would be shifting over the next year as a new normal emerged-a desired and exciting new normal, indeed. They would have to carve out a new family life with the arrival of the baby. The guys decided to hold off telling Alex about the baby until they reunited in London, figuring he could only process one big change at a time, the most imminent one needing to be addressed first.

After breakfast, Ben called Alex over and hoisted him onto his lap as Joe cleared the table, his eyes trained on the two of them.

“Hey, Buddy, I’m going to be leaving for London in a few weeks for work. I’ll be gone over the summer, but you and Papa will visit me in the middle, so it won’t seem like that long. And we’ll FaceTime in between, so you can tell me all about your summer. Alex listened. “And, the exciting thing is you’ll have someone special to keep you company-a woman named Mariel. She’s super nice and she can’t wait to meet you. She’ll live in the apartment downstairs. She’ll take you to gymnastics and music, and she…”

“ I don’t want ‘she.’” Alex said matter-of-factly. Why would he? “I go to Lon-down. Papa too.”

“I know you don’t want someone else. But, Papa has to work and go to LA sometimes. I’ll be working so much and wouldn’t be able to spend time with you if you lived with me in London. So, Mariel will help take care of you. It will take some getting used to, but I know you’ll like her.” Ben encouraged. Alex had said his piece and didn’t see a need to prolong the discussion. In his child-like fashion, he quickly scrambled to higher, more familiar ground. “Gymnastics.” he said, sliding off of Ben and proceeding to the foyer where he sat on the bench and waited for help with his sneakers.

“That went rather well,” Ben said eyeing Joe, not trying to cover his sarcasm. He knew this was the first of many discussions, and as the day of his departure approached, there would be more emotions all around. For now, he packed a water bottle and some snacks and joined Alex to prepare to leave. At the kids’ gym, Ben peered through the window in the parents’ waiting area. He gave himself permission to bask in Alex’s unrelenting joy as he raised and lowered the parachute with his mates, and ran into it when it was his turn, retreating to his spot before it fell upon him, his feet moving in time to his giggles. Ben hoped the reality of their imminent family changes would land just as gently upon him as the parachute would have, had he not escaped its billowing descent in time.

So, it went like that leading up to the separation. They’d mention it, Alex would listen and then deflect. Joe, meanwhile, dealt with his own onslaught of emotions by pouring his energies into helping Mariel acclimate to their routines and home, the details of which he documented copiously. She joined their excursions and began to get comfortable with them and dote on Alex. Ben showed Alex images of London: double decker buses, the London Eye, Big Ben (not named for Daddy), The Princess Diana Memorial Playground-hoping to build his enthusiasm for their reunion, while reinforcing that Ben would be in another place. Alex gradually registered the images and the impending reality. He couldn’t ignore the clues that Ben’s departure was lurking: Ben’s sudden shopping trips to pick up last-minute items and Joe throwing items into the suitcase, packing and repacking. Then there was the vocabulary associated with travel and separation. The worst word, Alex decided, was ‘gone.’ It was concept he couldn’t fully wrap his head around, but it had a finality and a sadness. He knew it meant that Daddy wouldn’t be with him.

Four days before Ben’s departure, Ben and Joe woke suddenly to loud wails. “OHMYGOD,” Ben bolted out of bed in his boxer briefs and tore down the hall to Alex’s room, where he found him sitting up in bed, tears falling off his face. “Alex, are you sick??” Ben practically dove onto the bed and wrapped him in a hug. Joe appeared at the doorway. “You left and didn’t say bye-bye,” Alex said through tears.

“You had a bad dream! Of course, I’ll say good-bye and I’ll hug you…..I won’t leave without saying bye-bye. I promise,” Ben reassured.

The day before his departure, Ben brought Alex to the couch. He took two small blue microfiber pouches from his backpack. “I got us some things to help us look forward to seeing each other and remember our times together when we’re apart. Want to see what I got?” Alex nodded enthusiastically. Ben handed him a pouch and helped him loosen the strings and open it. Alex reached in and took out a puzzle piece. Ben retrieved a puzzle piece from his own pouch, which he inserted into Alex’s, forming an octopus. “When we see each other, our pieces will join. But meanwhile, each piece is waiting for the other, just like we are waiting to see each other.” Alex nodded. He reached into the pouch and took out a little whale statue. Ben took out a sea turtle statue. “We both have a sea animal.” Ben noted. “When you come to London, we’ll go to the Aquarium!” Alex smiled. Next up were a pair of small model airplanes. “When you visit me, you’ll get to fly on an airplane, and this one,” Ben said, retrieving his own, “will bring me home to you.” Finally, Alex reached in and pulled out a glittery firm heart. Ben took his out too. “These hearts remind us that even though we’re not with each other walking or talking or laughing or playing or reading, we’re still together -- in each other’s hearts.” Ben lined his red heart up on Alex’s chest, while he eased Alex’s hand that clutched his red heart against his own chest. They smiled. Then, Ben put the items into their respective pouches. He leaned over and kissed Alex, who wrapped his slender arms tightly around Ben’s neck. That feeling was the most important thing he wished he could stuff into his pouch.

The final morning Joe’s eyes opened at 5:45. They had 15 minutes before Alex usually woke up and a little over an hour until Ben’s departure. He rolled over and draped his arm over Ben, who was curled up on his side facing away from him. Joe’s other hand stroked his blonde hair. “Hey, pretty boy, how about a treat to start the day right,” Joe cooed in his ear. Ben rolled toward Joe onto his back and Joe’s hands followed, draping one over his chest and the other on his forehead, fingering the blonde tresses. He moved on top of Ben, letting his weight press into him. Ben beamed up at him, wanting to take that feeling - the heaviness, the warmth, the familiar, perfect fit - with him. They moved together urgently, clothed in boxer briefs, kissing as soft moans escaped. Joe latched onto Ben’s neck, sucking him slowly, leaving fresh marks, the ones from the prior night had started to fade. Ben’s mouth found its way to Joe’s neck, leaving marks as well. Time of the essence, Joe slithered down Ben, taking Ben’s boxers with him.

“Hey,” Ben crunched his abs with a raised head.

“Are you protesting?” Joe asked.

“No, I mean, What time is it?? Alex will be getting up….” Ben glanced sideways at the clock.

“I’ll make it quick. Lie back. I want you to leave you with a memory of me, showing you that I love you.” Joe took in Ben eagerly, with focus and passion.

“Oh. God. Fuck. Joe.” Ben’s voice was low, and steady, his hips rising slightly in time to his quickening heartbeat. “Yeah, like that. Fuck. Harder,” he directed. His clipped exhales were punctuated with a rhythmic chant, “Joe. God. Harder. Joe…” Ben felt himself so close to release, his hands tugging on Joe’s auburn locks, when the unmistakable voice called out.

“Daddy? Are you leaving?” It was a sad question, with a known answer.

Joe detached himself from a heavily panting and pink Ben, who held his breath to stop making any noise, his heart beating into his throat, his stomach in a tight curl. After a deep breath, Joe uttered firmly, “Alex, we need a few minutes to get up. Go downstairs and play. We’ll meet you soon..”

“Ok,” the soft voice padded away.

Joe glanced at Ben eager to finish him. “I can’t, he needs me….I won’t be able to…” Ben said breathlessly, his head raised.

“You can and you will, if I have anything to do with it.” Joe said. He wanted to please Ben and have a few more moments of intimacy, delaying the inevitable. Joe knew it was time to pull out the big guns. “I want you to come for me, with my lips wrapped around you…sucking you hard, taking all of you in. I’ll look up at you as you thrust into me, and release into me, looking so beautiful. Can you do that for me?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Ben crashed his head into the pillow, aroused again, and Joe resumed his skillful pleasuring. He added a gentle massage of Ben’s balls, causing Ben to resume his chant between moans. Ben came, Joe’s name on his tongue as the gestures slowed, and a final kiss was granted.

“Mission accomplished.” Joe smirked, easing next to his husband.

“God, you’re amazing.” Ben said panting. Then turning to Joe, he asked, “Do you think he heard? You know, when he was outside the door?”

“Heard you cursing? Moaning? Telling me how to get you off? Chanting my name? Probably. Look, he’s good in math. Eventually he’ll figure out that you cursing PLUS you moaning my name over and over TIMES you sounding slightly bossy EQUALS you having an extra spring in your step.” Joe smiled, very proud of the audible results of his handiwork.

Ben looked horrified.

Joe winked. “Don’t worry-at this age, Nah.” He switched gears. “I’ll duck into the bathroom quickly and then go downstairs.”

“Joe,” Ben said. “I can…”

“You don’t have to….I have last night as my go-to.” A vision of their prior evening’s passion that started in the shower and ended in bed flashed before Joe’s eyes. “I wanted to give you something special to remember me when you’re away.” Joe whispered.

“You’re imprinted in me. All of you. I love you so mu…” Ben stopped, overcome with emotion. He swallowed. “We better get moving. I’ll take a quick shower.”

Joe’s hand reached for Ben’s jaw and a kiss enveloped his beautiful full lips.

There wasn’t much talking over breakfast, each of them consumed by their own emotions. Alex ran a small car back and forth on the table, the movement distracting and soothing him. Ben kissed his head before he made a final trip upstairs to finish his ablutions and pack a few final things. He returned with a backpack slung over his shoulder, maneuvering the heavy suitcase. “I better call the Uber,” he said, moving the luggage to join the full duffle bag, already by the door. Joe wiped the counter with a sponge, yet again, trying to distract himself from his own emotional onslaught.

Ben went over to Alex and sat down. “Hey, Buddy, come here.” he tapped his knee. Alex came over and Ben picked him up under his arms. He brought him back against his chest and wrapped his arms around him. “I have my blue pouch in my backpack, so I’ll always have it close by. You have yours on your bedside table, yeah?” Alex nodded; his distress evident.

“Good. I’ll miss you and I’ll think of you every day. We’ll FaceTime…” Ben’s phone lit up. The Uber was two minutes away.

Joe sidled behind Ben’s chair and rubbed his back as he stood up, easing Alex off his lap. They walked to the entry foyer and Joe took the suitcase down the stoop. Ben grasped the backpack and duffle bag and Alex’s hand. The car pulled up just as they arrived on the sidewalk. The driver loaded the luggage and opened the passenger door. The three boys hugged.

“Text me when you land,” Joe said.

Ben nodded and then kneeled bringing Alex in for a final hug and “I love you.” Rising he brought Joe into a hug and kiss. They both uttered “I love you,” at the same time. They chuckled, and Ben peeled away. He eased into the car and shut the door. Joe and Alex waved to Ben who turned around and waved out the back window.

Joe stood behind Alex and placed his arms on his shoulders. “C’mon, Babe. Let’s get ready for playgroup. Now we’ll start counting the days until we see Dad again in London.” Alex nodded. He placed his hand on his chest, soothing the emotions that collected there, causing a metaphorical ache. He didn’t need any words or pictures. He now understood the meaning of ‘gone.’

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realize-who-i-need · 4 years

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MID SPOILERS(?):

ok so, i just finished midnight in salem 10 mins ago let me discuss some things. lets go likes and dislikes:

likes !

- more characters (though i feel like they could have been fleshed out more, didnt care for anyone other than the hardys, mei, deirdre, and lauren)

- the pancake and potion making games were fun

- drama with ned (i wish there was more, its so fun to see them argue and make up)

- the hardy boys were the saving grace of this game, i love them so much, even if they looked a little strange in this game

- dad actually answers back?? woah

- connections to history (tituba, the hathorne/parris name changes, etc)

- NANCY WENT OFF ON THE CULPRIT! actually showed a true confrontation where the culprit argued back and it almost seemed like the judge was gonna believe them over nancy. nancy really held her ground and presented the evidence well

- the town was cute if u put it on high quality

dislikes !

- i could make a whole post about how this game is clearly unfinished but we’ve all heard that and we all know, her interactive did not make this game, it’s a shell of a nancy drew game, but it was still enjoyable if u forget that it’s supposed to be connected to the previous 32 games

- if you’re gonna make a crowd in the town (it wasn’t really necessary) at least make enough npc designs where there isnt 3 of the same person next to each other. lmao.

- why the fuck can you not call bess and george?? they weren’t even mentioned? we got hardy boys ned dad and deirdre but.. bess and george,, her best friends,, arent in the game at all

- the new voice actress has a nice voice, but she is not a good actor. god. even the side characters had more emotion when speaking. she sounded so flat, like she was reading the script out loud for the first time. it really fucked up the flow of the conversation, when someone would say something like a normal person and nancy replies like a person actually trying to sound like they cant act. it wasn’t unbearable but it just made me skip thru most of the conversations

- there were like, no puzzles. a nancy drew game with like 5 puzzles max? fr?

- there was no danger to die throughout the game. nancy drew games are known for the strange and creative ways to “die” and use the second chance, but were there any at all? like maybe with the drowning part but other than that??

- there were no parts where nancy had a limited time to sneak thru someone’s stuff. there wasn’t any sneakiness at all really, and the closest that it came to was finding the tituba letter which causes lauren to find u immediately and have no repercussions. this game is way too safe

- nancy is a coward omfg. she wouldnt even attempt to get into mei’s room or the evidence room or anywhere she wasnt allowed, which is her THING! nancy sneaks and snoops and does questionable legal things like breaking and entering and flat out stealing for her cases. it makes u feel like there is real risk. there was none of that in this game :/ not my nancy

- soooo many cut scenes. it felt like watching a movie rather than playing a game

- this game wanted to force you to play how they want (ex: not letting you leave an area before finishing talking/looking around), while in past games, u could fuck around for hours and explore and play minigames wherever without having the game hold your hand or force cut scenes onto u. it was so jarring, id get annoyed when characters would randomly stop me while im trying to follow my own path

- the jumpscares? thats when i was fully thrown off and it felt like a movie. they were unnecessary tbh, nancy drew games have never relied on jumpscares to create the atmosphere of the game

- the characters speaking did not match their lips it was kinda funny

- there’s definitely more i can’t think of but these are the main points

- no actual easter eggs, and not enough reference to older games. no sonny june??:?:?

in conclusion:

i enjoyed it as a game but not as a nancy drew game. everytime i remembered i was playing as nancy drew, i would notice the bad stuff and get annoyed easily. i think everyone in the clue crew should play it, but expect it to be very very different than any other game. this is not only a new game design, a new voice actor,,, this is a new nancy. i hope the future games consider the fanbase and the charm of the original games :(

#mid spoilers #nancy drew pc games #her interactive #nancy drew games #nancy #nancy drew #frank hardy #nd #joe hardy #the hardy boys #midnight in salem #mid

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m0etenchandon · 5 years

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A game of beer pong (Reader x Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee)

Authors note: This concept came to me watching a youtube video and i have not been able to stop thinking about it since. Taking matters into my own hands, here is a smutty fic about it. Sorry its without Rami. Also, english is not my first language so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. It has also been literally 7 years since i last wrote anything that wasnt for school. Smut is also not my strong suit. Sorry it sucks. I, however, once had a smutty one direction one shot series that had 50 K readers on onedirectionfancition.com woops thats embarrasing

Warning: SMUT, reader x Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee, some guy x guy action (blink and you miss it), drinking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

Word count: 4.2 K

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Lounging on the sofa, your head in Joes lap and feet on Gwils, the night had taken a dull turn when someone had decided to put on a movie on Netflix. In fact, no one really paid attention to it, just mindlessly scrolling through their phones, occasionally showing each other funny pictures. Ben pulled out a rather unflattering picture of a woman clinging on to a pillow and said, “look this is Y/N right now”.

“Oh fuck off Hardy, you’re just jealous Joe is getting all the attention and not you”

“Maybe I’m more jealous that you’re the one getting to lay in his lap”, Ben teased back at you.

“I know you are”, you said cuddling further into Joes lap. His hand stroked you hair.

“Wow guys, there is more than enough of me to go around”, Joe laughed.

“Why am I always the one being left out of things like this”, Gwil said, faking being hurt as he clutched his chest over his heart.

The teasing continued back and forth, but eventually, it died down and the boys went back to their scrolling. You however, had had enough.

“Guys, let’s do something fun! It’s a Friday night and here we are, sober and almost falling asleep! You´re so boring” you said standing up.

“Well, what do you suggest, YN”, Gwil asked. You simply went over to the cupboard where you knew Joe kept his booze. After successfully finding a full bottle of vodka, you also pulled out a six-pack of beers from the fridge and some red cups from another cupboard.

“What are you even doing?”, Joe asked, stunned that you were raiding his flat like it was your own.

“Setting up beer pong, duh! Now, do you have any balls?”

“I´ll show you balls”, Ben snickered, earning a wicked grin and wink from you. Joe groaned but went to his spare bedroom, shortly emerging with a few table-tennis balls in his hands.

“Perfect! Now get up you guys! This will be fun I swear”, you beamed at their reluctant faces.

“Alright, what are the rules then YN” Gwil questioned, helping you set up two triangles of glasses.

“We will play in teams of two, and the aim is like always to get the ball into the opponents cup. If you do manage to get it into their cup, the person on the other team whose go is next, has to drink the contents of that cup” you started pouring beer into some cups, and vodka into others.

“After drinking, you have to do a dare set by the other team. If the person throwing misses the cup however, they have to answer a question from the other team”, you finished, going to stand on one side of the table. Ben immediately followed and stood next to you.

“I want to be on YNs team, you guys suck at beer pong” he laughed towards Joe and Gwil who went to stand on the opposite side.

“Your loss, YN” Joe smugly said.

The game started innocent, with Joe missing the first cup and had to answer who his celebrity crush was. Now, it was Bens turn. He missed by half an inch, earning a loud laugh from Gwil and Joe. Their question for Ben, however, had you gasping.

“Ok, this game is not going to be boring. Ben, where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex”, Joe said with a ´cool as a cat´ tone in his voice. Your eyes went wide, and you saw Ben shift uncomfortably next to you.

“Wow, okay, uhm.. I guess in a car. Im not that adventurous really”, he said, a blush creeping onto his gorgeous face. Both Gwil and Joe started singing “im in love with my car” on top of their lungs. Off key obviously. You on the other hand, felt a pit in your stomach. Of course, Ben was ridiculously hot, but you’ve never thought of him in that way. Until now. Fuck. You wanted him to fuck you in his car, slowly fogging up the windows. This was going to be a fun game, and damn you had every intention on getting them all flustered by the end of it.

Gwil was next, and the ball went straight into the cup like it was no biggie. The cup, of course, was one of the vodka ones. You whined but poured it down your throat, followed by a few coughs.

“What is the dare then”, you questioned already feeling the alcohol mix with your blood. Gwil turned to Joe and started whispering to him, a devilish smirk planted on their faces. Shit.

“We dare you to, in detail, act out your last wet dream”, Joe said eyeing you down. You could hardly believe your own ears. They wanted you to do what!?

“No way I’m doing that, that’s ridiculous”, you stated. How could you even begin to tell them that it included all of them, this table, and lots of orgasms.

“And besides, you won’t be able to contain yourself if I were to do it”

“Fine, but we need some sort of punishment if we don’t do the dares”, Ben stated. You all nodded.

“How about, we have to remove an article of clothing if we refuse”, you said, toying with the hem of your shirt. You could hear Ben doing a sharp intake of breath and muttering “bloody hell” under his breath. However, they all agreed saying it was a great idea, and you complied. Trying to not look like a dork while taking your pants off, you turned around and pulled them down your legs. When you finally turned around, which took like a year Gwil thought, you were met with three pairs of eyes studying you hungrily. Thank god you had put on a (slightly see through) lace set from fenty.

“Guys pick your jaws up of the floor! My turn”, you stated smugly. You were simply loving the effect you had on them, and boy were you only getting started.

Having played beer pong a fair few times, you hit the cup with ease. Joe groaned and downed the beer inside of it, before looking at you with a questioning look, waiting for his dare. Before you could even get a single word out, Ben blurted out:

“Suck a hickey onto YNs neck”. His eyes were dark as he looked between you and Joe. The latter looked like a deer caught in headlights, so you decided to make things easier for him and walked over to the other side of the table.

“Go on then, do your best”, you whispered in his ear and saw him visibly shiver before bringing his lips to your neck. The soft moans leaving your mouth as you tangled your hands in his hair had him feeling lightheaded. Gwil and Ben was watching with awe, uncomfortably shifting in their positions on either side of the table. This game had taken a turn which none of them had seen coming, but that they found themselves desperately wanting. Their pants growing tighter and tighter.

Joes lips left your neck with a pop, and he studied his masterpiece with a smug look on his face. His confidence had suddenly shifted.

“My turn”, he whispered into your neck, this time you were the one shivering. He pulled apart from you and went to do his shot which he of course made.

The game went on for several rounds, leaving two cups left on Gwil and Joes side, and three left on yours and Bens side. The dares and questions were only getting more and more raunchy, hitting peak when you had to pretend to do oral on a cucumber. Gwil and Ben were stood only in their boxers after being too shy to answer some of you and Joes wild questions. However, you still had your t-shirt and underwear one, the same as Joe.

It was Gwils turn, and the ball went straight into the cup. His eyes were drilling holes into you as you finished the beer.

“I dare you to make out with me”, he said in a moment of bravery, surprising even himself. You did not need to be asked twice. He looked divine where he stood, only wearing boxers which left very little to the imagination. You walked over and put your arms around his neck before crashing your lips onto his. His tongue immediately swept over your lips asking for permission to enter, which you gladly granted. He pulled you close to your body and you could feel how hard he was against your stomach. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss and pressing yourself harder against him, earning a groan back. Ben and Joe looked at the two of you with lust in their eyes, their own boners feeling almost painful against their boxers.

After what felt like just a few seconds, you pulled away from Gwil and immediately went back to your spot to throw the ball. Acting like you weren’t even faced by the moment of intimacy a few seconds ago, you threw the ball straight into the cup. This time, Joe was the one receiving the dare.

“I dare you, Joe, to make out with Ben”, you said and placing a hand on Bens naked back. To your surprise, neither boys even though about it twice before crashing their lips against each other. As the kiss grew more heated, their dicks rubbing against each other slightly, you groaned. Wetness had started to pool in your underwear ages ago, and you were sure the boys were clearly able to see through your lacy panties at this point

“Fuck that’s so hot”, you muttered under your breath as they pulled apart.

“We aim to please, YN”, Ben winked your way earning another groan from the depth of your throat. There was a very apparent wet spot on the front of his grey boxers, telling you that you weren’t the only one enjoying the game.

Joe was up next, and he missed.

“Describe the last time you jerked off, and what or who you thought about”, Ben asked him earning a protest from Joe.

“That’s not fair, that’s embarrassing as fuck”, he whined.

“Well I guess you will have to take off your shirt then handsome”, you said swirling your wine glass that you had poured yourself a few rounds ago. He whined again but pulled his shirt off and threw it at the other pile of clothes in the corner of the room. You now had all three boys in just their boxers, and man, were you enjoying the view. Ben obviously looked like a Greek god, and you almost couldn’t keep your eyes off the lines going into his straining boxers. Gwil had a toned stomach, nice and lean. You would run your fingers up and down his torso all day. Then there were Joe. His little tummy got you all giddy inside, but those arms had you clenching your thighs together for some sort of sweet relief.

“Hmm what a sight for sore eyes you all are, boys”, you flirted. They all blushed, growing even harder.

There was now only one cup left before you and Ben had cleared them all, and you were more than ready to end this game and move on to other activities.

“You got this babe” you whispered into Bens ear as he got ready to throw the ball. And lo and behold, he made it earning a sloppy kiss on the cheek from you with an exaggerated “muah” sound.

“We did it. Hah, suckers”, you teased at Joe and Gwil. However, they were far from sad. Pure evil and lust was all that was evident on their faces.

“We still have one final dare, YN”, Gwil said in a low voice which made you want to pounce him right then and there. Both him and Joe started to walk around the table, intensely staring you down like you were their prey. Ben somehow seemed to understand what they were getting at and stepped closer to start playing with your hair. You gulped.

“You see, all this teasing has gotten us all riled up. Do you see what you do to us, baby”, Joe questioned. Your head was yanked down, and you looked at their bulges threatening to rip through the fabrics of their boxers. You gulped and nodded. “I think it is time you did something about it, don’t you boys?” They all nodded at Joes statement.

“Wanna feel those lips on my cock YN”, Ben whispered into your ear, impossibly close. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Bet you are a tight little slut, aren’t you”, Gwil continued. You nodded again, even more wetness pooling in your underwear.

“We dare you to get on your knees and suck us off. Now”, Joe growled pushing you to the ground.

With shaking hands, you pulled his boxers down. His thick dick almost slapped you in the face in the process. You quickly started to lick at the pre-cum oozing out of his tip, wanting nothing more than to please him at this point. Joe hissed and pulled your hair into a sloppy ponytail, guiding you towards his hard length. You wrapped your hands around his base and slowly put the tip in your mouth, sucking lightly. The moans that came from his mouth were animalistic and porn worthy, which encouraged you to take more of him into his mouth. Ben and Gwil palmed themselves, the latter had even pulled out his dick and was shamelessly jerking it at the sight of you sucking Joe off.

You took Joes balls in your hand and started to play with them, earning another deep growl.

“Fuck you suck my dick so good baby. I’m not gonna last”, he moaned. You hummed around him and pulled off with a “pop”, wanting this to last longer.

“Who´s next then”, you asked looking up and the other men. Gwil were quick to literally shove you onto his dick, which you gladly accepted. His dick was thinner but longer, making him hit the back of your throat with ease. As you sucked him off, you barely noticed Joe moving your body and pulling your underwear down until you felt a pair of lips on your clit. Joe had maneuvered under you, and you were hovering just above his face. He lapped at your juices making you moan around Gwil who was still mindlessly fucking your mouth with his cock.

“Fuck you’re so wet for us baby. Taste so good too. Gonna make you cum like the little slut you are, edging us on all night”, Joe said against your heat, sending shivers down your back. You reached towards Ben and pulled him out of his boxers, feeling bad that he was missing out on all the fun. As soon as you started jerking his painfully hard length, he let out a guttural groan. That voice of his was literally going to be the death of you.

You kept up your tempo on the two boys until Joe stuck two fingers inside of you and attached your clit with his tongue. Gwils cock slipped out of your mouth and your hand that had jerking Ben off dropped to the ground trying to stabilize yourself.

“Holy shit Joe I’m gonna cum”, you said starting to feel a tightening in your lower stomach. You grabbed onto Joes head and started rocking your hips against your fingers and tongue.

“Who’s making you feel this good huh, angel?”, Ben growled, hands coming down to play with your nipples. At the same time Gwil started sucking on the sweet spot on your neck, just next to the hickey from Joe from earlier. You were unable to form sentences as this point, racing towards the point of no return.

“Fuck.. you Joe! Omg you guys! Shit… im gonna.. im gonna!”. You didn’t even get to finish your sentence before pleasure washed over you, making you clench your thighs over Joes head, not even caring at this point.

He let you ride out your orgasm before the lifted you off him. Completely spent, you collapsed on the floor trying to regain your breath.

“That is the hottest thing ive ever seen”, Gwil said, going to stand alongside Ben and Joe.

“Yeah same mate”, Ben agreed.

“She tastes so good, want to try”, Joe asked. His fingers traced along Bens lips who gladly took them into his mouth. Joe then put his fingers into Gwils mouth. He licked them clean while staring you down, which made you grow even wetter.

“Let’s bring her to my bed and finish the job”, Joe said helping you stand. You were still high on your last orgasm, but damn if you were going to pass up the opportunity of having them all in bed with you at once.

Ben easily picked you up bridal style and let Joe lead you all to his bedroom before throwing you down on the bed. He quickly followed, spreading your legs and lining up with your entrance.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I met you YN. You can’t believe how many times I’ve thought about you while jerking myself off alone in my hotel room” he whispered into your ear. Fuck that was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. His voice making you try to rub your thighs together for some relief. Little did he know you had done the same about him.

“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl, angel?”, he continued, earning a nod from you in return.

“I need you to use your words angel”. He stroked your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him. Those light green eyes were filled with lust and you whimpered at the thought of him inside you.

“Please Ben, I need you”, you whined. Ben immediately thrusted into you, filling you up to the brim. His cock was a perfect medium between Joe and Gwil, and you gasped at the size. He, however, did not let you get used to him and started thrusting at a slow, but hard, pace. You clawed at his back and went to kiss him. His lips were soft against yours. You bit down on his bottom lip as he perfectly hit your G-spot.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum again, Ben”, you moaned, arching your back.

“Think you can do one for each of us, darling”, Gwil asked stroking your hair. The mere thought of having four orgasms in one night made you see stars.

“Omg I need you all, fuck please let me cum Ben”. He snaked a hand down and rubbed fast circles on your clit while keeping up his hard thrusting. Your orgasm was fast approaching, and you clenched around his length as you came. Hard. You screamed his name as he came as well, you clenching around him being too much to handle. Ben rode out his own orgasm before pulling out and slumping down onto the bed, totally spent. You could feel his seed slowly dripping out of your entrance and down your thighs. You were totally spent, but neither Gwil nor Joe had had their turn yet.

“Gonna take you doggystyle ok, darling”, Gwil whispered crawling over to you. He easily turned you around and propped you on all fours, facing the head board of Joes bed. You were so spent you were unable to form words. Instead, you wiggled your bum in front of Gwils crotch, earning a low growl from him before the poked at your entrance with his cock. Sliding himself in was easy, your juices mixed with Bens cum made an excellent lube.

Once he bottomed you out, you moaned into the pillow in front of you trying to not cause a noise complaint from Joes neighbors.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me, darlin´. Taking my cock so good, aren’t you? Feels good doesn’t it?”, he asked before biting into your shoulder. God that accent was going to be the death of you.

“Yes, Gwil.. fuck me.., make me cum again please, Gwil”

“I think.. oh my god.. Joe over here is feeling a little bit left out, isn’t he”, Gwil asked. His hand went to snake around your neck, slightly choking your moans. Joe was suddenly ripped from his trance staring at where Gwils cock entered your pussy and looked up at Gwil with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Take him into your mouth like the slut you are”

You made grabby hands at Joe, suddenly feeling like having his cock in your mouth would fulfill all your needs. He didn’t need to be asked twice, positioning himself at your lips. Gwil continued to thrust into you while you took Joe into your mouth. With every thrust, a moan escaped your mouth which sent electric bolts up Joes cock. Gwil still had his hand on your throat, feeling how Joe was sliding down and you swallowing around him. He brought his free hand down to your clit while simultaneously hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Shit I’m gonna cum”, you moaned letting Joe slip out of your mouth.

“Go on then, cum for me darling. Clench your cunt around my cock”, Gwil growled feeling his own orgasm approaching. Your fingers dug into Joes thighs who was still in front of you, coming closer and closer to the edge. With one final, perfectly angled thrust, Gwils name fell from your lips as you came along with him. Both your moans mixing as you fell forward into Joes lap. He brushed your hair with his fingers as you came down from your third orgasm.

“Can you take one more for me baby girl?”, he asked in a soft tone. Although you were completely spent, you really wanted to feel Joe. All of him. Therefore, you nodded looking into his eyes. He lent forward, his lips briefly meeting yours. They were gone way too quickly though.

“Gonna make it quick I promise baby”

He laid on his back and pulled you to straddle him. Just feeling his hard cock barely touching against your aching clit made you moan, which Joe of course heard.

“We don’t have to if you’re tired”. He brushed a strand hair behind your ear.

“No, I want to, Joe”, you answered finally lowering yourself onto him. Even though you were completely spent, the thickness of his cock stretched your falls perfectly. Muttering swear words combined with his name under your breath, you slowly started moving up and down his length. However, you had almost no energy left within you, so Joe held you up and started thrusting into you instead. His fingers immediately found your clit.

“One more orgasm for me baby girl, I know you can do it”.

His hips snapped faster and faster, and his fingers edged you towards your fourth orgasm of the night.

“Please YN, I’m gonna cum too soon. Need you to come for me, baby girl”

A few more thrusts and you were screaming at the top of your lungs. All the air was punched out of you and you didn’t even register that Joe came as well. You collapsed onto his chest and tried to regain your breath. Joe wrapped his arms around you, soothing you.

Ben had fetched a damp towel and cleaned himself up first. The sight of you letting his two best friends fuck you had made him hard again and he had to jerk himself off.

“Can I clean you up, angel”, he asked.

“Y.. Yeah. Tha-ank you Ben”, you barely managed to whisper. Joe slipped out of you earning a whine from the depth of your throat. You were so sensitive at this point. Ben tried to be careful cleaning his and the two others cum off of your pussy. You flinched even at the slightest touch. He apologized and pressed soft kisses to your lower back as he finished.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced”, Gwil said. He laid next to you and Joe, looking at you with admiration in his eyes.

“Yeah, shit, I might have some new answer to those questions from earlier now”, Ben laughed. You chuckled slightly against Joes chest, still not having the energy to get off of him. That was a fun game.

“Sorry I’m smothering you”, you said to Joe. He smiled in return.

“You most certainly are not. I’m thoroughly enjoying this YN”

You fell asleep on his chest a few minutes later. Gwil and Ben also stayed the night and you woke up all cuddled in a heap in the middle of the bed. You could definitely get used to this, and this was not going the last time the four of you played a game of beer pong whenever you were bored (or horny)

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moviestorian · 4 years

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Im glad the asks helped! I have anxiety and depression and can understand what youre going through. My ask today is what are your thoughts on Bo Rhap as a movie?

Thanks! :) I’m above all extremely happy to see people on this site being so kind and supportive in time of need, it’s a human quality that will never get enough praise! I’m also really sorry to hear about your problems. :( I send you lots of love, I can imagine how difficult it must be for you, but I’m sure you're strong and coping❤️

As for your actual question - that’s some truly excellent and interesting timing, considering that I rewatched BoRhap (with @incblackbird) literally three days ago. :P It was already my third rewatch, and while I enjoyed the movie overall, I liked it quite significantly less than upon the last time I saw it. Of course, there’s been gazillion discourses about BoRhap, whether it’s genius, extremely evil, etc., but since it’s such a broad topic (and I think some of my opinions could potentially outrage certain parts of the fandom), this time I’m going to stick to purely cinematic terms.

Needless to say, the soundtrack is excellent - with music such as Queen’s you don’t really have to do much, but they made a good choice of songs, alternating between their best known hits (We Will Rock You, Somebody to Love, Bohemian Rhapsody) and songs to fit the narrative (Doing All Right, Now I’m Here, Who Wants to Live Forever, Love of my Life). It’s practically impossible to leave the screening of BoRhap without at least one Queen song stuck in your head.

The cast was overall very good, too. My personal favourites in terms of acting were Gwilym Lee (who I liked even more than Rami), Rami Malek, Lucy Boynton and Allen Leech - I think they did a great job with their roles as they were written (whether their characters were well written or not is a subject for a whole another discussion). All the side characters were well acted, too (Mike Myers, Meneka Das and Aaron McCusker, for instance, I found particularly memorable), but I must admit I wasn’t a big fan of Joe Mazzello and Ben Hardy, but even they weren’t bad. So, acting is definitely one of the strongest points of the film.

Moving on, I also think they did a great job when it comes to costumes (Brian lending some of his old clothing definitely helped) and make-up (except for Roger’s wigs, perhaps); the choreography and stage movement for the characters were super well done, too - and it definitely wasn’t an easy task!

Now, let’s discuss cinematography. I will talk about editing in a separate paragraph, so for now I’m gonna stick to other aspects. The composition of shots struck me as rather mediocre, nothing particularly exceptional in either good or bad way, it was pretty basic but rather correct. Of course, there were some shots I really liked, but if I were to start adding screenshots the post would become way too long. XD The colours I really liked, especially in the musical scenes - they were vivid and lovely, and they used a combination of colours that I tend to appreciate in cinema, like various shades of blue and red. Finally, the camerawork - for dialogue scenes it was correct; again, rather average with some use of handheld camera which served no particular dramatic purpose, but it wasn’t nowhere near very bad, also it’s quite a common thing in modern biopics I would say. Handheld camerawork isn’t bad in default, but my comment largely comes from my personal preferences: in most cases I don’t really like it, especially when it’s particularly shaky. Then, there are scenes in BoRhap which display excellent camerawork, namely Live Aid and We Will Rock You scenes. If most scenes were filmed like that, I would give the movie a higher rating.

Before I move to the worst (imo) cinematic aspects of the movie, let’s have a look at writing. It is probably the most divisive thing in the fandom - people seem to either adore or absolutely loathe it; my stance lies somewhere inbetween. The first time I saw the film (I’m gonna remind you that I’ve seen it four times), I had certain objections, but the script didn’t bother me all that much; I was mostly simply having fun in the cinema. With every next watching, the experience was getting gradually worse, but even now I don’t hate the movie. Yes, some of the dialogue is cheesy, trite and makes me cringe a bit - certain parts of the script definitely end on an “overly sentimental” territory, I can’t deny that. Knowing quite a lot about Freddie, Queen and their stories, I generally think they deserve a better script; some characterisation was a bit offputting and chronology was all over the place. Having said that, I understand where some of those narrative choices come from, as scripts for mainstream movies require oversimplification of events, archetypes, and patterns. And quite frankly, I don’t think BoRhap differs any drastically from most modern biopics; it’s not a masterpiece, but - in my opinion - it’s also not bad overall. Regardless the flaws of the script, the movie still managed to emotionally affect a huge, if not major, portion of viewers, entertain and move them, and honestly? I think that was pretty much the point. Btw, there were some lines that I really loved, like “Puritans in public, perverts in private”, and I still think that their decision to cut from Live Aid performance to Ray Foster’s grim face during We Are the Champions was the funniest shit ever. XD Would BoRhap’s script benefit from sticking to historical accuracy? I’m gonna say yes, I think so - the scenes that were the closest to actual events are definitely the strongest - but this approach would require tons of changes, including narrowing down the narrative scope and probably the characters, too. Also, a lot of people keep forgetting that this is not an arthouse, niche film and therefore resorts to narrative and cinematic choice that compromise between satisfying the fans and the newbies; it’s meant to tell a (simple) story and entertain, not educate and provoke existential and philosophical debates. Still, I think the script could have been done a bit better, because some scenes (the tour “Now I’m Here” montage) feel a bit...random?

Finally, the infamous editing. I totally agree that it was one of the most undeserving Academy Awards that year, because some scenes were simply atrocious, with their unmotivated and overly fast cuts and unreasonably ridiculous face that doesn’t fit the dialogue scenes, and those are honestly the worst when it comes to pacing and editing. I think the editing is the worst aspect of BoRhap; but even here, I could point at some examples of pretty amazing editing (Oscar-worthy? Not necessarily, but definitely very good); again, I’m gonna bring up Live Aid and “We Will Rock You” scenes, especially the latter, because less people talk about it. I already mentioned that it has some really nice camerawork AND colours, but also the editing is actually really cool, because it’s cut to the music! Which makes me think: “what a shame!”, because if they went with different editing choices, the movie would be affected in a positive way. The way we have it, it’s either a hit or miss (sadly, mostly miss), and the badly edited scenes are pretty striking, so the ones that are done nicely are unfortunately a wasted potential.

Okay, this is already waaay too long, so I’m just gonna finish with a few general remarks. Well, despite BoRhap’s flaws, I still like and enjoy it. With every screening slightly less, but enjoy it anyway. I don’t think any amount of discourse will ever take away my positive experiences and memories from seeing it twice in cinema. It sparked my previously dormant love for Queen and united me with some people in the fandom and in real life; making this movie made Brian and Roger happy; as a result, I like this movie. It brings back a lot of positive recollections, which sometimes is more important than critical discussions. And boy, do I adore those - I’m often critical and I adore analysing stuff academically; but I think that not all daily interactions require those and depending on who’s asking and what about, I’m capable of switching between the two options. If somebody asks me in 25 years whether I remember the times of BoRhap’s release, I’ll be far less likely to say “yeah, the editing sucked and writing was cringy, I remember the discourse on tumblr and instagram” than “Yes, I remember that chilly evening in December when I had a really fun time and ended up with 10 Queen songs stuck in my head”, because the latter is the experience I want to remember.

Thank you for this ask! Hope it wasn’t overly exhausting to read, I didn’t proofread this, sorry! xx

#answered #anonymous #is this my #the film anon #?#wera talks queen #borhap #welll this ended up longer than i even expected XD #i was trying to be as objective as possible but it's possible that i sneaked some unpopular opinions in there :P #wera talks film

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Cry to Me Ben Hardy x Reader

Howdy again! I'm here with a gift for the incredible @owensgrxdy ❤ I saw that you enjoy movie soundtracks & since we share that in common I went through some of my favorite movies which landed me on this song! Its from Dirty Dancing and I really suggest you give the song a listen.

Few things before you read: this is a good old fashioned (lover boy) friends to lovers troupe, theres a kissing scene & mention of sex, but I wouldnt say this is 18+. Still read with caution, if that kind of stuff bothers you please dont read **i cant do cuts im on mobile stop judging me**

Doncha feel like cryin'

C'mon baby, (c'mon) cry to me

Had it really been twenty-three days? Twenty-three entire days that your apartment grew colder by the minute.

Google advised you on day eight that it takes three months to get over a major break up, so you began to keep tally on the wall paper of your mind.

For twenty-three days your body only knew work and your couch. A shower weasled its way in there only a few times. You hated to admit that, but you can't step foot in your shower without thinking of every thing that occurred in it. All of the roaming hands, pleased noises, muscles tense then relaxed.

You shifted on your couch. The memories placed a sad pit in your stomach. You'd give up everything just to have him back. Maybe not even him, just the comfort of him, if that were even possible.

A few loud knocks landed on your door. You knew it couldn't be him, but you still held the hope. Quickly, you stood and walked to the door. Just before opening you adjusted your more than oversized shirt and gave your armpits a sniff. You were good to go to open the door.

But you hesitated. If it were who you wanted it to be he would clearly see the mess you were. Frankly it was embarassing. The man walked out one week before Christmas, all things he wanted to keep already packed. He had to have it planned for a while.

You took a step back. There's no way you're answering the door now, your mind talked you out of it. But the knocking happened again. It was freezing out, you couldn't leave him there, so you opened the door.

It was just Ben.

"Oh...hey, what are you doing here?" Ben rarely showed up unannounced.

"You weren't answering any of my calls." Ben let himself in. It was infact freezing. He trudged snow in with him.

"Yeah, sorry. I-I've been busy." That was true. You were busy moping and you could tell Ben knew by the way his eyebrows raised at you.

"Well, I haven't seen you in a month. I brought wine," Ben looked around and saw the bottle you already had open, "but I guess you've had some already."

"It's been twenty-three days actually." You took the bottle of wine and sauntered toward the kitchen. Ben followed and leaned onto the island.

"What?" He asked and you sighed.

"It's been twenty-three days." You informed him again and allowed him to follow you back to the couch.

The television was the brightest thing in your space. You had a few christmas lights up, but many of them weren't lit. You could never figure out how to fix them, but your ex knew. Another reason why you wanted him there with you.

"Well that's much too long. I should've came sooner." Ben brought his feet onto your coffee table. You slapped his knee, he moved them reluctantly.

"It's fine. You were working."

"Yeah, but I never fail to make time for you, and you need a friend right now." You didn't intend to scoff at Ben's words, but you did.

"What I need is a machine to just erase everything in my brain." Ben shook his head at you.

"I'm sorry he hurt you. He's such a dick. Anyone that can walk out on you like that has no idea what they're giving up." Ben always knew what to say.

For the first time in over three weeks you cracked a bit of a smile. You moved closer to Ben and lay your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you Ben. He left and I...I just felt so alone, which is so stupid because you're my friend, you're always right there. Always one call or text away." You stopped talking to take a breath. Tears were beginning to form along your water line. Sitting there with Ben made you realize you hadn't really allowed yourself to cry.

"I just didn't want to come to you like this, crying." You finished talking and Ben took hold of your hand.

"Please don't ever hesitate again. Cry to me all you need, I'll turn the world upside down to make you feel better." The sincerity in Ben's voice was richer than it had ever been.

You looked up and Ben's eyes were red too. "God, I'm sorry." You let go of Ben's hand to bring your own to his face. Your thumb caught a tear and wiped it away.

When you went to move your hand away, Ben's came up. He held your palm against his cheek. Then, in the swiftest but most gentle motion, Ben moved his head to press a kiss on your palm.

Surprisingly you gasped, but didn't move. Ben kissed your palm again, then your wrist, and traveled further up your arm. "You're beautiful," Ben kissed your upper arm, "you're valid," he then kissed your collarbone, "I love you," you weren't stopping him, he kissed just below your ear, "I'll do anything for you." That's where Ben stopped.

Your breathing had quickened without your knowledge. Ben had never been so intimate with his kisses before. He had kissed your hand or cheek when greeting you, but this felt as if he had been wanting to kiss you that way.

The two inches of air between his mouth and yours grew thicker. "Would you really do anything for me?" Your question was barely audible. It seemed like if you made in sudden movements that your mouth would collide with his.

"Of course. You're my.." Best friend. Ben was going to call you his best friend, but he didn't want to say that. He didn't want that title anymore.

"Best friend." You finished for him and he nodded slowly. Neither of you had moved. "Would we still be best friends if I kissed you?"

Ben raised his eyebrows at you. "I suppose, can't know for sure. I mean we haven't done...it."

His lips are a little thinner than yours so at first it seemed as if your lips were cradling Ben's. As the kiss went on Ben grew more confident, his hand found its way to the nape of your neck which sent your mind spiraling.

Ben used his thumb to rub lovingly on your cheek as you kissed. You don't remember when exactly, but his tongue was now tangled with yours. He felt so amazing. The urge to wrap your legs around him grew more intense as the seconds passed. You were going to, but Ben pulled back.

Fear immediately swam through your body. Ben was searching your eyes for something and you prayed he could see that you wanted this. You wanted him. Even though you felt as if you never knew how badly you wanted him until now.

"You just broke up with him. I can't do this. I don't want you to regret it." Ben felt as he was on fire. He waited ages to get you where you are, but he couldn't move forward if you weren't completely on board.

"God Ben, why didn't I choose you? Am I crazy?" You and Ben laughed for the first time since he arrived.

"Maybe a little, but that's okay." Ben's tongue darted between his teeth as he smiled and you groaned.

"Stop being cute Ben, you're killing me." He laughed more, this time hiding his blushing face between your neck and shoulder.

You were still best friends. Best friends that spent Christmas day having sex, eating, watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas, then more sex.

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

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: 1.4k

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: none, horrible writing tho, probably boring as hell because it’s a filler chapter. im pretty sure that half of this fic is like angsty all the time, sorry

A/n: thank you for reading so far. love ya, sweets. also I was in such mood for like 2007-2017 songs. hmu to be tagged

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Next morning you woke up way too early for your liking. Unable to sleep when your thoughts kept you up at all times. Since it was way too early you decided to go for small run around the neighbourhood. Usually when you were at Ben’s place you tow together used to go for a run.

Afterwards getting dressed and folding the yellow sweater neatly on the back of the sofa you stumbled into the kitchen. Knowing your way around, you fed Frankie while making something for yourself before leaving. While you patiently waited for the tea bag to soak in the mug of water, you stood leaned against the kitchen island and looked out the window where later in the evening will be party. Your attention was at the pool where the morning sun was making the water sparkle.

“’morning.” Deep raspy voice made you jump. Turning around you saw Ben who was sitting at the other side of the counter and making himself a cup of coffee. In nothing but sweatpants.

“Good morning.” You smiled.

“Why are you up so early?” you asked him. If you were in his place after such long plane ride you would have slept all day. At first Ben didn’t answer, just got up and walked around you to pour water for his coffee. Then sitting back down he rested his elbows on the counter, holding the mug under his nose and staring at the counter.

“Well?” you asked with raised eyebrow. Ben was still debating on the answer.

“Nina snores like a bulldozer.” He said finally taking a sip of his coffee. His answer made you snort so loudly that it made Ben look up at you.

“Don’t tell her that I said that.” He quickly added with rise of his eyebrow.

“Never.” You smiled and took a sip of your own tea, then turned around to finish making your breakfast.

“What are you making?” Ben asked politely, while fishing his phone out of pants pocket.

“Belgium waffles.” You said, cutting up some fruit to go along with them.

“Can I have one?” He asked hopefully.

“You can have two.” You chuckled and turned around with plate of waffles in your hands. Seeing the food in your hands, Ben smiled like little boy first time in candy shop.

“Hell yeah…” He grinned putting down his mug of coffee. Both of you turned at the sound from the living room and the small padding of the feet.

“Hello…” you cooed at Frankie who had graced you two with her presence. But Frankie wasn’t the only one who graced your presence, because soon enough Nina showed up too.

“Where did you go, Boo? Left the bed all cold and empty.” Nina said yawning while coming into the kitchen. B-lining straight to Ben’s lap.

“Couldn’t sleep at such fine morning.” Ben looked at you. Then Nina looked at you:

“Good morning, y/n.” her eyes slightly narrowing at you, but then she noticed the waffles.

“Oh yummy.” She grabbed the fork and attacked the closest one she could reach. You only discreetly rolled your eyes and took a sip of your tea.

“Want one?” Nina smiled at Ben while seductively putting bite of waffle in her mouth.

“Maybe later, Nina.” Ben looked at his phone, appetite suddenly gone.

“I went for a run.” You started quietly.

“And?” Nina seemed uninterested by that.

“Without me?” Ben asked instead.

“You were sleeping, Ben.” You looked at Frankie instead of him.

“And I found the leash on the shelf and I took Frankie with me. So, you don’t have to take her outside for a while. She had so much fun running along and chasing birds.” You explained and wiggled your fingers at Frankie.

“You are a fucking gem, y/n. Thank you.” Ben seemed so thankful and genuinely happy for your help.

“I better get going.” You said noticing Nina’s expression and washing your mug.

With small nod you went back into living room to pull on your shoes and grab your stuff. You were almost ready to go when Ben stopped you.

“Hey. Why are you leaving so soon?” He asked, small smile playing on his lips. Damn, you were melting at that.

“You two probably have some catching up to do and I don’t want to interrupt your breakfast.” You answered politely.

“Well, for starters, it was mine and yours breakfast.” Ben smiled.

Was it, though? You wanted to ask. So, you opt for small chuckle and dodged it:

“I’ll be back for the party in the evening. See you then, Ben.” You wanted to hug him, already taking a step closer when your eyes jumped to the kitchen where Nina was leaning against the door frame, making you stop in your tracks. You decided that having an angry girlfriend on your enemy list wasn’t something you wanted.

“Okay, I’ll be going then.” You curtly nodded and went out the door. What you didn’t see was Ben turning towards the doorway and seeing how Nina ushered Frankie out of the kitchen to go back and finish your breakfast.

Later that day you were getting ready for the party, when you received a message. At first you thought that it was from your girl squad, but checking your phone you saw that it was from Ben.

bEnJamiN: can we talk?

y/n: like now?

bEnJamiN: maybe not now

bEnJamiN: but sometime later

y/n; we gotta a party later

bEnJamiN: but before that?

y/n: busy till the last second, sorry

bEnJamiN: got it

y/n: don’t be salty now, Ben. What is it that you want to talk about? Nina?

bEnJamiN: well you didn’t let me finish last night

y/n: that’s dirty, Ben

bEnJamiN: YOU GOT WHAT I MEANT

y/n: don’t allcaps me now, it was your own fault for choosing words poorly

bEnJamiN: can I get to the point?

y/n: yesssss

bEnJamiN: I just want to tell you what you didn’t let me tell you last night

Biting your nails, you looked down at your phone:

y/n: is this something you want to talk about on the phone?

bEnJamiN: I would prefer to talk face to face

Shit, you weren’t ready last night, you are not sure if you are ready now. You really hoped that he would tell it on the phone, so you wouldn’t have to show your tear ridden face.

y/n: okay

bEnJamiN: I’ll see you at party and then we can talk. It’s not going to take long

y/n: you sound like my mum

bEnJamiN: someone has to be responsible

After that you didn’t answer. You weren’t sure what to tell him. With doubtful mind you were getting ready for the party.

*****At the party

Well, you didn’t think that there would be this many people. You were getting ready for like ten to twelve people. But when you stepped into the house with your friends it added up to almost 27 people.

“This was not what I imagined when I planned this.” You said to Rose while walking into the mass of people.

“Who are half of theses people?” Maddie asked on other side of you.

“I have no idea …” you drawled out. Who was playing Awolnation’s Sail at the start of the party? You glanced around, trying to find some other people you recognized. But none. Everyone was yelling along the lyrics.

“Did Ben hire extras or something?” Rose asked pulling on your hand.

“Don’t know. No. Of course, not.” You said, trying to out-speak the volume of music.

“Hey, you go girls. I need to find Ben.” You decided to get things done. As the song changed to the Call my Name by Cheryl, you made your way through crowd, someone’s hand on your wrist stopped you.

“What?” you let out confused sigh.

“Hello, beautiful. From which side of the company are you?” some young man smiled at you. It was the first time you have seen his face.

“Do I know you?” you asked politely.

“I am Brad.” Guy smiled at you. Well, that’s a generic name- you thought. Also, was he trying to flirt with you or something, because it wasn’t going well.

“I’m Y/n.” You smiled but looked around, still searching for Ben in the crowd.

“So, what brings you here?” Brad asked.

“Friend.” You answered, eyes still searching.

“I hope just a friend.” Brad smirked. Damn it, you were here because of a friend, because of a friend on whom you have a fucking crush.

“Yeah…” you nodded.

“Care to join for a drink?” Brad asked. Honestly you were in no mood for a drink at the moment.

“Maybe later.” You tried to sound polite and not like total dick. Well, Brad didn’t take it too well.

“Come on, beautiful. One drink. With me.” He said stepping closer.

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Here With My Friends

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Description: a guy gets handsy with you at a bar and Ben notices

(hiiiiii i finally and starting on my story ideas list again its been forever im so sorry ily all sm and thank you to @idontbelievethiss for the story idea!!!!)

Word Count: 1,396

A celebration was in order for all of the cast members on Bohemian Rhapsody. Filming had just ended and they were all so thrilled to have made such an amazing film. They were exhausted, yet had adrenaline running through them from finishing the last scene. Rami, your best friend, had planned a night out with everyone and you. You were like Rami’s little sister. He had invited you on set so many times, you lost count. You had gotten super close to each member of the cast, except for one with the name of Ben Hardy. Not that he was mean to you, the two of you just never really clicked. Which was ridiculous, seeing as you had the biggest crush on him. The two of you butt heads a lot. If you said the sky was blue, he would argue and say it was red. Silly stuff like that.

But tonight was about all of them and their newfound success with this film. You were so happy and proud for all of them. You were beaming when you entered the pub and glanced around. You spot them instantly at a table near the bar. You slide off your jacket and straighten your shirt. You wanted to dress nice for tonight and were happy with your getup. You catch Rami’s eye and he smiles widely. He throws his hands up and yells loudly. You can tell he’s already drunk. You laugh as you walk up and he engulfs you into a huge hug.

“Y/n’s here!” he shouts.

You can smell the alcohol on him. You laugh against him and lean away to face him.

“Someone’s having fun!” you say back.

His face is flushed as he smiles widely.

“Someone’s just a lightweight.” jokes Lucy, as she walks up and hugs you tightly.

She was another one of your best friends. You met her through Rami and the two of you instantly clicked. She was like the sister you always wanted.

“I can agree with that.” you joke back, causing her to giggle.

Gwil and Joe walk up as they greet you. You hug them both and tell them congratulations for the movie. You glance over to Ben and he’s sipping on a beer. Unlike the rest of them, he’s not drunk. You’re slightly surprised.

“No shots tonight?” you ask him as you walk up.

He raises a brow and shakes his head, taking in a deep breath.

“Nope. You might could use one.” he says, smirking.

You roll your eyes and fake laugh at his failure of a burn. He teasingly smiles to you and you can’t help but smile back. You walk around him as he stares at you intently. You make your way up to the bar and lean against the counter, trying to get the guys attention. He spots you and walks up. You order a few drinks and thank him. You stand there patiently as you wait. You feel a presence next to you and look over. You half expect it to be one of the boys, but it’s not. It’s some tall brunette man who’s smirking down at you. You half smile back and look away, feeling his eyes still on you.

“Alone, are you?” he asks.

You can smell the booze on his breath. You take an awkward step over, not liking how close he was to you.

“Nope.” you say back. “Here with my friends.”

The man continues to look at you and suddenly turns so now he’s facing you.

“Let me buy you a drink.” he says.

“Already got one, but thank you.”

He raises a brow and nods his head. He looks you up and down as you force yourself to focus forward. He gets even closer and lowers his head to your ear. You freeze as every hair on your body stands up. You didn’t appreciate unwanted men who think they can invade your personal space. His breath is warm on your neck and you shudder.

“How about you and I go for a walk maybe?” he asks, smiling.

You look to him fast and make a disgusted face.

“How about leave me alone?” you ask back, moving farther away.

He only scoots closer. You roll your eyes and turn to tell him to fuck off, but you’re cut off as his hand grabs your arm harshly. He looks up to where your friends are and realizes no one is watching you. He pulls you towards him and looks back to the door. You try to free your arm as panic sets in. This man was huge compared to you. You smack at his arm, but it’s no use.

“Not like they’ll miss you.” he says as he takes a step back, with you still in his arm.

“No!” you shout out.

Yeah, he realized that your friends weren’t looking over at you. But Ben was. You punch at his arm again as tears flood in your eyes. You’re shock subsides as you go to scream out Rami’s name, in hopes he can hear you over this music. But before you can, the man is harshly shoved off of you. You grab your arm and rub the sore spot. Tears flood down your cheeks and you’re shaking profusely. You look over to the man and realize it was Ben who had shoved him from you. He now had him pinned against the wall. Ben’s face was bright red as he screamed at him. He leaned the man forward and shoved him harshly into the wall once more.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her!” he hisses loudly at him.

The man looks terrified as Ben practically shakes with anger. You wrap your arms around yourself as the rest of the gang look over and realize what’s happening. You sob to yourself and just want to leave. Ben then raises his arm back and goes to punch the man.

“Ben!” you cry out.

He’s hears your distressed voice and turns back to look at you quickly. Rami and everyone else are trying to make their way through the crowd to get to you. Ben watches as your scared eyes stare at him, pleading him to help you. He drops his hand and lets go of the man, not taking his eyes off of you. He knew you were terrified and he wanted to comfort you. He runs to you and gently wraps his arms around you. You nuzzle your face into his chest and weep. People around you had seen what happened and they all ganged up on the guy and threw him out. Ben rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head, trying to comfort you.

“You’re alright.” he whispers as he feels you shake. “I’ve got you. You’re alright.”

The rest of the group rush up wide eyed and confused. They look to Ben and he just slowly shakes his head, telling them to not say anything. He had this. They look at you sadly as you sob against him. What had happened was almost traumatizing to you. You lean away and look up to Ben. His big green eyes look worried as he scans over your face. He takes his hand and moves some hair from your eyes. He brushes his thumb over your cheek and wipes away some tears.

“I wanna go home.” you whisper.

He nods quickly and looks back up to the everyone else.

“Alright, yes. I’ll get you a cab-” he goes to say, unsure if he should accompany you or not.

His questions were then answered.

“Will you go with me? I’m too scared to go by myself.”

Ben’s heart swells at your statement and he smiles down to you.

“Of course I’ll go with you. I’ll fight anyone that even looks at you funny.”

You laugh against him which makes him smile. You lean away as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him. He looks back to everyone and nods his head, letting them know you’re okay. The two of you make your way outside and he waves his hand for a cab. You look up to him and stare as he looks around to make sure that guy wasn’t there.

“Thank you.” you say.

He looks down at you fast and gently smiles, pulling you even closer into him.

“Always.”

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megalony · 9 months

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Painless- Part 2

This is a new Henry Cavill series I am going to be working on, any feedback would be amazing. I hope you all like it.

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Summary: Henry and (Y/n) have their hands full looking after their kids, especially Toby who has a rare genetic condition where he can't feel or process pain.

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"Boys, come on we're leaving." (Y/n) tapped her fingers against the banister as she tilted her head back, supressing a groan. They were going to be late if none of them got a move on and (Y/n) didn't like being late for anything.

"I'm ready, mummy," Birdie tilted her head back to look up at her mum and (Y/n) smiled sweetly down at her girl leaning up against her leg.

"I know you are, baby. At least one of you listens to me."

"Pushchair?" With big eyes, Birdie glanced her eyes around the hallway, looking for her prized purple pushchair that she usually went out in.

Birdie was big enough and old enough to walk by herself now but she preferred her pushchair. She was too panicked to walk when they went out in public in case there were lots of people around and she couldn't keep up with her family or she got lost. Last time they went out to the park and she walked, Henry ended up carrying her around when she started to scream when a stranger got too close.

It didn't help that the paparazzi often flocked around and took pictures, they only made her more nervous and Henry had fought them off many times, telling them to leave his family alone.

"Not today baby, you can try walking with us, okay?"

(Y/n) hated the look of shock and terror that dwelled in her daughter's eyes and for a moment she looked like she was debating whether to scream or cry. With a deep breath, (Y/n) crouched down in front of her and gently held her sides, pulling her closer.

"We're going to use this," Reaching out to the banister, (Y/n) grabbed the small backpack and held it out to show her.

She slipped the straps over Birdie's arms and buckled it up at the front before grabbing the long strap attached to the back to show her. It was essentially a harness with a lead that (Y/n) or Henry could hold so if Birdie went wandering and actually walked today, she couldn't stray too far and they could pull her back if need be. They were hoping that it would make her feel safe enough to walk with them instead of being carried or pushed everywhere. It also meant she could play with her cousins too.

"Daddy, I want-"

Walking towards his girls, Henry crouched near Birdie with a wide smile on his lips that stopped her in her tracks and took her by surprise as she gawped at him, wondering what this smile was for.

"Wow, don't you look like a big brave girl today? Are you gonna walk with daddy today, hm?" He took the strap from (Y/n) and looped it safely around his wrist which he held out to Birdie to show that he wouldn't let go and he would have control and safety over her. He knew if he gave her some confidence and showed that she was safe, she might just agree.

When she nodded her head and smiled shyly, Henry grinned and pressed a sloppy kiss to her forehead before he stood up and she clung to his leg as if to make sure he wasn't going to leave her.

"Are we going then?" Henry shrugged on his jacket and stuffed his phone and keys into his back pocket.

He leaned forward to kiss the back of (Y/n)'s head, swooping his arm around her waist but he frowned when he couldn't see the twins ready and rearing to go. They were meeting Henry's brother and kids at the park and then going out for dinner before Henry had to head to the gym for evening training. They weren't leaving themselves much time before they were going to be late.

"The boys aren't listening to me," (Y/n) gave him a certain look and tried to refrain from smiling when Henry's hands found her hips and he slowly weaved behind her to get to the stairs, passing the backpack strap over to (Y/n) for a moment.

She watched him stomp the heel of his boot down on the bottom step and brace his hands on the wall and banister while he looked up at the top of the stairs.

"Get your arses downstairs, we're leaving. Don't make me come up there." Henry leaned back up and held his hands out with a broad smile when the unmistakeable sounds of doors shutting flooded downstairs and the twins could be heard scuttling around on the landing.

"I'm here," Levi ducked under Henry's outstretched arm, smiling when he felt his dad pat him on the back before he hurried to get his trainers on.

"What are you wearing?" Henry's hands found his sides and he cocked a hip out when he looked Toby over. He had on a pair of shorts, a black and blue gaming shirt and no socks on his feet or jumper over his head. He wasn't going out like that.

"What?"

"Baby I told you we're going out to the park, go put something warmer on." (Y/n) shook her head while she grabbed Levi's jacket and handed it over to him. It wasn't exactly summer weather outside like Toby was dressed for, he couldn't go out wearing that he would make himself sick.

"I'm fine."

"Listen to your mum, go change."

"I live in neutral, I won't get cold," Toby went to walk down the last three steps until his dad grabbed the edge of the banister and his arm blocked him off like a barrier.

Neutral was how they usually described Toby because he didn't feel hot or cold, he didn't shiver, he didn't sweat and his skin didn't get pale or turn red depending on the weather. He was physically unchanged by it and he didn't react, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get affected by the weather and Toby didn't understand that.

He thought that because he couldn't feel the cold weather, it wouldn't affect him. He couldn't grasp that weather he felt or reacted to the temperature didn't matter because it would still make him ill. Being too hot could give him a fever and make him sick or dehydrated and being too cold could bring down his body temperature and make him hypothermic. He wasn't immune to anything just because he couldn't feel them.

"You won't feel the cold but you'll certainly get one and be sick. Go throw on some trousers and socks and a hoodie or don't come out with us, we don't have time for you to argue. Move it or lose it."

Toby groaned when Henry held his shoulders and turned him around before giving him a gentle push up the stairs.

"We're gonna be late," (Y/n) whispered with a roll of her eyes. Levi was already out the front door, kicking a football against the wall to entertain himself until they left. And Birdie was chatting away to her teddy like she was reprimanding it for something.

"We've been late for worse reasons than this, least we have a polite excuse this time." Henry binded his arms around her waist and tucked his face into the crook of her neck, smiling into her skin.

He was right, the amount of times they had been late because they had been too busy in the bedroom. Now they didn't have to think of an excuse, they were late because of Toby, not their shenanigans.

"Right, go, go go." Henry ushered them all out the door when Toby barelled back down the stairs in appropriate clothing and Henry wrapped Birdie's strap around his wrist again. He rested his hand on the back of her head for reassurance as they all headed out the drive. He knew if things went wrong with Birdie he would just carry her back home, but they had to experiment and try new things to get her to cope. She couldn't stay in her pushchair forever, no matter how endearing she was and how badly Henry wanted her to stay his little baby girl forever.

(Y/n) leaned her head back on Henry's shoulder, watching the twins jog a few paces in front of them, passing the football between them. Her eyes kept flitting back down to Birdie every now and then and she smiled when the four year old slowly worked up some courage when they rounded the corner. She took a daring step in front of Henry and walked one short pace in front of him but it was enough to make her parents smile.

"Here, catch it Birdie." Levi rolled the ball towards her, slow enough that it wouldn't knock her over or fly past her.

She stared at it for a few seconds, rather unsure of what to do before she picked it up and bounced it against the floor, giggling madly when it bounced high and went back towards Levi.

They continued passing the ball between the three of them for a while as they crossed the street and rounded the corner. It was almost a twenty minute walk to the park but none of them minded. (Y/n) was always pleased that the kids would walk- or in Birdie's case, be pushed- anywhere, no matter the distance and they didn't squabble or complain once. They all loved to be outside.

"Come walk with us Birdie, I'll hold you." Levi reached out towards the strap Henry was holding and smiled.

He liked looking after her, she was a little shadow when they were at home and she clung to Levi more than Toby who always got frustrated with her because she was younger.

"No!" Birdie practically screamed before she backed up and curled her arms around Henry's leg, digging her short nails through his trousers and smothering her face into his leg until her hot breaths could be felt on his skin.

"Just keep playing with her bud but I'll hold it. I've got it babygirl, I won't let go I promise. Come on." He smoothed down her hair and kissed her forehead before gently uncurling her from his leg, encouraging her to keep walking. She wouldn't feel safe unless one of her parent's was holding the strap and were still in control.

"Good girl,"

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"Alright bud, how we doing?" Henry peeked his head around the bedroom door and smiled at Toby who was sat on his bed watching a movie.

He hadn't long come home from training and with Birdie already settled down in bed, Henry always made it a point to check in on the boys and spend a bit of time with them before they went to sleep too.

He walked over towards the bed and went to sit down on the edge but he barely managed to sit before Toby was suddenly in his arms. He latched his arms around Henry's neck and pushed into his chest like he was trying to merge them together.

"I haven't been that long, bud." Henry chuckled and started to rub his hand up and down Toby's back. He had only been a few hours, usually he got this kind of response when he'd been gone a few days. It was the worst when he had to relocate for filming, being apart from the kids was never something Henry could cope well with. But he loved coming home to them and falling to the floor with all three of them in his arms.

He opened his mouth to say something else but stopped himself when his eyes narrowed on something on Toby's bedside table.

Burn cream.

That was something they had to have a lot of with Toby since he couldn’t feel anything hot or cold, he simply felt a neutral temperature no matter how cold or warm it was outside or the temperature of the water.

As a toddler, he was always burning the roof of his mouth which had scarred beyond belief. He had burned his hands a few times trying to run a bath before Henry made a rule that he couldn't do it himself anymore, if he wanted a bath either Henry or (Y/n) had to run it and check it. But Toby could get a shower without help since it had a temperature dial. He wasn't allowed to turn it above number seven as it would be too hot or below number four as that would be too cold.

Gently patting Toby's back, Henry pulled back enough to look down at his son and moved his hands to rub up and down his arms soothingly.

“Did you burn yourself today?” His tone was soft and he watched Toby look away for a moment, unable to make eye contact before he rested his chin on Henry's chest so he could look up at him.

Toby shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips that started to disappear when his dad raised a brow and pursed his lips.

“What’s the cream for then?” Henry tilted his head in the direction of the table holding the nearly empty tube of burn cream.

“It’s nothing… I wanted to make some tea.” Toby spoke quietly, part of him wishing Henry wouldn’t ask so he wouldn’t get mad at him but the other part of him wanted Henry to ask. He wanted Henry to fuss because right now it was just the pair of them, no siblings to steal Henry away from him and Toby could never get enough of these moments of just the pair of them.

Henry leaned his head to the side as a small sigh escaped his lips that Toby knew well. It showed he wasn’t angry with Toby but he was feeling a bit perplexed because Toby had broken a rule.

“Buddy, you know you aren’t allowed to use the kettle.” Henry tried not to whine but they had rules for reasons just like this.

Toby couldn’t run a bath, either Henry or (Y/n) had to do that so he didn’t run it too hot or freezing cold. He couldn’t use the kettle because that was steaming water that he could spill and badly scold himself with and he couldn’t use the oven or stove for any reason. There were more rules that they had and Toby usually stuck to them because he didn’t want to get hurt even if he wouldn’t feel the pain. He always got upset or worried when he had broken a bone or cut or burnt himself, just because he didn’t feel pain didn’t mean he liked the feeling.

“I know, but mum was busy. I thought I could do it.” Toby hadn’t wanted to bother (Y/n) when he thought it was a task that he could do himself. The kettle had already been full, all he had to do was switch it on and slowly pour the water into the cup with the teabag. It seemed so easy but he still managed to burn himself.

“It’s not a case of can you do it, it’s a case of we don’t want you to because it’s more dangerous for you. Please don’t go near the kettle buddy.” They hadn’t set the rule because they thought Toby was too young or incompetent to be able to pour a cup of tea. It was there because hot water with someone who couldn’t feel pain was a bad combination and they didn’t want any accidents. “What did you do, touch the kettle or spill the water?”

Toby had been informed if he ever for any reason had to touch the kettle or move it, he had to hold the handle and nothing else. When it boiled the kettle itself was scolding so it was only safe to hold the handle and if someone boiled it and Toby didn't realise, he would blister his hand.

“I spilt the water onto my hand.” He whispered the words quietly before he buried his face in his dad's chest when he felt Henry take hold of his arms from around his neck.

He held both Toby's arms out in front of him to see the damage and took a deep breath when he looked at his right hand. It had a small rash creeping up his fingers like wine had been spilt on a canvas and there were red and white blisters popping up on the back of his hand. It didn't look as bad as Henry had seen in the past, but it still wasn't good.

“Touch the kettle again and there will be trouble.” Toby nodded, knowing it wasn't a threat or an angry statement, it was a precaution. Leaning over, Henry grabbed the burn cream and pulled open the top drawer of the side table to get a bandage roll. The top drawer contained a thermometer, antiseptic wipes, plasters, different creams, bandages, an old sling for emergencies and some tablets. It was like a small medical kit for when Toby got hurt.

Toby scooted back a little on the bed before holding his hand out to Henry, watching silently as Henry gently rubbed the cream on the back of his hand before he started to wind the bandage around. He didn't want Toby to catch or rip the blisters on anything and make them worse or scratch them open like he had done in the past.

When he finished, Henry kissed the back of his hand before he shuffled round and laid down beside him on the bed, smiling when Toby snuggled up to his side under his arm.

Toby silently hoped Henry would stay with him for the night, or at least until he went to sleep. Henry always used to stay with Toby until he went to sleep when he was little or Toby would sleep with him and (Y/n) on the nights he was afraid he would fall out of bed and hurt himself. Recently Henry was training late or spending time with all of them, he couldn't dedicate a lot of time to just Toby but he would always pop in and out of his room.

Toby wanted him to stay, to have Henry to himself just for a while longer.

"Will you watch the rest of the movie with me?" He didn't dare look up at his dad in case the answer was no and he wouldn't be able to stop his expression from falling.

"Sure," Henry turned off the lamp, basking the room in darkness and the illuminating light from the tv at the end of the bed that was playing The Goonies.

Henry rubbed his hand up and down Toby's back but he couldn't stop himself from smiling widely when Toby kept shuffling closer and closer into his side. After a few minutes, Henry felt like he was five years younger with his toddler laid on his chest when Toby flopped onto his chest and loosely wrapped his arms around his dad's broad chest. The twins would always lay on top of him or bear hug him like this growing up but they were twelve now and the long hugs were getting shorter.

It made room for Birdie who clung to Henry's every move, but it always sparked something in his heart when the boys huddled round him and cuddled close to him like this.

Toby closed his eyes after a while and nuzzled the side of his face into Henry's bare chest while Henry wrapped one arm around his back and hooked the other behind his head.

After a while, Henry glanced down at Toby and moved the hand that was resting on his back so he could hook his thumb on Toby's lip and pull it away from his teeth. He didn't want him to suddenly bite down harder without realising. Toby had already bitten through his lower lip when he was younger and Henry didn't want it happening again.

“Shh, don’t do that buddy.” Henry whispered, lowering Toby’s hand when he started scratching at his nose right near the corner of his eye. Henry wasn’t sure if Toby was absentmindedly doing this or if he was awake or asleep but either way, he couldn’t have him scratching, that was not a good combination with feeling nothing. He would scratch and scratch until he made his skin bleed and he could scratch his retina without realising.

When Toby rubbed his bandaged hand against his nose and cheek, Henry took his hand and interlocked their fingers to get Toby to stop. His other hand rubbing up and down Toby’s back as he felt his son’s breaths evening out against his own showing he was falling asleep.

Henry waited a while, focusing on the movie as Toby shifted again, snuggling more against Henry as he kicked his legs out, pushing the covers towards the end of the bed. With Toby’s condition, he couldn’t feel the heat or the cold, he didn’t even sweat or start shivering in different temperatures or weather conditions.

Every so often when it was cold outside (Y/n) and Henry would come into his room during the night and pull the covers back over him so his muscles didn't tense up since he couldn't technically feel the cold. Or they would remove the covers from him if it was too warm so he didn't overheat and get a fever.

Moving his hand, Henry pulled the covers back over them since it was a rather cold night. Gently turning to his left, Henry eased Toby back onto the bed instead of him being on Henry’s chest. He watched the twelve-year-old fondly as he rolled onto his side, their hands parting as Toby curled up and pressed his back into Henry's side as if checking he was still there.

Henry stayed for a while longer, watching the ending of the movie as Toby laid his head on Henry’s left arm, his back pressed to his dad’s chest. When the movie ended, Henry turned the tv off, sighing when he saw Toby was back to rubbing and scratching at his nose with his burnt hand. Slowly easing himself from the bed without Toby knowing, Henry went to the chest of drawers and rummaged around until he found a pair of socks and the fluffy black gloves with grey spots like stars in the midnight sky.

When Toby was a baby they bought onesies with no gaps for the hands so his nails couldn’t scratch him. When he was too old for those they got him mittens and then gloves so when he went to bed he wore them. (Y/n) noticed a few months ago that Toby would no longer wear them to bed so she and Henry waited until he went to sleep and slipped them onto his hands if he was scratching without realising or caring.

Henry sat back down behind Toby and moved the covers so he could put the bed socks on his feet in case he rubbed his feet against his legs and started to scratch his legs. Then he slowly put the fluffy gloves onto his hands. The good thing about Toby not feeling hot or cold was they could put the gloves on and his hands wouldn’t overheat and make him realise he was wearing them. Waiting for a moment, Henry watched Toby rub at his nose, too far gone to realise or react to the fluff brushing against his nose rather than his hand.

Leaning over, Henry gently kissed Toby’s temple before pulling the covers back over him and tucking him in. He would be back to check on him every hour or so anyway until Henry retired for bed himself.

“Goodnight bud.”

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