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morkleemelon · 3 years

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off the ice || chapter 7: finish strong

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pairing: college hockey player!mark x college figure skater!reader

genre: fluff, humor, college au, sports au

word count: 5.5k

warnings: swearing

author’s note: it’s finally here, the final chapter :’) I’m both sad and relieved as this is my longest written work ever. huge shout out to my beta readers @skiimmiilk and @writing-frog for sticking with me and making this story SO much better. also, please watch this clip which is the choreography being performed in this chapter. I own none of it or the song it is being performed to! with a full heart, I hope you enjoy chapter 7, finish strong (copyright morkleemelon, all rights reserved)

Soft clusters of snowflakes drift all around, brushed up from their pine-tree-seats, swirling a playful circle around the couple sitting by the lake side before settling in their hair. The early morning cold doesn’t seem to bother them as they sit still, mitten in mitten. It’s picturesque, pristine.

You don’t have to be able to see yourself to know this.

“We should head down to warm up soon,” Mark whispers, cozying into your side.

You hum, leaning your head on his shoulder, feeling the stray snowflakes melt against your cheek. The two of you had come out to your favorite spot to calm your pre-competition nerves, agreeing to stay until the sun reached the tip of the frosted trees. Undoubtedly, from any angle you so choose to look from, that point has been far surpassed and the happy sun beams gold upon the winter landscape.

Bob Ross would have loved this.

“We should,” you agree reluctantly. Giving him a peck on the cheek, Mark shudders at the cold feeling of your lips on his skin. He crinkles his reddened nose, but doesn’t move to stop your second, your third.

Laughter carries across the frozen expanse as the two of you race back to his car.

One hand on the wheel and the other in yours, Mark does his best to strike up different conversations to distract you. You squeeze his hand in appreciation - if anything, he’s the one who should be more nervous for tonight, being a first time performer and a hockey player and all.

You guess it does make sense since he’s used to being in the spotlight all the time, especially from having biweekly games in front of similar crowds. You weren’t exactly a stranger to being in the spotlight either, but the winter festival at Seoul University tends to be a huge commotion, gathering crowds from all around the city. Families, children, recent graduates to senior alumni all come to fill the campus to the brim and there’s no doubt you’ll have quite the audience to impress.

But it’s thanks to Mark that you have fortunately developed a healthy sense of self-confidence, perhaps even enough to convince yourself that there’s a fifty percent chance your performance will go without catastrophe. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll finish the routine without breaking your face in front of 15,000 people.

You managed to sneak a look at the competition sign-ups earlier, and unsurprisingly, are the only participant who will be competing with a non-figure skating partner.

Nonetheless, you study your boyfriend’s face unbeknownst to him. The eyes you grew to love so much, trained on the road in front of him. The slope of his nose and the way it connects to his pouty lips, everything, all the way down to the natural determination rooted in his soul makes you have faith in him despite the disadvantaged odds.

Night after night, practice session after practice session, you worked your butts off to perfect the pair skate choreography the best you could.

After the night that Hillary and her accomplice, Seojung, were caught and sent to jail, the two of you had several deep talks, ultimately vowing to keep no more secrets from each other. Whatever it is, good or bad, you agreed that the other would want to know.

Your relationship flourished as you were no longer held back by your anxieties. Public dates, hockey games, sleeping over at each others’ dorms, you let yourself fall one hundred percent into happiness, unfazed by the rest of the world.

Like a dream, the rest of your life slowly fell into place too.

Yuna is doing a lot better. She’s abandoned the crutches, opting to power walk around in only the boot and cast. Ten follows her around like a puppy, carrying her bag and her crutches in case she ever wants them. You’re so proud of her and you’re really glad she has someone like Ten around to dote on her. Every girl should have a simp.

Lisa and Hope were not happy (to say the least) that they did not get to join the gang at ‘the police station party’. Their words, not yours. Lisa threatened to go to the Seoul Police Department to throw hands with Hillary only to find out the two Lovelee’s presidents have been moved elsewhere, to a more isolated confinement, for ‘bad behavior’.

Not my problem.

The court date approached quickly and the jury ruled the two girls would spend their lives in prison without bail. Additionally, the school dean, more afraid of a lawsuit than anything like student lives, abolished the Lovelees fanclub and updated school policy to criminalize such stalking behavior. The eight of you celebrated the amazing news with lots of champagne (without salt this time) and whilst incredibly tipsy, Jeno told Lisa that he liked her.

You don’t want to get into how loud the screaming was in the suite as Lisa grabbed his face and kissed him. The most efficient thing to do is to reveal what all of you received afterwards: four noise complaints.

Mark pulls into the athletic center lot before you know it. He senses your persisting nervousness and turns towards you, enveloping your other hand in his larger ones.

“You are,” he states, shaking your joined hands up and down with every word, “the most beautiful, wonderful, talented woman I’ve ever met”.

You flush in embarrassment, dropping your gaze, but Mark dips his face down to keep eye-contact. He looks so goofy and you can’t help but laugh.

“I’m serious, babe,” he says through a smile, “nobody else here deserves to win more than you do. You made our choreography all by yourself and even taught me, a guy who can’t make eggs, how to figure skate. We’ll do our very best, y/n, so whatever happens, know that I’m proud of you and I love you very much”.

An ‘aw’ draws from your lips and you lean forward to press them sweetly against his.

People walk past your parked car, but you don’t pay them any notice.

Actually-

“Mark, I think we really have to go warm up”. You motion to the other skaters entering the open stadium doors.

Grabbing all of your gear, the two of you rush inside to start warming up.

“There are eight pairs and we’re going fifth,” you report to Mark, checking the performance schedule expertly.

“Uh, okay. Yes… is that good?”.

“It’s whatever. We just need to show the audience everything we have,” you say while smushing his cheeks in between your palms.

“Okay”. His voice comes out adorably from his face being sandwiched in your hands.

Other skaters look on judgmentally, but you stare calmly back until they look away. The music from the routine of the current skaters on the ice ends.

“Calling pair five, Mark Lee and y/n to the ice for rehearsal. Mark Lee and y/n to the ice for rehearsal,” the overhead announcer repeats.

“That’s us”. You take a deep breath and grab Mark’s hand. He gives you a reassuring squeeze as you skate out from the benches onto the ice.

It’s only a rehearsal, so only a few people, coaches and other skaters, were watching. Even so, you blink nervously as you run through the routine in your head.

“Are you ready?,” Mark questions with a smile, pulling you into the starting position. Your heart races against your chest, but you take a deep breath to calm it down. After everything you’ve been through, this is not the hill you’ll die on.

“I’m ready”. You nod to the staff members and the familiar tune fills the stadium.

It’s a song that Mark picked out himself. It’s ‘his contribution’ to the group project as he joked when you were contemplating your music choice. Playing the simple song on his phone, one earbud for you and the other for him, he explained that it says everything that he feels for you. And it’s absolutely perfect.

“Twenty minutes and you’re up, group five! Please be on stand-by,” a staff member peeps her head into the locker room as you touch up your hair and makeup.

All around you, skaters bustle around, frantically stitching last-minute sequins back on their dresses or brushing on copious amounts of blush, surely to stand out to even those seated in the back row.

Pair four is about to go out on the ice, meaning you’ll be out there before you know it.

Mark is in the men’s locker room, of course. He must feel odd being the only one there right now. You texted him asking if he needed help with his costume, but he insisted he’d handle it just fine. It’s more you worrying than anything.

Taking your hundredth yoga breath of the day, you peer into your reflection in the water-stained mirror. Your long, dark hair is half-up and half-down - loose enough to flow with your skating, but also pinned back so you don’t completely choke on it. Natural makeup adorns your eyes and lips. It’s a much different look than what’d you’d usually go for when skating, but after a lot of careful consideration, it would be much more meaningful both to the performance and to you to go out like this.

Your dress is a stunning royal red. After Uncle Joe told your parents about the competition, they all chipped in to buy it for you to wear tonight. You insisted that it was okay, that it was far too expensive and you could just wear your old one especially since money is so tight, but they wouldn’t let you get another word in.

So now it’s on your body with the price tag cut off. You trace a finger over the intricate sequins of the bodice down to the flowy silk skirt. Trusty white skates already laced up, it’s time to go out and meet Mark.

You start to make your way into the hall.

“Hey y/n, you’re getting a call,” one of the other skaters calls out.

Stopping in your tracks, you hop awkwardly back in your skates, thanking her as you grab your phone from her outstretched hand.

It’s a Facetime call from Yuna.

You pick it up, the screen skipping a few times as the signal struggles to connect.

“y/n!”. Metallic voices on the other side come out distorted and the images are no higher quality than 240p at best, but you recognize instantly that your closest friends are all there sitting in the bleachers.

“y/n, you look so beautiful! Are you next?,” Lisa calls over the other voices.

“No, there’s someone going now, but Mark and I will be right after,” you reply, a smile blooming across your face.

“Markos! Markos! Markos!,” the boys start chanting, evicting laughter from your chest.

“y/n your parents are here too! And Uncle Joe”. The camera pans around, revealing the blurry faces of said loved ones.

“No way! Mom? Dad? Joe?,” you gasp, “how’d you come all the way out here?”.

“Honey!,” your mother greets, beaming at the camera, “of course we came! You worked so hard, your friends have been telling me all about it!”

“And we want to meet this Mark boy too,” your father adds.

You scoff, rolling your eyes playfully.

“You’re a good one, kiddo,” Joe chimes in, “and I have a feeling we’ll be seeing something spectacular tonight. From the skating I’ve seen so far, you won’t have much trouble at all getting that prize-”

“Joe!,” you hush, “I’m still in the locker room! Don’t say that!”.

Looking around nervously, thankfully nobody seems to have heard Uncle Joe’s criticism.

“Listen everyone, thank you so much for coming tonight, it means the world to me. We’ll definitely talk after, but for now, I really gotta go”.

“Okay babe, just wanted to let you know we’re all rooting for you!”. Yuna pulls the camera back to reveal everyone cheering and waving to you. Your heart tingles with butterflies at the gesture. “You’re gonna kill it tonight! Love you!”.

Relaying your affections back, you hang up the call and head out into the hall.

It’s dark. All the lights have been turned off for the sake of the icy stage to stand out more. The curtain less windows provide almost no illumination due to the winter evening nature.

Through the wall, you can hear roaring applause greeting the fourth pair of skaters as they enter the ice. The whole university and more must be here by the sound of it.

“y/n”. Mark’s voice guides your eyes to your right. Squinting through the dark, his familiar form approaches out of the shadows.

“Mark,” you greet back quietly, resting a hand on his arm.

Even in this lighting, your breath draws thin at his appearance. His blonde hair is slicked back instead of tousled in a cute fringe like you’re used to. It’s nothing crazy, but it somehow changes his vibe completely. Your hand feels at his billowy white shirt, tucked neatly into black pants.

“Okay, keep looking at me like this and we’re not making it out there,” Mark mumbles under his breath, smirking slightly as a few stagehands pass by.

You remove your hand only to smack him in the same spot.

“Shut up”

“You love me”

“Yeah, and?”

His familiar giggles tickle your ears.

“Are you Mark and y/n? Pair five?,” a staff member interrupts.

“Oh, yes, that’s us”

“Please head down this way to be on standby. When it’s your time to enter, there will be someone at the gate to usher you in”

“Okay, thank you”. Slipping your hand into Mark’s, the two of you hobble in the direction of the rink entrance. It’s nerve-wracking, but the feeling is so easy to ignore when you’re together with him.

The music of the current performance becomes suddenly louder as you open the door to enter the main part of the stadium. From where you stand (in a random corner by the bleachers), thousands of audience members fill the stands.

The pair on the ice dance together playfully to their energetic piece. Your two teammates, you recognize.

“They’re really good,” you breathe, watching them spin oh-so-synchronously together without missing a beat.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be good too,” Mark states matter-of-factly. You look up at him to meet his gaze, giving his hand a small squeeze in agreement. “And now is as good a time as ever to tell you that I was- and I’m not shitting you- I was standing right here when I saw you for the first time”.

“What?”. You look around at the dark underside of the rink bleachers. The best two adjectives to use for a place like this are ‘dank’ and ‘gross’.

“Yes, I know. Fall of last year, you were practicing at night and I came to do drills. I saw you here and… that was it for me. I dropped my bag and you turned towards me so I completely panicked. I ran away and couldn’t grow the balls to ask you out for a whole year. That’s the truth”.

Mark’s expression is oh so cutely shy and it makes you curl your toes in your skates.

“You complete loser,” you gush over the music, “You should have stayed, asked me out right then and there. Then we would’ve had an extra year together”.

“You’re right,” Mark groans into his hands jokingly. He spreads his fingers to peer through their gap. “But what’s one year of forever, right?”.

“What’s one year of forever,” you echo.

Applause erupts from above you as the skaters finish their routine. The announcer goes over the rules for voting once more, sending them off as they exit the ice.

“Group five, you’re on next. When they announce your names, you’re gonna go through this gate here and when you’re ready, they’re gonna start the music. Any concerns?,” the staff member directs.

“No, thank you,” the two of you shake your heads.

“Okay, this is it,” you state. It’s unclear if it’s directed to yourself or for Mark. In all honesty, it’s to the world.

“This is just one thing, y/n. It’s just one of the many things we’re gonna do together. Let’s just do it how we always do”

He’s always right.

“And now, please welcome our next skaters, sophomore, y/n and her partner, junior, Mark Lee!’.

In the matter of seconds, you’re out of the dark and hit with blinding spotlights from every direction.

Your own thoughts drown out as unseen crowds past the light roar animatedly at your arrival. Raising your arms in the air, hand still laced with Mark’s, the two of you circle around the ice to greet the audience.

“Holy shit, I didn’t get a good look earlier, but y/n, this dress…” Mark remarks, eyes glued on your figure.

“I look beautiful,” you confirm confidently as you stop naturally in the center of the ice. “Are you ready?”.

It’s always like this, rapid fire. As nervous as you are, it's time to go.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, the junior hockey captain moves into the starting position.

“I’m always ready for you”

And just like that, the soft strumming of guitar chords overcome the audience ruckus and all you can see is the man in front of you.

I found a love for me

Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Your bodies move on autopilot, muscle memory from countless nights of practice amounting to the flawless execution of your first lift. His hands are strong against your body and you put your full trust in him to catch you every time. The crowd could be screaming right now and you wouldn’t hear it, only focusing on how much the lyrics of this song mean to you.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

You dance in unison, your bodies so familiar with each other. Jumping easily into his arms, you know he can see the love in your eyes as he holds on to balance you by your waist. Hair billowing in the breeze created by your movement, Mark improvises to tuck it back behind your ear.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

This is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

And somehow, by the luckiest of stars, he wants to spend the rest of his with you too.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

The song winds down and you express every ounce of romance you have for everyone to see. The two of you aren’t aware, but everyone in the stadium is silent with awe.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I don't deserve this

You look perfect tonight

Completely in a trance, the world fades back into your awareness as you kneel down across from each other, out of breath. Mark’s eyes sparkle like stars under the lights and he brings you in for a kiss. You’re exhausted, but you stand and melt into his hug, hardly noticing the standing ovations from all around.

Roses, plushies, and paper planes come raining down. You pull away beaming, heart bursting with joy. Hand-in-hand, you take a bow, waving to the crowd as you catch your breath.

“y/n, you were so amazing,” Mark exemplifies as the two of you exit the ice. Everything passed by so fast. Months of hard work and roller coaster emotions accumulated to the last five minutes, over before you knew it.

“Me? Look at you, mister hockey. I’m so amazed at you,” you commend.

As you enter the hall again, you are met with congratulations and praise from teammates and Mark’s many admirers. Although the Lovelee’s may have been banished already, the crowd of cooing girls never went away.

“You were so good, Mark”

“Yeah, totally, Mark. That was so hot”

Your day was far too great for you to be annoyed at their blunt flirtatious attempts (despite your obvious presence by his side). Before Mark could muster out a flustered ‘thank you’, you decide to rip off the band aid.

“He says thank you!”

With no intention of hearing their replies, you lead him further down to where your friends told you they’d be to meet you.

“y/n”. Coach Tanya makes herself known.

“Coach!”. You bow to her.

Much to your surprise, when you come up, the older woman pulls you into a firm hug. Your shock is apparent at the warm gesture and you hesitate before hugging her back. Never has she ever expressed anything more than terse compliments to you before. This is like drinking ice water on a hot day.

“That was absolutely excellent, y/n,” Tanya pulls away to shake hands with your boyfriend, “and you, Mark is it? You were wonderful for a beginner”.

“Thank you ma’am”. He nods politely.

“But y/n,” your coach turns back to you, “I am stunned at your artistry. The emotion, the technique, you’re one of my best. How would you like to go to nationals in the spring?”.

Your hand shoots up to cover your gaping mouth. Tears spring to your eyes and you nod vigorously to confirm your obvious answer to Tanya’s question.

“No way!” Yuna’s voice sounds from behind your coach’s figure. The blonde emerges shortly after, followed quickly by the rest of the gang. The boys waste no time in tackling Mark with congratulations and sharp jabs at his ‘dumbass’ hairstyle.

“You’re here!”. You wrap your best friend in an excited hug. “Coach is sending me to nationals!”. Lisa and Hope join in squealing as the four of you hop up and down at the news.

Tanya chuckles at the scene, “Yes, indeed. And it looks like you’re getting a lot better, Yuna. That’s a relief”.

“I don’t care what the doctor says, I’m gonna make sure I’m on the ice again one day,” Yuna attests.

Coach Tanya leaves you to celebrate as your parents and Uncle Joe come bearing flowers. Many pictures and one uncomfortable interrogation from your parents for Mark later, you get changed and go out to enjoy the rest of the winter festival with your friends.

The results of the competition are to be announced at the end of the night and you elect to not worry about the outcome. What you’ve earned from this journey is more than money could buy. Anything that happens after… happens. You’ll always find a way to make it through and have a great time doing it too.

All bundled up, you hop around the food trucks lining the city streets. Every restaurant in Seoul seemingly sent all their best foods for the festival: spicy rice cakes and burgers to lava cakes and hot cocoa. Live music creates a perfect ambiance to take away all the tension from the day.

The night sky is pitch black, but the whole city campus bustles with life. You swear you’ve seen this exact scenery in a Hallmark Christmas movie - all the cars and buildings wear their fluffy white snow caps, the sparkle of fairy lights in trees reflecting off their glass windows. Nobody cut the cameras because it’s pure magic.

“Guys they’re having fireworks on the roof of the science building. We can watch them announce the competition winners from there too, let’s go!,” Haechan pleads with a mouth full of steaming fish cakes.

“What do you say, you want to?,” Mark asks you, brushing a bit of sauce off the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

“Sounds great,” you smile. Fireworks are always a win.

You weave your way through the crowded street together, heading up the hidden stairwell only students would know to reach the designated rooftop. The whole time you can’t help but let your eyes linger on Jeno and Lisa’s interlocked fingers. The sight sure brings a smirk to your face, but man are you not used to it.

Mark notices your fixed gaze, following it to the odd couple’s joined hands. Snickering, he nudges you to stop staring.

“Sorry, it’s just so… unexpected,” you whisper to him as you head towards the rooftop railing to overlook the campus.

“I know, I didn’t see it coming either,” Mark agrees, tossing an arm over your shoulders as you moon over the breathtaking city line. Your breath makes clouds in the cold, winter air, but you feel warm as ever inside.

Out in the horizon, each blinking, twinkling light is a person living their life. Thousands of stories all at once, blissfully unique and their own. They’re different colors and intensities, some are from windows and some from cars. Overhead, an airplane soars on by. In reality, they’re moving at an incredible speed. But from where you admire, the little red wing lights inch on by, slow to leave your sight.

The world is full, so full. What looks like a tiny red light is a plane full of people and what must look like a speck of gold to them is the whole city of Seoul gathered together. Everything is different when you understand perspective, you realize, and it becomes so much more meaningful.

“Hey, I think that’s the dean! He’s gonna announce the winners of the skating competition!,” Hope taps you excitedly from your other side.

“Oh my god it’s happening”. You grab her hand and shake it around.

Mark’s grip tightens around you as the Seoul University dean steps in front of a podium set up in the school yard. A crowd gathers around, excited whispers travelling all the way up to your rooftop perch. The microphone screeches with feedback causing everyone to groan and cover their ears.

“Sounds like Haechan’s singing voice,” Mark whispers under his breath.

“I heard that!,” the younger boy retorts indignantly. You bite back your laughter as the dean begins to speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming out this cold night to celebrate what Seoul University is about: unity and…,”

“Blah blah blah - tell us who won!,” Yuna whisper-yells, exasperated.

“You’re so hot when you’re bratty,” Ten coos.

“I know”.

This couple I swear. I’m trying to be nervous, but I can’t even do that when I’m laughing.

“... first annual skating competition here at Seoul University. Our students not only excel in academics, but hold a variety of astounding talents as you folks may have seen tonight at the University rink. Each student did a phenomenal job preparing for this competition, so let’s give a round of applause for all the skaters who performed tonight and the staff who made it happen!”

You clap your hands together nervously, bouncing slightly at the knee to fight the cold.

“One pair, by your vote, will be winning a grand prize of ten thousand dollars for their exceptional performance. After I announce the winners, we will wrap up the night with our famous annual firework show!”.

The crowd whoops and cheers excitedly.

“Without further ado, by popular vote, the winners of the first annual Seoul University skating competition are…,” the dean slits open a closed envelope, unfurling the contained page with excruciating tardiness. Pausing for dramatic effect, the excitement builds in the air, “y/n and Mark Lee!”.

Your names ring triumphantly through the whole city as you’re immediately crushed by seven hugs. The festival-goers roar in congratulations and you can’t hold back the tears of joy that spring into your eyes. Jumping up and down, your friends surround you in a cocoon of screaming and yelling.

Mark snatches you up, pulling you into his arms and twirling you around. Pressing a frenzy of kisses all over your face, you squeal in disbelief as he sets you down.

“You did it!,” he yells, sandwiching your cheeks between his hands.

“No, WE did it!,” you yell back, jumping up and hugging him close. Your friends waste no time to shuffle into a group hug, enveloping you like a love-flavored bao.

“y/n! No fucking way! Actually, we all saw it coming,” Yuna smacks your butt as an I-told-you-so gesture. You don’t even mind right now.

“I can’t believe it,” you cry into Mark’s fuzzy, black coat, “I can’t believe it. I- this means I can come back to school next semester”.

“Hell fucking yeah you can,” Haechan whoops.

The freezing air is knocked out of your body as a firework cracks across the sky, the booming sound resonating deep in your bones. Everyone’s attention is turned towards the brilliant shower of purples and pinks as they light up the darkened sky.

Mark sets you down, swiping his sleeves carefully over your cheeks to catch your fallen tears.

“My baby, always crying,” he jokes softly. You breathe out a short laugh as you sniff down your running nose. “But they’re happy tears, right?”.

“The happiest,” you nod, resting your ear to his chest as the two of you marvel at the shimmering sky. An especially big firework sets off, smaller ones following all around, drawing awed gasps from all who see.

“I love you,” you mumble.

“I love you too,” Mark hushes into your hair.

“I love this. I love today. I love this school. I love Yuna. I love Hope. I love Lisa. I love Jeno and Haechan. I love my parents and Uncle Joe. I love Coach Tanya and I love skating”.

You pause your rapid-fire declaration as you turn to face him. In his eyes, you can see the whole firework show.

“I love these fireworks and I love everyone who came to see us skate. I loved meeting you all those months ago by the basketball courts and I loved getting hit on at Yangyang’s party so we had our almost-first kiss by the lake”. You choke back a happy sob as you continue.

Mark has his eyes closed with a wide smile spread across his lips as he recollects the memories.

“I love going to church with you and I love when you pick me up from work. I love how you always zip up my jacket without asking and how you never wake me up early in the mornings because you know how much I hate it. You’re always there for me, Mark Lee”.

Fresh tears dribble down your chin and although he remains in pensive silence, shining streaks adorn his face too. You don’t notice it, but your friends have stepped back to let you have a private moment.

“Oh, y/n”. Mark’s voice comes out thick, swallowing back tears. His hand caresses at your face and it’s ever so warm. Moments pass before he’s able to continue. “Always”.

And you don’t need a fairy tale narrator to tell you that his promise is true for you to believe it with your whole heart. You’re here with him, fireworks all around, and it’s as true as the plane in the sky and the lights in the horizon.

You’re surrounded by friends, new and old, and most importantly, friends who are here to stick around.

You were wrong in the beginning: this wasn’t a story about how two souls come together.

It wasn’t only two, you see. It was you and Mark and all your friends and the professors you say ‘thank you’ to after class and the man who sells you green tea in the morning. It’s your parents and Uncle Joe and the stranger girl who fell in love with your skating tonight, sure to beg her parents for a pair of skates. The first of many.

It’s all of them and so much more.

And god, you’re so in love with who they’ve shaped you to be.

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stilloutofmyvulcanmind · 3 years

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Masquerade

Pairing: Earth-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence and injuries

Summary: A chance meeting with a handsome masked stranger takes an unexpected turn

A/N: Just a little something to celebrate the Spooky Season. Happy Halloween!

The CCPD’s Halloween charity event had been one of your favorite nights of the year since you were a teen attending with your parents. And though you weren’t an official member of the force, you were still invited every year, and every year you couldn’t wait.

The theme this Halloween was ‘masquerade’. Wear whatever costume you desire, but pair it with a mask. You’d chosen to stick with a classic vampire costume, wearing a black and deep red outfit with a matching red mask that was trimmed with shining black sequins, even going so far as to coat your hair in a sparkly wash out dye so you practically looked unrecognizable.

Roaming the hall that had been hired out, you sipped the toxic green fruity drink that was being served and mingled with the other party-goers. Some you were able to recognize, like Barry and Iris, others you had no idea about. It didn’t matter. Half the fun was in not knowing, and like this everyone was free to speak to anyone, regardless of role or rank.

It was a couple of hours in when you spotted a man lurking by himself near the buffet table. Going by the cloak draped over his shoulders, he was channeling his inner vampire too, though instead of black and red, his colors of choice were black and a beautiful silver. With his dark hair and pale skin, he looked almost ethereal. And miserable if the scowl plastered to his face had anything to go by.

“Tonight isn’t meant to be painful, you know,” you said, coming to stand next to him and offering a glass.

He looked at the glass like you were giving him poison, and for a moment you thought he was just going to walk away, but then he raised his gaze to your face, eyes mostly hidden behind the black mask, and seemed to change his mind. He accepted the drink, “Easy enough to say when you’re a social butterfly.”

Laughing softly, you watched him take a long sip of the fruity cocktail, making a face at the sugary taste. “I don’t know if I’d say I’m that. I just like Halloween, and combining that with raising money for a good cause, what’s not to like?”

“Nothing. Unless money gets skimmed off the top.”

“No one does that.”

“Can you be certain?”

“Yes.”

“Are you always this positive?”

“I try to be. Are you always this cynical?”

“Yes.”

You laughed again, hard enough this time that you had to clutch at your ribs. He didn’t seem impressed. “Sorry. You just remind me of someone I know.”

The man huffed, the corner of his lips quirking up. “It’s fine. You remind me of someone I know too. They’re always almost annoyingly upbeat about everything.”

“They sound like my kind of person.”

“Of course they do.”

You smiled, moving around to him to pick up one of the tinily cut sandwiches. “So, if you really don’t want to be here, then why come?”

“I was...coerced. A friend said that it’d be ‘good for me to get out and attempt to be sociable for once in my life and maybe learn not to be a jackass’.”

Nearly choking on the food, you covered your mouth as you coughed and spluttered. He was next to you instantly, a large hand coming to rub your back. “Are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded, taking a drink to clear your throat. “Yeah. Just...I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“If you knew the guy who said it, you wouldn’t be.”

“I don’t doubt it.” You were recovered now, but his hand was still a warm presence on your back. Any other time you’d be uncomfortable having a strange man so close like that, but for whatever reason, you weren’t this time. It wasn’t just that he reminded you of someone, it felt like you actually knew him. Like you could trust him. Looking past him, you saw that more people had moved to the centre of the hall to dance. You motioned to them with a nod of your head. “Well, since you are here, care to join me on the dancefloor?”

He followed your gaze, grimacing. “I’m not much of a dancer.”

Tutting, you grabbed his hand. “C’mon! Don’t be a jackass and live a little!”

You were grinning as you tugged him forward, and after a long sigh, he returned the smile. “Fine.

He let you guide him into the crowd and stayed close as you began to move to the music. He tried to join in but he hadn’t been lying when he claimed not to be a dancer. He was awkward and stiff in his movements and focusing so much it was nearly hilarious. Unable to help yourself you giggled a little, a decision you instantly regretted. He scowled and stopped.

“This was a bad idea,” he said, already starting to move away.

“No, wait!” You grabbed his wrist to stop him. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you, honest. You were...you were just kinda cute, trying so hard like that.” You pulled him back towards you, happy when he allowed it. “Look, come here.” You stepped closer into his space, placing his hands on your hips while you wrapped yours around his shoulders. “You’re thinking too much about it. Just...feel the beat, sway with it. Like this.” You started dancing again, beaming when he followed your motions, still tense, but a little smoother.

As close as you were now, it was easier to get a better look at him. Even with half his face hidden under the mask, it was easy to see he was handsome. His hair was a little lighter than you’d first thought, his face a little smoother too. In a way it was a relief. With the way he’d been speaking and acting, you were starting to think he was actually the grumpy scientist he reminded you of. Which would’ve been a problem. Because you would absolutely not be able to get away with dancing with him. Not without losing your dignity at least. With it not being him, you could relax and just enjoy yourself.

The music slowed, but rather than pull away, the mystery man closed what little distance was left between you until you were pressed flush together. He seemed even more at ease now, smiling softly as you swayed to the music.

“This is nice,” you said quietly, smiling back at him.

“It is. Thank you...for forcing me.”

“Sometimes we need a little push to leave our comfort zone.”

He hummed, inclining his head a little in agreement. He licked his lips and despite yourself, you couldn’t help but follow the motion. “Since I’m already well outside mine...can I say that I think you look beautiful?”

Cheeks heating, you chuckled nervously. “Thank you. You...you look really good too. That silver is gorgeous. I haven’t seen that shade before.”

“It’s a special one from my...home.”

“Your home must be stunning.”

“Not as much as it is here.”

“There must be something really special about Central City in that case.”

“There is.”

He had a certain look on his face. You knew it well from your own reflection. The man was smitten. “Or is it a special someone?”

He huffed a laugh, “Guilty. They’re...exceptional.”

“I get the feeling that’s high praise coming from you.”

“Depends on who you ask.”

“Do they know? How you feel?”

“No. If I have it my way they never will either.”

“Why?”

“You’ve met me. I’m cynical, brusque, grumpy-”

“A jackass?”

He laughed, nodding. “A jackass. And they’re...they’re like you.”

“Annoyingly upbeat?”

“And kind, hopeful. My antithesis. They wouldn’t be interested.”

You shrugged, “You never know, but...I understand.”

“You do?”

“Mmm. There’s a guy...a scientist. He’s...he’s a genius. Literally. He’s kinda like you too, but he’s also brave and he’d never admit it, but his heart is pure gold. He’d do anything for the ones he loves. And he’s...Harry is completely out of my league.”

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he just stared, mouth slightly agape. You were about to ask what was wrong when all hell broke loose.

A deafening white blast tore through the hall, smashing the windows in, blowing the furniture to smithereens, shattering the crystal chandeliers above your head. You were knocked back with everyone else, thrown across the debris coated floor until you hit a splintered table hard.

The man you’d been dancing with groaned next to you. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice raised to be heard over the shouts and chaos. He was hovering over you, mask gone.

You nodded slowly. Your head hurt, but it didn’t feel like anything was broken. There was a flash of yellow lightning behind him. It nearly masked the way his face glitched. Glitched and changed from an unknown figure to...someone you knew all too well.

Oh, shit.

There was another rumbling blast and Harry threw himself over you, shielding your body with his own. Clutching the soft material of his jacket was instinct, squeezing your eyes shut as you hid your face in his shirt, heart thundering in your chest.

“They’re gone!” Joe shouted somewhere to your left. “We need to get people out of here.”

Harry pulled back, breathing hard as he looked down at you. You stared back. Between the fear and the adrenaline, any thoughts on what to say, how to explain yourself vanished. His gaze dropped. “You’re bleeding.”

“What?”

“Your arm.”

You followed his eyes and sure enough the sleeve of your costume had been torn, revealing an ugly looking gash slicing across your bicep. You hadn’t felt it at first, but now, now the pain was setting in harsh and throbbing. Harry was already tearing the sleeve of his jacket, tying the material tightly around the injury.

“We need to get you medical help,” he said.

“We need to get back to the Labs. Barry is gonna need us.”

“The injury-”

“Caitlin can take care of it.”

Harry didn’t look happy, but he nodded, getting to his feet and helping you up too. It was easy to find Cisco, and once you were all somewhere private enough, he breached you back to the Labs before rushing to help Barry with the meta.

A couple of hours, some improvised tech and a bit of teamwork later, you had the meta caught and locked up, and you were perched on one of the beds in the med area while Caitlin finished stitching and dressing your arm properly.

Just as she was done, and you were carefully rolling down the sleeve of the S.T.A.R Labs sweatshirt you’d borrowed, Harry, who’d disappeared soon after Barry and Cisco returned, reappeared dressed in his usual all black ensemble. He hovered in the doorway, frowning as Caitlin gave you some pain meds.

“Thanks, Cait.”

“No problem,” she smiled, looking between you and Harry. You hadn’t said anything to her, but you got the feeling she knew. “I’ll leave you two alone, but get some rest soon, okay?”

“Yeah. I will.”

She left then, and Harry waited until he was sure no one else was around before approaching the bed slowly. “Are you alright?”

You nodded. “Physically, I’ll be fine. Emotionally, I’m not sure I’ll ever get over the embarrassment.”

“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. This was my fault. I shouldn’t have even been there. Ramon insisted I be his ‘plus one’, and set up the facial transmogrification device just in case I was recognized.”

You nodded again, avoiding his eyes in favor of playing with the hem of your sweater. “Did you know it was me?”

“Not at first. When you said my name it all clicked.”

“So if I’d just kept my mouth shut, things could’ve gone on as normal. Great.”

“Y/N, what you said-”

“I know, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I won’t mention anything about it again, especially now I know that there’s someone else who’s caught your eye.”

You heard rather than saw as Harry grabbed a chair and pulled it around so he was sitting level in front of you. “I thought you would’ve figured it out by now.”

“Figured what out? That I’m an idiot who fell for someone I’ve no right falling for? I got that.”

“No.” Fingers were under your chin, gently coaxing your gaze back up. “Figured out that I was talking about you.”

You stared at him, “You were?”

“Yes. You’re the reason I love this Earth so much.”

“Oh.” Not the smartest reply you’d ever come up with, but you weren’t entirely sure what else to say either especially when Harry’s thumb was stroking your cheek.

“When you said my name...I almost didn’t believe it at first.”

“Why?”

“Because I couldn’t believe that I deserved your affection.”

“Harry...you’re...you’re everything I could want.”

“As are you.”

You smiled, bringing your hand up to cover his own. “See? I told you Halloween was the best.”

Harry chuckled softly, nodding. “I’ll give you this one.”

“Good.”

Harry leaned in. You met him halfway.

Best Halloween ever.

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in which gwil doesn't like you and it's your mission to find out why.

pairing: gwilym lee x fem!reader

word count: 4.5k+

warnings: enemies to lovers, smut (the rough kind), oral (both m and f receiving), angst, swearing, alcohol use

a/n: hello my loves! i present to u what i have been working on for a while, it's filthy so read ahead w caution 😂😳 i really hope u enjoy it and please let me know if u do. any feedback, asks / rbs, would be much appreciated xx also gif credit is @mazzelloplots 💕

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You had no idea what you'd done for Gwil to hate your guts but it must be dead serious because he just about didn't give you any attention whenever you were in the same room. It was infuriating, as each day passed, you racked your brain to remember if you'd done or said anything for him to act like this around you but as always, nothing came to mind. All you got was a cold stare, or no eye contact at all, and at the very least, a few sentences but that was it. It made it even worse that both of you were friends with Ben, after all that's how you were introduced to each other, you figured he'd be a good guy as was evident the first time you met, a regular mutual friend greeting; first handshake, small smiles and twinkling new eyes but ever since then, everything had changed.

Every time you went out and saw Gwil, he either said nothing to you but "Hi." or he'd rush off somewhere else the moment you approached him. The cold shoulder did not do anything for your confidence, you were a friendly person and loved meeting new people but this was something else entirely, the confusion soon turned to tension and anger, ripping at your hair during lonely nights in your apartment, thinking why doesn't he like me? Then you went to Ben who just shrugged and said he'd warm up to you eventually, which you found incredibly difficult to believe, you weren't having it, it had been almost half a year and no progress, you'd had enough, you had to confront him.

Your opportunity arose only a week later, during a party at Joe's house. it made your muscles tense up knowing you were going to see Gwil, and it wasn't fair of him to give you this sort of treatment without a shred of explanation. Everything was in full-swing when you arrived by your lonesome, but you didn't waste no longer than ten minutes making your move, so there you were, drink in hand, when you cornered him talking to Lucy. Walking head held high, you approached them, and Lucy smiled when she noticed you, you shared a kiss on the cheek before exchanging respective compliments on each other's looks, then your attention went to him.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Both he and Lucy looked at you before the blonde nudged him with her arm, giving him a cool stare, as if to say, "Go sort this out", which was true since you and her had talked about the situation too, and her response was "It's between you and him, so get in there girl and stand up for yourself", and right now, tonight, you were going to heed her advice.

Gwil took a deep breath and walked next to you as you made your way to the nearest room, where it was quiet enough to talk, but the walk there seemed to stretch on for hours instead of a matter of seconds. You could feel the anxiety flooding through your body when his arm brushed your shoulder, you could tell he wasn't looking at you, his fingers gripping his wine glass a little too tight. Some sort of emotion hung between the two of you, you couldn't put your finger on it but it was something strong, something deep, Great another thing for you to be confused about. What you didn't know is that Gwil felt it too.

After what felt like an age, you entered the guest bedroom, all neat and empty, leaving the impression nobody had stayed in there for a long time. Gwil had his free hand tucked into the pocket of his dark jeans, standing by the door once he closed it, silencing the bustle of the party, but still didn't give you his attention. You took a deep breath and tapped your nail on the rim of your drink, allowing your heartbeat to decrease, opening the conversation very kindly.

"I believe there is something we have to discuss."

All he did was part his lips and take a swig of red wine, leaning back against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other. Not one word left his mouth, he didn't move an inch and it took a lot in you not to start raising your voice. Why does he not want to talk to you? What is up his ass? Fucking say something, you bastard! The tension in the room was too stifling for you to cope with so you spoke again, but harsher.

"Fuck, you should man up and talk to me like a decent bloke, I thought you would be."

And that's when he finally looked at you. Without even realising it, the suddenness of eye contact made shivers run down your spine, deep blue eyes staring into yours, brows furrowed in faint disgust.

"Hate to burst your bubble then, love."

More shivers, rippling throughout your bones so fast you were almost afraid he'd be able to notice you slightly trembling. His voice wasn't supposed to do that....but it did, from the way he said it, from the way you finally saw his eyes in clear view, how fucking hot he looked just standing there, how had you not noticed that before? Because his blind hatred of you clouded that fact. You shook the thoughts out of your head and stood your ground.

"I seriously have no clue why you been acting like this around me. I have been nothing but kind to you, I haven't said one bad word to you, I truly wanted us to be friends but you find an excuse to escape me every chance you get!"

Your cheeks flushed red once the words left your lips, your free hand scrunching up into a fist, nails digging into your palm. Gwil all but sighed and...was that a smirk you saw? No, just a trick of the lights. The point of his shoe tapped the carpet as he looked down at his half-empty glass, collecting his thoughts.

"Not a bad word? I heard you talking to Joe the other week, you called me a dickhead."

"I have every reason to, you barely talk to me. This is the most you've talked to me in weeks."

"If you have reasons, then I have them too."

"Fucking tell me then instead of practically ignoring me! It's childish."

"So I'm the child but you're the one yelling." He cocked an eyebrow, was that another smirk? He's got me so confused? Is that what he wants?

"How do you expect me to react? I haven't appreciated the cold shoulder, Gwilym."

"I don't appreciate you running your mouth."

"Could just tell me whatever reasons you have instead of this."

You and him went back forth, trying to fight each other but it didn't seem to do anything good, it only heightened the tension between you two but a specific kind of tension. One you knew now and one he managed to figured out seeing you in front of him, raising your voice. In this moment, he saw how attractive you were, more so than he already thought, your face heating up and your hair glowing from the muted lights, the dress hugging your body almost provocatively, silver diamonds hanging from your ears and cherry-coloured lips parted slightly between words. You were so sexy and the alcohol buzzing through him wasn't helping, but this was the reason for it all. He fancied you.

"Look, it's complicated." He sighed, resting his head back against the wall. You had to bite back a laugh, is he serious?

"No, it's not. Open your mouth and just tell me."

But it turns out he didn't need to open his mouth, at least not the way you expected him to. It happened swiftly, too fast for you to comprehend, all you really saw was his glass fall to the floor, wine staining the carpet, then he crossed the room over you within three strides, took your face in his hands and crushed his lips against yours.

Your eyes flew open in surprise at the sudden pressure of his kiss...his kiss? You could barely understand what was happening, he held onto you like he needed air to breathe, you could taste the wine on his tongue, it was intoxicating, it felt...nice but was the wine nice or the aggression of his mouth? Questions swirled your mind, it didn't help your emotions during this moment, you didn't realise your mouth had opened on its own which allowed him to slip his tongue in a little and close the gap between you again, the second kiss even harder and more passionate, the softest groan of relief and delight from him ringing in your ears. You almost let yourself fall under his spell before you caught yourself and made a muffled squeak, your hand finding his jacket and pushing him away from you, gasping for a breath.

"What the fuck, Gwil?"

Thoughts circled your head, words bouncing off the walls, your hand brushing over your bottom lip, the gloss transferring to your skin as it had done on his lips, stained and shiny, you were surprised you were still holding your wine glass. He cocked an eyebrow at you as heat rose to his cheeks, he raised his hand almost as if he was apologising but you stopped him, holding up your own hand and shaking your head.

"What was that?"

"I...I kissed you."

"No shit Sherlock! Why? How is that supposed to explain anything?"

"I'm- I..." He couldn't seem to find the right words, he hesitated reaching his hand out further before deciding against it and pushing it back through his hair. You gulped, why is it so hot when he does that? You were so glad he couldn't read your mind right now, if he had heard what you just said, you sure would wish for the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

"You think a kiss is going to solve everything? I'm not some plastic doll for you to play around with however you please."

"I..I know, I just..."

"Just what? I thought you'd tell me with words, I though-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, I like you, okay?"

His pupils were blown wide as much as yours when he half-yelled the words and this time you were sure the glass was going to slip through your fingers but it still didn't, in fact you had a right mind to just down the whole thing after what he told you. You thought he didn't like you...he liked you? If you were confused before, then you were even more now, your hand fell to your side as you stared at him, eyes like glass, you couldn't even blink. Gwil's gaze had turned to the floor, pretending to be interested in the pale white carpet, his fingers moving to the back of his neck where sweat began to form. He waited for you to speak, the seconds ticked by painfully, it felt so long before you said anything.

"You...like me?" You gulped, trying to process his revelation. He chewed on his bottom lip and tucked both hands back into his pocket, nodding as his eyes flicked over to you.

"Yeah, I do, I like you. A lot."

His voice seemed fearful, anxious but with an underlying desperation, like that of a teenager admitting a big brush, it was rather cute in your eyes; first hot now cute? How can he be both? Stop it, stop questioning everything. You cursed yourself, fingers wrapped around your glass harder you thought it might crack. Instead of replying, you drained the wine, it was the only thing you could think of doing. Gwil watched as your throat moved, as you swallowed, he shuddered and prayed he wasn't showing through his pants, now wasn't the best time, especially with how you reacted. You sighed as the last drop fell into your mouth and rushed through your veins, you finally let the glass fall from your grasp and land with a small thud on the carpet. Your fingers came together in front of you, interlacing as you twiddled your thumbs, eyelids fluttering as you collected your thoughts, one deep breath and you looked at him.

"I don't understand. You like me, but you have been acting like you hate me, why do that?"

Gwil didn't answer right away, he fidgeted, hands still in his pockets, his vision now turning to eye the golden lamp on the bedside table. In this light, you could see the sparkle in his eyes, the deepest blue, like a calm ocean, like a pair of warm sapphires, you found yourself not looking away.

"I didn't mean to be that way, I was just afraid." He said, still not looking at you.

"Why afraid?"

"Of rejection. Of you already being taken. I didn't want to admit anything if I had no chance with you." He confessed, raising one hand out of his pocket to massage his neck, your eyes locked to his fingers, wondering what they'd feel like around your ne- Cut it out! You banished your dirty thought and continued the talk.

"The worst I could say is no, and I'd mean it without any offense. And I'm not taken, I think you'd know if I was."

"That's the thing, I thought you were!"

"How did you come to that conclusion?" You peered at him. He sighed and scratched his beard, stubble littering his cheeks and chin, and right then, another X-rated thought entered your brain, You wonder what that would feel like between your legs...will it tickle? Itch? Arouse you? You think you wanted to know.

"Because you and Ben, and I...didn't want to get in the way"

You and Ben? You gave him a perplexed look as you tried to work out what your friend had got to do with any of this. Ben was really a great guy, you enjoyed his company, years of friendship had blossomed between him and you, and you loved being able to see him when he wasn't busy with his star-studded career, but there wasn't anything there to insinuate something more was happening between you two.

Then it hit you.

"You thought that Ben...and me...that we...? Oh god no we're just friends!"

You bit back a giggle. Ben was easy on the eyes, anyone could see that, even Joe said it, multiple times, many conversation he'd told you, "That fucker's stupidly gorgeous isn't he?" but he was not your type. He was more like a brother to you than anything else. Sure there was the occasional kiss on the cheek, hugs a little longer than usual, his arm around your waist or ruffling your hair when you told a stupid joke, but friends did that, they could do that without having feelings for each other. Gwil almost lost his balance after what you said, Just friends...Just friends...

"Are you sure? I mean he's the pretty boy."

"Okay he's pretty but he is like family to me, I wouldn't hit that even if I was piss drunk."

Your mouth curled at the corners, as did his and both of you shared a small laugh. Your eyes fell upon the empty wine glass on the floor, teeth tugging at your lower lip; you could see Gwil's body shift a little closer, one foot in front of the other, until he was standing before you, chests almost touching. His fingers stroked your jaw, moving underneath your chin to bring your gaze up to his face. He looked...intense but still had a softness behind his eyes, something sweet and hesitant but at the same time, you could feel he wanted to continue the kiss he gave only minutes ago.

"So...no Ben?"

You rested your hand on his wrist, giving him a smile as your eyes went from his to his lips, mouth watering at the memory of them on yours.

"No Ben."

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"Gwil..."

His name was like chocolate on your tongue, as his tongue worked over and against your slick folds. One hand in his hair and the other curled behind your head, back arching with every hum he made against you, his mouth was insane, you hadn't felt such pleasure in god knows how long; he really knew what he was doing. And he seemed to enjoy it as much as you did, smiling as he pressed kisses to your swollen clit, groaning with each flick and lick, with each tug you made on his hair, and that mixed with the feeling of his stubble rubbing your inner thighs and right above your mound as he angled his lips in the most delightful of ways.

You were getting closer, you could almost taste it, feel it....but he stopped and raised his face from between your legs, his arms still wrapped around your flushed thighs. His mouth was wet, his hair in disarray and his eyes dilated; he looked fucking hot, but right now, you wanted to scream at him for stopping it right when you were about to finish. He could see you were almost angry at how suddenly he pulled away from your heat, he stroked the curve of your left breast as he began to lay down next to you, his free hand resting over his mouth.

"Come sit here."

It took you a few seconds to realise what he meant, your breath got caught in your throat, slowly blinking at him in surprise.

"Are you...are you sure?"

"Yes, you're so beautiful, I'd love nothing more than for you to ride my tongue."

You certainly did not expect something so foul to come out of his mouth but fuck you loved it. A smile grew on your face as you sat up, as he brought his hands to your hips just as you were about to face the headboard, he pushed you in the other direction a tad.

"Sit the other way, baby."

Your cheeks became hot and you were almost embarrassed at how flustered a simple petname made you. You gasped as you got into position, his nose right there against you and in your line of eyesight was his sweaty body, his happy trail disappearing into his jeans, and through those, a bulge was unmistakable.

You'd made him hard and you hadn't done anything but kiss him, you giggled at the reality of it, the embarrassment fading into smugness. Gwil moved his hands over your thighs, giving one of them a slap and you yelped in shock.

"What are you laughing about, huh?"

You bit your lip as you answered.

"You're hard."

"O'course I fucking am. Eating you out did that to me, hell you make me hard just by looking at me." He murmured on you, and before you could say anything, his tongue was back on you, licking back and forth, covering the length of your heat, he didn't leave one spot untouched by his tongue. Moans flew out of your mouth, sweat beading on your skin as he switched between his lips and his tongue, going so far as to telling you to bounce, and doing that was one hell of an experience. You leaned forward and raised your hips so you could move more, his tongue stuck out flat so you could feel it inside you, warming you up, stretching you out, he really cared about making you feel good and giving you the best feeling before you reached your high.

Your hands latched onto the belt around his jeans, curled over his body, grinding over his mouth, his facial hair once again giving you that cherry on top, his growls of hunger and delight pushing you over the edge. One palm slapped your ass cheeks, his name flowing from your lips again.

"Cum for me, cum on my face, sweet girl."

And you did just that, body shaking as you rode out your orgasm on his face, his lips never detaching from your clit, intending to make you have the most explosive high, and it sure felt like that. Your toes and fingers were on fire, your heart shot through the roof and you had trouble catching your breath as he lapped you up, "Mm you taste so good", another slap to your ass, chuckling against your heat, nose bumping on your clit, making you whimper a little given how sensitive you were. You slowly sat up and ran a hand through your damp hair, laughing through deep breathes.

"Fuck, you're amazing at that."

"Thought I wouldn't be?" You could feel his smirk beneath you.

"No no, just...wow."

Gwil smirked wider and gave your clit one last kiss, your eyes back on the even-harder bulge in his jeans. He'd just made you feel incredible. You wanted to do the same to him. So instead of moving from your position, you simply leaned down over his toned chest and started unbuckling his belt.

"Oh I see someone's hungry too." He laughed, hands resting on your red ass. Something came over you, the sexual side of you suddenly arose and within seconds, his belt was off and you were pulling his jeans down. He gave you some help by lifting his hips, you pushed them down to his knees and now you could see how hard he actually was, almost bursting to be released from the prison of his boxers. You didn't want to keep him waiting, you giggled and tucked your fingers into them, and pushed them down to join his jeans, more giggles spilling out when you got the first proper look at his cock.

The tip was pink, precum already forming, he was thick, very girthy, bigger than you thought but still you weren't that surprised. You slipped your fingers around him and gripped him and he hissed, his breath hot on your cunt. You smiled to yourself and pumped him a few times, relishing how warm and hard he was in your hand, the pads of your fingers rubbing over the veins, satisfied with your work, you puckered your lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock, and the noise he made was so fucking sexy, the sweetest groan and the hottest whine.

"Holy shit..."

You concentrated on where you sucked and moved your mouth, your hand tight around the base of his shaft. From previous experiences, you knew lubricant of any kind worked a treat, so you took a moment to pull your lips off and spit over the head, gently rubbing wetness all over his length; that got him considering the deep moans he was making right against your clit. Feeling his mouth so close to you while you sucked him off made you powerful, like you had him in your corner, it was your turn to give him pleasure and in his hand, he hadn't felt this good in a long time.

When his eyes were open, they were on your cunt, fucking you with his vision, his hands moving from your ass to your hips to your upper thighs, gripping your skin as his own hips started to move with your mouth and before long, Gwil was fucking your mouth. You choked and whimpered around his cock, delicious sounds from his perspective, leaving marks on your ass from how hard he was holding you.

"Your mouth's so warm and tight fuck baby I-"

His words encouraged you to do more, fingers away from his cock and moving to his balls, you grabbed one and he let out a cry of delight, jerking his hips up faster until your eyes started to water; it burned but it was a good burn, making Gwil feel this way made you feel good, pleasing him made you feel good. As you squeezed his balls, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, neck craned all the way back over the pillow, his toes curling over the end of the bed. Your own thighs started to shake and your throat tightened around him, and he lost his hand.

"Just like that, yeah."

And with your mouth around him and your fingers gripping his balls, he finished, quicker than you thought; it wasn't even three minutes and you tasted hot thickness, his cum, him. You gagged a little as you removed your lips softly like sucking a lollipop, strings of your saliva dripping from his cock. You gasped and swallowed; you never spat out, it was a rule you gave yourself, what a waste it would be to spit, especially after sucking Gwil off, and speaking of him, his breath was heavy and fast, chest puffing in and out as he came down from his high, eyes glittering and a cheesy grin on his face.

"You're amazing at that."

All you could do was giggle and say, "I know."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ.·:*¨༺

He was buried deep inside your walls, stretching out every inch and corner of you, the strokes of his cock were heavenly, easily hitting your g-spot over and over again. Your legs were wrapped high around his waist, ankles crossed over, nails digging into his back and dragging down his spine, one of his hands gripping the headboard and the other on your thigh, keeping you in place as he fucked you raw.

"Gwil, Gwil...please.."

"Please what? What do you want?" He grunted between thrusts. Tears burned your lids as your hips smashed with his, lips inches away from his, his warm breath setting your face alight.

"Please...I want to cum, I want us to cum together..."

"Oh fuck.."

The way he moved got harder, faster, more aggressive to the point where your legs were turning into jelly and all you could feel was his stiff cock, you could not even get a proper sentence out anymore, if you did, it was laced with high whines. As his body meshed with your own, your eyes glanced at his arm, where his hand held onto the headboard with so much force you wondered why it hadn't broken. You felt yourself melt into the bed at the sight of his bicep, skin wrapped thin around the muscles, a sheen of sweat coating over his arm, more sweat on his forehead and at the back of his neck, face dipping close to your jaw, the air humid between the two of you.

"I'm gonna cum, shit- but I'm not wear-"

"I'm..on the p-p-pill, cum in me, Gwil." You gripped at him, pulling his chest closer, clenching your cunt around him, desperate for him to finish. The "fucking hell" told you he was only seconds away and sure enough, you felt it, you felt his orgasm, how his cock pulsated inside you, even better inside you than in your mouth and you followed barely a minute after when he was still riding out his high, your back off the bed and your legs trembling around him, harsh scratches left deep in his back because of you.

Gwil collapsed on top of you, your fingers finding their way into his sweaty hair, as he slowly pulled out of you, the remnants of what you'd just did together dripping down your thigh, something he found extremely attractive. He attached his lips to yours in a passionate sweet kiss, as if you two hadn't just fucked each other's brains out, smiling as he broke the kiss and pressed another to your nose.

"Didn't think this would happen coming here tonight." He guffawed, rolling off you to get comfortable beside you. Like second nature, you curled up into him, your arm draped over his chest and his over your shoulders, sheets askew down to his waist as well as yours; to the both of you, cuddling after sex was as special as the act of sex itself.

"Neither did I...but I like that it happened." You smiled up at him. His fingers stroked your hair, his lips against the top of your head.

"Yeah? Me too."

You and Gwil stayed there, having cuddle time and striking up a conversation about what this meant for your relationship; you liked him and he liked you but for right now, it was agreed upon that the sex was great and that's what it would be, unless deeper feelings crept in. Time was lost, you felt safe with him, his hand in your hair as you traced patterns on his skin, but as much as you loved having this, you knew you couldn't stay here all night.

"We should get back. Everyone will be wondering where we are." You sat up and gathered the sheets up to your chest, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Gwil joined you and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're right about that, let's go, love." He said, and just as he was about to get out of the bed, there was a knock at the door followed by a very familiar American accent.

"I don't know what's happening in there but if you two are done defiling MY guest bedroom, you'd better come out and watch Ben do Jell-O shots off me."

You burst out laughing and your head fell into Gwil's neck at Joe's statement, he chuckled along with you and sighed deeply, eyebrows raised; he didn't want to leave this room either, not with having you in the bed, gloriously naked and beautiful. But still, the two of you had to rejoin the party. He kissed your temple and rubbed your shoulder as giggles slipped through your lips, he couldn't help but smile even wider at the sound of your laughter.

"Well well we can't miss that, can we?"

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mistymazzello · 4 years

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Cruel Summer | part vii

high school!joe mazzello x reader

summary- they used to be best friends, but now that y/n has a boyfriend (that everyone hates), joe and y/n can’t seem to come to terms with their feelings, but it’s no secret to anyone how they truly feel.

warnings-cussing, angst

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word count- 2.8

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based on cruel summer by taylor swift

You had all been at Rami’s for a few hours, and it was getting late, but it didn’t bother any of you. Well, it didn’t bother any of you except Gwilym. He had left half an hour ago, rambling about having a functional sleep schedule, leaving the rest of you sitting on the floor of Rami’s room. You sat with your head on Joe’s shoulder, making Joe’s heart soar at the fact that you were finally his and everyone knew it.

It was when Joe began to tell Rami about what had happened between the two of you that made Ben stand up, giving a quick excuse as to why he had to leave.

“Aw, Ben, come on, it’s only like, midnight.” Joe pleaded.

He looked at you. “Yeah I know. I’m just gonna go.”

He said a few short goodbyes and walked out, leaving the room filled with confused silence.

After hearing the sound of the front door opening then closing, Joe turned to the three of you.“Why’s he being so weird?” The question was enough to make your heart start racing. They had noticed?

“Oh my God, I thought I was crazy! I noticed that too!” Lucy exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s like he’s mad or something.” Joe added.

“I think he’s just in a bad mood.” You said, trying to make an excuse for Ben so you could change the subject as quickly as possible.

“I don’t know, he’s never like this.” Lucy said.

“He seemed like he was mad at me.” Joe stated.

Rami let out a small laugh, causing you all to look at him.

“What?” Lucy giggled, nudging Rami’s arm with her elbow.

“Nothing.” He dismissed.

“Do you know something…?” Joe said.

Rami looked up at you and your eyes went wide, silently begging him to not reveal whatever information he might know, especially in front of Joe.

“What?” Lucy asked again, but this time she wasn’t laughing.

“Y/N, I think you should talk to him.” Rami said simply.

Your heart rate increased tenfold, and you looked at him and shook your head. You had figured that Rami knew something, if not everything. “I tried already.”

“What’d he say?” Lucy pressed.

You shrugged.

“Well what’d you talk to him about?” Joe asked.

You didn’t want to lie to Joe, but you also didn’t want to expose Ben to everyone. You lifted your head off of his shoulder and turned to him. “He was just being really weird about the two of us.”

“Why?” He asked. You shrugged and he shook his head. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He felt a little threatened by Ben and how close the two of you were, and he wasn’t about to lose his girl to him.

A year ago

“Ashley Thompson was the prettiest girl there, end of story.” Gwilym laughed. The boys were all packed into Gwilym’s bedroom after prom night, all of them tired but staying up anyway to talk about one of their favorite topics; girls.

“No way, oh my god. Charlotte Mayfield had everyone beat.” Rami said.

Ben was quiet, he hadn’t really been paying attention to what they were talking about, his mind on only one girl.

Joe’s mind was on the exact same girl.

“Ben, settle an argument for us. Which girl looked the best tonight?” Gwilym asked.

Ben looked up from his phone and raised his eyebrows. “I thought Y/N looked beautiful.”

Joe’s heart nearly fell to his stomach. He doubted Ben had ever thought of you the way that he did, but he wanted to make it known that he liked her anyway. “Yeah, I agree.”

“What?” Rami said, his eyebrows furrowed. “She’s our friend though.”

Joe shrugged. “Doesn’t change the fact that she’s beautiful.”

The boys agreed and let it go, but Ben looked over to Joe. “You like Y/N?” he questioned, hoping the answer was no.

Joe laughed nervously. “She’s my best friend.”

“Okay and? That doesn’t mean anything.”

Joe looked at his feet and thought for a moment. If he told them, you would inevitably find out. “No, I don’t like her.”

Ben nearly sighed in relief. He hadn’t pinpointed the exact moment he began liking you, but he knew it happened, and once it did, there was no turning back.

Joe felt the exact same way.

Present day

You felt extremely embarrassed, for Ben and for Joe, and even for yourself. You had a feeling Joe wasn’t going to let this go, but you really didn’t want to tell him all of Ben's feelings that Ben hadn’t even confirmed to you. As you drove Joe to his house at the end of the night, he still hadn’t forgotten about what was said. In fact, he had been obsessing over it.

He held your hand as you drove, trying to work up the courage to ask you about it, but still not wanting to seem jealous or possessive. He knew you had enough of that in your past.

“Hey um,” he finally spoke up, “What was that whole Ben thing about?”

“Oh, nothing.” You said, shifting in your seat as you pulled onto you and Joe’s street. “He had kind of figured it out before we told him, and he just seemed weird about it. A little mad, maybe.”

He nodded. “Mad about what?” he asked timidly. He could feel his cheeks getting red as the seconds passed. He has always been intimidated by Ben, by the relationship you and him had. Sure, you and Joe were dating, but the relationship you had with Ben was different. More intellectual.

You sighed. “I don’t know.”

Joe didn’t want to push the subject any further and risk making you mad or uncomfortable. One of the worst things Carter did was accuse you of dating Ben, and he didn’t want to become toxic with the same ideals of your ex boyfriend. He didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that all of this pointed towards the possibility of Ben having feelings for you. In fact, he remembered a year or so ago, when Ben had said you were the most beautiful girl at your school. He had brushed that off until now. Now it was relevant, now your relationship was at risk.

The car came to a stop as you pulled into his driveway and silence settled between the two of you. You wanted so badly to confide in Joe, to tell him everything you had experienced with Ben and to have him comfort you. But you didn’t want to hurt Joe’s feelings or make him worry about Ben, or, worst of all, make him mad at Ben.

He leaned over and kissed you sweetly, giving you a small, almost pained smile as he pulled away. You hadn’t given a great excuse to what you had talked to Ben about, and you knew that Joe had to have been a little bit suspicious.

Joe stepped out into the warm summer air and leaned down back into the car before shutting the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Joey.” You said softly. He shut the car door and you watched him as he walked up the porch. As he reached his front door, he turned around and gave you a small wave, then stepped inside.

As you pulled out of his driveway, you had already made your mind up as to where you were going. You had to talk to Ben, you had to try and get even a little bit of closure so you could stop worrying about this over-dramatic situation.

Joe watched your car through his front window and he saw you drive straight past your house, making his heart wrench. He closed his eyes and almost winced. Your car disappeared into the distance and he set his forehead against the window and sighed. He knew where you were going and he couldn’t even get mad.

You almost wanted to speed towards Ben’s house, your desperation for closure or at least a little more knowledge was becoming worse by the second. You pulled in his driveway and pulled your phone out, your hands shaking as you clicked on his contact.

Y/N- Come outside. I need to talk to you.

Ben- Can this wait

Y/N- Ben I’m serious. Please come and talk to me.

A minute passed and there was no reply. You typed and retyped another message to send to him, but then you saw his porch light turn on. You sighed in relief and climbed out of your car, warm air flowing around your body. The front door opened slowly and Ben came out, only wearing boxers and a white T-shirt.

The wind picked up as he walked over to you, looking down and scratching the back of his neck as he approached.

“Ben,” You started shakily. “I want you to tell me the truth, okay?”

He looked up and met your eyes. He looked scared, yet he nodded.

“What’s wrong?” You practically begged.

Wind blew his hair around and he put his hands over his face and let out a small laugh.

“I mean, everyone knows, Ben. It’s only a matter of time before I find out.”

He looked up and shrugged, a sarcastic laugh coming from his lips as he moved his hands to grip his hair. His eyes were glazed over with tears, the moon from the clear summer sky reflecting off of them.

“I love you.” He paused and your heart dropped. You had known, but somehow hearing him say it made everything worse. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Ben…” You started.

“And I could deal with it when you were with Carter. I knew you were never gonna see me that way, and I was able to live with that. But with Joe everything is so much worse, Y/N. You don’t understand. I loved you before Joe did. I was here all along. But you chose him over me and I’m not surprised, I’m not even mad. It just hurts, okay? It hurts… really, really fucking bad.” Hot tears were running down his face at this point and he had to stop himself from slapping his hand over his mouth at what he had just revealed.

You stood there awestruck at the sudden outpour of Ben’s feelings. “Ben,” you began, trying to put together what the right thing to say was in your mind. “You have to understand that I can’t be with you. That’s just not gonna happen.”

“You think I don’t know that?” He shouted. “I have spent the last six months coming to terms with that, Y/N.”

Silence settled in the air as the two of you stood there. Ben thought that maybe if he had told you just a week earlier things would have been different. You thought the same thing.

“I’m sorry Ben.” You choked, trying not to cry in pity for him, “I love someone else.”

He nodded. “I know.” He said softly.

“Please don’t tell Joe about this.” You pleaded.

“I won’t.”

You had nothing else to say, so you looked down then opened your car door.

Ben, desperately trying to make things better, grabbed your arm. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

He stood there for a second, holding your arm as you looked at him. A small part of you wanted to kiss him, and a huge part of him wanted to kiss you. He knew it was wrong, he did, but the hot summer air must have done something to him. He leaned in just a few inches, his hand not leaving your bicep.

He was giving you a choice. He only moved in halfway.

You looked at his lips then back at his soft blue eyes. For a second, you were tempted.

But then you thought about Joe. The way he made you feel. How he kissed you. The way he would always instinctively grab the back of your neck. The way he would put his face in the crook of your neck when you hugged. The way he looked when Ben was brought up. How hurt he would be if you did this.

You looked down and Ben let go of your arm. You couldn’t make yourself look back up at him as you climbed in your car and shut the door. He backed away from your car and put his hands on his head as you pulled away from his house.

Both of you had the same thought in your mind; did that just happen?

A few days later and the feelings of Sunday night’s ordeal had settled. More than anything, you felt bad for Ben. Ben on the other hand felt embarrassed. He hadn’t seen you or talked to you since that night and he wished that you could both just forget about it.

Taken that you felt bad for Ben, you probably should have figured that he, or anyone else for that matter, was going to be at your house in a few minutes before you and Joe started fooling around.

If you would have thought this through more, you would have come to that realization. But you didn’t.

You were straddling Joe’s lap on your bed, you didn’t hear the footsteps coming from the hallway. Joe’s hand was up your shirt and you were just beginning to reach down for the hem of his pants as the door to your room swung open. You both jumped, Joe’s hand immediately pulled out from under your shirt. You rolled off of him as quickly as possible and turned to the door as Joe sat up. Gwilym and Ben stood there, shocked.

“Oh, my god,” Gwilym burst laughing. “I am so sorry.”

You nervously laughed and glanced at Joe, who’s eyes were wide, a smile playing on his lips.

“I didn’t think you guys were gonna be here so early.” You breathed.

“Sweetheart, we’re 6 minutes late.” He said, still laughing.

“Oh.” You laughed a little. You finally looked at Ben, his face red and his fists clenched.

“Is this how it’s gonna be from now on?” He snapped. All laughter in the room came to an abrupt stop. “Because if it is, I’m already so fucking over it.” He said, his voice raising.

“Dude, calm down, it’s not that big of a deal, we weren’t even really doing anything.” Joe defended.

Ben shook his head. “This is fucking stupid. You really didn’t think that someone was gonna walk in? It’s 8 fucking 30!” He shouted.

“Ben, calm down.” You spoke softly, trying to diffuse the situation.

“No, Y/N, fuck off.”

“Woah!” Joe shouted, standing from the bed. “Just because you like my fucking girlfriend doesn’t give you the right to be mad at us for something like this!”

Everyone went silent and your jaw nearly dropped. Gwilym opened his mouth to say something, but Ben cut him off.

“Y/N, did you tell him?” He asked. He looked at you, hurt prevalent in his eyes.

Joe turned around to you and furrowed his eyebrows. “Tell me what?”

You looked back at Ben and he immediately realized what he had done. You had never told Joe, he had just made an assumption.

“Tell me what, Y/N?” He asked again.

“It’s not a big deal, I promise.” you pleaded.

“Don’t fuckng tell me that that’s true.” He laughed sarcastically.

You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Ben, what the fuck.” He said, spinning on his heel to look Ben in the eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nothing even happened, Joe. I told her and that’s it.” Ben admitted.

“You’re kidding.” He said. “Y/N, please tell me he’s kidding.”

“Joe, I thought that it was obvious that you already knew.” You said softly.

“Yeah, I kind of figured, but I didn’t think it was this fucking serious.” He said, turning back around to look at you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want you to freak out on Ben.”

“Oh so you're looking after him now.”

“That’s not what I said.”

He shook his head then scoffed. He turned back to Ben like he was going to say something, but he didn’t. He walked out of the room, pushing past Ben to get out of your doorway.

You put your hand over your mouth as you listened to him walk down the steps.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Ben began.

“Fuck off.” You said, standing up to walk out the door in an attempt to follow Joe out of your house.

Ben and Gwilym stood there and looked at each other. Gwilym didn’t feel like he had the right to say anything, but it would be awkward if he didn’t.

“Well,” He began, “at least he knows now.”

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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Horror Movie (Right There On My TV)

Pairing: Ben X Fem!Reader X Joe

Summery: You and the boys have a horror movie marathon

Warnings: Ya’ll this fics got it all. We’ve got fluff! We’ve got hurt/comfort! We’ve got a little angst! And of course we’ve got smut (18+)! Oral Sex (mostly m receiving but also a little f receiving), sensory deprivation in the form of blindfolds, fear play, restraints, a little hint of slapping, a bit of sub!reader, a bit of denial, fingering, unprotected sex, a little bit of m/m, i think that covers it

Words:8453

A/N: This is my HalloQueen event entry for @mrbenhardys ! Kyra I have absolutely loved getting to know you and I hope you enjoy this! 🎃💚

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Your relationship with Ben and Joe was hard to define. A facebook relationship status update would say it’s complicated. Acquaintances would say you and Ben were dating and that Joe was a close friend. The few friends who knew something about your situation would probably describe you as a lucky bitch for managing to snag two hot fuckbuddies. Which, admittedly, you were. It had started the same as most casual relationships you’d seen before, you and ben and a less-than-sober hookup. It happened on a night out celebrating a mutual friend’s birthday and then it had just sort of kept happening. A tipsy pash here, a booty call there. You fell back on each other after unsuccessful nights out and stressful work days. He never made you leave if you were at his place late and, after a week where you stayed over more nights than you spent at home, you’d ended up having a discussion about what was happening between you. Neither of you was in the right place for a proper relationship. You’d only recently got out of something fairly long term and he was very career oriented, still trying to learn how to mix his professional life with his personal, especially now that he was auditioning for roles in bigger productions. So you agreed to keep it casual and fun. Stress relief he sometimes called it, or distraction or a hundred other innuendos and code names. But no matter what name you used it was exactly what you both wanted: a regular good, fun shag.

The night you met Joe he flirted with you outrageously. Ben had invited you out with a bunch of other friends, a proper piss up to welcome Joe and make up for celebrations Ben had missed while he’d been filming. He was excited for the two of you to meet, sure you’d get along like a house on fire, though he probably hadn’t expected see you grinding against each other on the dancefloor quite so quickly. You caught him looking at you from over the shoulder of whichever friends he was talking to once or twice, feeling suddenly awkward under his gaze and a little like you were in the wrong. Maybe because it had been a while since you’d been with anyone other than Ben and there was the assumption you’d end up in his bed at the end of the night. But you’d reminded yourself that you and Ben weren’t exclusive, just friends who sometimes saw each other naked, and let your attention drift back to Joe. You’d ended up making out with him before the night was done, in a dark corner of the club, hands grabbing at each other, his tongue practically down your throat. That was as far as you got though. He was crashing in Ben’s spare room and you felt just a little too weird about the situation to let it progress any further. At least, until a few days later. You went over to Ben’s with the intention of just hanging out with the two of them, maybe watch a movie or take the dog for a walk. Ben had been so sure you and Joe would get on and you wanted to make a proper effort, have a conversation unhindered by house music and shots and wandering hands. Joe answered the door, explaining that Ben had just left with Frankie and didn’t expect to be back for a couple of hours. “I’ve just put the kettle on though, do you want a coffee? Tea? Ben’s told me so much about you and I’m dying to get to know the girl who pushed him out of a window.” “He told you that?” you asked, following Joe through to the kitchen. “Yup,” “Well he lied, I never pushed him out of anything. The idiot was drunk and fell out himself. Besides it was the ground floor, wasn’t a proper fall anyway.” “That’s not how he tells it,” “No, well, if he told it properly it wouldn’t be half so impressive,” you laughed. You’d ended up talking for a bit, realising Ben had been right about how much you’d like Joe. The friendly conversation led to picking up where you’d left off a few night’s previous which led to both of you giggling as you scurried into the spare room, shedding clothing as soon as the door was shut behind you.

Ben arrived home and was startled by you, wearing nothing but Joe’s shirt on your way back from the bathroom. The uncomfortable moment was only made more uncomfortable by Joe almost walking into you both, wearing only his boxers. “Y/N? What’s taking so long? You said you were going to blow me,” his voice trailed off at the end as his eyes landed on Ben. “Hey Ben, fancy seeing you here in your own home,” “You’re both getting on then?” Ben’s voice was cheery but uncomfortably so, like he was trying too hard. “Mmhmm, guess you were right about us,” you said, not quite meeting Ben’s eye. “Good, I’m glad,” his gaze were fixed on you, completely ignoring Joe who still stood in the doorway to his room, “Just out of curiosity, how long have you...” “Today was the first time,” you said, equally as focused on Ben as he was on you, “Came over figuring we’d all hang out and I’d get to know Joe because you kept going on about him. Didn’t really expect anything else to happen.” “Okay, cool. I mean, it’s fine, you’d make a cute couple,” “Thats not... it’s not like that. Right Joe?” you looked away from Ben for the first time since he’d appeared, “It’s nothing serious.” Joe blinked like he’d forgotten he was part of the scene taking place, like he wanted to call out to the director for his next line, “Oh, yeah, no. I mean, I’m only here for a couple of weeks and I’m not really looking for serious right now.” “Cool. That’s cool. None of my business anyway. Sorry, I’ll,” he gestured vaguely in the direction of the lounge room before disappearing through the doorway. You chewed on your lower lip, staring at the spot where he’d been. “Soooo,” Joe drew the word out until he ran out of breath, “can I ask what that was about?” “Huh? Oh um, yeah. Me and Ben have kind of had a thing going for a while,” you walked past Joe into his room searching the floor for your clothes, it didn't feel right to continue now that you weren't alone. “Shit, really?” “Yeah but not like anything specific. Just a casual thing. Other people weren’t off limits or anything so there’s nothing to worry about.” “Still feel kinda bad. It’s his house after all.” “Yeah,” you sighed, trying to convince yourself that was the only reason you felt bad. “What if we didn’t have to though? Feel bad that is.” You paused, halfway through pulling your underwear back on, “What d’you mean?” “What if he joined us,” Joe shrugged as he made the suggestion, trying to seem casual. “Really?” “Yeah, if you’re cool with it?” “I’ll go get him then,” “I’ll wait here then,”

You crept towards Ben as quietly as possible, almost making him spill his drink over both of you as you flopped onto his lap. “Shouldn’t you be with Joe?” Ben kept his gaze fixed on the TV screen. “Wanted to ask you something,” “What could possibly be so urgent?” “Do you maybe want to join us?” “What?” “Threesome, Ben. You in?” “Is that a trick question? Of course I’m bloody in,” You laughed as Ben swooped in to kiss you quickly and then pushed you off his lap, giving your arse a small slap to get you moving back to the bedroom. “Who’s idea was this?” Ben asked as he followed you back to where Joe was waiting. “Joe’s but it wasn’t like I needed convincing,” “Geez Mazzello, didn’t realise you were so hot for me.” “As if you haven’t been pining over me for months.”

The three of you fell into the arrangement quietly, without feeling like you had to discuss it overly much. It was just fun, after all. You did have a conversation over dinner about limits and likes but there was an understanding that, whatever your relationship was, it didn’t need to be defined or spelt out. You continued to hook up with Ben and, when the chance arose for you to see Joe you would, sometimes all three of you spending the night together. While Joe was away, home in the US, you kept in constant contact. Group chats between the three of you featuring jokes at each other’s expense, plans for things to do next time Joe was able to make it back to your part of the world and outrageously flirty messages, some of them down right filthy. Plus a private chat where you sent each other photos from your beds and lamented the distance between. Ben spent a few weeks visiting Joe and they made sure you knew everything that happened, your phone constantly vibrating as photo after photo was sent to you. The two of them at a baseball match, a series of shots taken while having dinner, a sneaky picture of an unaware Ben getting out of the shower, all of them captioned with things like bet you wish you were here, and better than what you’re eating, and jealous?

You and Joe got closer, despite being so far apart, during a few weeks when Ben started seeing someone else. It came as a surprise, Ben not so much as mentioning it to you until the day you texted to see if he wanted to come over to play videogames, have a drink and make out a bit. His reply felt awkward, like he didn’t want to admit he was with another woman, or maybe you were just projecting your own sudden, inexplicable hurt onto his words. You spent the night talking to Joe instead, wishing he was with you to make you forget the unexpected pang that had hit you when you saw Ben’s message. The conversation, which started with a joke about him no longer having to share you with Ben, carried you through three glasses of wine and ended with you sending him a video of you fingering yourself, only needing to wait about thirty seconds before he was calling for more. It was a good distraction for the night and one that continued regularly for the full length of Ben’s new fling. Eventually, sick of only being able to listen to your moans through the phone, Joe booked a flight back to visit. Once again he crashed at Ben’s place, though he barely used the bed. Even nights where the three of you would hang out together had the tendency to end with Joe following you home.

During his stay you learnt how he took his coffee and which were his favourite snacks, stocking up on all of them. You got used to the smell of his aftershave in your bathroom and on your sheets. And to the sound of his laughter ringing through your rooms. The day you came home from work and found him cooking dinner you decided that meeting him had been one of the best things to happen to you, and the thought was only confirmed later that night when he went down on you. Weekend mornings became excuses to stay in bed, snuggled up together under the covers, dozing between giggly remarks and lazy kisses. Unsurprisingly, Ben was a frequent topic of conversation. “Maybe we shouldn’t speculate about his bird so much,” you sighed, wriggling further into Joe’s embrace. “Well if he’d just tell us something about her we wouldn’t have to,” “You’re right, this is his fault. I bet she’s a bitch.” “Y/N!” Joe mock scalded, “Our Benny wouldn’t date a bitch. A cow maybe,” You both laughed, letting the sound fade into silence naturally. “No, she’s probably terribly lovely.” you said after a pause, “pretty too,” “I reckon she’s tall. Ben’s got a thing for tall girls,” he nudged you, pulling another smile onto your face. “I miss him,” “Great, what am I, chopped liver?” “Oh shush, you know what I mean. You saw us the other night, it’s different now. He’s more awkward around me.” “Yeah, I get the feeling you wouldn’t have seen as much of him if I wasn’t here,” “That’s probably true,” “It’ll pass. You’ll be back to normal before you know it,” “Bit hard since our normal involved a lot of sex, but I appreciate the sentiment.” “Well, if things don’t get better between you, you could always move over my way. I’m sure we’d be able to get you a job over there. And you wouldn’t even have to worry about a place to live or anything since I’ve got a perfectly good one. Could take my guest room. Or half of my room, I’ll clear some draws for you, save you some space in the wardrobe.” “Joe...” Part of you loved the idea, the thought of Joe liking you enough to want something more serious made you feel warm and gooey. But you sensed he wasn’t letting on to the full extent of his feelings, something unsaid hanging between you, and you didn’t know what to do with it. “I know, I know. A bit too serious sounding. But you are welcome any time. We can take pictures for Ben, maybe make him jealous enough that he breaks it off with what's-her-name and come back to us.” “Sounds like a brilliant plan. If they’re still together at the end of the month I’ll book my ticket.” You both fell into another fit of giggles, easing the momentary tension that had risen in your chest as he found your lips again.

They weren’t together by the end of the month. It only took a few weeks for the relationship to fizzle out and a few days after that he was calling you again. You tried not to look too happy when he appeared on your doorstep brandishing a bottle of your favourite rosé, a grin breaking out despite your annoyance at his interrupting you and Joe. “I can come back later,” he said, noticing your dishevelled hair and the robe you’d hastily thrown on. “It’s just Joe. You can come in if you want,” He nodded, dumping the bottle on the first table he passed as he followed you to your room. “Look who I found,” “Ben! Guess you finally realised how much you missed us,” “I think you missed me more,” he laughed, things instantly feeling like nothing had changed, “How’s our pretty whore been managing with only one cock to satisfy her?” “She’s been managing just fine, thanks,” Joe said as he hurled a pillow towards Ben. But Ben caught it, coming close to hit Joe over the head with it before swooping in to kiss him quickly. His smile was warm as he flopped onto the bed, squeezing into the space between you and Joe. “I did miss you though,” he said softly, pulling you into a deep kiss. You melted into him, your hand falling to his chest, able to feel his heart beating beneath your palm. “Hey, y’know as much as I enjoy watching you two together, me and Y/N were kind of in the middle of something.” You laughed against Ben’s lips, pulling away so you could lean over and kiss Joe too.

So it continued. Too many feelings for friends with benefits to feel like an apt description, but none of you claiming more than that. Any attempts to label your relationship only raised more questions until you gave up trying, but it was something none of you wanted to trade in or give up. Sometimes you worried that Joe, living so far away, felt left out, though you did everything you could to include him. But it became easier when he landed a role in a movie that was filming close to Ben’s place. He moved into Ben’s guest room again, this time for a few months rather than a few days or weeks. You celebrated his arrival by pouncing on him before he was even fully though the door, sinking to your knees and tugging his pants down with the promise that he could have you however he wanted in every room of the house. Ben rolled his eyes, dragging one of Joe’s suitcases over the threshold and complained that you’d never made him that offer.

The three of you settled into a kind of domestic bliss. Mornings spent drinking coffee before any of you had to rush off to work. Evenings spent walking Frankie, in a pair or all together, taking her to the park. Nights spent on the couch sharing a bottle of white wine as you talked, or drinking chai lattes as you snuggled close to keep warm. Sometimes you’d curl up in an armchair and doze, listening to the boys run lines together, or to Ben messing around with his guitar, the TV on in the background even though no one was watching it. Weekends and days off spent lazing around the house or heading out together. You cooked dinner together or argued about what to takeout to order, stole each other’s clothes, and sometimes all fell asleep in the same bed, whoever was in the middle waking up sweating in the morning from how warm it got. Fast and needy afternoon sex with Ben while Joe was still on set. Slow and lazy morning sex with Joe when he didn’t have to be in until late. Making out with one on the couch turning into both of them grabbing you, pulling you into place so they could have you at the same time. At first you returned to your own home each night but you gave it up as a bad joke before too long, happier to stay in either of their bed’s, even on nights when you were all too tired to so much as think about sex.

One night, a couple of weeks after Joe moved in, found the three of you huddled up on the couch together watching a scary movie. It had been your idea to have a horror movie marathon. The storm belting down outside set the perfect mood and the idea of cuddling up to your boys was too nice to pass up. Joe had jumped at the suggestion, already listing the movies he thought deserved to be watched before you’d even finished talking. Ben had agreed too, a little slower than Joe but with a joke about how scaring a girl with a horror movie was the number one way to get her into bed. You laughed and let them playfully argue about which of their beds you’d end up in, as you settled into the couch between them. “It’s gonna be mine, mate,” Ben said, readjusting in his seat so his body was turned towards you and Joe, “No offence but I’ve got the better arms for a comforting cuddle. Also, you don’t technically own a bed here. You’re in my bloody guest room so I think that means I get dibs,” “Bullshit! If you were a good host you’d let the guest have her.” “Think I let you have enough as is. That’s my jumper isn’t it?” Ben pointed at the maroon knit Joe had donned as he rushed out the door that morning. “That’s like comparing apples and oranges,” “Do I get a say in this?” You asked offhandedly as you scrolled through Netflix. “Only if you’re agreeing with me,” Ben countered, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you tight against his body. The sleeve of his yellow knit sweater scratched softly against the partially exposed skin of your stomach as you giggled. Joe leaned in towards you, his hand falling to your knee, “Don’t worry honey, we both know you’ll sneak into my bed once he’s asleep.”

There was a little more bickering from both of them, Ben reminding you that you could hide your face against his chest if you got scared, Joe scoffing that it’d be like hiding your face against a brick wall and you’d be better off leaning into him, even as Joe turned off the lights and you turned the volume up, loud enough to be heard over the storm. They both quieted down as the first movie started, though neither of them removed their hands from you. Occasionally Joe would shift his up your thigh, rubbing your skin softly as though he were soothing you or trying to warm you up, and at one particularly unexpected jump scare, both their grips on you tightened, neither relinquishing their hold until the movie was over. As the credits were rolling Joe grabbed the controller, flipping through the other horror titles until he found what he was looking for. “Found it!” “Bird Box?” “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to watch this for ages,” he said, “just haven’t had the chance yet,” “Ben, have you seen it?” “Um, no, I haven’t. But I’ve heard it’s good,” his voice sounded thick and he stopped to clear his throat between statements. “Alright hush up I’m starting it,” You glanced over at Ben but he caught you, flashing you a smile as he dropped a kiss to your shoulder and then turned back to the screen. You smiled back, deciding he’d only sounded odd from not using his voice for a couple of hours. Only fifteen minutes or so into the movie Ben got up, tiptoeing towards the front door, making sure it was locked, and then heading into another room as quietly as he could. You glanced at his back, but the screen soon drew your attention again, Joe’s eyes never having left it. Ben returned a few moments later with a large soft blanket, throwing it over the three of you as he settled back into place beside you, his arms looping around you loosely once more. During a particularly intense scene his hold on you tightened again, fingertips digging into your skin a little uncomfortably. You lay your hand over his, idly rubbing your thumb over his skin, and heard him release a shaky breath close to your ear, his grip relaxing. As the movie continued Ben tensed up more and more, pulling his feet up under him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. A loud clap of thunder erupted outside and you felt Ben gasp, his chest rising with the sharp intake of breath. You, somewhat awkwardly, managed to bring your hand up to run your fingers softly through his hair, feeling him relax again at the comforting touch, though not enough to look at the screen properly or move out of your reach again.

When the movie ended Joe got up and walked towards the light switch. “How about I make us all a tea or coffee or something before we start the next one,” “Think Ben might need something a little stronger,” The lights flicked on and Joe turned to find Ben huddled up against you. He started laughing. “Joe! Don’t be mean!” “Sorry, but you have to admit it’s a little funny. Mr ‘im here with my muscles if you’re scared’ having to hide under a blanket,” You shot Joe a warning look before focusing back in on Ben, stroking his cheek when he sat up straight again. “You okay bub?” “Yeah, sorry, just don’t do great with horror stuff,” “You should have said, we could have watched something different,” “No no, I should have gone off and done something else. I’d seen part of that first one already though and knew it wasn’t too bad. A couple of jump scares got me but otherwise it was fine. That second one though, with the blindfolds…” he shuddered. “Aww, Benny, come ‘ere” you moved to straddle his lap, pulling him into a hug. You heard Joe scoff but ignored him as your hand slipped over Ben’s shoulder and onto his back to rub soothing circles there. “Will you stay with me tonight? Don’t think I’ll get much sleep if I’m alone,” “Of course bub, whatever you need,” “Thanks,” he gave you a small sheepish smile. “I didn’t know you don’t like horror,” Joe said suspiciously, flopping into the seat beside you and Ben, arms crossed over his chest. “Not really something that comes up much, is it?” “And you’re definitely not bullshitting us to get Y/N into bed?” “No, not at all.” “But it is a bit of a bonus,” you laughed, nudging Joe’s shoulder teasingly. “Good, because otherwise I’d have to be offended that you’d choose her over me. She’s all arms and legs, nothing like as cuddly as me,” You felt Ben’s hand fall to one of your legs, tracing lightly from your ankle up to your thigh. “They are very nice legs though.” “Very nice,” Joe’s hand mirrored Ben’s. “What are you two doing? I’m trying to be comforting here,” “Can think of a few ways you could comfort me, love. Both of you. Only fair.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as Joe turned Ben’s head, the fingers on his chin pulling him into a soft, warm kiss. Ben’s hands slipped towards your arse, holding you securely against him as you raked your fingers through his hair. Your lips replaced Joe’s as he pulled back, shifting onto his knees so he could better reach Ben’s neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. The longer you and Joe lavished attention on Ben, switching between sucking at his pulse point and pressing your lips to his, the needier he got. Small, contented sighs and hums rose up in his throat, contrasted by how hard he was growing under you. His fingers pressed into you as he encouraged you to rock against him, bucking up when either of you made him feel particularly good, until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Wait,” he rasped, holding you still as Joe sat back on his knees. “Tell me what you want, bub.” “Mouth, please,” Grinning, you slid off his lap, pushing the blanket aside. You tapped his ankle to get him to open his legs wider so you could kneel between them. Ben groaned when you ran your finger along the outline of his still clothed dick, teasing him a little more before you pulled his joggers down and set him free. “Don’t worry Benny,” you leaned forward and let a long string of saliva drip over Ben’s cock, “gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget all about the movie.” He swore as you took him in your hand, pumping his entire length once, twice, before closing your lips around him. You lowered your head until you felt him hit the roof of your mouth and then came back up, tongue dragging along his underside. You didn’t quite let him fall from your mouth, waiting until the last moment to sink back down until he was once again hitting the roof of your mouth. Looking up through your lashes you saw both boys staring at you. Ben’s cheeks were flushed, his hand balled up into a fist, clutching the blanket he’d brought earlier. Joe was looking at you intently, lip pulled between his teeth. He had one hand tangled in Ben’s hair, the other lay still against Ben’s stomach as if it’d been about to slip under his jumper when he’d become distracted. Not that you could blame him.

A loud groan from Ben broke through the air as you came up for a breath. “Please don’t sto- oh fuck,” he whined as you sunk back down, letting him slip into your throat. “She is very good at that, isn’t she,” Joe said, blinking himself free of the trance you’d put him under. Ben managed to choke out a noise that sounded like agreement, but he was much too distracted to articulate anything properly. You pulled up again, stroking him in the absence of your mouth, as you gave your jaw a moment to relax, relishing the way he whined so needily. “Go on, keep going,” Joe palmed at the front of his own pants, “not very nice to make the poor boy wait,” “Hmm, funny how I’m doing all the work here,” “You don’t need my help, princess, got it completely under control,” “That’s true,” you chuckled, lightly squeezing Ben’s balls and making him gasp, just to prove it. “Babe, as fun as listening to you and Joe talk is, you’ve started something and I need you to finish it.” “Sorry bub,” you giggled, dropping a kiss to his thigh and then another to his cock. Joe leaned his head on Ben’s shoulder, settling in to watch the show and you once again stretched your mouth around Ben, taking him as deep as you were able. You put everything you had into the blowjob, using everything you knew about Ben to drive him towards his release. His pretty moans only rose in volume as you bobbed up and down, swirling your tongue over his tip, gagging as you took him deep. Hollowed cheeks and cupped balls, finger nails lightly running along the spots you knew were most sensitive. You could hear Joe, cooing at Ben, telling him how lovely he sounded moaning your name, how hot it was to watch, encouraging him. “Gonna cum for us? Gonna show Y/N how much you like her mouth wrapped around your cock? She’s been so good. Earned a reward. C’mon, cum all over her tongue, give her something to swallow.” It wasn’t the first time you’d heard one of your boys encourage the other to finish in or on you, but it still hit you hard, making you feel more aroused than you already were. You hummed around his cock, trying to convey your own encouragement wordlessly, the vibrations enough to push him over the edge. Ben swore as he came, rutting into your mouth as you milked every drop from him, Joe praising him and you softly.

You stood up, stretching with a small moan before reclaiming your place on Ben’s lap, “how was that? Feel better?” “Mmhmm, much,” he said, lips bitten and eyes soft, fingers dropping to your knee, rubbing at the indent the carpet had made. “Good,” you leaned forward with the intention of kissing Ben but Joe stopped you, taking you by the chin, his thumb skimming over the corner of your mouth. “Missed some,” he said, dragging his thumb over your lip. It tasted like Ben when he slipped it onto your tongue. “Go on, suck,” he said, watching you just long enough to ensure you did as you were told before turning to Ben, “y’know, I don’t think it’s right that she gets away so easy,” “What d’you mean? “Don’t you want to punish her a little? Give her a little taste of her own medicine?” “Again I ask, what do you mean?” “She really deserves some sort of payback for putting you through all that,” You grabbed Joe’s arm and tugged his hand away, “If I remember correctly it was you who chose the movie,” “Shhhhh, princess,” he said, covering your mouth with his other hand, almost laughing, “that’s not important. What’s important is that it was your idea to have a horror movie night in the first place. And I’m ready to watch you squirm.” “I take it you have an idea then,” “Yuuuup,” he popped the ‘p’, “I’m thinking blindfolds, I’m thinking restraints, I’m thinking….hmm…maybe some edging, who knows?” “Babe? You okay with it?” You wriggled on Ben’s lap, trying to subtly relieve some of the pressure that had only built with each of Joe’s ideas, “uh, yeah, yeah sounds fun,” “I knew you’d be wet for it,” Joe smirked as he got up to retrieve the supplies.

“Hey,” Ben said softly as Joe left the room, drawing your attention away from the doorway, “thank you, for before,” “It was a blowjob Ben, and probably not the last one you’ll get from me, no need to thank me so seriously,” “No, I meant for before that. You kept me much calmer than I felt during the movie. Just, y’know, letting me lean on you and the way you held my hand and stuff,” Ben’s eyebrows furrowed, “I’m not articulating it well, but you really did help,” “Well, you’re welcome,” you pushed a strand of hair behind his ear, “I just did what I would have wanted. What you’ve done when you’ve comforted me.” Ben pulled you into a hug, arms tight around your back as your head fell under his chin. “I don’t say this very often, Y/N, but I’m really glad we started doing this. And that we’re back to normal.” “Me too,” you laughed, “best sex I’ve ever had.” Ben laughed too, “well yeah, there’s that, but everything else too. I..” You could feel Ben’s heart beating under your hand, it sped up as he considered his next words. “At the risk of opening a can of worms… I don’t exactly know what we are or what to call this. But, it… it means a lot to me. You and Joe mean a lot to me. And,” You waited, holding your breath, Ben’s heart hammering against your palm. “maybe I shouldn’t say this while Joe’s not around but I… I think I –” “Found a blindfold!” Joe was practically bouncing as he came back into the room though he stopped when he saw you pushing yourself off Ben’s chest to sit up again, “Am I interrupting something?” One glance at Ben told you he didn’t want to say any more about it just yet, though you thought you could guess where he’d been heading before the interruption. “You caught us Joe, took so long we got impatient and squeezed in a quickie. Y’know Ben’s a cuddler afterwards.” “Ha ha, very funny,” he waved a piece of material in your face, “found a bandana in one of Ben’s cupboards. Not sure why he has one but it’s our good fortune he does otherwise I would’ve had to cut up a shirt.” “I dressed up as a cowboy for a party once,” Ben shrugged, “never got rid of the costume.” “Good thing because I’m definitely going to need to see you in it. I feel like you’d make a very sexy cowboy, don’t you Joe?” “Definitely. ‘Specially if he’s wearing the assless chaps I found too,” “Oh fuck off, I don’t own any assless chaps and you both know it,” “But now I know what to get you for Christmas,” “Don’t you dare,” “Why not?” “Cause I already got some for him,” Ben jerked his thumb as Joe, a cheeky smile lighting up his face at the joke. “Alright alright, enough assless chaps. Only one of us has had a chance to get off so far and that needs to change. So, blindfold.” He held the bandana up and moved behind you, looping it over your eyes and tying it toff tightly behind your head. “Can you see?” “Nope,” “Okay good,” You felt hands wrap around your waist pulling you backwards off Ben’s lap, feet landing on the carpet unsteadily. Before you’d even balanced yourself Joe was speaking in your ear, adrenalin and anticipation already pumping through your veins making your breath come quick. “You think you can get to Ben’s room without being able to see?” You were distracted momentarily by the warmth of Ben’s body pressing close to your front, his hands inching the hem of your shirt up. “Well? Do you?” “Yes, I think so yes,” There was a beat as Ben pulled your shirt off over your head, the noise of it rustling in your ears, your shoulders tightening as the chilly air hit you. You put your hands out in front of you, trying to find Ben and the warmth that came with him, but he was gone, moved out of reach once more. All you got was Joe, making sure the placement of the makeshift blindfold hadn’t been disrupted, and then a sudden quiet as the TV was switched off, whichever trailer had been playing in the background cut off mid-sentence. “Pants too, princess,” Joe said, snapping the waistband of the flannel pyjamas you wore. You hurried to wriggle out of them, the cold nipping at your bare skin. As soon as you were left in just your underwear Joe took your hand and led you away from the couch. “Okay, we’re going to go to Ben’s room,” he spun you around once, hands firm on your shoulders, “and you’re going to join us,” another spin, “and you’re going to be quick about,” a third spin, “because the longer you take the less chances you’ll have to cum.” He grabbed your shoulders, holding your firmly while you tried to shake the disorienting dizziness. “Take too long, princess, and you’ll end up completely denied until we decide you’ve earned more.” And then his hands left you, the soft pad of his bare feet disappearing somewhere towards the bedroom, any trace of Ben already gone, leaving you completely alone and unable to see.

You took a deep breath, trying to stop the vague panic that was already welling in your gut. In your mind you tried to conjure the layout of Ben’s house, looking at it from overhead, tracing the rooms from the lounge where you assumed you still were. Study, kitchen, bathroom, bedrooms, theoretically you knew where they all were but you had no idea which direction you were facing, no clue which part of the room you were in. But you couldn’t stand there forever. You’d either freeze or, worse, end up denied an orgasm for who knows how long. You had to start somewhere so you took a tentative step forward, arms held out in front to locate any obstacles you might run into. When nothing blocked your path you took another and another, hoping to find one of the two doorways out of the room. Your ears strained for any sound that might help you, any clue to your location, or theirs. The hum of some electronic left idle, the drip of a tap not turned off tight enough, hushed voices, anything. But the storm, still raging outside, interfered too much. All you could hear was the trees being whipped around by the wind and every so often a clap of thunder. Your steps were slow, careful, deliberate. The last thing you wanted was to kick a chair or a table by accident, or trip over something your outstretched arms didn’t catch. But you knew you were going too slowly. A clock ticked in your head, counting each lost second. You didn’t know how long too long was, five minutes? Ten?

Your hands hit something hard. Carefully you stretched a foot out too, toes brushing against a skirting board. A wall. Your heart leapt. A wall you could work with, follow until you found a doorway. The only question was left or right. You hesitated for a moment and then picked left, just because. You hoped that was the universe or something putting you on the right path, not a mistake. You held one hand against the wall as you walked, trying to remember what objects were against the walls in Ben’s lounge area. There was the TV of course and a large bookshelf. Maybe something hanging on a wall. Or did he take that down? You couldn’t quite remember. You felt more confident, steps faster now that you had something solid to follow. The wall led you to a doorway. You just had to work out which room you were in to know if you were on the right path. Tentatively, you left the wall, counting the number of steps you took so you could find your way back. Your hands waved through the air in front of you, searching for something to use as a point of reference. They landed on a smooth surface. It was large and cool. You had a suspicion of what it was, trailing your hands along it until the feeling changed. You tapped your nails on the new surface, a metallic sound reverberating around you. The sound made you smile, confirmed what you thought. It was the kitchen bench and you’d found the sink. You felt around to double check, finding first an upturned glass and then the tap, breathing a sigh of relief. You knew where you were and you knew where to go now. Finding Ben’s room shouldn’t be any trouble. You followed the bench until it met the wall and then followed the wall to the doorway. From there it was just a matter of weaving through rooms, trying not to bump into furniture. You didn’t even have to stick to the wall now that you knew which direction you were facing.

“There she is,” Ben said as you entered a doorway, “clever girl.” “Cold girl,” you shivered slightly, the chill getting to you more now that you didn’t have fear driving you ever onwards. “Think we can have you warmed up in no time,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you forward. “Can I take my blindfold off yet?” “Silly question, princess. Want to keep you on your toes.” Joe’s voice was closer than you’d expected, making you jump a little. He pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder as he unhooked your bra. Ben was already sliding your panties down your legs, on his knees in front of you. You gasped when he leaned in to lick you, not expecting the sudden burst of pleasure. It was amplified by Joe, rolling your nipples between his fingers, both of them working in tandem to draw a moan from you. “Well aren’t you just dripping,” Ben mumbled against you, tongue delving back into your folds, dragging up towards your clit. “Guess it’s true what they say about fear being an aphrodisiac,” Joe chuckled, the sound sending a tingle down your spine. “Christ, guys,” you panted, dropping your hands to tangle in Ben’s hair, trying to press him closer. “Uh uh uh,” Joe tutted in your ear, grabbing your hands by the wrist and pulling them away, Ben wincing a little as you tugged on his hair. He stood back up and you felt yourself be turned around, a sharp slap landing on your backside to push you forward. You hit the bed, closer to falling onto the mattress than climbing in gracefully. But it didn’t matter. As soon as you were down you were pulled into place, Ben climbing in beside you. He still wore pants, though no shirt, your hands running over his chest, feeling his muscles move as he propped himself up on his elbow and leaned in to kiss you. You felt one arm be pulled over your head and heard a click. “Bastards!” you laughed, “Didn’t have to trick me. Would’ve happily let you cuff me. And why’d you only do one anyway?” “Well, love, since Joe was so patient watching you be a greedy little cock whore before, it’s only fair that I get to watch him fuck you. And we all know what you’re needy fucking moans do to me, so your hand is free so you can be helpful and wank me.” You clenched your thighs together, trying to block out the desire coursing through you so you could work out where Joe was. The mystery was solved when he got onto the foot of the bed, prying your legs apart and shuffling between them. You tried to squirm away as he pinched your bum but it only made him and Ben laugh. “Now, princess,” Joe said, making you twitch as he tapped his fingers against your thigh, “remember you don’t get to cum without our permission.” “I know,” “Good. Wouldn’t want to have to punish you, would we?” “I get the feeling you actually would,” The tapping turned into a slap, “naughty, might have just extended your denial.” You groaned, half in response to his threat, half because of the way it felt when he slid two fingers into you, pausing to let you get your bearings before he began to move them. “So wet, even without Ben getting a proper go at eating you out,” “You can thank me for it anyway. Been wet since she was on her knees.” Ben took your hand, crossing it over your body towards him. You heard him summon a wad of saliva before he drew his tongue along your palm and then led you to his cock. You’d missed him pulling his pants down, or off, too distracted by everything else that was happening.

Your mind whirred with the mix of sensations, trying to focus and to keep abreast of any changes around you. The ticklish fuzzy texture of the cuff around your wrist. Ben’s deep voice near your ear as he called you a good girl between breaths and pleased sighs, the feel of his cock getting harder under your hand and the warmth of having him so close beside you. Joe’s fingers pumping and out of your wet cunt, the stretch, the sound as his speed picked up, his other hand on your thigh, holding you open, slapping you every so often just to make you jolt in shock at the sound and sting of it. You tried to listen for any rustle of clothing or creak of the bed that might warn you what was to come but it was useless, every shift and adjustment taking you by surprise. Your own breath sped up as Joe fingered you, adjusting the angle of his attack to draw whimpers and gasps from you. And then the sudden emptiness as he pulled his hand away. You whined, hoping it’d make him quicker to give you more, but it didn’t work. Instead you listened as he offered his fingers, coated in your arousal, to Ben. Listened as Ben sucked them clean. Felt the wet trail as Joe wiped them across your stomach.

Your breath hitched when you felt Joe slide his cock along your pussy, your hips rising to meet him each time he nudged your clit. You must have looked desperate, judging from the way Joe chucked. He was sick of waiting but he enjoyed teasing you. Entering you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. It gave you time to adjust to his size while still making you crave more. And then pulling your legs up over his shoulders, changing the angle ever so slightly, making you feel tighter, fuller. “You okay princess?” “Mmhmm, please just move already,” He didn’t need telling twice, holding your legs steady against him as he set a brutal pace. Once Joe sped up so did Ben. He’d kept your movements over his cock slow and steady, not wanting things to escalate too quickly, but at the sight of you writhing under Joe, moaning and panting he couldn’t help himself. He held your wrist still as he thrust up into your hand, taking control. You were glad to let him, too preoccupied with Joe pounding into you, rubbing circles on your clit. Knowing you were trapped between them, being used without knowing if you’d get to feel your own release, only turned you on more. Another thrust from Joe, particularly well timed to coincide with a very firm touch to your clit had you moaning that you were close.” “Hold it,” Joe grunted, relentless in his movements. You nodded, biting your lip, unable to form words that weren’t senseless begging. He didn’t slow down or remove his fingers from you though, and, afraid you wouldn’t be able to hold off unless he removed some of the stimulation he was giving you, you whimpered. “Please Joe, I c-can’t, I can’t,” “Can’t what, slut?” “I need to cum, please, please, please,” You thought for sure that Joe was going to stop touching you, or else you’d fall over the edge without permission, be punished and left without release for weeks. Instead you heard Ben tell you to cum, voice strained as he neared his own climax. You moaned loud as you followed his instruction, back arching off the bed and toes curling. Joe’s grip on your legs tightened as he held off his own orgasm long enough to fuck you through yours, pulling out and coating your stomach in his seed. Ben finished over your hand within seconds, gasping your name.

You were panting when you felt Ben collapse beside you, placing your cum covered hand on your stomach alongside the splatters Joe had left there. Joe stood up and uncuffed you before sagging down on your other side. “You can take the blindfold off, love,” Ben said softly as he snuggled into your side. You blinked at the sudden bright light. The first clear thing you saw was Joe smiling at you, leaning in to kiss your temple. “You okay?” “Yeah, great, just gotta catch my breath a bit,” “Ben, you good?” “Mmhmm. Give me like ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go on,” “Go on?” “Didn’t think that was all you’d get, did you?” “It isn’t?” “Ben’s convinced he wont get a wink of sleep without fucking himself, and consequently us, into exhaustion.” “Besides, you got back to the room really fast,” the blonde mumbled against you, “so if anything you earned a lot more. Like, us eating you out for hours a lot.” You couldn’t help but laugh, as your boys snuggled closer. Perhaps it was the high you were still coming down from, or the giddiness that came from knowing you’d essentially beaten the challenge they set you, or just the warm safety you felt lying between them, but whatever it was you found your heart pounding as you cleared your throat. “Hey, guys?” Both responded in wordless noises to show they were listening. “I love you. Both of you.” Your heart was in your throat, brain automatically trying to spin a way to unsay the words you’d just let slip. Their silence seemed to drag on for a thousand years as you waited breathlessly for their response. Ben moved first, though Joe wasn’t far behind, leaning over to kiss you deeply, saying the words softly back against your lips. Joe pressed a string of kisses along your jaw, kissing you properly once Ben had backed away, smiling as he said it too.

#my writing #ben hardy smut #joe mazzello smut #ben hardy x reader #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy x reader x joe mazzello #ben hardy imagine #joe mazzello imagine #sorry it's a bit late!!#also long lmao #i wanted to flesh out the relationship #and then suddenly i was 4k words in and hadn't even got to the smut #i just really like writing fun banter and soft boys lmao #halloqueen #halloqueenevent

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hauntedflamingo · 4 years

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What would I do without you? Part one

Dean Karny X reader

A/n: Seriously there are spoilers for the Billionaire Boys Club movie. Don’t read if you haven’t seen it. Fair warning.

Dean’s car is already in the driveway when you get home. He had not been home this early since he started the BBC and you both moved in with Joe. He always came home late, from a meeting with clients or the rest of the BBC. As you walk through the door, you hang up your coat and your purse, finding your suitcase next to the door. “Dean, I’m home!” You shout, walking towards the bedroom.

You hear his footsteps running down the stairs. “Hey baby.” He walks into the bedroom, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He steps back and you take in his appearance. “Why does it look like you started a moving company?” You smile, trying not to laugh at him. “Also, why is my suitcase next to the door?” Dean doesn’t return your smile. In fact, he seems anxious. “You need to stay at your sister’s apartment for a few days.”

“What! Why?” You are taken aback, not expecting the conversation to take such a serious turn.

“I can’t really explain. Just tell her that we had a fight. I already packed your bag with a few days of clothes. I will let you know when you can come back home.”

“Okay?” Looking at him skeptically.

“Just trust me” He brings his hand up to your face stroking your cheek.

“I do.” Moving your face to kiss his palm. Walking back to the front door, you grab your coat and purse, not bothering to put them back on, as you head out the door. Dean quickly follows you with your suitcase and puts it in your car. Before you get in the car, he gives you a kiss on the lips that feels desperate. You pull him closer running your hands through his hair. He breaks away and squeezes your butt. You smile up at him. This time he smiles back but his eyes look sad. You know something is wrong with him but you can’t figure it out.

You drive to your sister’s apartment and ring the doorbell. She sees the suitcase in your hand. “What is wrong?” “Dean and I had a fight. Can I stay here for a few days?”

“Sure, you can stay in the guest bedroom.” She Moves away from the door to let you in and closes it behind you, making sure to lock it. “You know now is not the time to be having a fight when you are supposed to be planning a wedding.”

“Yes, I know.” Sitting down on the couch. “It’s just he is always home late and I never get to see him anymore since he started the business with Joe.”

Your sister sits next to you. “Don’t worry you guys will figure it out. “What do you want to eat for dinner?”

“Whatever you want. I am going to take my stuff to the room.” Standing up, you grab your suitcase and walk down the hall. You and your sister eat, watch tv for a while, and then head off to bed.

Sitting at your desk, your phone rings. Sighing, you drop your pencil and pick up the phone. “This is Y/N.” Trying not to sound too irritated since your work was interrupted. On the other side of the phone you hear Deans voice “hey baby.” He sounds tired. “Dean? Are you okay?” You hear him exhale before he starts to speak “I was wondering if you would go down to the police station with me. They want to speak to me.” Stunned, you finally answer his question. “Let me go ask my boss”. Slowly you get up from your desk, walk down the hall and knock on your boss’ door. “Come in” she says. Opening the door, you walk in and sit down in the chair opposite the desk. “My fiancée wants me to go down with him to the police station.” Your voice is already wavering.

“Is everything okay?” She asks.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out. “He hasn’t told me the situation yet. I wanted to know if I could go with him. I don’t know how long it will take. Hopefully it will only be an hour but it might take longer. So, I might be back after lunch. Talking quickly so you don’t start crying.

“You can go. Just try to be back as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.” Walking back to your desk, you try to calm your nerves before picking up the phone. “My boss said I can go. Are you already at the?” Feeling a lump form in your throat, not finishing the sentence.

“Baby, don’t cry. I will meet you there. Everything is going to be fine.” He says softly, trying to calm you down. Knowing you would not be able to say goodbye, you hang up the phone. You put away your work and grab your purse, running to the bathroom to fix your makeup and try to stop crying. On the way to the station, you try not to think about any reasons why the police would need to speak with him.

When you get to the station, you see Dean already standing by the door. Parking your car, you hurry across the lot. He doesn’t say a word, just grabs your hand tight and opens the door. You sit down in the waiting area while he goes to talk to the receptionist. A few minutes later he is led out of your sight.

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queenmylovely · 5 years

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Friendly Competition

Summary: Joe mazzello x fem!reader. A day at the Farmstead turns into a night at the corn maze.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: cussing, some slight innuendo

A/N: This is my entry for @forever-rogue Patricia’s Halloween Challenge! It was so fun to write! Thank you again to @musicgirlyy for beta-reading!! Also, if this is enjoyed, I could be persuaded to write more... I hope you all enjoy, and any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs, messages, and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

Masterlist

(pretend it’s apple cider)

19. “Let’s split up.” “Let’s not.”

46. “OH MY GOSH SHUT UP THEY’RE GOING TO KILL US!”

66. “How did you manage to get us lost in a corn maze?”

🎃🎃🎃

Crisp fall days were the way you always really felt yourself getting into the holiday season. It was hard to get into the Halloween spirit when it was 75 degrees and still humid. So, when the temperature first dropped down to the high 50s in New York and there was a slight breeze in the air, you hit up your friends to head out of the city for a Saturday. There was a perfect fall place that you knew of called the Farmstead that had a pumpkin patch, sunflower fields, hot apple cider, hay rides, and corn mazes (of both the scary and non scary variety).

Everyone replied in the group chat that they’d be able to make it: Rami, Lucy, Ben, Gwilym, and Joe. You rolled your eyes when you saw the dumb pun that Joe sent to the group.

Joe: Hell yeah I’m down, the group that spooks together stays together #SquadGhouls!

Y/N: Save it for the Instagram post Mazzello

It wasn’t that you disliked Joe, he was just… annoying a lot of the time. Plus, the two of you brought out each other’s competitive sides, which led to a lot of heated moments. Rami and Gwil thought you two hated each other and were always surprised when the two of you made sure to include each other in the group plans, going as far as to make sure that it worked for the other’s work schedule. Lucy and Ben thought you should just fuck and get it over with.

Day of, Joe came around to pick everyone up since he was the one with the SUV that could hold all six of you. He was picking you up last since your place was the furthest along the way there. When he pulled up to the curb, you were surprised to see that the passenger seat was still open. You assumed that Gwil or Ben would’ve been sitting there.

As you got in and said hi to everyone, Joe explained the reasoning, “I figured you should sit in the front since you’re the one that knows where we’re going. Plus you have the least weird taste in music out of any of the others.”

All four of the others protested, but you talked over them, “I’ll take that sad excuse of a compliment. And hush up all of you, you know it’s true. Ben and Gwil, you guys always try to play that weird euro-techno stuff, and Rami and Lucy, no one else likes the death metal.”

Joe laughed, Lucy and Ben flipped you off, Gwil made a shocked face, but Rami just drawled, “What can I say? She converted me.”

That set all of you off, and Joe started driving in the direction of the destination as everyone caught their breath.

It was about an hour and a half drive and you all amused yourselves with catching up, recountings of old stories, and a song guessing game. Ben was in the lead when you were in charge of the music, but that was because neither you nor Joe were playing. When the two of you kept heckling the others however, Ben grabbed the phone from you and had you and Joe face off. Rami and Gwil had wide eyes full of concern that something drastic would happen like you grabbing the steering wheel to throw Joe off or Joe screaming at you about the answer instead of looking at the road. Lucy saw where Ben’s thought process was going and egged the two of you on.

Luckily for everyone’s safety, you and Joe were able to keep civilized; he focused his eyes on the road and you didn’t distract him as the two of you fought for the answers. It was a game of back and forth, though. Joe would get an answer first, and on the next song you would. Then you would remember the title of a song but not the band and Joe would have the opposite predicament. After about half an hour of the score volleying, you arrived at the destination, but neither of you would let anyone get out of the car until the tie was decided.

Ben conferred with Lucy for a second, leaning over the back of his shared bench seat with Gwilym before describing the rules, “It’s sudden death, you can listen to the first thirty seconds of the song and then tell us the song, artist, and album. The one who gets the most elements wins.”

They played the song, and you knew it with just the first two seconds. Joe looked confident too as they stopped the song. You bit your lip in anticipation and noticed Joe look at your lips and wet his own in what you assumed was the same nervousness.

“Okay, driver first. What’s your guess Joe?” Ben asked, and everyone leaned forward to hear him.

He cleared his throat and then said with conviction, “Queen, ‘Sheer Heart Attack,’ from the album of the same name.”

Ben’s face did not change at all, and neither did Rami or Gwil’s (though their lack of change was more from a lack of knowledge than remaining impartial). You saw Lucy’s eyes widen ever so slightly and were unable to keep the smirk off of your face.

“Okay, Y/N, what about you?” Ben asked.

“Queen, ‘Sheer Heart Attack,’ and News of the World,” you replied with 100% confidence.

“Fuck,” Joe said under his breath as Rami and Gwil gasped at the difference in answers.

“Y/N is correct. ‘Sheer Heart Attack’ was originally written for the same album, but it was not published until News of the World,” Ben said in a stoic voice and the others erupted into a chorus of “ohhhs.”

Joe stuck his hand out to shake yours and said, “Good game, Y/N.”

“You too. Although I am a little surprised at you. A bit of an amateur move, Joey,” you replied in a teasing voice. Joe’s grip tightened around your hand and his eyes darkened, but you didn’t know whether it was out of anger or something else.

You shivered under his intense gaze and he noticed, “Cold already? We haven’t even gotten out of the car.” He didn’t let you make up an excuse before he let go of your hand and turned off the car, quickly opening the door and getting out.

Shaking whatever that feeling was from your head, you grabbed your gloves and scarf and joined the others in climbing out of the car. The six of you made your way over to the entrance and paid the fee that would allow you to go anywhere and do anything. They stamped the back of your hands with a cute little jack-o-lantern stamp and you continued onto the property.

The afternoon was spent picking out pumpkins and then carving them at the station they had already set up. Rami and Lucy worked together on a giant one that they carved into a spooky graveyard scene, you did a traditional jack-o-lantern face, Gwil made his into a cat, Joe did a creepier type of jack-o-lantern with sharp teeth, and Ben didn’t let anyone see his until he was done.

Ben turned it around with a, “tah-dah!” and revealed an incredibly intricate forest scene with delicately carved trees, an owl, and a glowing moon. All of you gasped softly in response.

“Ben, I never knew you were so good at pumpkin carving!” Lucy exclaimed as you all took a closer look.

“What can I say? I’m a bit of an artíste,” he said with a smirk, causing everyone to laugh. Travelling in a group, you all took your pumpkins back to the car, stashing them in the trunk before heading back into the Farmstead.

For the next hour or so, you all took turns taking pictures with different pumpkins, in the sunflower field, and with an array of scarecrows. When the sun was just starting to sink in the sky, you decided to go on a hayride before it was too dark. It was a big old tractor pulling a trailer that was lined with hay bales along the sides and the back. You and Joe climbed in first, each planning to sit at the end of either side. However, as you were sitting down across from each other, Lucy grabbed you and Ben grabbed Joe, both roughly pushing you to sit down at the head of the trailer, squished in next to each other.

Then Lucy sat diagonally to you on the side, as did Ben with Joe, Rami and Gwil sitting on the other side of them. Effectively, you and Joe were trapped sitting next to each other. Joe shot Ben a puzzled look which he ignored, and you rolled your eyes at Lucy who just winked at you. Two more couples got on, filling up the four empty seats.

The person who would be driving the tractor climbed up, holding five medium sized flannel blankets. It had cooled down considerably since the afternoon, and it would be especially cold sitting still. They tossed a blanket to each pair then climbed down and went to get in the tractor and start the ride.

“Here, you can have the blanket,” Joe told you, handing you the folded up blanket he caught.

You took it from him, but replied, “Oh please, it’s freezing, literally freezing, and this blanket is plenty big for the two of us. Just scoot closer.”

Joe moved like two inches closer to you, but the gap between you was still about 6 inches across. You rolled your eyes at his hesitancy.

“Like this,” you said, moving until your thigh was firmly pressed against his. “I won’t bite.”

You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, though you couldn’t tell whether it was because of your closeness or your words. You ignored the implication that either way it was because of you.

Draping the blanket over your legs, you smoothed it out, brushing your hands across both of your laps. It was mostly an innocent touch, but you were also testing out your theory. Although he tried to hide it, his breath hitched when you got a little further up his lap, but you kept your hand from going anywhere that would make what you were doing obvious. You smiled to yourself triumphantly, but put a pleasant smile on your face as the hay ride started.

The hay ride was fun, and you all took more pictures. It did get pretty cold, and you had to huddle closer to Joe, for purely warmth reasons. You all chatted, but also took time to just enjoy each other’s company in silence.

When the hay ride ended, you all decided to grab a snack before choosing the next activity. There was a little shack of a café that sold caramel apples, apple cider, soups, and hot sandwiches. Everyone got something to fill their stomachs and warm up a little. Once everyone was done, there was talk about what to do next. Lucy and Rami wanted to go to the scary maze, since it was finally dark enough to be good, but Gwil and Ben seemed a little scared of doing so. You weren’t so scared, but you did want to go through the regular maze because you wanted to solve it, and you convinced Gwil and Ben to come with you. Joe seemed like he was leaning towards the scary maze, but you could tell that Lucy wanted some time with just Rami (or maybe she just wanted you and Joe to go together, who knows?).

“Joe, why don’t you come with us? Bet I’d be better at solving the maze than you are,” you said, making it interesting for him.

“Oh, you’re so on,” he said, moving to join where the three of you were standing.

“Okay, perfect. Meet back at the shack by 11:00?” Rami asked and everyone agreed. He and Lucy headed off towards the scary maze hand-in-hand, already giggling in excitement.

“Aw, aren’t they just the cutest?” you said aloud, and then turned to see the three boys watching them walk away with the same adoration in their eyes as they nodded.

“Alright, come on, boys,” you said, linking arms with Joe and Ben who were closest to you. Gwil linked arms with Ben on his other side and the four of you headed off to the entrance of the maze.

“Look at us, we’re like The Wizard of Oz,” Joe said cheerfully and you all laughed.

“Wait, then who’s who?” Ben asked curiously.

“Well, I think it fits that I’m Dorothy, especially since I’m the one that’ll be leading this quest,” you started.

“I resent that,” Joe interrupted.

You shot him a look and continued, “Gwil is definitely the Cowardly Lion because he was the first to say no to the scary maze.”

Gwil shrugged and said, “I’ll own up to that. I don’t like being scared.”

“Then Ben is the Scarecrow,” you started, and Ben made a sound of disapproval. “Just because your blonde hair matches the straw, Benny,” you added, ruffling his hair.

“Y/N, not the hair,” he complained, dropping your arm to fix it.

Taking advantage of you not being attached to Ben anymore, Joe tightened his arm around yours and tugged you to the side.

“What’s next, you gonna call Gwil ‘Gwilly’? And what, I’m the Tin Man ‘cause I’m heartless?” Joe practically growled in your ear.

Frowning in confusion at his first question, you wondered what about you calling Ben ‘Benny’ would have made him mad. Nevertheless, you couldn’t stop the shiver that took over your body at his closeness, but tried to return to a neutral face, “It’s the only one left, and it’s not a perfect metaphor. You’re the one who brought it up, anyway. Plus, if you’d ever read the book, you’d know he has quite the love story.”

Joe’s arm relaxed around yours slightly at your words, and the frown on his face changed from annoyed to confused. To your surprise, though, he didn’t release your arm and you stayed linked as you continued walking. Not that you necessarily wanted to get away.

The four of you reached the entrance, and Ben and Gwil took maps, but you and Joe refused to look at them. You dropped Joe’s arm once you were all inside the entrance and turned back to face everyone.

“Let’s split up,” you said plainly.

“Let’s not,” Gwil and Ben said in unison.

“I’m not prepared to face anything in this maze with any less than three other people,” Gwil said, unrelenting.

“But Gwil it’s not even the scary maze. There’s nothing in there that will jump out at you,” Joe tried to reason with him.

“That’s exactly what they want you to think,” Ben said, shifting his gaze from side to side as if he were a conspiracy theorist trying not to let on that he knew a secret.

“Yeah,” Gwil agreed.

“Oh come on, how are Joe and I supposed to compete if we’re in the same group?” you asked them and Joe made a sound of agreement.

“Ummm…” Ben hesitated, but Gwil had been looking at one of the maps and spoke up.

“Ah ha! It says here that the fastest anyone’s ever gotten out was in 36 minutes. Why don’t you two just work together to beat that time?”

You and Joe looked at each other and sized up what the other was thinking. Coming to the same conclusion, you said simultaneously, “Okay.”

“I’ll go tell the people at the entrance that we want to be timed, and then we’ll get a move on it,” Joe told you and you nodded before he jogged off to tell them. He was back in a second, and you started right away.

“Okay, if we stick to one side the entire time, it’s a surefire way to get out,” Joe told you.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking. Left side? Let’s go,” you confirmed, and the two of you took off purposefully, leaving Gwil and Ben hurrying to keep up.

It was a pretty simple way to solve a maze, but it worked way better than just wandering around and hoping for the best. Every so often, your group would come across what looked like a real path, but you weren’t sure. One time, you were about to head down one of them when you stopped the others.

“Wait, this isn’t a real path. All of the others have been about four feet across, and I’d say this one is only about three and a half. Also, you can see where some of the stalks have been trampled down instead of cut,” you pointed out, matter-of-factly.

“You’re right. Good catch,” Joe said seriously and the two of you moved to the next real path.

“They’re like fucking bloodhounds,” Ben said in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Gwil laughed with him. The laugh died in their throats though when you and Joe rounded a corner and they couldn’t see you anymore. They basically ran to catch up to you, and you and Joe both laughed at their harriedness.

“Real talk, guys, if you ever do lose us, just go southwest and you’ll find the exit. Even if you have to make some new paths, you’ll get there,” Joe informed them.

“And how exactly are we supposed to know which way is southwest?” Gwil asked incredulously.

“The sky, duh,” Joe replied.

“Are you sure you weren’t a soldier in a past life or something?” Ben said in confusion.

“No, I just played one on TV,” Joe joked and you laughed, lightly touching his arm. He laughed along with you, looking at you cheerfully.

“That’s fine, don’t tell us. We’ll just die out here when you ditch us because you have to win,” Gwil said grumpily, though you knew it was more to make you feel bad than him actually being worried.

“Aw Gwil-” you stopped yourself from saying Gwilly, remembering what Joe had said earlier. You shot a glance his way to see him looking relieved that you hadn’t and then continued, “We would never desert you guys.”

Gwil looked satisfied with your reply, and so you hit your hands together and said, “Let’s get to it, then!”

The rest of the maze was going well, and by your own timing, it had only been 25 minutes and you could tell you were close to the end. That is until the two of you let Ben and Gwil take the lead for a minute since they said they had figured out how the system worked.

You and Joe were walking behind them and chatting when you noticed a similar pile of corn cobs as you had seen before. You pointed to them and asked, “Haven’t we seen those before?”

Joe looked at them closer and replied in exasperation, “Yes, we absolutely have.”

“Ben, Gwil, How did you manage to get us lost in a corn maze?” you asked them, bringing your hand to the bridge of your nose.

“Um…” Ben was at a loss for words again.

“Isn’t that the whole point of a corn maze?” Gwil asked sheepishly.

“Not when you’re trying to beat the best time!” Joe insisted.

“You guys said you knew what you were doing,” you reminded them.

“Oh come on, we can’t be trusted to do this kind of stuff. It’s on you guys for believing us in the first place. You should be mad at yourselves,” Ben said, pointing an accusatory finger at you both.

“Believe me, we are,” you said, giving up on being mad at them. Ben was right, they were always getting lost, and they were too cute to stay mad at anyways.

“If we hurry, we can still do this. We didn’t pass this place the first time too long ago,” Joe encouraged you and you agreed.

Staying in front this time, you and Joe set off a faster pace to make up for having to retrace your path. Gwil and Ben trailed a little, not far enough to lose sight of you, but far enough that they could complain under their breath for their perceived mistreatment.

“I can’t believe they’re blaming us for that,” Ben complained to Gwil.

“I know, it’s not like we tried to get lost,” Gwil grumbled.

They were silent for a couple seconds and then there was a rustle of corn stalks somewhere behind them.

“Shhhh,” Gwil told Ben.

“What are you shushing, I haven’t said anything,” Ben pointed out.

“Can you hear that? Something’s moving behind us,” Gwil whispered and Ben listened with him. Sure enough, they were more sounds of movement, and they were creeping closer and closer to the boys faster and faster.

Looking at each other with fear in their eyes, they screamed, starting to run to catch up to you and Joe.

Startled by their screams, you and Joe turned back to see what was happening. Joe saw what was coming first and pulled you to the side with him to keep you from getting hit. You were just in time to see a blur of long limbs and shorter, more powerful ones running past you and hear Gwil yell, “OH MY GOSH THEY’RE GOING TO KILL US!”

The two of you tried to yell “wait” after them, but they just kept going. Luckily for them, you and Joe had only been about 200 feet from the exit, and they were able to run straight out of the maze.

You and Joe looked at each other in confusion and then looked behind where you were standing to see two kids jogging towards you. They didn’t slow down, instead just calling out an explanation, “We’re trying to beat the record, excuse us.”

Realizing that your friends had been scared out of their wits by two twelve year old kids made you and Joe crack up. The two of you laughed, leaning on each other to stay upright as you lost your breath and wiped tears of laughter from your eyes.

“Oh my- oh my gosh, I can’t believe they were so scared-” you got out between heaves of breath before you dissolved into another fit of giggles.

“I know, I didn’t think- didn’t think either of them could run that fast. You know, Ben’s not really a cardio guy, and Gwil hates to run,” Joe said, which just sent you two into another full on laugh-attack.

After a little while, the laughs died down and the two of you were left standing incredibly close, breathing heavily in the same proximity so that you were sharing the same breath. The smiles died from your faces as you continually stared into each other’s eyes, searching for a sign that you should do exactly what you were both thinking about.

You didn’t even know what you were going to say next, but you started with, “Joey-” and that was his sign. He closed the distance between you and crashed his lips against yours, taking what was left of your breath in a searing kiss.

Moaning into it, your mouth opened slightly and Joe took the chance to run his tongue just along the inside of your bottom lip. You followed his tongue with yours and wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him unbelievably close.

His arms went to your waist, and even through the layers of your coat, sweater, and undershirt, you could feel the warm pressure of his hands on you that made your skin burn for more.

Before the kiss could go anywhere else, you heard laughter coming from around the corner and broke apart, smiling at each other for a second before you started walking towards the entrance. You didn’t say anything, but Joe linked your arm through his again and you leaned into him.

As you exited the maze, you found Ben and Gwil standing together, looking pretty embarrassed.

“Hey guys, you doing okay?” Joe asked in mock concern.

“Yeah, or do we have a couple of twelve year olds to give a stern talking to?” you said in the same tone.

“Very funny,” Gwil said sarcastically.

“Yeah, by the way, those twelve year olds just beat the record and you two are two minutes too late,” Ben taunted, trying to get the mocking off of him and Gwil.

“I’m okay with that,” you said calmly.

“Yeah me too,” Joe agreed.

“Who even are you?” Gwil questioned, looking at you two suspiciously as if you were about to go off and blame the two of them for losing the contest. Ben on the other hand saw the way your arms were linked and noticed the flush of Joe’s cheeks that hadn’t been there earlier, even from the cold, and came to his own conclusion.

Before Ben could say anything, you spoke up, “Shouldn’t we head to the shack? It’s almost 11:00.”

“I s’pose,” Ben conceded, and the four of you linked up again, though this time Gwil was next to you and Ben was on the other side of Joe. Someone started skipping and soon you all joined in, so you arrived, out of breath and cheery to find Lucy and Rami sipping on some hot apple cider outside the shack.

They laughed at the sight of you and Lucy asked, “So, how did it go?”

“Pretty well, until Gwil and Ben literally ran screaming out of it because two kids had been walking behind them,” you explained as everyone dropped their arms, Joe hesitating for a second before dropping his from yours too. Lucy caught it, but didn’t say anything, instead she just stood there with a thoughtful look on her face.

“Guys, I know you don’t have that much experience with kids, but trust me, they’re not that scary,” Rami said, and everyone but Ben and Gwil laughed.

“Whatever, I’m going to go get some cider,” Gwil said and turned on his heel to head inside.

“Yeah, uh, me too,” Ben said, following him in there.

Joe leaned in and said to you, “I’ll be right back.”

Lucy, again, noticed it and gave you a knowing look, “So, Y/N, anything else happen in the corn maze? Anything Ben will be excited to tell me about?”

“Well, Joe and I were trying to beat the time for solving it, but when Ben and Gwil distracted us, we decided to let those kids win instead,” you replied, being purposefully obtuse.

“Haven’t you said before that nothing could distract you from winning? Seems like something as trivial as the boys being scared or some kids wouldn’t stop you,” Lucy pointed out, trying to get you to admit that something had transpired between you and Joe.

You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction and were about to give a counter argument when Joe, Ben, and Gwil all emerged from the shack.

Joe was carrying two cups of cider and handed one to you, “Careful, it’s hot.”

Taking it from him with a smile, you leaned in and whispered, “Thank you, Joey.”

He wavered for a second, nearly dropping his cup before he regained his composure. That was certainly one experiment you had discovered the solution for: call him Joey more.

“You’re welcome,” he managed, voice cracking on the second word.

You giggled softly and then turned to see the whole group watching the two of you. As soon as they were caught, they all turned to each other and started their own conversations, extremely obviously trying to cover up.

Making eye contact with Joe, you rolled your eyes and he did the same, before taking the lead in walking back to the car. Everyone piled in, careful of their cider, and Joe had the car on with the heat blasting as soon as he could.

You put on some soft music à la Fleetwood Mac and James Taylor. With the heat and the music to lull them, soon everyone but you and Joe had conked out. Looking back, you chuckled at how Gwil and Ben were more cuddled up than Rami and Lucy were.

When he saw in the rearview mirror that everyone was asleep, Joe sucked in a breath and said, “So…”

“So…?” you asked.

“So I had a really good time tonight. Working with you to win a game, for a change,” he went on.

“Yeah, I did too. Maybe we should try more of it in the future,” you suggested, moving your hand to touch his where it was resting on the middle console.

He intertwined his fingers with yours and squeezed your hand in his, “Yes, we definitely should.”

Neither of you knew it, but Lucy had woken briefly when Joe started talking and saw the two of you holding hands. She smiled happily to herself before snuggling closer to Rami and closing her eyes again to fall back asleep.

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Mini-Us // JFM

Pairing: Joseph Mazzello x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.3K Style: One-Shot Warnings: Pure unadulterated fluff, swearing Summary: Y/N and Joe are ready for the “Bohemian Rhapsody” premiere in every way but one – Y/N has no idea what to wear to such an important event in Joe’s life, and Joe has no idea until the morning of. Thankfully, John and Veronica (Tetzlaff) Deacon are there to rescue the situation. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: In case this isn’t obvious, these stories are completely fiction, so please, PLEASE take it with a grain of salt that I am saying Deaky was involved with the “Bohemian Rhapsody” shoot. For the sake of this little blurb, I would like to imagine our dude and his wife-dude were involved, at least at the premiere. It should also go without saying that we as Queen/Deaky fans completely respect his choice to stay in retirement and remain a legend. Also, me posting two days in a row is not going to become normal so haha sorry enjoy anyway!

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All the nerves buzzing around the room were infectious and electric – everyone’s adrenaline was sky-high knowing that the world would soon be able to appreciate all the hard work the boys, the producers, the crew, and Queen themselves put in to make this project a reality. The amount of detail and fist-pump-worthy music that was crammed into the two-hour film was enough to keep even a child with the world-record for the shortest attention span focused and entertained. It was a crowning-achievement for all involved, and no one could change their minds on that, including critics. Everyone had gathered in the lobby of the hotel the morning of the premiere to have the events of the day spelled out to them, that way things went as smoothly as possible. Everyone was with their plus-one’s, talking excitedly about the night’s events. Small talk being made here and there by crew and cast members who did not really know each other well, but enthusiastic nonetheless. At one point, Lucy made her way over to you and started excitedly babbling about her gown for the evening, and you smiled and complemented her choices whenever she took a breather and you had a moment to respond. Once she finished talking, she asked you to do what she just did – and all you could respond with was an averted gaze and flushed cheeks. At first, Lucy initially took that to mean that you were wearing something scandalous and that would make Joe react the same way you just did, with a little less aversion and a little bit more gawking. However, the polar opposite was true. When you spoke your truth, she entered full on crisis-mode, which made everyone spin around to listen in to your conversation.

“What do you mean, you FORGOT?” She was not screaming at you because she was mad at you, she just genuinely could not comprehend the fact that you forgot an outfit to wear to the premiere.

“H-honestly, I really don’t know. I was packing stuff for myself and Joey and I even had a list, but I guess that never made it on the list. This is so unlike me! I mean, I even picked out a special pantsuit with dinosaurs all over it for the Jurassic World premiere, and Joey wasn’t even in that! Ugh, you can’t even understand how frustrated I am with myself right now!”

It was at this point that the whole aggregation of people who were in the lobby, including those that had nothing to do with the premiere, turned to look at the two jabbering ladies. The main cast and crew noticed there was some tension in the way words were said and the way bodies were standing, so they made their way over. Joe, breaking the silence from the peanut gallery, said “Everything alright, girls?”

“Yeah, Joey, we’re just-”

“NO! Things are NOT fine, Y/N, don’t lie to him!”

At this point everyone was looking at you guys like you were speaking a foreign language because you both were exclaiming something is wrong, but would not elaborate on what said thing was. Eventually the glare Lucy kept giving you, along with purely concerned faces from Joe, Rami, Ben, Gwil, Allen, Brian, Roger, John, and their wives, forced you to break your silence and explain just what was going on. “Well, you see, in-in my haste to get here in time for the premiere with everything Joe and I needed for the weekend, it somehow slipped my mind to pack a gown, or any kind of professional outfit for that matter, for-for the premiere tonight. I did bring some stilettos, but unless leggings and a cropped tee shirt are acceptable, I’m kind of shit out of luck. Y-yeah…” To your surprise, Lucy was the only one who was not calm. The boys of the cast and the band seemed pretty neutral about the whole thing, and the plus-one’s among the bunch did not seem to take any real interest in your problem at all. The only one who actually seemed to want to help you in some way was Veronica Deacon, the wife of the man Joey portrayed. She listened carefully to your explanation, sauntered over to John, and asked him a question with some seriously convincing puppy-dog eyes. John’s reaction was simply a smile that brought out the crinkles by the corners of his eyes, which preceded a small squeal from Veronica who then made her way over to you. At this point you were sitting with Joe, Lucy leaving a few minutes prior to latch onto Rami’s arm, on one of the lobby couches going over the options you had about squeezing in a shopping trip in between the other stuff you needed to get done today. You both her the clicking of her small, dark green heels, and looked up.

“Hi, darling. I couldn’t help but overhear what you were talking, er, rather enthusiastically discussing with Lucy. Have you figured out a solution yet?”

You sigh, eliciting an upper-arm rub from Joe. “No, I haven’t, and honestly I don’t know how I’m gonna fix this. I’m not a forgetful person, if anything, I over-prepare for everything. And I am not missing this premiere.”

“And you aren’t going to miss it, dear. I just spoke with my John and I think I have a solution for you. And I promise, I will not be offended if you decline.”

“I truly have no reason to decline, Mrs. Deacon, not after everything you and John have done for Joey and myself these past months. Whatever you want to suggest, I am all ears.”

“Alright, but there is one condition – Joseph; I would need you to stay here and be okay with letting Y/N ride with me to the premiere, and I’ll send John with you.”

Joe simply looked at you adoringly, yet with a tinge of melancholy, gave you a small peck on the lips and said “She’s all yours as long as I get to walk the red carpet with my best gal.”

The beginning of the day went off without a hitch on everyone’s end. Each pair or group of people ran their errands, stopped for bites to eat, and made their way back to the hotel around 2:30pm to get ready for the premiere. Veronica was sat patiently in the lobby, chatting with John about various things, such as their children and something to do with money, and waited to see you and Joe pop back through the front doors of the hotel. Within seconds of your figures gracing through the doorway, Veronica grabbed John and explained the circumstances of what was about to happen, and then quickly ushered you back up to their room, John and Joe falling behind but eventually catching up with you. Once in front of the Deacon’s door, Veronica ran inside, grabbed everything John needed, and practically threw it out in the hallway. Joe’s face was the definition of deer-in-the-headlights, which got even worse when John simply started walking away asking Joe to take him to yours and Joe’s room. Veronica ushered you inside her room before you could ask any questions, dragged you over to the large bed her and John were sharing, pushed you to sit down and grabbed your wrists excitedly.

“So! My plan!”

“Honestly, Mrs. Deacon, you were starting to scare me a little bit. I think Joe is also pretty mortified right now,” ending your sentence with a lighthearted laugh.

“I sincerely hope you know that wasn’t or isn’t my intention, sweetheart. I just got so excited when John agreed to my idea for you that it kept bubbling up like a fizzy drink! Oh, also sweetie, please call me Ronnie. There is no need for formalities at this point.”

You continued to sit in front of Veronica, genuinely confused as to what was currently going on, but enjoying every second spent with her. You could see why John considered her his best friend.

“Since you’ve been on set quite a bit, I am sure you were aware that anything the boys had that fit the ones portraying them were loaned over for the duration of the film, so at least some of the costumes were accurate, right?” You nodded, but not following where she was going with this train of thought.

“Well, when the writers addressed that bit to them, they also turned to the wives and said that there would be a couple girls for two or three scenes that would be portraying us! Imagine that! So, they asked us if we could do the same! You know, bring some of the clothes we wore back in the late seventies, early eighties to see if they would fit those girls!”

You continued to nod, starting to get an inkling of an idea of where she was headed with her words.

“I actually still have those clothes with me! I didn’t keep a lot of them, my body changing after having six kids, as you can imagine. Which I am not complaining about! My children are my greatest accomplishment! But it’s common knowledge that the body changes with age and extreme conditions, and I would say bearing children is one of said conditions, wouldn’t you agree? Any who, I am going on a severe tangent, dear. My point is that you are a similar size to what I was back in those days, and I cannot help but wonder if something that I have would be worthy of trying on! I know that some of the patterns are a bit, how would you say, dated? But I have a couple things that are solid that just might do the trick. Would you like to see for yourself?

By the time she was finished explaining her idea, there were tears of gratitude spilling out of your eyes that you simply could not control. Now it was Veronica’s turn to be scared of you because she genuinely thought she said something that made you this upset. All you could do before words would form was grab her hands and hold them to your chest so she could feel the rapid beating of your heart. Eventually, the words you wanted to say braved the world, and you were able to choke out a thank you.

“I ser-seriously don’t think you *hic* understand h-how much this means to me, Mrs.- Mrs. Deacon. Ronnie. Wh-whatever. I was already eternally in your debt f-for everything else, but now it’s e-eternity plus one.”

The laugh of relief that escaped her throat at your words was enough to make you laugh just as hard, and at that point the plan had gone into full effect. Her room became a walk-in closet itself, and all that was left to do was find something that fit, text John to bring your heels up so Joe would not see you in advance. You glanced down at your hands, which had been trembling slightly ever since Veronica let them go, and immediately calmed down at the sight of your perfect-for-you engagement ring. This plan of Veronica’s was actually really good preparation for the wedding that would be in one year’s time.

It was 4:30, and it was time for everyone to get in their respective cars to head over to the premiere. Joe and John were forced to head out before Y/N and Veronica so they would not see you in advance of stepping onto the carpet, which worked smoothly. Eventually the cars all made their way to the venue, and everyone had made it to the premiere except for you, Veronica, Lucy, and Rami. John noticed your car pull up in front of the start of the carpet and tugged Joe’s sleeve to get his attention focused on the most important thing. The car came to a gentle stop, the driver hopped out, came around, and opened your door. Joe held his breath because he had no idea what was happening, and he was honestly slightly worried that something was wrong. But all that worry went away when he saw you stiletto-clad foot plant onto the carpet, a stark black against a bright red carpet. He was able to take in each element of your presence slowly and meticulously as you stepped out of the car, seemingly in slow motion. First, he noticed your shoes, which he had seen before, but for some reason looked different with all the anticipation. They were three-inch stilettos that had crisscrossed laces from the start of your toes, up the top of your foot, coming to a stop as a thicker band at the start of your ankle. The bottom of the shoe was no more than half an inch thick, which made him wonder just how the hell you walked in those without falling flat on your face. Then he noticed the finite amount of jewelry you were wearing. Nothing overly fancy, just the emerald-leaf promise ring on your right-ring finger, your engagement ring on your left-ring finger, and the gold-diamond tennis bracelet that hung semi-loosely on your left wrist he had bought you for your anniversary gift to go with the engagement. No other jewelry, and he could not help but think that it was just the right amount for you, considering you did not consider yourself a flashy person. Before he looked at your dress, his eyes made their way to your head, where he noticed your signature lack of makeup – again, not a flashy person, and your hairdo. A simple far-reaching side part, with the lesser volume side tucked behind your ear, and the more voluminous side bouncing gently with each step you took, your natural Y/H/C shining in the afternoon sun. Finally, he looked at the dress you were wearing, finally realizing what Veronica’s plan was all along. By today’s standards, the dress was not “in,” but boy, did you make it work. It was a full-length, thin, flowy light-blue denim dress that stopped right at the top of your feet, which he had to admit he had never seen before. There were no slits on either side, which was different from the normal gowns you wore to events. The dress hugged your curves just to the point where you could tell where Veronica was smaller than you, but not by much. Hip accentuated somewhat, but nothing provocative, the same happening at your waist, and the top laying just right on you. The dress was completely off the shoulder, top of the dress coming all the way down to the halfway point of your upper arms, hugging you just enough to stay in place but not be squeezing your arm enough to leave pesky lines. The simple denim was accentuated by a snow-white border of lace across the top all the way around, with the same pattern around the entire bottom of the skirt, as well as complimenting the ends of the flowy sleeves that went right past your elbows. It was… simply stunning. Gracefully you made you way over to Joe, who had not said anything to anyone since your car arrived, including you. You knew it should not have made you concerned, but it did. Especially considering you were now on your own, as Veronica had sauntered to John, peppering him with kisses after not having seen him all day and asking him if she did a good job. He seemed to think so, as he was staring at you both with a look that Veronica could not pin point. Once you were planted in front of Joe, nervously awaiting his response, you started to panic, thinking he thought you looked terrible. In an effort to get him to say SOMETHING, you spun around on your heels, prompting the skirt of Veronica’s dress to spin lightly in their air, revealing your bare legs underneath. After Joe had still not said a word and was still gawking at you, you finally broke your silence with a question.

“Are you not happy with how I look? I actually thought this dress was beautiful and was so excited that it fit and matched the heels. I’m really sorry you don’t like it, Joey. I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

“…are you actually being serious with what you just said?”

“I mean, you aren’t saying anything, so I thought maybe you-you hated this…”

“Y/N, I truly do not think I have ever seen you wear a dress that matched you as well as it does and looked as miraculously stunning as it does. I mean, you always look good in everything that you wear, and you know that I prefer you when you’re as comfortable as you want to be. But, like, I-I’m honestly stunned. You look absolutely ravishing, babe, I- wow. I feel like I’m drooling, am I drooling?”

Joe always knew how to make you a giggling mess, but you appreciated his comments nonetheless. You gave him a swift and passionate kiss that ended with you both grinning ear to ear on each other’s lips. You then wrapped your arms loosely around his waist, and his around yours, his head resting on yours, peppering kisses to your hair while you turned and mouthed a “thank you, Ronnie” in hers and John’s general direction. They both simply smiled and you could not help but notice that Veronica has some of the same eye crinkles that John has, and it made your heart flutter. Joe eventually pulled you away to hold your hand and escort you over to the carpet where the rest of the main cast was about to make their grand entrance, and Joe did not want you to leave his side the whole walk. The members of Queen and their wives followed suit behind them. Throughout the walk on the carpet, you kept your mind occupied with thoughts about Veronica and John’s relationship. It fascinated you. Despite everything they went through in their personal lives dealing with the grandiosity of Queen, they still managed to have a simple, loving, domestic life that was still as passionate, full of care, and days where they still seem to be wearing honeymoon-tinted glasses. Their relationship started in a slightly similar manner, wherein John was in the middle of the start of a long-fledged career that was going to bring temptations. But no matter what, he remained faithful to his best friend. You glanced down at the ring on your left hand again, then looking at Joe with doe-eyes, who, despite being preoccupied with about one hundred cameras pointed his way, still managed to glance your way. He gave you a sweet smile that basically confirmed the question that was swimming around your mind in the back of the Deacon thoughts: will Joe and I be like them? And with that simple look, you knew that the answer was a solid yes. Meanwhile, a little further behind you and the cast, Veronica and John were actually having a conversation similar to what was going on in your head.

“Ronnie, honey. I can’t help but notice something about Joe and his fiancé.”

“What’s that deary?”

“With Y/N wearing your dress, and Joe in that particular suit, I can’t help but realize that they are ironically similar to us, both in their actual personalities and their looks. Like from back in the day. I have to make it a point to ask Joe that I would be honored if their first dance as a married couple was to ‘You’re My Best Friend.’ They embody that song more than any couple I have ever met, and I mean, it just seems appropriate, y’know?”

“I couldn’t agree more, Johnny.”

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littlemessyjessi · 5 years

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“Hazelnut Gelato”: Joe Mazzello Imagine: Plus Size Reader

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Fighting with Joe....

Your blood boiled like lava.

Your veins bulged like the roots of a tree being ripped from the ground.

Your brain fired at full speed.

"Joe!" you snapped.

"What?" he snapped right back.

Truth be told...ya'll had been at it all day.

Neither one of you knew what crawled up the other's ass but you were both ill as fuck.

And being really shitty to each other.

So when you opened the fridge to see that there was literally an empty milk jug sitting on the top shelf.....

You just fucking lost it.

You didn't even say anything.

You didn't even think.

You just snatched it out and threw it at him.

He dodged it of course.

"Hey! What the fuck?!" he said, brows drawn together over angry eyes. "You nearly hit me!"

"That was the intention, Joseph." you nearly growled.

"Um, why?" he said.

Your eye twitched as you stared at the empty milk jug.

Three.

Two.

One.

"BECAUSE YOU PUT AN EMPTY FUCKING MILK JUG BACK IN THE FRIDGE! WHO PUTS AN EMPTY JUG BACK IN THE FRIDGE?!? THROW IT AWAY! THE GARBAGE IS RIGHT THERE BESIDE IT! AND THERE'S CEREAL MILK IN THE DAMN BOWL IN THE SINK, JOSEPH! IT'S SPRINGTIME MOTHER FUCKER! THE ANTS WILL BE EVERYWHERE! AND IT HURTS MY FUCKING FEELINGS BECAUSE YOU DON'T CARE. YOU JUST LEAVE SHIT OUT BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT'LL DRIVE ME NUTS AND I'LL CLEAN IT UP BECAUSE MY FUCKING ANXIETY MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M LOSING MY MIND. AND IT'S NOT FAIR. I'M YOUR PARTNER NOT YOUR MAID AND YOU DON'T CARE!"

Your chest was heaving when you finished!

And you were crying.

Of course.

Because this is what you did.

You'd rather just avoid conflict and not saying anything and then it all builds up...and you break down.

Joe just stared at you which made you feel worse.

Your shoulders sagged and your eyes filled with tears again before turning around.

He reached out to grab you, to talk to you- but you just jerked your arm away.

"Just leave me alone."

You grabbed your keys and left.

You ended up taking the back way so he couldn't see where you were going if he decided to look out the window.

And you just walked.

Your phone rang and rang until you turned it off and just kept going.

You made it about three blocks before you came to an Italian deli/diner that you liked.

They always had the best fresh cold cuts and homemade gelato by Nonni.

Her name was Trisola Cappolina and her father was an immigrant to this country.

He and his brother founded Cappolina bakery in their early twenties and it's been a long standing business in the neighborhood since.

But no one called her that.

She was just Nonni - even if she wasn't your Nonni- she was your Nonni.

She was everyone's Nonni and you'd known her since you were five years old and came into the bakery with your lemonade stand earnings to buy fresh gelato every Saturday.

So it should've been no surprise when you came through that door and set down....that you had a bowl of freshly made hazelnut gelato.

It was a staple here and no one made it like her.

You smiled a little because you know how much Joe loved it.

A pair of weathered hands, a little knotted with arthritis but still strong with years of work settled on the table in front of you.

You looked up to see Nonni- of course.

Nonni was a beautiful woman in her 70s.

Her dark hair had long since turned white and she kept it braided into a long braid that fell down her back.

Her husband, Tony, still joked about it occasionally being his way to hang on tight to his wild woman.

They were honestly the sweetest people you'd ever known and had a love story that you could only dream of.

"Tell Nonni what's wrong." she said..."And eat up. You're getting skinny again."

You snorted, "Nonni, I am in no way, shape or form. And I've gained five pounds since I was in here last."

But you ate anyway.

She shrugged, "Eh, that man you have likes your soft figure anyway. I'm sure he'll appreciate some more to hold."

A sad smile pulled at your features and Nonni nodded.

"Oh, it's the man then." she said. "Tell me what's happened."

You explained the events of the day and how you felt...and how you'd blown up and run off.

She listened and then she laughed.

You were damn near offended and it showed.

"I'm sorry, honey. It's just- you sit here with this heartbroken look on your face and I get that it feels that way. " she laughed. "But do you have any idea how many fights Tony and I have had? I literally threw a cleaver at him when I thought he'd left the clothes in the washer all day. To be fair, it was my dress for my mother's birthday and I was pregnant with our first child but ..."

You burst into laughter at that.

"The point is that- you're gonna fight, honey." she said. "That's natural. And honestly, it's good. You need to be able to do that without having an end of the world experience."

You bit your lip.

"And you're not having an end of the world, kid. I promise." she said. "You're just upset and you need to blow off some steam and have something to eat. Give it a bit and go home and talk to him. I know that boy. He'll be chasing you in no time. Have you checked your phone?"

"I turned it off because he kept calling." you shrugged, feeling a bit bad.

"Good." she laughed with a wink. "Make him sweat. Just teasing darling but really, just give it a bit of time. Let him blow off some steam and you can too. In the mean time, how long has it been since you help Dante with the pizzas?"

"Forever!" you gushed, thinking back to your high school job. "Can I?"

"Yes, you can!" her oldest son said popping his head through the wind. "Get an apron on, wash your hands and get in here!"

The two of you laughed and you rushed into the back.

You were having a blast like you were sixteen again, making pizzas after school and your mood actually changed so much.

You were thinking a lot clearer and poor Dante was thanking god for your sudden arrival.

No one had been able to replace you in that department and you were slinging them out like nothing had changed and that the dinner rush didn't phase you a bit.

Soon enough, the rush passed and you helped Nonni clean up when you heard the bell.

Her youngest granddaughter, Maria, manned the counter so you didn't bother to look up.

Nonni tapped you on the shoulder and pulled you over to the door.

You peeked through and your heart just melted.

There was Joe.

The love of your life sitting there looking like a kicked puppy.

His long fingers were threaded together as his hands rested on the table and he stared at them miserably.

"Ready to forgive him?" Nonni asked and you nodded with a smile.

"There's still a bit of today's hazelnut gelato in the cooler." she said. "I hear it's the best around."

You gave her a grin and a peck to the cheek before plating it up for him.

You were quiet as you made your way to his table and set it down in front of him.

"Oh." he said not looking up. "Thanks... I guess. Did I order this? I don't even remember but I guess whatever. You know, my girlfriend likes this. I like it too but it's her favorite. Oh god, I really fu-"

"I hear Nonni has the best hazelnut gelato." you said with a small smile. "Good for settling arguments, I hear."

His head snapped up and his eyes locked on you.

"Babe?" he said confused. "What are- why- how? Babe, I'm so-"

You glanced around to see that the diner was empty except for the two of you- and the owners in the back.

You simply sat down in his lap and you could basically see his body relax at the feeling of you in his arms again.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders while your other hand rested on his jaw, "Listen, Joe. I'm sorry."

"No, babe- I'm - " he started.

"Let me finish." you said. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I mean, I did mean part of what I said. How I said it isn't exactly what I meant and I certainly didn't mean to explode. But I should've just taken a second to tell you instead of letting it build all day and then exploding."

He shook his head, "Baby, I - I'm so sorry. I promise, I'll do better."

"How about we both do better and I promise not to throw a cleaver at you when you leave wet clothes in the washer?" you asked.

He looked at oddly, "What?"

"Sorry." you shrugged. "Wrong love story."

"Nonni?" he asked and you nodded. "She and Tony do have a pretty cool one."

He leaned in and brushed his nose against yours, "But I like ours much better."

"Me too." you said before pecking his lips and standing up.

He whined of course.

"Oh, well if you don't want to join everyone else for the nightly ritual of eating the leftovers...I'll just eat MY HOMEMADE PIZZAS by myself." you said.

"Wait...you? What the hell, babe?!" he said shoving you out of the way and barreling into the kitchen.

"She was holding out on me!" he said and proceeded to hug everyone before shoveling food into his face.

"Maybe you should come work here again." Nonni joked. "Takes me back to that sixteen year old little nerd staring at my protegee like she was the center of his universe."

"Thanks Nonni." you said before sitting down on Joe's knee. "Also, ha, Nonni just called you a nerd."

"Worth it." he said through mouthfuls of pizza.

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godknowsqueen · 5 years

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Ben x reader idea: A party. That’s it. Have fun. Do whatever the frick you want. But there’s a party. Have a neato day

to new beginnings ; ben hardy x reader

Summary: Everyone knows you and Ben have feelings for each other. Except you and Ben. That is when Rami decides to throw a small party at his place to try to get you two together.

Warnings: Alcohol, so much cheesy fluff, swears.

A/N: wow anon u really want a party don’t u. tbh my idea of a party is a fun and stupid time with a small group of friends, so i’m sorry if that’s not what you had in mind! have a neato day as well!!! thanks for the prompt!

“Rami! Where’s the champagne?” Lucy called out as she entered the house. You followed right behind her, shaking your head in disbelief at how much this girl loves her champagne.

“Aren’t you supposed to ask about me first then the champagne? I’m so hurt,” Rami jokingly puts his hand on his chest pretending he’s in pain.

“Hmm, I think champagne wins at this moment, Rami,” you laughed, giving him a quick hug as Rami gives you another look pretending he is offended.

“Okay, alright, I get it, girls just wanna have fun,” he points at the counter behind the couch, “there’s a bottle right there.”

“Thank you, love,” Lucy utters before giving Rami a kiss on the corner of his lips.

You start walking to the counter, grabbing two glasses and pouring some champagne for both you and Lucy. The blonde takes one glass from you and clinks it with yours.

You were all celebrating the last day of shooting by having a mini party at Rami’s house as there will be a huger, club party the next day that involved the entire movie team. You were the assistant director of the movie, and you had a very close friendship with the boys and Lucy.

“Cheers, dear.”

“Cheers!”

You both start sipping on the champagne, having a little chat, and then you hear noises growing louder from the living room.

“God, these boys. Wanna go see what they’re up to?” Lucy asks, lightly placing her hand on your arm.

“Sure! I guess we’ll need that with us, too,” you answered, grabbing the bottle of champagne. You automatically felt you heart beat a little faster when you heard Ben’s laugh ring out throughout the house.

“Well, Ben sounds like he’s having a good time for sure,” she shakes her head, giggling at the insane laughter that has been continuing for a while now.

You felt yourself getting nervous, but you managed to speak, “Yeah, god knows what’s going on in there.”

Both of you slowly started walking to the living room, and Lucy decided to drop the bomb, “So, Ben, huh?”

“Wh-what about Ben, Lucy?” you were getting absolutely flustered.

Am I THAT obvious? Shit, what if he notices? What if he already noticed?

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all,” she gave you a sly smirk, but you tried to ignore it so that you don’t start overthinking the thoughts that started to cloud your mind.

“Yeah, nothing,” you emphasized, and carried on as you entered the living room, “except that he is laughing like an utter lunatic.”

There they were in the living room: Joe, Gwilym, Rami, and Ben.

They all stopped laughing and froze, as if you and Lucy caught them amidst a crime. You could immediately tell what was making them laugh like that.

Joe was standing with a mouthful of beer, judging by the half empty bottle of beer on the table in front of him, while Gwilym was trying to seduce him with corny pickup lines. Joe was obviously trying to win by not laughing and spraying the place with beer. Ben and Rami were intensely watching the pickup lines unfold, laughing louder and louder in hopes of tempting Joe to laugh.

Lucy plopped down on the sofa next to Rami, resting her head on his shoulder. You looked around to find that Ben was sitting alone on a couch, and he motioned with his hand for you to sit next to him.

“(Y/N), sit next to Ben. Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite,” Rami paused, “unless you want him to, of course.” You saw Joe trying so hard to suppress his laughter after Rami said his statement.

“Rami, I think you might’ve had a little bit too much wine,” you tried to stay calm, taking a seat next to Ben, whose face was turning a little bit red.

“Hey, you” Ben said softly, giving you a smile that made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Hello there,” you said in a mellow tone, but your little moment with Ben was interrupted by a pickup line from Gwilym.

“Hey, Joe, are you Roger’s drums? Because I’d bang you all night long,” Gwilym started doing finger gun moves, attempting to increase the impact. Rami and Lucy were laughing like crazy at this point, and you couldn’t help but burst out in laughter as well at the cheesiness.

“Seriously, Joe? I can’t believe you’re holding it in,” Lucy indicated, pouring herself another glass of champagne.

The pickup line made Ben groan in frustration and say, “I think that would work on me rather than on Joe, Gwilym.”

“Hm, okay wait, wait,” Gwilym put his hands in his pockets in a smug manner, and got his face close to Joe’s ear. He coughed a little bit before dropping his next pickup line: “So, what’s your number, cucumber?”

And with that, Joe proceeded to spray everyone withbeer. He tried to stop it from happening, but he was going to choke if he tried to drink it with all the laughter occurring. Gwilym ran towards the balcony, while Lucy hid in Rami’s arms attempting to avoid the beer.

As if by instinct, Ben engulfed you under his hoodie. You were so shocked by the sudden move, but it felt so good being so close to Ben. You feel his hands securing your head under the hoodie, and moving to engulf you in what seemed like a protective hug. You could feel the warmth of his body on your cheeks as his cologne took your breath away. Although it was very loud in that room, you felt like time has stopped in these few seconds.

Well, at least like that they won’t be able to see how much I’m blushing because I sure as hell am.

Eventually, you took Joe’s laugh as an indication that there was no beer in his mouth anymore and that it’s safe to come out of Ben’s hoodie. You got out, and the first thing your eyes landed on were Ben’s dreamy green ones that were glowing with happiness for some odd reason.

You tried to hide your flustered state by talking, “Okay, who came up with this nasty idea?”

“It’s me,” Joe raised his hand in defeat.

“So, not only are you masochist for putting yourself through this, but you’re also a sadist for making us all get sprayed with beer that was in your mouth? Boy, you have some issues,” you get up and give him a small punch on the arm.

“You know I’m here if you ever need to talk about any of your issues, right, Joe?” Ben said sarcastically, putting an arm around Joe.

“I think it would be more appropriate if we talk about YOUR issues, Benny,” Joe raises his eyebrows at Ben, and smiling widely at him. Ben gave him a ‘watch it’ look as he shifted uneasily in his place. You hear Gwilym chant an “ohohohoho” as he came back from the balcony, claiming his victory for making Joe laugh.

“Seriously, the drum banging one doesn’t get you laughing and the cucumber one does? So disappointed,” Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose, disapproving of Joe’s choices.

“Okay, kids, we need to start preparing the snacks for tonight or we’ll get drunk rather quickly,” Rami starts walking towards the kitchen, “Ben, (Y/N), you guys go set up the table in the balcony.”

“Yes, sir,” Ben said, extending his arm to you, “Shall we?”

“We shall,” you chuckled taking Ben’s arm.

The state of you both has always been confusing. You have always had feelings for him, ever since you’ve known him. However, your friendship was so beautiful and you were horrified that it would be ruined if you made him aware of your feelings. You didn’t even want to risk any of the guys and Lucy hinting to him about anything, so you kept your feelings to yourself only. Yet, you couldn’t help but have moments where you felt like Ben had something for you as well, but you’d remember that he is a really sweet guy in general, so it’s probably nothing special.

All you knew now was that your feelings were getting too much to handle, so you were afraid of crossing that line you drew for yourself.

As you two walked into the balcony, you grabbed the bags full of plastic plates and cups while Ben placed a tablecloth on the table. The silence between you both was killing you, but at the same time you wanted him to start a convo.

As you handed him the bag full of plastic cutlery, your fingers brushed against his, making you pull away quickly. Your reaction made Ben a little surprised, but he decided to brush it off.

“You should wear that dress more often, looks really good on you,” Ben muttered, his eyes lingering on your figure.

“Oh, I’m usually not a dress person, but this one is particularly comfortable. Thank you, Ben,” you smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“By the way, I’m sorry if I took you by surprise when I took you under my hoodie-,”

“Oh no no it’s ok-”

“I just wanted to prot-”

“Yeah of course I underst-”

You both paused at the same time, noticing that you kept cutting each other off. Ben was standing pretty close to you, and you both started laughing a little nervously at the confusion.

“Sorry,” you said in unison, making you both laugh a little more again. You felt your heart jump with happiness as you just stood there in the middle of the balcony, laughing with the man that stole your heart as the beautiful, starry night sky surrounded you. It felt like a dream.

As your laughter quieted down, a little frown took over Ben’s lips. You intently looked at his face, admiring him yet wondering what made him frown all of a sudden.

“Is something wrong, Ben?” you carefully asked, a feeling of worry replacing the happiness that was in your heart only minutes ago.

He shook his head, his eyes not leaving yours, “No, the complete opposite, (Y/N). For the first time in so long, something feels so right.”

“And what is that?” you softly spoke.

With that, Ben placed his hand on one side of your face. The touch sent shivers down your spine, but what came next sent electrifying sensations throughout your whole body. His lips were suddenly placed between yours, and his other hand took yours as your fingers perfectly intertwined with his. With your free hand, you lightly tugged at his hoodie, pulling him closer to you. The mixture of shock, surprise, and the impact of Ben’s kiss were enough to take your breath away, causing you to end the kiss.

He rest his forehead on yours, lifting your hand up to his lips and giving it what could possibly be the softest kiss ever. You watched as his golden curls slightly fell on his face, tempting you to brush them back with your other hand. As you did, Ben separated his lips from your hand, and finally started talking.

“If you couldn’t tell by now, (Y/N), I have feelings for you. A lot of them, actually,” he grinned in a very cute way, suddenly looking like a little boy confessing his feelings.

“Well, if you couldn’t tell either, I have a lot of feelings for you, too,” you giggled, twirling a little bit in your dress that he liked so much.

“WELL, DARLINGS. EVERYONE COULD TELL EXCEPT THE BOTH OF YOU.”

“SO WHEN IS THE FUCKING WEDDING?”

“IT’S ABOUT TIME, DUMBASSES.”

Your romantic moment was put to an end when the boys and Lucy broke into the balcony, jumping like maniacs as they clinked their beer-filled cups in cheers.

“Why are we friends with them again?” Ben wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I ask myself that question every day,” you shrugged, “Wait, hold up, what did you mean by everyone could tell?”

“You two were so obvious! But what made it funny is that we all knew you liked him, and we all knew he liked you-,” Joe stared explaining.

“But you two poor souls were so thick and couldn’t tell that you had feelings for each other,” Rami continued.

“Okay, ouch,” (Y/N) you faked getting offended.

“I’m so happy for you, guys! God knows how many times the boys had to stop me from telling you both how you truly felt,” Lucy cheerfully stated, handing you both a cup of beer each.

“Cheers!” Rami raised his cup.

“To new beginnings!” Lucy said, followed by Gwilym and Joe repeating the statement.

“Cheers to us, love,” Ben’s raspy voice whispers in your ear.

“Cheers, dear,” you genuinely smile, planting a sweet kiss on Ben’s cheek.

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19umbrellas · 5 years

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The Great Escape || Ben Hargreeves x Reader || Chapter 8

Description: After the death of your childhood sweetheart you began to have very gory and horrific nightmares that lead to your drug and alcohol problem. After your family found out, your sister admitted you to a rehabilitation facility you begin to see glimpses of your old lover walking about the hallway. Have the nightmares finally drove you insane or is your beloved Ben Hargreeves really back from the dead?

Read and find out uwu

Word Count: 2101

Index: uwu

CHAPTER 8

Part 2/2

As soon as you heard screaming you felt your stomach twist into knots and you almost wanted to throw up. You already realized you couldn't leave through the door so you decided to find another way out and quickly scanned around the 3 stall bathroom for a weapon or anything you could use to protect yourself. Your eyes landed on a mop at the corner, you quickly grabbed it and slammed it's edge on the sink top, breaking the stick's edge into sharp and pointy tips. You ran into one of the stalls and hoisted yourself on the toilet so you can reach the window and unlocked it's latch. As you were to push your body out due to your lack of height, you suddenly realized the screaming had stopped and your eyes widened in a panic. You feared the worst for Ben's safety so you quickly kicked yourself out the window. You grabbed your makeshift spear ran to the front but quickly stopped at the gruesome sight.

The men were all sprawled around the park in a bloody mess while one of them had his abdomen punctured on top of the tree as if he had fallen from the sky and had an unlucky landing spot. At the center of it all, there was Ben who had his back to you. The white light from the park lamps outlined his disheveled form as well as the four large wriggling tentacles protruding from his stomach. You gasped when you finally realized the blood that had covered his body and Ben quickly looked back at you in horror as he realized what you have seen. He quickly retracted his tentacles and ran towards you. He stuttered your name as he tried to grab you hand but you flinched away from him. Ben felt hurt by your actions but he also understood why you did so. Ben looked pleadingly into your eyes as he silently tried to tell you to not be scared of him. He wouldn't hurt you. Would he?

You kept staring at him, your eyes wide and your breathing labored. You tried to say something, anything, but your jaw refused to, cooperate. You and Ben were left in this uncomfortable silence as the blood still dripped from the man pierced in the tree. Suddenly a honking could be heard from the other side of the park, indicating the arrival of the last bus heading to your neighborhood. Ben looked at you one last time before realizing that you weren't going to say anything. "I'll..." he started, looking down and felt defeat. "...I'll take you to the bus stop." His shoulders were slumped as he walked to the bus' direction. You didn't move at first but you began to move and follow him a few inches behind. When you could see the bus' headlights you grabbed Ben's wrist making him look at you in surprise.

"Actually..." You said softly "Can.... Can.... Can you just walk me home." Ben gave you a small smile and nodded. As the bus left the park the two of you started your walk to your house. Neither of you said anything the entire time but Ben kept sneaking glances at you to try and read your reaction but your face held no emotion as you looked down at your feet. Once you reached your backyard you saw that the TV in the living room was still on and your parents had fallen asleep on each other's shoulders. You felt the corner of your mouth twitch upward for a second before turning to look at Ben.

Ben was scratching the back of his head as he awkwardly looked at the ground. You reached into your pocket and grabbed a thin face towel before getting it wet with a garden hose and dabbed the cloth on Ben's face. "Is any of the blood yours?" you asked as you continued to clean his cheeks. "No, I'm okay. They didn't get me." he said as he looked at you. Neither of you said anything for a while. Neither of you knew what to say to each other yet after that. So you just sort of stood in front of each other as you tried your best to clean off the blood from his body. Once you were done with his face you moved down to his hands and wiped his fingers clean one by one.

"I think I need to get rid of this towel." You finally found your voice. "Don't want the police knocking on my door." you joked but at the same time you were considering to burn it in your sink. Ben chuckled at this. "I'll take it off your hands. Don't worry about it." You smile, biting your lip before replying, "Won't the eccentric billionaire, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, be mad if he finds out?" His eyes grew wide but before he could say anything you cut him off when your eyes looked up at him. "I mean, you are one of the kids from the Umbrella Academy, right?" you asked. "Number 6? The Horror?" Ben stared in shock as you looked back down at his hand and started to clean the other one. "Ben, I'm not an idiot. I keep seeing you and your siblings on TV. Just last week you guys were featured on the news for saving the bank. You look exactly like you did on TV. Blood soaked and everything." Your tone didn't come off as harsh, more like a mother scolding her son for breaking the cookie jar and hiding it under the counter "By the way you better write a complaint to your tailor. Those masks don't do a good job at hiding your identity."

Ben didn't say anything for a few seconds, he didn't know hot to respond to that. Eventually he was was able to ask, "Are you mad? that I didn't tell you?". You shook your head in response. "No I'm not mad... I mean, at first I wasn't." You stopped rubbing the towel down his palm. "When we first met I already knew who you were to be honest. Though, I thought you were going to be this cocky rich kid who was going to flex about being a super hero... but you didn't. You were nice and polite you seemed like any other ordinary Joe out there. When we talked, you didn't tell me how you saved the world from the Eiffel tower that turned out to be an alien space ship instead we talked about Pokémon and which starter did we pick when we first played the Red... Talking about that stuff with you has been fun for the most part. Then I started to wonder why you wouldn't tell me about the Umbrella Academy." You looked back up at him. "I know, you were probably just keeping the 'family secret' from getting into the wrong hands or whatever and I didn't want to push but... I don't know, maybe after a year of being best friends or even now that I'm your girlfriend I... I thought you could at least trust me enough to tell me who you really are."

You breathed out a sigh, releasing the tension on your body you didn't even know you were taking. Ben looked at you apologetically as he placed his hands on your shoulders. "(y/n)" he said "I'd hug you right now but I'm covered in blood." he said jokingly as he tried to lighten up the mood which kind of worked since you let out a chuckle. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, (y/n). I was just afraid about... How you would react if you found out what I'm capable of. I mean, having a tentacle monster coming out of your belly isn't exactly on the list of why girls find boys attractive." you both laughed.

"I don't know, I think I'm starting to like it." You grabbed on his bloody collar and pulled him in for a kiss. Ben froze when he felt you your lips touch his but when he finally found his bearings he wrapped his fingers at the back of your neck and pulled you tighter as he kissed you back. When you pulled away the two of you were smiling like idiots. "Wow..." was all Ben could say and that made you giggle.

"Thanks for a great date Hargreeves." you said, "Can't wait for the next one.". Ben smiled as you turned around and climbed up the the thick rope-y plants that went up to your window. Half way up, you felt something gently wrap around your waste. When you looked down you saw one of Ben's tentacles, Bentacles if you will, hoisting you up to your window. It set you down carefully on your feet before pushing loose strands of (h/c) covering your face behind your ear and then retracted back to Ben.

"Wait right there." you said before Ben could walk away. "You quickly ran to your closet and unwrapped a black hoodie that you were supposed to give to your cousin and threw it to Ben from the window. "You probably shouldn't walk around wearing bloody clothes." you told him. "Try it on." Ben turned around, feeling a bit shy about you seeing his body, before taking his shirt off and replacing it with the black hoodie. It smelled new, straight from the sewing machine and he kind of liked it. He turned back around and saw you give him a thumbs up. He picked up his shirt and shoved it in the hoodie's pocket. He thanked you, smiled and waved goodbye as he ran back home.

You watched as his figure grew smaller and smaller down the road until he finally disappeared. You were smiling to yourself until the lights in your room flicked on and you quickly turned around to see your sister smirking at you. "And where have you been?" she asked playfully. "And is that my shirt?". You gave her a cheeky smile.

"Was he your first boyfriend?" the therapist asked. You nodded, rubbing your palm at the back of your arm. "... And he was my last... He... Passed away three years later..." Klaus was staring at you with an unknown expression on his face. "Not long after that I started to get these.... Nightmares... It was terrible. It would keep me up some nights, along with my family. My parents got me an appointment with this psychiatrist and they were actually able to help. The nightmares stopped for a couple of years until... I moved out. I got a new job. Everything just came rushing back only worst..." The therapist nodded as she wrote down something on her clipboard while the rest of the circle group talked quietly amongst themselves. Except for Klaus. He seemed oddly interested with you.

"What happened next?" he asked. You shrugged "Well... That's kind of why I'm here." you laughed but not in a happy way. "An old coworker of mine gave me these ecstacy pills, saying that it would guarantee a dreamless night. I was really desperate so I bought a bag. And then another. And another. Until it was all I could think about. The coworker who gave me these pills didn't last long in my workplace. Eventually he was fired for spiking this guy's drink with LSD so I had to find... Other ways to keep them nightmares at bay."

You finally finished your tale; of course, you failed to mention all the gore and murder bits of the story but they didn't need to know that. "Thank you for sharing with us (y/n). We promise we'll do everything we can to get you the help that you need." the therapist smiled and you gave her a smile back. She looked at her clock and stood up. "Well, it's almost lunch time." she said and everyone else stood up as well. You and the rest said your farewells to the therapist and one by one you all filed out of the room.

Klaus stopped you before you could walk out and you asked him what was wrong. "Your... Er... Boyfriend... Was his name Ben Hargreeves, by any chance?" He asked and you felt a chill running down your spine at the mention of his name. "Heavily jelled hair, too much if you ask me, he had dark eyes and he was ... Um... Asian?" he continued to press and you nodded. "How did you know?" you asked. Klaus felt excited at his discovery. "My full name is Klaus Hargreeves! I'm his brother!"

AN:

uwu. dun-Dun-DUN!

OMG KLAUS AND BEN ARE SIBLINGS? who would’ve thought. uwu. hahah I’m just kidding.

Seriously though, updates might be slower while I’m with my dad huhu. I might be able to do 2 updates per week but I’ll try my best to at least do 3 huhu. Anyways, Thanks for reading! uwu

See you lovelies in the next one huhu ❤️❤️

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andbeingblueisbetter · 5 years

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Secrets

Request: Could you write something where the reader is one of the members of fob's little sister, and Brendon and her meet while Panic! is touring with fob and they have to be secretive cause her brother would want to kill Brendon if he found out (and he does find out at some point haha)

A/N: two things, sorry this literally took months to get up,I don’t have an excuse really, I suck. Two, I don’t know much about fob at all, I know their names and I know some music, so I’ll try my best with that part, but I don’t think it’ll matter too much. Three things I guess, I kind of changed the request a little bit, just for it to work out the best for how I can write it. Anyway, enjoy :)

Warnings: slight sexual themes, swearing

Word count: 1.8k

It was 2 in the morning and you were sat out behind the tour buses with Brendon, a blunt between his fingers that you were sharing. You’d known Brendon for a while, through your brother Pete, but it wasn’t until this tour that you two realized how much you clicked with each other. You both had gone through similar struggles in life, and shared a lot of the same interests meaning you both always had something to talk about.

Brendon passes you the blunt and you take a hit, leaning your head against the back of the bus, letting out a soft laugh, “If Pete knew we were out here together. Alone. He’d kill me. Or you.” You shrug, taking another hit from the blunt, passing it back to Brendon, and you notice him staring, “what?” You laugh and move your body so you’re facing him. He shakes his head, looking back up at you, “you’re just really pretty, that’s all.” He smiles and looks back down.

Your cheeks turn red, it’s dark out, but not dark enough where you were for it to cover the color of your cheeks, “Oh,” you smile and look away from him, “well thank you. I think you’re very handsome too.” You follow, laughing quietly and playing with the bottom of your T-shirt, shivering at the breeze. You watch as Brendon pulls of his flannel and you shake your head, “Nope, you’re going to get cold.” You laugh as he wraps it around you and the overwhelming scent of him fills your nose and you sigh happily. Brendon was sat closer to you now and you look back up at him as he takes a drag from the blunt and he turns back to you, your faces just inches apart, “Would you be mad at me if I kissed you right now?” He asks you softly and you shake your head, whispering a small “no” to him, and with that he begins to lean in to kiss you.

His lips press to yours softly and you begin to move your lips with his. He tastes faintly of peppermint chapstick you watched him apply earlier, the taste cools your lips as you further the kiss. You see his hand reaching in the corner of your eye, and he places his hand on your neck, just where it connects with your shoulder, you mimic his actions, reaching your opposite hand up and running his through his soft hair.

Unfortunately your oxygen begins to run out and you pull away, licking your lips, “I should probably go back to the bus. Incase Pete wakes up.” You mumble awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with Brendon, which was difficult because of how close you were still sitting with each other.

“Are you okay?” He asks as you stand up, pulling Brendon’s flannel of your arms and handing it back to him, sliding your shoes back on.

You nod and start to walk away, looking back at him, “I’m fine. Just whatever you do, don’t say anything about this to Pete. He’ll be pissed.” You say, pulling the door of the bus open, stepping in quietly and walking to your bunk, above Pete’s.

“Y/n? Where were you?” You hear Pete ask and you curse to yourself, climbing up into your bunk.

“I went for a walk, couldn’t sleep.” You say simply and pull your blanket over you, closing your eyes, ignoring Pete’s response.

—

You wake up to the sound of the bus door slamming shut and you stretch, rubbing your eyes softly.

“Patrick, is Pete here?” You hear Brendon ask, and you don’t hear a response from him, but you’re assuming he says no because you hear Brendon sit down and begin to talk.

“I kissed Y/n last night.” Brendon whispers and you shake your head, your heart beginning to race, “and I don’t think she liked it? Because she just left right away after and it was weird, but I’ve been wanting to do it for so long and I think I might’ve ruined everything and I don’t know.” Brendon finishes and you can’t quite hear Patrick’s response, but you hop down from your bunk and walk out into the main area where Patrick and Brendon were sat, pulling your sweatshirt on over your tank top, “morning.” You mumble out, walking to the Keurig to start a cup of coffee.

Brendon stands up and comes to stand closer to you, “can we talk later? Tonight after the show maybe?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

“Yeah I guess so, we’ll just have to wait until Pete’s asleep, he wasn’t last night.” You respond and is if on queue, the door opens and Pete, Josh, Joe, Tyler and Andy come in the door with two boxes, “we got donuts!” Pete shouts excitedly, throwing them down onto the table in front of him, Brendon instinctively moving away slightly from you.

“You’re a little close to Y/n there don’t you think Brendon?” Pete says, half joking as Brendon backs away, plopping onto the chair and grabbing a donut.

—

You walk through the back halls of the venue, trying to find Brendon for what seems like hours. You finally reach the door that says “Panic!” on it and you knock softly, receiving permission to come in shortly after. You walk in and you make eye contact with Brendon, and he realized what you were saying, “Hey, can you guys leave for a few minutes?” He asks his bandmates and they all stand up, walking out of the room to God knows where.

“Zack said the busses are leaving right after the show tonight, we probably won’t be able to talk then, so I figured I guess now would have to do.” You walk over to the chair in front of the mirror, sitting next to Brendon who had just finished signing posters to give to fans, “you wanted to talk though, so go for it.”

“You gave me permission to kiss you. But now you’re acting weird about it, and just acting like it never happened, but I don’t feel the same, I didn’t want it to be just a one time thing.”

You sigh and look down at your hands that were sat in your lap, “I like you. That’s why I let you kiss me, but I don’t know if things can go any further. Pete wouldn’t like it, he’d try to stop it.”

“He doesn’t have to know.” He says simply, walking over to his suitcase and grabbing out a T-shirt to change in to. He pulls his sweatshirt off, revealing his chest and you turn your head away as he pulls the black T-shirt on.

You shake your head and scoff, “he’d find out. All of us will be together for the next two months, we rarely have a second alone.”

“It seems like you’re just reluctant for this to happen. If you don’t want to, I’ll back off, but Y/n, I like you. That’s why I kissed you, so if you want to give it a shot, I think we should.”

You stand up from your chair and walk towards the door to leave, leaning against the wall, “okay, but we can’t let Pete know, at least not yet. And no mention of any of it to anybody. I know you already told Patrick, but nobody else.”

He nods and follows you towards the door, moving so he’s close to you, leaning in to kiss your lips. He pulls away after a moment and looks at you, “you’re gorgeous, Y/n. I gotta go, sound check is soon.”

—

You let out a quiet moan against Brendon’s lips as he kissed you, backing you up against the counter in the bus. Everyone had gone out for drinks after the show, but you and Brendon came up with a stupid reason as to why you couldn’t join them.

You two had been secretly dating for about a month and a half now, and luckily Pete still wasn’t on to you guys. Yet. Patrick has slipped it to Josh and Tyler, so almost everybody knew now, but you thought you were safe.

Brendon broke his lips away from yours to pull his shirt off, as he did that you shrugged your cardigan off your shoulders and pulled your T-shirt over your head, “Brendon.” You mumbled out as he began to kiss you again, “this might be a bad idea.” You mumble, pulling away from his lips.

“Why? We’re alone, I doubt any of them will be back for a while, and Pete will be shitfaced anyway when he gets back, I think we’re okay.” Brendon said hopefully, tilting his head to place light kisses on your neck and you moan softly nodding towards him, “okay, okay.”

You bite your lip softly and he trails soft kisses down your neck and onto your collar bone, tilting your head back gently. The feeling of pleasure, though, is interrupted when the door of the bus swings open. You pull away from Brendon quickly, bringing your arms up to your chest once you realize that it’s Pete that had just walked in. You let out a soft sigh and look up at Brendon, and then move your focus back to Pete, who was just beginning to yell, “Y/n Y/m/n Wentz! What the hell are you doing with him?” Pete yells at you, and before you even have a chance to answer, he begins to yell at Brendon, “and you! I thought I could trust you not to corrupt my little sister! I told you not to try anything on her, she’s 5 years younger than you Brendon!”

“She’s also an adult who can make her own decisions! She doesn’t need her brother to make decisions for her.” Brendon snapped back and you looked up at him, nodding in agreement, “Pete I love you to death. Obviously, but I can make my own decisions. I appreciate that you care about me and that you’re protective of me, but Brendon isn’t bad for me. He’s amazing to me, he treats me so well, he makes me feel cared for and beautiful and loved, Pete. You should be happy that I have somebody who makes me feel like that.” You argue to him, hoping that he realizes that he can’t really argue that point.

“You can say whatever you want, but Y/n you’re still my baby sister. You always will be even when you’re old and married. So it worries me when you end up with somebody that I’ve seen so many different sides of,” He pauses and looks at Brendon, “I believe that he treats you well, I just don’t want you guys being together to ruin the friendship that we all have. And Brendon, you better not break her fuckin’ heart.” He snaps the last part and Brendon nods, placing his arm over your shoulder gently.

“You know I wouldn’t.”

#brendon urie one shots #brendon urie x reader #brendon x reader #panic! imagines #panic! at the beebo #panic! at the brendon #panic! at the disco #brendon urie smut #brendon urie imagines

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thepilotanon · 5 years

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gardenia iii

Second Trimester

I’m sorry it’s been a while, but here it is! This is a bit longer than last time for some extra special stuff for Belle {reader} and Clyde in the journey of becoming parents, so please let me know what you thought while reading! I have more in store for next time, so I hope you enjoy!!

warning: none!

“I’m getting big.”

Hearing the voice of his wife’s voice reach his ears under the ruffling of his towel, Clyde raised his head to see her standing in front of the body mirror with a concentrated look on her face with her hands at her backside waist. Wearing his Bob Seger shirt and her underwear, hair messed at the top of her hair, she bobbed the limp bun with the tilt of her head with a sigh. As said, her belly was now showing obvious signs of growing more prominent and round, making the music singer standing on the railroad tracks tilt with the curve of her belly…

And, to Clyde Logan, his lovely Belle couldn’t look any more perfect.

Keeping the towel over his wet hair, Clyde strolled in his unbuttoned jeans and sat on the edge of their bed. He watched her bend her torso back a bit, frowning with the shape of her growing stomach and then stand straight with her hand running up and down the whole expanse of it. She obviously was struggling with her self-confidence of her appearance in the morning, yet she would eventually dress herself in one of her cute outfits and smile all proud. Clyde knew she would come out of that sort of funk eventually when they woke up that morning, but this was going on longer than usual.

“C’mere, Darlin’,” Clyde beckoned with a gentle curl of his finger, catching her attention with a turn of her head. When she made her way over, Clyde wrapped his arm around her back and used his hand to pull her closer to have her stand between his legs.

Looking up with an adoring gaze to her face, Clyde pressed gentle kisses to her growing bump before speaking. “Y’know with yer belly growin’ is part of havin’ a baby, right?”

“I know,” Belle nodded, laughing while reaching up to continue towel drying his hair. “I just - I don’t know, I feel like my belly is oddly shaped right now. All my guts and organs are shifting around to make room for the baby, and I look weird. Really weird!”

“You look beautiful,” Clyde insisted. “Really beautiful.”

Belle snorted and rolled her eyes, making him grin and lock his hold on her when she tried to step away from him. “You look just as beautiful the first time I saw ya wear my favorite Bob Seger shirt, remember that? Got caught in that rain on our walk an’ I invited ya in to warm up and stay the night, ‘cause ya didn’t have a car anymore…”

“And your license was still pending,” Belle recalled with a teasing smirk, which Clyde nodded and gave her stomach another kiss. “You couldn’t drive me anywhere, unless I had my ID, which I stupidly forgot at the time.”

“Still, I gave ya my favorite shirt, tellin’ ya it was good luck to keep ya from gettin’ sick from the cold,” he continued, his hand rubbing across her lower back. “Swear I never saw any girl more precious n’ sweet in an oversized shirt, could’a swore my heart was gonna burst when ya came out after changing. Asked if ya needed anything before I set up my bed for ya to sleep in -”

“And I said I only needed you, like those cliche movies,” Belle mumbled with red cheeks, refusing to look his way. “Then I pulled you to bed.”

“Pulled? Belle, you practically tackled me!” Clyde declared loud enough to get her squealing with embarrassment and bend down to hide her face into his shoulder, making him grin. “Was worth hitting my head on the wall, though. Still remember that night like it was yesterday, and then wakin’ up to yer pretty face sleeping the next mornin’ an’ not wanting to leave the bed.”

“You’re so warm and great to cuddle with, I wouldn’t have wanted you to leave anyway,” she gushed, nuzzling into his neck while he situated her to sit on his knee, cradling her body carefully to him in a comfortable cocoon of his naked chest and fresh scent of his shampoo and soap.

“Had the most perfect body of an angel, and still do, Darlin’,” Clyde told her confidently. “Seein’ how our lil baby bean is growing inside ya, knowin’ that their perfect and beautiful momma is carryin’ ‘em and helping ‘em grow. Don’t mind one bit if yer guts movin’ ‘round in ya, yer still my sexy lady.”

Belle laughed against him and reached up to kiss his cheek adoringly. “What if I turn out to remain weirdly shaped for the rest of my life, like a potato?”

“Still my beautiful Belle Logan,” Clyde confirmed, turning his cheek to catch her smiling lips in a sweet kiss, sighing. “If you can love a goofy-lookin’ man like me, I’ll love ya no matter how ya may look. Nothin’ ain’t gonna change it, Darlin’.”

“Okay, you’re stuck with me and my funny shaped body.”

“Yer perfectly shaped body that I can’t keep my hand or mouth off, ‘cause it’s so addicting and hot. Yer jus’ my hot lady an’ God don’t I love ya,” Clyde purred before catching her in another kiss, only deeper that made her fingers tangle in his wet hair and hold on. Feeling how her knees were pressing together, Clyde was careful to dip his wife and lay her down on the bed, hovering above her body as his lips moved to press kisses along her skin to the collar of the shirt she wore.

Belle whined desperately, pushing the towel off his head to drop to the floor. “Clyde, aren’t you going to be late for work?” she asked, yet pulling his head back to kiss him again with no plan of letting him go soon. “You need to leave soon, don’t you?”

“I own the bar, sweetheart,” Clyde chuckled against her mouth before pulling back and taking hold of the bottom edge of the Bob Seger shirt, tugging playfully. “I can be there anytime I want.”

“Can you save it for when you come home? It’s too early and I want you to be at work, where you are suppose to be,” Belle teased, stopping him from lifting the shirt up her growing belly. Holding his cheeks with both hands and stroking her thumbs against them. “Please? Then, you and I can have more fun with no one to bug us or work to do. You know once I start, I will most likely refuse to let you leave me for anything.”

Clyde sighed but gave her a soft, loving smile, nodding before kissing her forehead and helping her up and off the bed. “Alright, Darlin’, whatever you want. Just be ready for lots of lovin’.”

With her hormones changing left and right with her energetic need for her husband, Clyde has been able to pick up the littlest signs of her needs like a pro. Little behaviors of her pressing her legs together, her constant sighing or being fidgety whenever they’re sitting at home, Clyde doesn’t hesitate to tend to her needs. For him, he is enjoying the fact that the little game of catching hints with Belle gives him all he needs to give her pleasure at any time of day. Although, most of the times she will willingly go to Clyde for help, she sometimes needs some of his professional loving to get her feeling better. Clyde loved it.

Giving her a playful growl as he playfully nibbled on her neck to get her laughing, Clyde peeked down between them before he burst out a loud snorting laugh that startled her.

“What?” she giggled in confusion, her cheeks flushed while he combed her hair back lovingly. “What are you laughing about, big bear?”

“I jus’ realized,” he chuckled and gave her a deep kiss, “we match, baby.”

Belle’s face twisted with confusion when he stood straight and mimicked her stance with her hands on her sides, feet stance apart as he grinned with amusement. “Our bellies, baby. We match, see?”

When Belle looked to their bellies, how Clyde had his slightly curved belly touching her own in a mimicking manner, as if he also was carrying something inside his abdomen. Covering her mouth with both of her hands, she did her best to hide her amused grin and laughter behind her hands while Clyde laughed joyfully over the comparison, reaching over to kiss all over her face again.

“See, Darlin’? Ya don’t look weird at all, we can match while our lil baby keeps on growin’,” he offered with a bright grin. Dropping to his knees, Clyde lifted the shirt up to under her breasts and nuzzled lightly before kissing the soft skin with little butterfly kisses. “Don’t ever think yer lookin’ big or weird, Belle.”

“Okay, silly man,” Belle laughed lovingly, allowing him to cuddle her stomach. “Come on, you need to get going. I’ll visit you later, okay? I’ll bring you lunch and spend time with you on your break.”

“Lookin’ forward to it, Darlin’,” Clyde sighed happily, making her giggle at his daydreaming behavior. “Always lookin’ forward to it.”

Sam and Fish, Joe Bang’s little brothers, were special guys to say the least. At least, according to Belle. Having grown up with the two younger brothers as more on the lines of siblings, rather than uncle-figures, like with Joe Bang; they were playmates with Belle during the summers, and she grew to have more confidence in fighting her own battles with the support of both brothers at her side. However, as much as Belle loved the Bang family as her own surrogate members, she did question Sam and Fish’s intelligence when it came to construction projects and repairs around the household. Majority of the time, from Belle’s own witness testimonies and stories from her grandfather, both younger brothers were prone to creating a bigger mess than what they started out with.

Even now, walking into both of them with various tools, plywood and screws about on the unkept porch of their small home, Belle Logan was more than ready to deal with their usual doofiness.

“What are you two idiots doing.”

Both of them jumped at the sound of Belle’s monotone voice, knowing she was not the least bit surprised to find them hanging around their house on a weekend. Being that they were now ‘men of God’, they had a lot more free time to tend around their house, to make it suited (for the ladies, she assumed well enough). This, however...was something different.

“Belle!” Fish gasped, jumping up to his feet to see her holding the small ice cooler in one arm and a tupperware filled with her homemade cookies in the other. Careful with his bare feet to avoid stepping on screws, he made his way over to hug her and kiss her head lightly. “Didn’t think you were gonna make it today, Belle. We were gonna try and surprise ya!”

“Surprise me with what?” Belle narrowed her eyes at instantly noticing Fish’s voice quivering. Seeing Sam turn around on his bottom, a toothpick in his mouth, Belle saw the poorly printed out packet of instructions.

“We were gonna surprise ya at the baby shower, but thought we could’a make it better before anyone else could’a gotten it,” Sam claimed proudly, grinning. “We’re buildin’ a baby crib for the lil baby! Gonna make it cute and artsy!”

Looking between the two men and their supplies, Belle knew instantly that the wood they collected came from the junkyard - some of it already rotting, others burned or splintered; their choices in tools already mismatched from what the instructions requested...and she was sure they got it from some sort of online step-by-step website without a proper source. Sighing, Belle let Fish take the tupperware of cookies before placing her palm on her growing belly.

“That’s really sweet of you two to build a crib,” Belle started carefully, being mindful of how the brothers were already shoving cookie after cookie to fill their cheeks like chipmunks. “But, that won’t be necessary. Clyde and I are already looking at cribs that have safety locks and everything it needs. This...doesn’t look too well constructed.”

“Oh, but it is, Belle!” Sam claimed, covering his mouth so she didn’t have to see the drool and chewed up cookies when she made a face. “See? We got prints on how to make it, and we got all this wood!”

“Where exactly did you find this wood?” she asked with a raised brow. “Which store?”

“Mmm, well - not so much of a store,” Fish drawled slowly, causing Belle to place her hand on her hip. “We know you like it when we recycle, yeah? We found spots where some people dump all this good wood, so we took it and cleaned it with soap n’ water from the hose! It’s still all good.”

“Oh, boys,” Belle groaned. “That’s not how it works. When you build a crib, you get a crib set from the store, not going roadkill picking! I’m not going to put my baby in a crib made from molding wood and WikiHow instructions, you guys!”

Both Fish and Sam looked at the mess between them before to each other. It was only a matter of time before Sam shoved Fish’s shoulder, muttering “I told ya so, you moron!”

Before either of them could get started in a roughhousing fight on their hazardous porch, Belle pushed the cooler between them. She knew food distracted them much better than their own tangents. “I said it was sweet of you two to offer to make a crib for us, but we’re not going to use this. You two can probably...use the wood for bonfire nights, or something. Maybe build a birdhouse or something for the critters that come into your yard? I’m sure that would be better use, and you guys can keep building.”

“We wanted to get ya something special, is all,” Sam huffed. “What else are ya gonna need for the baby?”

Belle rolled her eyes with amusement, her head shaking with another sigh. “Diapers, for sure. Maybe some clothes or toys - store bought,” she reminded them before they could ask. “You know, some blankets don’t hurt or different sized hats and mittens for the colder months, depending how fast the baby grows.”

“Well, is it a boy or a girl?” Fish asked, actually catching her off guard for a moment.

“Well, I have a doctor appointment coming up in a couple of days to be able to tell the gender of the baby,” she answered with a shrug. “But, we’re having the results mailed to Mellie, for the baby shower.”

The brother looked at her with confusion. “Wait, so yer not gonna know the baby until when?” Sam gawked at her, making her snort.

“At the baby shower. Mellie’s going to be doing a gender reveal for us,” she explained. “Clyde and I want to be surprised, and it was her idea; I thought it was a fun idea and Clyde was into it, too, so I won’t know what the baby is until then.”

“That’s nuts, Belle!” Sam whined, looking at her belly with a worried tone. “I won’t know what to get for the lil bug ‘til after it’s told at the party; that won’t be fun or fair for us, you know!”

“Wait, what ‘bout those signs them old ladies at the church told us ‘bout?” Fish suggested. “What they say about bellies bein’ low, it’s a boy? ‘Cause of the lil willy danglin’, right?”

“Nah, it’s when the breasts get bigger, you idiot! They gotta sag!” Sam smacked his brother upside the head, earning a groan. “When the boobs swell a lot, it’s gonna be a boy. If it don’t, it’s a girl! Or, look at her hands to tell! Belle, show us yer hands!”

Belle gave them a look that made them both go quiet for a moment. “You guys are too much sometimes. I love you two, but I better not catch either of you trying to stare at my chest or feel my hands, or I will not hesitate to cut your hands and your eyes out.”

“We know,” they both said in unison.

“If you guys want to help pitch in buying a crib, I’m sure Clyde would appreciate it. I know I would,” Belle offered kindly, handing them the package that held their favorite sandwiches and snacks inside. She always had the habit of making them big lunches before they set out to helping with different kitchens and food drives for their community churches. “Or, you can talk to Mellie and ask her to let you in on the gender, so you guys can find ideas on what to get for the baby. The party is next week, so you both have enough time. How about that?”

“Guess that sounds pretty good,” Fish mumbled with a small pout.

Looking around at their little mess, Belle pursed her lips before offering them a smile. “You know, those two sisters who go to your church? The ladies who wear those pretty necklaces that always matches their shoes.” Seeing how she caught both of their attention, Belle was careful to get herself down the steps of the porch. “They always come into the flower shop and talk about how much they wish they had little bird houses or homemade flower pots for their yards, but I don’t sell those at work. Just an idea, so your wood doesn’t go to waste. Bye boys, love you!”

“Love you, Belle!” both men shouted rather joyously before getting to work, making her hide her laugh as she left the yard to where Clyde was keeping his niece amused by having her on his shoulders, letting her mess with his hair and reach tall branches with her newfound height. Once Clyde caught sight of his lovely wife coming back to his side, he became more giddy and reached with his prosthetic hand out for her to take while his real one properly held Sadie in place.

“What were they up to?” Clyde asked politely once Belle took his offer and got to her toes to kiss his cheek. “Lookin’ like they’re making somethin’.”

“They were going to try and build a crib for the baby using rotting wood,” she started, instantly resting her hand on his chest when he immediately stiffened up and turned his head. “But, I stopped them to build flower beds for some single ladies at their church, and help invest in a store-bought crib instead for a baby shower gift. They know not to try and go against my orders when I say I’m not going to put our baby in a dangerous contraption.”

“Me neither, Darlin’,” Clyde grumbled deeply, his voice dropping to his more protective growl that caused Belle to giggle and Sadie to notice the sudden change in his behavior. Belle turned his chin down to her so she could give him a gentle kiss, just to make him feel better and ease up.

“Don’t get grumpy, they’re just trying to be helpful in their own, silly way. They’re definitely more open about being affectionate than Uncle Joe,” she cooed to him, giving him another kiss. “Don’t worry, I’ll let Uncle Joe keep an eye on them. For now, I still want ice cream from that cute shop we take this sweetheart to!” Tickling Sadie’s knee, Belle grinned at seeing the little girl laugh from her uncle’s shoulders.

“Does the baby like ice cream, Aunt Belle?” Sadie asked, causing her uncle to smile.

“Well, I’m having cravings to eat ice cream a lot, so I think the baby likes ice cream!” Belle told her carefully. “Although, we won’t be feeding the baby ice cream, right?”

“No, babies are too young to have ice cream!” Sadie gasped, proud of herself for knowing this fact. “But, when the baby is old enough, I’ll be a nice cousin and share my treats with him. I’ll be gentle!”

“Thank you, sweetie. I’m sure the baby is going to love that.” Belle grinned up to Sadie, which made Clyde smile and forget his previous ‘Big Papa Bear’ instincts kicking in. “Until then, I can eat all the ice cream for the baby, which is a lot safer, right?”

“Yeah! Uncle Clyde, can Auntie have lots of ice cream? I only need one, but Aunt Belle can have one for herself, and more for the baby until he thinks he’s full - I don’t know how much a baby needs to eat, but there’s room inside Aunt Belle’s belly, right?” Sadie asked, her hands tangled in his thick hair, making him chuckle.

Holding hands on the way to the little strip mall, the trio made it to the little ice cream shop hidden between a nail salon and a thrift store that often hired high school kids to work the counters. Getting Sadie her cotton candy ice cream cone and sharing a chocolate one with his wife, Clyde eventually found himself sitting next to his wife conversing with two other mothers while their niece was running around with the other children on the nearby playground. His prosthetic arm carefully resting behind her shoulders on the bench, his flesh hand rest comfortably against her rounding belly. His thumb brushing over the fabric of her dress every time she giggled, his eyes focused on keeping track on Sadie’s whereabouts while she did all the talking.

“How far along are ya now?” a mother asked curiously, her three boys digging on the sandbox area not too far away with their Hot Wheels getting caked with tiny rubble.

“I think twenty-one or twenty-two weeks now,” Belle answered, looking down to her stomach and resting her small hand over Clyde’s, smiling. “Do you remember how long?”

“‘Bout twenty-two, Darlin’,” Clyde responded quietly, having her nod and confirm the answer to the two others. He didn’t indulge himself in the conversation, feeling a bit too shy and focused on his niece at the moment with strangers jumping in and asking questions.

“Oh, how darlin’! Yer practically glowin’ right here, sugar!” the other mother, her daughter currently playing with Sadie on the jungle gym, praised excitedly.

“Well, I think after all that hormonal moments when I cry too easily don’t make me too bright,” Belle confessed with pink cheeks. “Although, I have been getting more happy afterwards, and the walks help.”

“See, that’s the big thing ya gotta keep doin’, ya gotta keep yer perdy smile on to be glowin’!” she responded quickly, as if dishing out important information. “Ya don’t get that too often with first time mothers. Hell, I was nothin’ but a snooty brat and wanted to eat everythin’ in sight; didn’t wanna get off the couch and got headaches too easy.”

Belle nodded carefully, finishing her cone politely before Sadie called for her attention. Wanting to show her aunt how brave she is to jump off the bright orange tube tunnel, Sadie kept waving to Belle until she excused herself to stand up. Clyde immediately jumped to his feet to help her, even though she insisted that she didn’t need help, Belle excitedly held his hand before calling back to her niece to proceed. Once Sadie focused herself in an acrobatic pose and jumped off the three feet tall “cliff”, Belle clapped excitedly when the little girl came running to them.

“Did’ya see me? I was up so high and I jumped all the way down!” Sadie proclaimed proudly, earning Belle to hold her cheeks and kiss her forehead.

“You’re so brave, honeybun!” Belle praised sweetly, stroking her niece’s blonde hair when the girl rest her cheek against the top of her tummy. “I saw you climb onto the tunnel and I couldn’t believe how brave you are!”

“And I didn’t hurt my knee or nothin’!” Sadie grinned, then looked to Clyde. “We won’t tell Momma ‘bout this, right? It’s our secret day!”

“You bet, sweetie,” Clyde nodded, getting ready to scoop her up and place her on his shoulders for the walk home, leaving Belle to bid her goodbyes to the other mothers. However, hearing their whispers caught his attention.

“Your man may be the quiet type, but I can tell he’s very excited for the baby. He’s probably glowing as much as you are, if I may be honest.”

“He’s such a gentleman, you can tell he’s so excited to be a daddy; I wish my boyfriend was the same with my firstborn, since he wanted to have a baby first. He is gonna be so protective and lovin’, you can see it on his face!”

Feeling his cheeks grow hot, Clyde cleared his throat and kept his head down while leaving the park hand-in-hand with his wife and Sadie holding his hair for support. He knew Belle didn’t miss it, her cute, little smile on her face remaining the rest of the way home and until Jimmy came to pick up Sadie, which left them alone for her to cuddle up to Clyde’s side. Clyde eventually ended up a blushing mess with Belle’s hand gently rubbing up and down his chest and her lips giving him gentle kisses along his jaw and cheek.

“Have you thought of any names lately?” she asked him after a while of cuddling against him, making him blink in realization and blush a bit. “Everyone has been suggesting names and guessing what the gender is, even though only Mellie knows.”

Clyde hummed softly, turning his chin to kiss the top of her head. “Lil bit,” he admitted. “Not much, though… Keep thinkin’ of generic names, but I dunno if I want it too generic.”

“Tell me some,” Belle grinned, making him chuckle and wrap his arm behind her, keeping her warm while cuddling on the couch.

“Thought of Daniel, George or Georgie, maybe Peter, for a boy. Then, Elizabeth, Mary or Kimberly...not really good name ideas, huh.”

“They’re not bad,” Belle defended, yet he knew by the small wrinkle of her nose that she wasn’t a huge fan of them. “I’ve been thinking we should find a name that’s special for both of us, or has a good history… How did your parents name you, handsome?”

His memory kicking in to when he would go to his mom and dad, asking the very question, Clyde smiled softly when he rest his cheek against her. “I’m named after me n’ Jimmy’s godfather. His name was Clyde and he was my dad’s best friend...and was actually my ma’s first boyfriend.”

“What?” Belle gasped, looking up at him and he laughed.

“Well, if you count fourth grade an’ datin’ for ten minutes as a first boyfriend,” he snorted. “Anyway, he was my ma’s best friend, then became dad’s in junior high. They all grew up together and all that; he was the best man in the weddin’, the whole deal. Apparently, he was really handsome and funny - blond, muscular and a cute dimple with some nice blue eyes.”

“He sounds like a nice man,” she complimented and he nodded in agreement. “How come I haven’t met him?”

Clyde exhaled. “He died before I was born, actually,” Clyde confessed, feeling Belle frown against his shoulder before cuddling closer to him. “He was a volunteer fireman when Jimmy was a kid, and one day he got stuck in a burning building, rescuing a lady who was trapped. He managed to get her out to safety, but the roof collapsed and he got pinned. Ma asked if they could name me after him, n’ Pa agreed right away; I was gonna be named after my dad’s pa, but they weren’t close.”

“That’s sad, but also very sweet. Naming you after someone special to the both of them, that’s wonderful,” Belle smiled sadly, snuggling her head against him, her head on his chest. “I’m sure you lived up to his name well: You’re a very handsome, strong and wonderful man who helps people for good.”

“Thank you, Darlin’,” Clyde cooed. “Since ya asked me...where did the name Rosabelle come from for yer folks?”

“Ah...my grandparents named me actually.” Adjusting herself to curl more comfortably against him, she gently tugged Clyde’s arm from behind her to wrap around her shoulder. Clyde simply wrapped both of his arms around her and cradled her properly into his lap, not minding the bump that shield their unborn baby. “They named me after the nurse who found me, after my mom left the hospital with me still in the room she was stationed in.”

“Ya serious, baby?” Clyde frowned, his brows knitting together with his growing irritation. When Belle nodded, Clyde huffed. “Jus’ a lil newborn, and she up and left? What kind of mother does that to a lil baby that was jus’ born?”

Belle shrugged, mostly uncaring of the mention of her mother. Between them, it was always like this: Clyde having this bewildered expression at something her biological parents have done, and she didn’t care. To her, they weren’t parents, but strangers. “Anyway, there was a nurse named Rosabelle Brown who heard me crying because I was hungry, and she came to the room to find that my own mother cut the IVs and wires hooked to her, stole some supplies and left me behind. She called my grandpa and both he and grandma came with the cops.

“Rosabelle was the one to feed me my first bottle and made sure I was safe until my grandparents came to get me. She told them how well-behaved and sweet I was to her, despite being a newborn,” Belle grinned and rolled her eyes a bit. “They thought it was only right to name me after her, but I did get to see her a lot when she retired, and she would join my grandmother with her pageant events. She was a very sweet old lady. Very beautiful. She had this pretty dark skin and curly hair that she had a favorite headband on to decorate it; she was always smiling and had the most prettiest hazel eyes, too.”

“Still,” Clyde exhaled with a sort of sorrow, catching her attention to look up. “For anyone, even if she didn’t want to keep ya...to just leave ya like that, all alone.”

Belle’s eyes softened and she snuggled closer to him. “I was what my mom called a ‘mistake’, because she couldn’t hide her pregnancy from my grandparents and they held her in place up until I was born - she originally wanted to go off with my father to California, or something, but they didn’t let her. She didn’t even tell them she was in labor when she was suppose to be under ‘house-arrest’ or whatever,” she rolled her eyes. Her hands coming to rest against her growing belly, a warm smile spread on her face. “However, I know this precious little angel is nowhere a mistake. I can’t wait to see this little baby’s eyes open when they’re born, and tell them their first ‘I love you’ when I get to hold them, and tell them how special they are…”

Clyde’s only hand joined hers on her tummy, his lips instantly kissing her head, shoulder, neck and cheek. “Baby, you weren’t a mistake - you were a blessin’, no matter what yer mother said. You were a blessin’ to yer grandparents and Joe Bang; a blessin’, sweet angel and most special gift to me,” he told her honestly, nuzzling his nose to her head. “Makin’ me fall in real love n’ lovin’ me back, now givin’ me a family, all that, it’s jus’... Yer gonna be a great momma, Darlin’.”

Hearing a familiar groan, Belle leaned away from her husband and carefully turned around to find him with tears in his eyes. Frowning, Belle reached to hold his head with both hands, wiping a falling tear off his cheek. “Clyde, what’s wrong?” she asked quietly, only for him to shudder and pull her into his embrace again.

“Yer jus’ gonna be a wonderful mama, baby girl,” Clyde told her in a thick voice, hiding his face into her hair as she lightly rubbed his back. “This lil baby of ours is gonna know how much mama loves ‘em, how much you want ‘em and make the world feel wonderful, like ya did with me.”

“Oh, honey,” Belle aww-ed softly, lifting his ace to give him a gentle kiss, which he returned rather desperate and needing to express his affection for her. Belle smiled against his kisses, massaging his temples carefully when he pulled back to try and breathe. “My sweet man, you don’t need to cry over this, my handsome husband,” she cooed, kissing his cheek and jaw. “Of course I will be loving our little baby, but you know for a fact you’re going to be such a spoiling daddy. Gonna spoil with kisses, and treats - even when you know dinner is about to be ready in just a little bit. You’ll tell stories well until they’re knocked out and play so much.”

Clyde nodded. “Y-yeah,” he sobbed, a sort of airy laugh leaving his lips when he saw how brightly his wife grinned, knowing him so well. “Yeah, y-ya know I would… You would catch me sneakin’ treats, tellin’ me how naughty I am and our kid laughin’ at me, huh.”

“Our happy little baby, which parents who love them sooo much,” Belle corrected carefully and Clyde sniffed and nodded with strong enthusiasm. “Like how I was loved by my grandparents, and how you were loved by your parents.”

“Yeah, maybe more than that - gotta lot of love to give to such a tiny, tiny lil thing,” he insisted and Belle smiled and kissed his big nose. “Gonna have to spoil you and the baby, so much.”

“I think we both look forward to it.”

Clyde chuckled through his tears, burying his face into her neck and kissing any exposed skin he could get ahold of.

“So much love, sweetheart,” Clyde insisted lovingly, holding Belle and their unborn baby as close as possible. “So much. So much love…”

Fun fact: Despite knowing the gender of the baby between Week 16-19 of the pregnancy, parents have the option to wait and have the gender concealed in a thick envelope and mailed to wherever you want!!

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