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[benhardyisdaddy]

must be a dream - part 1

MASTERLIST 

(this is my first ever 6U fic with billy so plz dont judge if its bad hahaha i hope u like it! ALSOOO i needed a last name for billy so i just used jones lolol okay byeeee) 

Word Count: 3,221

Description: what happens when you run into your “dead” boyfriend at the park?

“I love you.” 

Those three tiny words held so much meaning to you. Your boyfriend, Billy, made sure to constantly remind you of how much he loves… loved you. He always had a sweet, soft smile on his face when the words slipped from his lips. On this specific occasion, you were on your back with Billy’s bare chest pressed against yours. 

You’re both breathing heavily as your naked bodies are tangled together. Your hand was caressing his cheek as he moves his head to kiss your palm. You smile up at him as he stares into your eyes - his green orbs almost hypnotizing. He speaks those three words and you believe every ounce of it as your heart flutters. 

“I love you more.” you whisper back. 

He grins big and shakes his head. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his face falls as he fights back a wave of tears. He blinks them away, but not before you notice the change of expression. You knit your brows as you grab his face and make him look at you. 

“Hey,” you say softly. “What’s wrong?” 

Billy just forces a smile as he shakes his head. 

“I’m fine.” he says fast. 

He leans down and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him as he leaves tiny, gentle kisses all over your shoulder. He’s so warm and comforting - you don’t want him to get up. As if reading your mind, he sits up and sadly smiles. 

“I have to go.” he whispers. 

You shake your head fast and wrap your arms around him even tighter. You look pathetically sad as you whine. 

“No! Not yet! Maybe you can reschedule for tomorrow?” you ask with puppy dog eyes. 

It takes everything in Billy to not fall to his knees and do exactly as you say. You were his kryptonite, his weakness. He had done anything and everything for you - except this. 

“Baby,” he whispers. “I have to go. They’re… They’re waiting for me.”

You frown even harder as you slowly rub your hand up and down his arm. 

“I don’t want you to go.” you say quietly. 

His heart breaks right then and there. I don’t want to go either, he wants to say, but he doesn’t. 

“I hate that this is your job.” you say, referring to his heists. 

Billy takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes.

“I’ll be...fine.” he says hesitantly. 

“Promise?” you ask as you hold up your pinky finger. 

This was yours and Billy’s way of trust. You don’t ever, ever break a pinky swear. He started this when you first started dating and it’s stuck ever since. Billy opens his eyes and his voice gets stuck in his throat as he stares at your pinky. He tenses his jaw and slowly reaches his hand out. 

If he makes a promise, he’d break it. If he doesn’t make the promise, you’d know something was wrong. He takes in a deep breath as his pinky wraps around yours. You break out into a huge grin and his heart skips a beat. Remember this smile, he reminds himself. 

“Alright, you promised. You can’t break it now.” 

Billy tries to smile as he nods. You lean up and kiss him once more. He gives you a quick peck to your cheek as he jumps up from bed and starts getting around. You’re lying there with the sheet wrapped around you as you watch him. He slips his shoes on and he’s finished. He turns around to slowly look at you. He looks you up and down and wants to back out of everything right now. You just sweetly smile and sit up. 

“You better not forget to kiss me bye.” you tease. 

Billy swallows hard as he walks over to you. You’re smiling like a little kid as he bends down and cups your face. He kisses you, but this kiss is different. It’s slow and sweet as he savors every last ounce of it. He wants to remember what your lips feel like, taste like. He wants to remember how soft your skin felt on his fingers. He wants to remember what your slight moans sound like as the kiss deepens. He just wants to remember… Needs to remember. Billy leans away as he rests his forehead against yours. You graze your finger against his bottom lip as he smiles. 

“I have to go.” he whispers. 

“I know.” you whisper back. “Please be careful.” 

All he can do is tense his jaw and force a sweet smile as he nods. He stands back up and turns around as he walks to the front door. You’re still watching him sadly as he grabs his backpack and swings it on his shoulder. He opens the front door and steps out. He turns around to look back at you. A tear trickles down his cheek, but you don’t notice it. 

“I love you.” he says loudly, thankful that his voice didn’t crack. 

You place your hand over your heart and smile. 

“I love you more.” 

Billy then places his hand over his heart as well and smiles. He gives you a slight wink as he slowly shuts the door behind him. Once it’s closed, he walks away and leans against the wall. His eyes are squeezed closed as tears finally pour out. He tries to catch his breath as his body trembles. He wants to run back into the room with you, but he can’t. 

“It’ll get easier.” 

Billy looks up fast and takes in a sharp breath as One is stood in the hallway with sunglasses on. His voice is flat as he looks down at his watch and then back up. 

“Listen, can we please have this life changing moment while we walk to the car?” 

Billy walks past him and gives him a death glare. One just smiles as he follows behind him. 

“This better be fucking worth it.” hisses Billy. 

One takes in a deep breath and pats him on the back. 

“Watch.” 

***

10 Hours Later 

Billy isn't home yet and you were beside yourself. You had called everyone you knew and were pacing around your apartment and shaking like crazy. This wasn’t like him. He always came home when he promised you he would. This wasn’t like him. 

You were currently on the phone with the police as they were trying to calm you down. They tried telling you that maybe he was just late. Maybe he got caught up with something and forgot to call. You tried to file a missing persons report, but they wouldn’t allow you. He hasn’t been gone long enough. You were about to freak out on the woman over the phone, but she interrupted with an almost slight gasp. 

“Ma’am?” she asks fast. “Ma’am, was your boyfriend’s last name Jones? Billy Jones?” 

You freeze and your whole body begins to go numb. Your throat is dry as you just nod. You realize she can’t see you as you close your eyes and whisper. 

“Yes.” 

Your voice was so tiny. The woman just sighs and you can tell she’s about to say something that you don’t want to hear. 

“Miss y/l/n,” she starts with a sad voice. “Ma’am, we have a deputy dispatched and on his way to your home. Can you please stay on the line with me until he gets there?” 

“Why are cops coming over? Where’s Billy?” you shout. “How did you find out his last name!? Where’s Billy!?” you scream as your face turns red. 

Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at you door as a man yells out that it’s the police. You keep the phone on your ear as you walk over and look through the peephole. You slowly open the door and watch as two male cops looks beyond sad and distressed. 

“Miss y/l/n?” he asks with a soft voice. “I am so terribly sorry-” 

The cop didn’t even get to finish his sentence when suddenly the phone you’re holding slips from your hand and hits the floor. Your face is in complete shock as their voices become mere background noise. A loud buzzing fills your head as you feel like you can’t breathe. You take a few steps back and shake your head no. 

Suddenly, the word dead is all you hear and you snap. You cover your mouth with your shaky hands and allow tears to pour down. You squeeze your eyes shut as your knees give away. They buckle under you as you fall to them. You hunch over and wrap your arms around yourself. 

“No, no, no!” you scream out. 

The officers hurry to you and fall to their knees as they try to help. 

“Please, no!” 

It hurt. Every inch of your body… Your heart. It all throbbed. It was like a nightmare had come true. Billy’s dead, Billy’s dead, Billy’s dead. That’s the only thought racing through your mind. What you would do for another day with him. What you would do to feel his touch one more time. What you would do to just have him be okay.

***

1 Year and 3 Months Later

“Those disguises are fucking awful.” says Billy. 

The group was on a mission that happened to be back in his hometown. Everywhere he looks it reminds him of you. He’s been in an awful mood ever since they landed here. More hot headed than usual. He’s been drinking more and hoping it will help him not to be constantly reminded of you every waking second. He regrets what he did. He regrets faking his death. He regrets seeing his funeral and having to watch you catch your breath as you cry. He regrets leaving you. He hates himself for it and he always will.

He is now currently walking through a large park that the two of you always went to with Seven next to him. Seven’s been the only one to help him with everything. He hasn’t been on the team long, but Billy’s already so close to him. 

“Why is it that I get a costume and you don’t?” asks Seven to Billy. 

He just laughs and shrugs. 

“Guess One wants to utilize my good looks.” he jokes. 

The speaker in their ears crackle on as One speaks. 

“Excuse me, ladies? Can we please stay on track and, ya know, find the bad guys?” 

They both roll their eyes as they continue walking around a large fountain that’s in the middle of the park. 

“I don’t see any sign of them.” says Two through the earpiece. 

“Maybe they’re in horrible costumes too.” Three says snarky. 

“Four, you see anything? Anything that might even look weird or suspicious?” asks One. 

Billy shakes his head as he scans around some more. There’s a playground just beside him as he looks through it. He doesn’t spot who he needs to see. 

“No, I don’t see any-”

He freezes. 

“Four, you still there?” asks Five. 

Seven looks over to him confused. 

“Four, what’s wrong?” 

His eyes follow his line of sight and he freezes as well. He sees you. You’re at the playground with two other women. The three of you are laughing as you watch tiny kids run around. There’s a stroller perched in front of you as you look down in front of it and smile widely. You’re making silly faces as you bend down and slowly pick up a small baby in your arms. 

Billy stops breathing. The baby was six months old and had Billy’s identical green eyes and blonde hair. He swears up and down that she could be his twin. You hold the sweet baby close to you and kiss the top of her head. She’s laughing at you as you stand up with her. 

“Four,” Seven says fast. “We need to go. I know what you’re thinking. We need to go.” 

Billy can’t move. He’s in a trance as he watches you walk around and kiss the babies chubby cheeks. You look so happy with her. You’re still so beautiful and he wants to so badly rush over and hug you. You were just right there. So close, yet so far away. 

“What’s going on?” asks Two. 

“Yeah. Can someone keep the rest of us informed?” asks One. 

“It’s…” Seven trails off. “It’s her.” 

That’s all he has to say and they automatically know. 

“Get him out of there!” yells One. “Now!” 

“Come one, Four. We have to go!” 

Billy just keeps his eyes on you as Seven grabs his wrist and tries to drag him away. Billy’s not fighting him, but he’s still frozen in place. Suddenly, you spot the movement from the corner of your eye as you turn with a smile still on your face. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the two men that are staring your way. 

At first, you’re a bit worried by it, but suddenly… Suddenly, your eyes land on Billy. Your smile falls as your eyes lock. You feel like you can’t breath as you just stare at him. You’re dreaming, you tell yourself. You’re just imagining it. That’s not really him. You blink a few times and open your eyes once more. He’s still standing there. You take a step forward and find yourself breathing hard. 

“Billy?” you whisper. 

“Four, we have to go!” harshly whispers Seven. 

“Four, I swear to god, if you get caught, I will kill you myself!” shouts One in the earpiece. 

“I have a baby…” whispers Billy. 

Everyone goes silent. 

“Shit.” One barely whispers. 

You find yourself slowly walking forward. Billy’s not disappearing, so that must be a good sign. Right? This wasn’t like the other times. You could have sworn you saw him on the other side of the street or right outside your apartment window. He was actually standing there. You shake your head as you get closer and eventually you’re stood right in front of him. You didn’t know what to say. Your throat was dry as tears pour down your face. Billy’s crying too as his eyes are locked with yours. You find yourself shaking your head and almost laughing. 

“You’re dead.” you whisper. 

It’s almost comical to you now. 

“I’ve actually lost my mind.” you laugh out. “You’re dead!” you say a bit louder, your face now serious. 

Billy says nothing as he just stares at you with sad eyes. 

“Am I dreaming?” you ask.

He slowly shakes his head no. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. Your baby has her head on your chest as she’s dozing off. Billy looks to her and can’t fight back a smile. 

“I don’t understand what’s happening.” you whisper. 

Just then, you begin taking steps backwards. You’re shaking your head as you stare at him and Seven cautiously. 

“I’m going crazy.” you whisper. “You’re not really here. I’m going crazy.” 

You turn around and go to walk away, but not before Billy reaches out and grabs your free hand. You gasp at his touch as you fly back around. Your eyes are wide as he stares down at your hand holding his. Your chin is quivering as your face scrunches up. You’ve missed his touch so much. You forgot how comforting and warm it is. You shake your head as you look up to him, tears pouring down. 

“It’s me.” he whispers. 

“Four, we have to go.” Seven says with a dark tone. 

Seven gives you a sympathetic look as he tugs on Billy’s arm. 

“Go home and stay there, okay!?” calls out Billy as he’s walking away backwards. “Just promise me you’ll go there and stay?!”

Just then, Billy holds up his pinky and you feel like you could faint. That’s when you know it really is him. You're sobbing now as you shakily hold up your pinky as well. Billy’s face falls into a huge grin as he stares at you until he’s gone. You still don’t understand what’s happening. Maybe you really were in a dream. You find yourself wiping your eye and hurrying back to the stroller. The mother’s you came with all look worried and confused by your teary eyed expression. 

You explain to them that you need to go home and say it’s a family emergency. They hug you goodbye as you speed walk back to the apartment just down the block. You get inside and close the door. You lock it fast and quietly lay your baby down for a nap. She looks so peaceful as you smile and kiss her forehead. She looks so much like Billy that it almost broke your heart. 

“Billy’s dead.” you whisper to yourself. “They saw him fall. He’s dead.” 

You wait at your apartment just like he had told you too. You lay down on your bed and close your eyes. If this was a dream, maybe you could finally wake up from it. Dreaming of Billy was the worst thing ever. The two of you would be together and laughing and the next thing you know, you’re waking up by yourself and with the feeling of utter loneliness. You would have rather fallen asleep and stayed asleep. 

At least you felt that way until Stella was born. You found out you were pregnant with Billy’s baby a month after he had died… Or at least you thought he did. It was the happiest yet saddest time of your life. You got to be a mother to a beautiful baby girl, but you were still losing Billy. Mixed emotions had become your constant state of mind. 

You’re still lying in bed and realize you must have dozed off. You sit up and look over to the crib where Stella was and realize she’s still asleep. You smile at her as you lay back down and stretch. Your mind goes to Billy as you feel yourself about to cry again. Maybe it had all been a dream. Or maybe you really were crazy. Whatever it was, that wasn’t really him. He’s not here. He’s dead-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK 

Your eyes go wide as you sit up fast in bed. Someone was at your door. You slowly stand to your feet and don’t move. You listen closely and slightly jump when there’s another knock. You’re almost trembling as you slowly tiptoe over to the door. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath before leaning forward and looking out the peephole. Something was covering it and blocking you from seeing out. Your heart was now racing as you were scared. You close your eyes and call out. 

“Who is it!?” 

There’s silence for a moment before someone speaks out.

“You kept the promise!” 

Your eyes go wide as you take in a sharp breath. It couldn’t be… You must still be dreaming. You quickly unlock the door and fling it open. In front of you is stood Billy with a small smile on his face. You can’t look away from him until five others begin standing behind him with awkward smiles on their faces too. You gulp as you look back to him and then it happens. What you thought would happen to you at the park finally did. 

Everything goes white and you pass out.

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[writeyourownlifestory]

Can I ask for an instance where Ben and Joe think they’re finally gonna get some alone time, only to be cockblocked by one of their kids either born, or yet to be born?

“All the babies put to bed?” Ben asked as he entered the bedroom. 

It had been an extra long day, with Clara having a softball match and JJ having to practice his recital. The twins were running at this point, which meant having to chase after them whenever they started off in a sprint. 

Both men were exhausted, ready to lay down for the night, though there was a familiar glimmer in Ben’s eyes. One that Joe had seen many times over the past few years.

“You randy git,” Joe commented, copying Ben’s accent almost to the T. 

“Mock me if you must, but you look extremely hot in that coaches uniform,” Ben mentioned, going to plop down onto the bed. 

“If you expect me to move, you’re insane,” Joe mentioned from where he was lying back on the bed, pressed into the pillows ever so comfortably. 

Ben smirked, moving to crawl the length of their king size bed and straddle his husband. 

“I’ll do all the moving, he whispered, kissing his husband slowly.”

They had been intimate since the twins were born. Many times in fact, though it was rare now to get a moment alone. Ben reached blindly, going to open the drawer to grab the condoms and bottle of lube he had hidden there, but instead, his fingers made content with something small, round, and soft.

He turned his head, swearing as he rolled off his husband in a jolt. “Jesus Christ!” 

“Daddy!” Taylor cheered, lifting his hands up. 

“How did he get out of his room?” 

“He’s shifty, I tell you!” Joe snapped. “The other day he was in my office. I swear, he just appeared there!” 

Taylor grunted as he tried to pull himself onto the bed with no avail. After a moment of struggling, Joe gave in and pulled him up, plopping the small boy onto his stomach.

“Daddy!” Taylor repeated, slapping at Joe’s chest. 

“Why aren’t you in bed?” Joe questioned the child, though all he got in response was an innocent hug from an adorable boy. 

“Any chance we can just . . . toss him back into the room and lock the door?” Ben suggested quietly. 

“Benjamin!” 

Ben let out a groan, rolling off the bed to go into the bathroom to take care of himself while their son accepted his father’s cuddles. 

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[heybenhardy]

Headcannon - Ben x Reader

Ben wants to start trying for a baby

It all started when Gwilym and his wife had a baby

You were both asked to be god parents

You took Ben with you to shop for your new godson or daughter, which at first he had no interest in until you started looking through the tiny new born clothes

Ben was suddenly more into this than you, picking out outfits and smiling at how cute they were

Ben would pick up a newborn onesie that said ‘Daddy’s girl’ on it, “our baby is SO going to wear this!” He said beaming

You would do a double take at what he said since you had never discussed kids, “what was that, Ben?”

A red hue coated his face and he just cleared his throat... “I mean, y’know... if we ever had kids, we’d have to get this” Ben told you, now acting slightly uninterested to erase any thoughts

Truth was; Ben didn’t want to scare you off by showing his huge dad energy

But that little blip was never bought up again and you went back to normal life

Soon enough you were able to call yourselves godparents to a little girl, Elsie Lee.

A day after she was born, Ben drove you both to Gwils where you were going to meet the new bundle of joy

You loved babies, so you were in your element

And of course... you got to have the first cuddle... she was beautiful!

Ben watched as you cradled this new life in your arms and she latched his hand around your index finger

You spoke to her softly while cradling her

“Looks like it’ll be your turn next” Gwil nudged Ben

“We haven’t had that conversation yet, but yeah” Ben smiled...

“I meant to hold my daughter...” Gwil corrected him

Again Ben made himself feel awkward about the whole ‘having a baby thing’ which was never discussed

After a long cuddle it was Bens turn... He sat down beside you and you helped Ben to position her in his arms correctly

Ben was so careful about supporting her head

“Hey beautiful girl” Ben babbled to her... you hadn’t seen such a soft side to Ben

Gwilym got a lovely photo of yourself, Ben and Elsie in the moment enjoying a cuddle which he later instagrammed with the caption ‘The Godfather (and godmother’

Ben did not want to leave and give up the cuddles, but you were going to see your friends in a few more days and it was best to give them piece with their new baby

It was a short ride home

Ben spoke about baby Elsie the whole ride home.. “oh she was so tiny.... I actually love her, y/n”

Once home you sprawled out on the sofa under Bens arm as you watched tv and scrolled through your phone

“Look at this photo Gwilym took” Ben showed you, as he screenshotted the image

“Wait.. let me see the comments” you asked

‘Can Ben and y/n have a baby already!!! Need that soft!ben in my life’

‘THEY LOOK LIKE A FAMILY’

‘Ben is currently screaming dad’

You chuckled at the comments and Ben then put his phone on the side

“You okay?” You asked

“What if we had one of those?” Ben asked looking at his fingers as he twiddled them...

“One of what?” You asked, confused at the lack of dialogue in Bens question, “what.. one of those?” You pointed at the tv which had an advert for laser hair removal....

“Yeah I want us to get out hair lasered together” Ben said prodding you in the side... “A BABY Y/N”

Ben took a hold of your hand, “we’d be so good at it, y/n... you’d be an amazing mum and... well... I’d really love to be a dad” he said biting his lip and stroking your cheek

“What if I wasn’t good at it” You queried Ben

“I know you’d be an amazing mum, y/n... and I’ll be there... I’ll be the best dad I can be. I’ll change all their nappies, do all the late night feeds, rock them to sleep when they cry”

“Are you sure you’re ready though? Is this not just seeing Elsie today that had caused this... because I don’t want to jump into things if you’re not certain” you told him

Although you were so in love with the idea of Ben and yourself having a baby, you didn’t want him to rush things and then get scared

“No, I’m honestly ready” he told you, “Wait there” he said pressing your thigh to sit himself up and run off

Ben ran up the stairs and swiftly back in a minute

You sat up and he sat beside you

“Here..” he passed you a little bag from the same shop you got Elsie’s presents after Gwil and his fiancé announced they were having a baby

You opened the bag to reveal a tiny unisex onesie, the one you said was so cute in the shop...

“I’ve been ready for a while... see... I’ve even shopped for a baby that’s not even been created yet” he laughed

You had literally melted at how sweet Ben was

“Well if you’ve started shopping for our baby, we better get to creating it” you said pecking Bens lips

Ben pushed you onto your back on the sofa and hovered over you

Kissing down your neck and whispering “you’re gorgeous” as his hands wandered your body

Apologies for this... kinda rushed and not much effort...

PLEASE - if you have any requests, I’m really in the vibe to write atm, so message me any requests

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[itsjoemozzarella]

How am I supposed to see this gif and NOT instantly nut on the spot???

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[that70sroger]

Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor

(bohemian rhapsody, 2018)

I thought there was one and only one blonde I loved and that was Roger Taylor, but then Ben Hardy showed up

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[cosmicmemory]

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 | 𝐌𝐆𝐆

matthew gray gubler x fem! reader

requests are open!

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shemarfmoore let’s hope the groom don’t rip his pants

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jghyder cute but remember who your wife is!

lookwhosinsideagainy/n they are both so pretty wow

boburnham lor says you guys should.

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gublergram to my wife and my soulmate,

i wish to be with you until death, and then longer. you are my favorite distraction. from the moment i met you, i knew there wouldn’t be anything more precious to me in this whole world. i want to take you away from the ordinary, away from any upset or misfortune and show you peace, love, and beauty. i’d give up all the coffee in the world if it meant that you would be right there beside me for the rest of our lives. i am dedicated to you, for all eternity. i love our time together, especially when we go to the local cafe, for a cup of wonderful coffee and some great conversation. its really funny how you always embarrass yourself by purchasing the most bitter thing on the menu and then trying to impress me by pretending you are cultured and drink it all the time, even though you don’t. it's so cute watching your face scrunch up in disgust at the taste. you leave me breathless. completely in awe. i don’t know what i did to deserve you, but I’m also smart enough not to question my luck. can't wait to catch you stealing my sweaters – forever. i love you. “For passionate love is still divine / I lov’d her as an angel might / With ray of the all living light.” — Edgar Allan Poe.

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wedding au because i was feeling romantic! i think it's super cute, lmk what you think! reblogs & feedback is appreciated! more posts coming very soon! make requests or ask q’s - Z

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[illfoandillfie]

DMs

Pairing: Ben Hardy x F!Reader

Summery: You run a nsfw snapchat account. Ben's horny.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), partially written as chat text, video chat sex, masturbation, fingering, sex toys, nipple play, voyeurism I guess, fuckboy ben

Words: 3774

A/N: Inspired by something El posted. I love Ben but he’s got them fuckboy/lad vibes and im positive he’d get down on some sc porn

Taglist:  @laedymoon​  @dtfrogertaylor​   @ezmina98​  @vee-ndetta​ @atomic-watermelon​ @kellypenac​ @labessieisallama​ @deakyclicks​ @jennyggggrrr​ @drowseoftaylor​  @hannafuckingsucks​  @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​ @queenmylovely​

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Your phone buzzed, the familiar noise distracting you from your book. Considering you’d just posted a new photo, partially hidden by emojis, to Instagram and updated your snapchat story with the uncensored version, it was hardly surprising you were getting messages.

YourNewDaddy: Mmm baby let me pound you

You clicked through to his profile. Absolutely nothing. The profile picture was some abs that could belong to anyone. No recent snaps, nothing. For a few seconds you considered replying with your payment details but decided against it. He wasn’t worth your time.  

The whole NSFW account thing had started a while ago on Tumblr and then Instagram. A way to kill time and get some attention that you weren’t receiving in the real world. But then the porn ban had happened which severely limited what you could post, so you’d mostly moved to Snapchat, using everything else to advertise. A few months after the move you started getting guys offering to pay you to do specific things. One had wanted an audio recording of you calling him Daddy and begging for his cock with a few moans thrown in. Another had wanted a video of you and a dildo, though he’d had to pay more. Since then you’d used your accounts to pick up a bit of extra cash here and there. Nowhere near enough to live off of, but it came in handy.

You clicked back out of the app, put down your phone and went back to your book, hoping someone entertaining would at least comment on the photo soon. Barely half a page later another ding pulled you away. This time Instagram.  

Benhardy: Just came over you

Quick and to the point. Fuckboy energy. You clicked onto his profile half expecting another faceless timewaster. No description or links to other sites but he had a profile picture. And some fifty odd photos. Not many posts considering his million followers but at least you knew he was a real person. You scrolled through his feed trying to put gather what info you could before you responded. Lots of photos of himself sometimes with friends. A few that were clearly modelling jobs or, more likely considering the movie trailers and saved story called Oscars 2019, promotional photoshoots for magazines. And he was a proud dog dad. Definitely attractive. You wondered briefly why someone so handsome was getting off to half dressed girls on Instagram but put it out of your mind as you opened his conversation up again. Who cared why as long as he was talking to you? After all, he was hot and willingly giving you attention. Plus, if he was an actor or whatever he probably wouldn’t mind paying for something special, once you’d given him a taste. The only question left was how to approach the conversation.  

You: Really? That’s so flattering!

You: Kind of wish you’d cum over me for real tho, bit bored

Benhardy: dirty girl

Benhardy: could probably think of some way to keep you busy

Benhardy: you’re fit

You: haha aww thank you! I post more often on snap if you wanna follow. don’t have to hide behind swimwear and emojis there. easier to chat too, unless you prefer kik or something

He didn’t reply. You frowned at your phone wondering if you’d shown your hand too soon. Perhaps you should have kept up the flattered damsel act a little longer, waited before mentioning Snapchat. Maybe he wasn’t looking for a chat, just genuinely wanted to compliment you, even if it was in a gross slightly derogatory way. Or maybe he just got cold feet. You sighed as you swiped back to check what other people had been sending you. A few more ignorable accounts, a couple messages you didn’t like enough to respond to straight away. And then another Snapchat notification.  

Ben Jones: had to create an account but I’m here

You: oh! you’ve changed your name

Ben Jones: Hardy’s the stage name lol

You: hmmm hardy… little bit of a pornstar name

You: or could be if you changed the ben part.

Ben Jones: that’s my backup plan in case actual acting doesn’t work out lol

Ben Jones: not too out of place right now tho

You: haha that because of me?

Ben Jones: maybe. loved the photos in your story you’ve got great tits

Ben Jones: kinda wanna see you pinch and pull on them

And so it began. You leaned forward to pull your shirt off and then settled back against the pillows, running your fingers around your nipple until it was hard. Angling the camera towards your chest you pinched your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. The camera clicked as you took a photo and then clicked again as you tugged your nipple away from your body, hissing a little at the pain.

You: Like this?

Ben Jones: perfect

Ben Jones: really are lovely tits.

You: surprisingly don’t hear that much irl so ty

Ben Jones: u don’t? criminal

You: lmao yeah but that’s what I have you for

Ben Jones: happy to help

Ben Jones: What are you wearing?

You: Just a pair of knickers now

Ben Jones: sexy

Ben Jones: can I see?

You: just the knickers or the whole look?

Ben Jones: whole look first

Ben Jones: then just the knickers so I can see the wet spot you’re making

You wriggled against the pillows, shuffling further down the bed. Long ago you’d learnt which angles were the easiest to take photos in and which were the best to show off your body. A full body shot was easiest when you leaned your phone up against a stack of books or something at the foot of the bed and used the timer on the camera to get a few shots of you kneeling. It left your hands fee to squeeze your tits if that seemed appropriate or slip into your underwear, or to put behind your back in a pose that seemed innocent but actually pushed your hips and chest forward. For Ben though you felt something that appeared a little more casual would be appropriate. You lay back, head raised slightly on your pillows, feel flat against the mattress so your knees were in the air and pressed together. Carefully you positioned the camera, wrist twisted a little to get the angle just right. You brought your free hand up to your breasts, pulling your nipple again since Ben seemed to like it, and snapped a photo. The shot of your underwear was easier, legs spread, pushing your hips up slightly to get a clear shot of the wet patch that had been slowly growing since the start of the conversation, though a little added saliva to make it more obvious didn’t hurt. He wouldn’t be able to tell.  

Ben Jones: hot

Ben Jones: like got me so hard again hot

You: does that mean I get a picture in return?

Ben Jones: Only if you take your knickers off for me

Ben Jones: wouldn’t be fair otherwise since im not wearing underwear😉  

You took your time sending him a new photo and got one back almost straight away. You would have scoffed at his eagerness to show himself off but, with a body like his you couldn’t really blame him. You zoomed into the photo, trailing your eyes over every inch of it. Messy blonde hair, though whether it was intentionally messy or just like that from him grabbing it while he jerked off over your photo you weren’t sure. Gorgeous eyes, heavy lidded and a little fucked out. One arm behind his head as he lay on his bed. It looked carefree and spontaneous, like someone else had taken the photo at the very moment he looked at the camera, but it showed off the muscles in his arms too well to be coincidence. And speaking of muscles. The boy was a fucking Adonis. You were instantly struck by the desire to drag your nails down his chest and leave a trail of hickeys and bite marks all the way down to his toned stomach and tight waist. You clenched your thighs together at the thought as you slowly revealed the bottom half of the photo. He had his legs outstretched though one was more bent than the other, knee jutting out to the side. Almost too casual to be casual, especially with the way he had his hand wrapped around his cock, like the photo was taken mid stroke. You couldn’t help linger over that particular part of the photo. It was a lovely hand, big with noticeable veins, exactly the sort that could make you weak in the knees. And the same could be said for the dick it was holding. You wondered briefly where this Ben guy had come from and what you could possibly have done to catch his attention.  

Ben Jones: is that silence because you’re so impressed

The message made you roll your eyes. Hot he might be, but he was still just another desperate fuckboy looking for a naked girl to drool over and a quick orgasm.  

You: well I’m not not impressed

Ben Jones: no need to be shy. just say you’re imagining riding me and I'd understand

You: wasn’t before. Am now.

Ben Jones: what were you picturing before?

You: doggy

Ben Jones: be happy to let you try both and compare.

You: let me film it and watch the tapes back to study your game?

Ben Jones: wait this is dumb.

Your frowned at your phone. For such typical guy, the sort you’d dealt with so many times before, Ben sure was hard to pin down.  

You: what?

Ben Jones: you comfortable doing live chat?

Ohhhh

You: umm sure thing

Ben Jones: you don’t have to

You: i know that. you couldn’t force me to even if you wanted, beauty of doing this online. i just don’t do live very often. or I charge for it.

Ben Jones: that desperate for me?

You: you caught me in a good mood

You let the call ring for a bit, wanting to make sure Ben understood how in control you were and how much more he needed it than you. But eventually you picked up, settling back against your pillows. Ben seemed to be in a similar position, leaning against his headboard, the screen showing you his face and bare shoulders. “Hi,” “Hi,” his voice was deeper than you’d expected, thrown by how soft and, dare you say, feminine his features were, and yet it suited him perfectly. You could only imagine how that voice would sound growling out sexually charged complements, the thought appealing enough to have you pressing your thighs together. There was a moment of silence as you took each other in, not quite sure how to continue now that you’d switched from text.   “So you going to show me how wet you are?” Once again his demeanour had you wanting to roll your eyes though you refrained, “No.” “No?” His confusion was entertaining to say the least. So many of the men who contacted you assumed you were going to be outright submissive and meek, taking whatever photos they demanded and doing everything they told you to with a smile and a yes sir. So proving them wrong, defying them, taking control, that was fun. Almost an aphrodisiac in its own right. Sometimes you’d eventually submit, play the brat and then let them win, and if they were paying it was a different story. But Ben struck you as the kind of guy who could use a little more pushback. Probably used to getting his way, having his pick of the litter. Lord knows had he hit on you in real life you probably would have agreed to whatever he wanted just to feel his hands on you. But here, on your profile, you had the power. Plus, in the back of your mind you suspected that being a little more assertive might just make him more interested in seeing you submit and maybe a little more willing to pay for the pleasure.   “Not yet.” “Bit of a bold move considering I could just go find someone else to look at. There’re these things called porn sites, yeah?” “But they’re so impersonal. Isn’t this more fun?” He paused, eyeing you, and then let out a breath, “You got me there.” “Figured, since the video chat was your idea and all.” “Just got sick of typing one handed.” “Mmhmm, sure.” “So are you going to show me your cunt then?” “Eventually. But what’s the rush?” you stood up, making sure to let the camera dip just a little so Ben got a quick flash of your chest. “How about I’m hard as hell and want to get off?” “You’re not the only one who wants to get off so just hold your horses for a second while I get my toys.” “There are toys now?” You could see Ben’s shoulder move as he started to stroke himself again. “Told you to hold your horses. Stop touching yourself.” Ben’s arm stopped its movement though he seemed a little taken aback by his own obedience. “Good boy,” you watched for Ben’s reaction, not disappointed as he swallowed hard, his cheeks going pinker than they already were. That was interesting. “Yes there are toys, you wanna see?” “Do I get to pick which ones you use?” “Maybe,” “Go on, show me then,” You flipped the camera around as you opened your chest of draws. There wasn’t much in there, a couple different dildos and vibrators, a set of nipple suckers, mostly things you’d bought to fulfil requests guys were paying you for. You picked up the nipple suckers and held them up to the camera. “I assume you’d like to see me in these since you liked watching me play with my nipples.” “Mmhmm, absolutely. Also want to see you with a dildo. You got one with a suction base? Might tell you to ride it the way you’d ride me,” he seemed to be doubling down on the pull for control after you’d seen his reaction to being told what to do, determined to put you in your place or whatever. “Unfortunately, no. But this one will do,” you took hold of a silicon dildo, pulling it from the draw, “Don’t think it's as big as you but it does vibrate and that’s guaranteed to work.” “I’ll allow it, though I think we both know I’d be better.” “I’m going to ignore that,” you said as you turned the camera back towards you and headed back to your bed, settling against the pillows again. You propped the camera up against a pillow so Ben could watch as you placed the suckers over your nipples, whimpering at the sudden taught feeling. You picked the phone back up, giving Ben a closer view of your boobs. “They suit you. And you can ignore it all you like but when you start doing what I say and I let you fuck yourself into your third orgasm I’ll remind you. Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll tell you where you can meet me in real life and show you exactly how good I am.” “You’re a cocky one, aren’t you?”   “In every sense. If I remember correctly you were speechless at the sight.” “You’ve got a bad memory, Benny boy.” Slowly you let your fingers trail down to your pussy. You didn’t believe he was as good as he thought he was – you’d dealt with too many overconfident wankers, both in real life and online, to believe another one – but the game you’d fallen into, the back and forth teasing, not entirely sure who was in control at any one time, was arousing to say the least. It was certainly one of the less predictable conversations you’d had recently.   “If not speechless then certainly wet. Show me your pussy, wanna see you touching yourself.”” “Who said I’m touching myself?” you slipped a finger into your entrance, trying to keep your breathing even.” “You’re not as good at hiding it as you think you are. So show me.” “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Ben gave you a fleeting look, eyebrow raised, before his camera flipped and you were once again looking at his hand wrapped around his cock, red and leaking precum. You turned your camera too, making sure he had a good view. “Add a second finger for me.” You did as he asked, “You been a good boy and not touched? Or do I have to tell you off for misbehaving?” “I didn’t but it wasn’t because of anything you said. Just didn’t want things to finish before I heard you beg me to cum.” He began to stroke himself, keeping in time with the slow pace you’d set as you pumped your fingers in and out of your pussy. “Sure,” you panted, adding a third finger, “so if I told you to stop now,” His hand halted. “Well aren’t you just so obedient,” You removed your fingers from yourself, reaching to grab the dildo, “you wanna see me fuck myself properly? Watch me cum all over this toy, pretend it’s your cock making me moan?”   “God yes,” his voice cracked a little, fingers twitching against himself as he briefly let the cocky, controlling persona fall away. It didn’t last long, “Show me how deep you can take that cock. C’mon, I know what a fucking slut you are, getting off on people watching you.” You didn’t bother arguing, sliding the dildo along your dripping folds before pressing it into yourself with a whine. “Wait, hang on a sec.” The was the sound of shuffling and the screen went black as Ben moved around but, eventually, he flipped the camera again and settled back on the bed. He’d propped his phone up somewhere in front of himself, letting you see every inch of him from his face to his hard, leaking cock, “better?” “Oh much, hang on I’ll do the same," you carefully pulled the dildo from yourself and sat up, leaning your phone against a stack of books on your bedside table and then adjusting your pillows in front of it, “we good?” “Yeah, take the nipple things off though, wanna see your tits properly.” You did as he asked, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. Ben chuckled, “God I can’t wait to hear how loud you moan imaging how hard I’d fuck you.” You slid the dildo back into your entrance, slowly pumping it in and out of yourself as you brought your other hand up to squeeze your breast, “mmm, you look so pretty when you’re all needy Benny.” It wasn’t a lie, between his lust blown eyes, flushed cheeks and soft pout, Ben looked incredible and it only turned you on more, “Want to show me how needy you can get? Want me make you beg?” “Faster. Harder,” he ignored your questions in favour of giving you another order but you were sure you’d heard his voice crack just a little. You sped up, whining with each thrust, Ben’s hand matching your pace as his slid his thumb over the tip and spread the precum over his length. “Fuck your wet, I can hear it. That all because of me?” “Maybe a-a bit. Also just like, fuck, being watched,” “Turn on the vibrator and rub your clit,” Ben’s voice was husky, impossibly deep and rough, “don’t stop until I say.” You moaned as the vibrations started, angling the dildo to rub against your g-spot on every pass.   “There you go, being a good little slut. Gonna cum how I tell you to.” “On-only if you cum how I tell you to.” You almost let the dildo fall from your grasp, so shocked were you by the whine Ben let out, “Like that idea? Want me to tell you what to do? If I told you to stop and watch me would you?” “No,” he said, steadfastly sticking to the game although his hand faltered and his voice had mostly lost the controlling edge he’d had before, all desperate, whiny need. “N-not sure I beli-eve you.” “Please don’t stop. Wanna cum so bad,” “I know y-ou do Benny.” “You close?” “Yes, fuck Ben, so close.” “Cum for me, come on, be a good slut and cum,” “Not. Yet. Play with your balls Benny, wanna see you cum first.” His gasped turned into a strangled cry as he ran his fingers over his testicles before lightly squeezing them “T-turn the vibrator higher,” Neither one of you were in control anymore, too caught up in getting yourselves and each other off, though you were both determinedly looking at the screen, watching each other. Ben’s lip was caught between his teeth, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he let out some of the prettiest moans you’d ever heard. It only served to push you closer to the edge, your own moans escaping as you bucked your hips rhythmically in time with the dildo moving in and out of your cunt. Ben finished a split second before you did, your eyes glued to the white now painting his stomach as you held the dildo in place, its vibrations making your toes curl.

The was a moment of quiet as you both collected yourselves, the only sounds his panted breaths and your soft whine as you removed the dildo from yourself, and then Ben spoke.   “Fuck that was hot.” “Yup,” “I thought your tits were good enough to wank over but Christ. That’s gonna keep me going for a bit.” You laughed, relaxing as your heart gradually fell back to its normal rhythm, “Well not too long I hope. You’re fun and I’d be happy to chat again sometime.” “Did I see in your bio that you take commissions?” “Yuuup,” “Huh, well, I’ll keep that in mind then.” “I look forward to it,” “Well, I should be off then, gotta clean up,” he gestured to the mess drying on his stomach. “Yeah, me too, maybe have a nap. That really was fun though so next time you’re bored or whatever hit me up. If you’re lucky I’ll let you boss me around. If you’re luckier I’ll do the bossing,” “I’d like to see you try,” “That whine you made says you’d enjoy it quite a lot,” “My whine? What about yours? Needy little brat.” Guess you’ll have to come back and settle this then.” “Guess I will. See you later.”

#my writing #ben hardy smut #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #hope ya'll like this #hope i made him enough of a fuckboy #and that it makes sense and everything #i wrote the first half real quick like last month #and then took a break from it to write curtains 5 #and then found it kinda hard to get back into it #but i think im happy with it #anyway #gonna be more benny content coming soon #im so very deep in my feels because of all this 6u content

[bohrapbois]

Not that we discussed this (?) But Hardzello keeping their relationship on the dl for years but they invite Brian and Roger to the wedding and Brian just can't keep quiet 🤭

Oh my GOD this is UNFAIR it’s my WEAKNESS

681 Words of fluff and love 

Ben was going to kill whoever was pounding on the door. Didn’t they know he’d gotten married, and obviously very drunk, yesterday? He grumbled curses under his breath as he shuffled over to the door, ready to give the poor soul on the other side of the hotel door a piece of his mind. He swung it open dramatically, face already one of annoyance and anger, only to find his long time friend and best man Andy looking pale and scared, shoving his phone at Ben.

On the screen was Brian May’s Instagram. A selfie video, Roger crying in the corner as Brian prodded at the screen until it turned around and showed Ben and Joe had their first married kiss up at the alter yesterday. No doubt, if the audio was on, it’d be of the loud cheering and crying of their closest friends and family who filled the church yesterday. 

They’d managed for years to keep their relationship on the down-low, avoided paparazzi and interviews, even went on fake dates to get people off their scents, only for Rock Legend Brian May to do the most proud dad thing ever and post a shaky video of them. And it already had an eye-watering amount of likes and comments. No way they could sweep this one under the rug

“Oh, shit” Ben both loved Brain and hated him right now. Guess he and Joe would be the ‘it couple’ of Hollywood for a while. 

“Is your phone on silent?” Andy started moving into the room, Ben still staring open-mouthed as the video looped over, again and again, their tear-filled smiles now broadcasted all over the internet.

“I… ugh, yeah, didn’t want to be disturbed, either of us, you know?” Ben followed Andy into the room like a dog on the leash.

“What’s happening?” A sex-tired American drawled from the wrecked bed, and Ben snapped out of his shock.

“Well-”

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After about the hour long panic attack the happy new couple had and the apologetic visit of Brian and Roger in which they all forgave each other, Joe and Ben had come up with a plan.

Standing above them on the bed, Andy held the camera steady as the couple did a little skit. Waking up first, Joe went to scratch his eyes, letting out a low groan as he stretched his arms up, blinking his eyes open, where he noticed a simple gold band on his ring fingers. He frowned, turning his hand over and looking at it again from different angles. Yep, a wedding ring. His eyes went wide and he quickly turned to see who was in the bed next to him, only to see a slowly waking up Ben on his side. They stared at each other for a moment, obviously the day before coming back into their minds, and both, in unison, started to scream. The video ended, caption underneath reading ‘#HardzelloIsReal @benhardy’ and with some quick editing, was posted on Joe’s instagram.

At the same time, Ben posted a photo of Joe from way back during their Bohemian Rhapsody days, where they’d started their secret romance. It was a photo of Joe fast asleep, mouth agape and drool falling onto Ben’s pillow, hair still a mess of perm. He typed out the caption ‘I knew my love was PERManent @joe_mazzello #HandsomeHusband #DidntKnowPermStoodForPermanent’

The next few hours they were receiving texts and calls from friends and distant family who hadn’t been in the known, were overwhelmed with all the loving comments they got on their posts. Of course they lost followers and got some downright nasty comments, but they got more love than hate.

It was a different world for them now. They didn’t know what hardships they’d face, but it was their reality now. They’d hidden for long enough, they were ready to be in the light together.

(Gwil posted a photo of Ben and Joe kissing in the background, him in the foreground flipping them off. ‘Couldn’t be prouder of these two idiots #HardzelloIsReal’. The hashtag was trending for two days)

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#hardzello #ben hardy #joe mazzello #bohemian rapsody movie #queen cast #my work #bohrap #my fic #bohrap cast

[somethinginthewayiam]

Imagine...

…you and Joe have a daughter. You named her Joan, or Joanie, which is a mixture of Joe for Joe’s deceased father and John, as in John Deacon. She is now a little over a year old.

Her dad is away on another press tour for Bohemian Rhapsody. Cardboard Ben is chilling in your living room next to the couch since the real Ben can be part of it this time. You are doing the dishes in the kitchen, your daughter playing in the living room with her toys. Every now and then you peak over your shoulder to check on her.

You hear her moving around and before you could turn around, you hear something sliding across the floor. As you turn around, you find your daughter pulling Cardboard Ben across the floor.

“Is he your playdate, Joanie?”, you giggle and dry off the last plate and put it back in the cupboard. Just as you turn around again, you find her leaning over and kissing Cardboard Ben on his paper face. Oh my god, Joanie!”, you laugh out loud and giggle. Joanie looks up at you a bit surprised by your loud voice, but as she sees you laughing, she smiles brightly at you with her little two front teeth and bends down again.

“Wait, let’s do a picture for daddy”, you say, quickly grab your phone off the counter and rush to the living room. “Kiss him again, sweetie”, you tell her and kneel down in position to snap the shot. Joanie kisses Cardboard Ben and smiles up at you, like she is really proud of herself.

“Oh, this is so going on Instagram”, you mumble to yourself as you open the app, upload the picture and post it with the caption, “So this happened. Jealous @joe_mazzello?”.

You put the phone away and sit down next to your daughter. Together you start playing with her dolls, not thinking too much about the post anymore.

About 20 minutes later, your phone starts buzzing like crazy. As you pick it up, you already have over ten thousand likes, as a lot of BoRhep fans are following you because of Joe.

Right at the top of the comment section, you already see that Joe and pretty much all the other cast members have commented on your picture.

joe_mazzello @Y/I/N Jealous? I’m furious! I thought we had more time before we have to give her the talk

benhardy Awww! Can’t wait to collect some Joanie kisses when I visit next time

mrgwilymlee @benahrdy @joe_mazzello @Y/I/N and again, I feel left out! #whyalwaysme

joe_mazzello @benhardy you stay away from my daughter, sir! She is too good for you!! #Ican’twiththisguy

lucyboynton1 She is the sweetest girl I’ve ever seen. Can’t wait to see her again very soon!! Auntie Lucy is coming for, Joanie!

You click on the answer button and type in your responses:

Y/I/N @joe_mazzello you mean the talk about the birds and the cardboards?

Y/I/N @benhardy you’re welcome anytime! Joanie misses her godfather!

Y/I/N @mrgwilymlee you can give her a Cardboard You for her next birthday #easygift

Y/I/N @lucyboynton1 she misses you too, auntie Lucy. Can’t wait to see you again

joe_mazzello @Y/I/N I think I have to read up on this stuff before we talk to her #notsureaboutthecardboard

benhardy @joe_mazzello read up on? Sounds like a miracle we even got a Joanie, mate! #birdsandbeesandcardboardben

joe_mazzello @Y/I/N missing you guys like crazy!!! #mygirls #loveofmylife #notcardboardben

Instead of commenting again, you take a boomerang of you and Joanie blowing kisses at the camera, like you showed her yesterday. You post it with the caption “Missing you like crazy @joe_mazzello. Cardboard Ben will be forgotten as soon as you step through that door again! #don’tforgetthegifts

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[benhardyisdaddy]

Unexpected

MASTERLIST 

(hope whoever requested this likes it <3 also ben looks soft and cute in this pic, i cant rn) 

Word Count: 4,326

WARNING: underage drinking, unwanted pregnancy angst

One week before Summer vacation’s over and you’re officially a senior. Eighteen looked good on you and you were so determined to do amazing in school - like always - and earn your way into an Ivy League. It was a huge dream of yours and you wouldn’t let anything get in that way. 

“What do you mean you’re not going to Will’s party tonight? You promised!” 

You were laying on your bed with your phone to your ear. Your best friend Ben is on the other line with a pathetically sad voice. 

“Will’s thrown an end of summer part since we were in second grade! We always go together! You can’t bail on me now!” 

You just sigh as you roll over onto your belly and close your eyes. 

“Ben, it’s just that I want a clear head before we go back. This is the year of y/n, okay? I don’t want anything to ruin this.” 

“So a silly party might ruin your reputation and acceptance into college?” he asks with a dramatic voice. 

You roll your eyes again. 

“This is serious to me, Ben! I’ve worked hard to get where I’m at.” 

“Don’t have to rub it in.” he says softly, causing your heart to break a bit. 

Ben still hasn’t gotten any acceptance letters to colleges he had applied for this Summer and it was bumming him out badly. You could tell. 

“What time do you want to leave?” you ask with a slight smile as you change the topic. 

You can hear Ben slightly gasp and can practically hear the smile on his face. 

“Is that you saying that you’ll go!?” he asks loudly. 

“Yes. I’ll go with you to Will's silly party! Pick me up around eight?”

Ben looks at the clock and realizes that’s only thirty minutes from now. He smiles and nods, even though you can’t see it. 

“Eight it is.” 

***

The idea didn’t seem so bad to you after you got yourself all ready. It was your senior year after all. This would be your last end of Summer party with your friends. You wanted to get dolled up and look nice for the occasion… Or possibly look nice for Aaron - your crush. You know he’ll be there so you mentally thank Ben for making you say yes. 

You’re waiting downstairs in your living when there’s a honk just outside. You know it’s Ben. You say goodbye to your parents as you rush off. Ben’s in the driver's seat with a big goofy grin on his face. You hurry to the car and slide in. 

“You look fancy.” he says in a purr like voice. 

You roll your eyes and lightly blush. 

“For Aaaaaron?” he asks, drawing out his name. 

You reach over and shove his arm playfully, causing him to laugh out loud. 

“What’s wrong with just wanting to look nice, huh!?” 

You both talk about anything and everything as you drive to the party. It’s located out by the docks on the lake like every year. That meant swimming, bonfires and god knows what else. You both finally arrive as he parks the car. You jump out and look around at the swarm of kids that were here. Your knew everyone that was here, but it felt odd seeing them after a year of being absent for Summer. It was nice to see familiar faces. You scan around and spot Aaron and your heart jumps. He’s near a table with all kinds of drinks on them - including alcohol. It was a party after all. 

“Want a drink?” asks Ben as if he’s read your mind.

“Please!” 

He nods and walks away towards the table. You slowly follow behind him with your eyes on Aaron. He’s smiling and laughing with one of his friends as you stare at him with actual heart eyes. You’re closer to the table when Aaron looks over and spots you. He smiles big and waves. It catches you off guard as you stand up straight and awkwardly wave back. He definitely caught you staring. Your face burned as you walk up more. 

“How was your Summer break?” asks Aaron as he walks up and brings you in for a hug. 

You’re frozen as he leans away with that sweet smile still plastered on his face. 

“Oh,” you say fast, realizing you need to speak. “It was awesome! Thanks. How, uh, how was yours?” 

Aaron shrugs and continues smiling as Ben turns from the table and stops as he watches you two. He knows about your feelings towards Aaron and doesn’t want to ruin the moment for you. Ben sips on his drink as he just stands back and observes. 

“Wasn’t too bad actually.” says Aaron. “Missed my science buddy though.” he teases as he talks about you. 

You giggle and move a piece of hair behind your hair - your way too obvious way of flirting. 

“Well, maybe we’ll have that class again this yea-” 

Before you can finish, Clara, the popular girl in school, walks up and wraps her arms around Aaron’s waist all while leaning up and kissing him. Your smile falls fast as you watch their intimate moment. You look away and feel your heart break. Ben watches you as he lowers the cup, his heart breaking for you as well. You’re looking around awkwardly as you rub your arm. Aaron and Clara look to you as her face falls. 

“Can we help you?” she asks rudely. 

Aaron speaks up in defense. 

“No, babe, I was talking to y/n about how I missed my science buddy. She use to let me copy her stuff all the time.” he laughs out. 

Oh, you think to yourself. That’s why you missed me. 

“Hey, y/n!” calls out Ben to rescue you. 

He walks up and you watch as Clara eyes him up and down, a smile on her face. He doesn’t pay her any attention as he’s only focused on you. 

“Here’s your drink. Let’s go by the fire.” he says quickly before grabbing your hand and leading you away. 

You follow him without a fight. You were thankful for the save. The two of you walk until you spot a giant log sitting by the huge campfire. You sit down and down your drink in an instant. Ben gets back up and steals a bottle of liquor for you two to share. You’re staring at the fire as your head starts buzzing. 

“Thank you.” you say quietly. 

Ben knows what you’re referring to. He reaches over and wraps an arm around your shoulder as he pulls you close to him. He kisses your head and rests his on it for a moment. 

“Anytime.” he says back, causing you to smile. 

You lean away to drink some more. You’re staring over at Aaron and watching as him and Clara hang all over each other. They look so happy and it made you sick. 

“Why would he want her?” you ask. “She’s the rudest human I’ve ever met.” 

“Agreed.” says Ben with a mouth full of booze. 

You just shake your head and down another drink. It was starting to mess with your head and you were actually kind of happy. You needed to let loose for a bit. Let go of all of your stress before the actual stress even begins. 

“Wanna dance?” asks Ben randomly as he watches a big group of kids dancing like crazy on a gravely patch to the right of you. 

You watch them for a moment before smiling and standing up. You wobble for a moment, but catch yourself. 

“After you,” you say to him. 

The two of you hurry up and begin dancing like crazy. Ben’s holding your hand and twirls you around as you laugh. He does some silly dance moves that make you cry from laughter. When the song’s over, you both return back to your seat. But as you sit down, you both miss the log at the same time and land on your butts. You’re drunk as you both lean against one another and laugh hard. You continue to sit on the ground as you sip on your drink some more. 

“I’m really drunk.” you confess to Ben. 

He laughs and nods. 

“Me too.” 

You look back over to Aaron and frown. 

“She’s so lucky.” you say. “I bet he’s so good in bed.” 

Ben chokes on his drink as he coughs, making you look at him fast. 

“What!?” you ask.

“Innocent y/n talking about a guy in bed. I’m surprised.” 

You roll your eyes at him. 

“I’m not as innocent as you think, Ben.” 

He raises a brow to you. 

“Oh really? Do you even know what a sex is?” 

“A sex!?” you ask as you laugh hard. 

“Yes! A sex!” he laughs out. 

“For your information,” you slur. “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me. Especially me with sex.” 

Ben’s actually shocked by that. His face falls and his mouth closes. 

“You’ve…?” he asks. 

You nod proudly. 

“Of course I have. Have you…?” 

“Yeah, of course.” he laughs. “Just a bit shocked by yours.” 

You look back to Aaron and frown once more. 

“I just bet he’s so good.” 

“Jesus, y/n. There’s other men out there that are decent at sex ya know. I bet he’s shit.” 

“Oh really?” you ask. “Are you good in bed, Benjamin?” 

“Actually,” he says smugly. “I’m quite freaking fantastic.” 

You’re taken aback by his bluntness. 

“Oh…” is all you can say. 

“That’s what you need though,” he says taking a swig. “A good shag. You’ve probably been deprived all Summer.” 

Honestly, he was right. You’ve been so focused on school and your studies this Summer that you failed to do anything remotely fun. 

“But, you know, I didn’t have any all Summer either. So, ya know, it’s just an idea… Maybe,” 

You lean away and raise a brow at him with a somewhat twisted face.

“Ben, are you trying to say what I think you’re saying?” you ask a bit loud. 

He just looks around and then back at you.

“...Maybe…” 

***

Ben slowly moved his car down the dirt road that it was parked on. The car was far away from anybody as you straddled his lap in the back seat. Your lips were pressed together in a hot and messy kiss. His hands roamed your body as you grind into him. 

“Just to be clear,” you say pulling away. “I don’t like you like this, okay?” 

“Ditto.” he says fast, trying to go back to kissing you. 

“We’re just doing this because we’re super drunk and turned on. And because I have angry sexual frustrations over Aaron that I need to release. Got it?”

“Got it, but if you say his name again, I’m gonna have to leave.” 

You both laugh as you shake your head and resume your kissing. The car windows were fogged up and you were so happy that no one was able to look inside and see what the two of you were doing. 

***

2 Weeks Later 

School had started back up and you were thrilled about how well you were already doing. You and Ben had practically every class together, besides first hour. Last year, you had none, so you were happy. It was time for lunch as you both made your way to the cafeteria. Surprisingly, you weren’t hungry. You opted for a drink instead and sat next to Ben as you both talked about anything and everything, but today Ben decided to bring up another topic. 

“We never really spoke about what happened that night…” he lingers. 

Your eyes go wide as you look around fast, hoping no one could hear you. 

“Ben!” you scold. “What is there to talk about? We were drunk and just bored.” 

“I know, but I didn’t want this to be weird or anything.” 

“Nothing’s weird.” you smile. “You’re still my best friend and that’s all.” 

That relieved Ben as you both enjoy your lunch break with laughter about what had happened that day so far. 

***

2 Weeks Later 

You had woken up that Tuesday morning with horrible nausea. You weren’t running a fever, but you felt like you had the flu. You were constantly in the bathroom as you released everything you ate the day before. You felt horrible. Your mom decided that you needed to go get checked out at the hospital and she’d go with you. 

It felt like forever in the waiting room before your name was called. You were taken back to a room where you had to get dressed in a hospital gown. After checking you and drawing blood, your doctor was there. 

“Heard we’re not feeling good today.” she says sweetly as she checks your chart. 

“Yeah, I’ve had the worst nausea ever. It just keeps hitting out of the blue.” 

She’s quiet as she studies the paper and then speaks. 

“Tell me, y/n, when was your last period?”��

You sit there and think for a moment before your heart jumps. 

“I, uh,” you look to your mom as she watches you closely, a confused look on her face when you linger. “I guess I’m sort of late for it.” you say quietly. 

Your mother swallows hard and leans back in her chair. The doctor looks to you and then to her. 

“Mrs. y/l/n, do you mind if I speak to y/n alone real quick. She’s considered an adult now and I just need to ask her a few more questions by herself.” she says with a smile. 

Your mom nods and looks to you with a half sad smile. She reaches over and grabs your hand for a moment before standing up and exiting the room. Once she’s gone, the doctor turns to face you. 

“Alright, mom’s gone so now I can ask you some questions. Are you sexually active?” she asks. 

You shake your head no fast but then stop. You remember Ben instantly and your stomach twisted. 

“No… Well, once, but…” you trail off. 

The doctor just watches you as she nods and stands up.

“We’re gonna take another sample of blood real fast and I’ll go tell mom that she can come back in.” 

All you can do is nod as she leaves the room. What was happening!? They can’t actually think that you might be pregnant… Right? Your mother comes back in and says nothing as she sits down and stares at the floor. A nurse walks in and hurries to draw some more of your blood. You’re told that it’ll take a bit for them to get the results… And they did. 

And you were pregnant. 

***

You’re sat in the passenger side as your mother drives back home. You’ve just been told you were going to have a baby and it felt like a bad dream. You stared out the window until she finally speaks up. 

“I tell you the same thing over and over, y/n, always wear protection! I was your age once, I know what it’s like to have urges. I don’t care what you do, I just needed you to do that one thing and you didn’t.” 

Tears well up in your eyes as you look over and watch her speak. She doesn’t look angry, she doesn’t even sound angry. Just disappointed, which was somehow worse. 

“I was seventeen when I had you,” she says finally looking over at you. “Was I too young? Yes. Do I regret it at all? Absolutely not. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, it’s just… It’s just that I didn’t want you to miss out on things like I did.” 

“I don’t have to.” you barely whisper.

Your mother looks over and she understands what you’re referring to. She looks back to the road and nods. 

“I think that’s something you should probably talk to the father about. Speaking of the father… Do I even want to know who it is, because when you’re father finds out…” she lingers off as she sighs about the moment you have to tell your father. 

You take in a deep breath and look down at your hands. 

“Ben.” you barely whisper. 

Your mom’s head flies to look at you, her eyes wide. 

“I’m sorry, who?” she asks. 

“Ben…” you say once more. 

“Ben?! Your best friend Ben!? The same Ben that you use to take bubble baths with when you were two!?” 

All you can do is nod. Your mother looks back to the road and just shrugs. 

“In an odd way I’m actually a bit relieved that it wasn’t that Anthony kid from your school.” 

“Aaron, mom.” you correct her. 

She rolls her eyes at his name. 

“His name can be whatever - doesn’t make him less of an idiot.” 

That comment makes both of you laugh and some stress falls off your shoulders. But she’s right… You need to tell Ben. 

***

“Ya know, being asked to meet in the park after dinner really makes me think you’re going to murder me.” teases Ben as he jogs up to you. 

You’re sat on a swing as you gently go back and forth. You didn’t laugh at his dumb joke which made him a bit worried. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks as he sits on the swing beside you. 

You can’t look him in the eyes as you stare down at your feet. 

“I went to the hospital today.” you say quietly. 

“Shit, are you okay!?” he asks worried.

 “I’m… I’m fine.” you tell him. “I just found out something that I need to tell you and I don’t want you to get angry at me for it. Okay?”

You finally look to him and your eyes are watery. He was beyond worried. 

“Okay.” he whispers. 

You take in a deep breath and close your eyes. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

You open them to watch as Ben’s face goes pale. He’s staring at you as you wave your hand in front of his face. 

“Ben?” you ask, causing him to come back to reality. 

“Is it mine?” he asks fast. 

You’re offended by that questions as your face twists up and you stand fast. 

“Yeah, Ben, because I sleep with so many people!” you shout as you begin walking away fast. 

He jumps up from the swing and yells out to you before gently grabbing your arm to stop you. 

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. I’m sorry! I’m just… I’m just trying to process all of this, okay? I wasn’t expecting that. At all. I don’t even know what to say.” 

You realize that he was still in shock as you look down and nod your head. You wrap your arms around yourself as he watches you. 

“I - we - can’t raise a baby right now. I have college to look forward to. I wanted to talk to you about adoption and-” 

“Adoption?” he asks confused. 

“Yeah? I can’t give up my dreams because of one dumb mistake we made, Ben.” 

Ben sarcastically laughs as he takes a step backwards. 

“Your dreams? You see, yn, that’s so typical of you to always be thinking of yourself.” 

You’re taken aback by his harsh statement as your eyes narrow. 

“Thinking of myself?! Ben, this is Ivy League we’re talking about! You can go to a community college whenever you want, but mine’s a big deal!” 

You knew that was a mistake to say whenever the words slipped from your mouth. Ben laughs and raises his eyebrows as you close your eyes and sigh. 

“I’m sorry, Ben. That’s not what I meant, okay? I’m sorry.” 

“No, it’s fine. I’m gonna go and not get in your way of whatever it is you want. As long as you reach the top, right? Because my opinion on this doesn’t matter.” 

He turns around and begins walking away as you shout out for him to stop, but he doesn’t. That didn’t go as you planned. 

***

3 Months Pregnant 

“Ben, I have my first ultrasound appointment today and I really want you to be there. I know we’ve been distant lately, but I could really use you there by my side. Please?” 

You hang up the phone as your mom walks into the living room with your coat. 

“Didn’t answer?” she asks sadly. 

You just shake your head as you wipe away a tear and stand up to leave. You were nervous for your appointment. The drive wasn’t long until you get there. You’re taken back to a room and lay down on a bed. You lift your shirt up and expose your slightly swollen belly. Your mom smiles at the sight as you look around at all of the odd machinery in the room. There’s a knock at the door and in walks your doctor. 

“Ready to see your baby?” she asks sweetly as she sits down on a small chair in front of a screen. 

As she’s rubbing a weird green jelly on your stomach, there’s a loud knock at the door. You all look to it as it opens up and in walks Ben. He looks out of breath as he just awkwardly smiles and looks to you. You’re shocked to see him as you grin and sit up slightly. 

“You came.” you whisper. 

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” he replies. 

He walks over and greets your mom with a hug as he places a chair near you and sits. The two of you sadly smile at one another and by the look in his eyes, he’s telling you that he’s sorry. You hold out your hand for him to take, symbolizing that you were too. He takes it as the two of you watch the tiny screen light up.

“There it is.” says the nurse showing you the tiny face. 

Your heart swells as you quietly cry to yourself. You look over and watch as Ben’s eyes are blood red and he’s crying too, along with your mom. 

“It’s so tiny.” you whisper, looking back to the screen. 

“I can’t believe that’s our baby.” whispers Ben, a sweet smile on his face. 

The way he was looking at it made something in your head start turning. It made your heart swell up and something felt different. 

***

6 Months Pregnant 

“Is it odd to have a baby shower when we’re giving her up for adoption?” asks Ben a bit sad as he places pink plates on a table. 

Your mom looks over to you and gives you a knowing smile as you look back to Ben. 

“Ben,” you start as he looks over to you. “I’ve been thinking about things a lot lately. College will always be there for me when I’m ready to go, but this,” you say as you place your hands on your bump. “This whole parent thing seems much more rewarding than that, so…” you linger, causing Ben to understand what you’re trying to say. 

He steps towards you fast with his eyes wide and a serious look on his face. 

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying!?” he asks fast. 

All you can do is bite your lip and nod. Ben’s face broke into a huge grin as he reaches forward and hugs you. 

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” he whispers against you. 

You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. 

“Me too.” you whisper back.

***

9 Months Pregnant

“Breathe, it’s okay. You’re doing so great. Just breathe.” 

You’re in a hospital bed as contractions hit you hard. Your water had broken while Ben was moving some of his stuff into your room for the arrival of the baby. It was a week early and you weren’t expecting it. Ben and your mom were in the room with you as he held your hand and allowed you to squeeze it as hard as you want. 

“You’re doing so good.” he whispers as he rubs your back with his free hand. 

“I don’t want her to think she was a mistake!” you yell out randomly, causing your mom and Ben to look at each other confused. 

“Why would she think that?” he asks. 

“Because her parents aren’t even in love! We’re two best friends having a baby and I don’t want her to hate us for that! I don’t want it to feel like a broken home!” 

Ben laughs softly as he feels bad for you thinking that. 

“Hey, no! It’s not like we’ve gotten a divorce or broke up. There’s not going to be any split holidays or separate birthday parties, okay? She’s being born into a family that loves her more than she’ll ever know. Understand? Yeah, we’re not the typical ‘fall in love and have a baby’ scenario, but we do love each other and she’ll always see that.” 

You’re looking up to Ben as you cry hard at what he’s saying. You nod your head and feel a million times better already. 

“Thank you for that.” you whisper just before another contraction hits. 

Your rooms door opens up and in walks the doctor as she puts on some gloves. 

“Alright, who’s ready to have a baby?” 

***

1 Hour Later 

You’re laying in the bed with Ben at your side. Your mom had ran out to grab some food as you both admire your beautiful baby girl. 

“She has your eyes.” you tell him. 

“Well she has your lips.” he says with a smile. 

“I can’t believe we created something this beautiful.” you whisper as she begins squirming around and makes the sweetest little noise. 

You both scrunch your faces and ‘awww’ at it. You look over to Ben and smile. 

“I’m glad she’s ours.” you admit. “This is a way better feeling than receiving an acceptance letter.” 

Ben laughs softly as he kisses your head. 

“I can agree with you on that.” 

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Could my request be a flipped version where Clara does not take to being a big sister well at all. She wants nothing to do with Ben’s belly or baby shopping or preparing his room. She becomes extra clingy specifically towards Ben, sensing the change that’s coming as they get closer to d-day. And then when the baby does arrive and she meets him in the hospital, she clings to Joe, cries when they put her near the baby and it’s an absolute shit show when they first bring him home?

Okay! First, let it be known that this is not at all how Clara is. She loves each of her siblings so much! Also, I apologize if this isn’t exactly what you requested, however, my own sister tried to sell me at a yard sale when I was little and your request made me think of that. Also, what Ben and Joe tell Clara is exactly what I told my nephew to make him excited about having a baby sister. We hope you enjoy! 

Joe sighed heavily as he dropped the final box, kicking it over into the corner so the pile was nice and neat. He and Ben had been talking about cleaning out the apartment for a while now, getting rid of some things they no longer wanted or needed and finding space for the things they did want to keep. 

It had taken all afternoon, but they were pleased with the space they had made up, which was ideal in a place that, while spacious, was taken up by two grown men, a toddler, and an infant and all the things they had collected over the past four years. 

Ben approached from behind him, dropping down one of the boxes he had put together. It had been three months since JJ was born, though you could hardly tell with the way he looked and acted. Ben was a superman in his own way and while sometimes it ticked Joe off with how much his husband overdid, it amazed him all the same. 

“So. Did we decided on Good Will, Big Brothers Big Sisters, or that Church down the road?” Joe asked curiously.

“Salvation Army is a no-go right?” 

“From what Google said they’re pretty homophobic, so they don’t deserve our junk.” 

“Ah yes, and we must always trust Google.” 

Joe rolled his eyes at Ben’s cheeky remark, looking over their two corners. They had a long talk over what they did, in fact, want to keep. It seemed silly to have all the clothes from when Clara was a baby, especially since their second child was born a male and far larger than their first born. They kept a few things for sentimental reasons but agreed to donate anything that wasn’t stained beyond repair. 

Ben had given up a few things from his own closet though Joe had to fight the urge to get up on Poshmark and sell that shit outright. The fucker was giving away prime Calvin Klein merch; at this point, it was better to give it to an auction than to just some donation place. 

Joe didn’t have much to keep since he was more apt to throw away anything he didn’t have sentimental value towards. Anything he really treasured, like set pieces he had kept over the years, were kept at his mother's house anyway. 

“How about that thrift shop down the lane? They seem to get a fun crowd.” 

“I think your definition of fun is a tad bit different than mine,” Joe laughed, both men turning when they heard the gentle sounds of dramatic groaning. Behind them, Clara was struggling to drag their three-month-old son across the hardwood floor. 

JJ was laid out on a blanket, wide-eyed and unaware of the wild ride his sister was taking him on. 

“Clara, love. What are you doing with JJ?” Ben asked cautiously. 

“He go . . . bye-bye pile!” Clara muttered as she pulled her baby brother into the pile of things they’d be getting rid of. 

Both men exchanged a harsh look. It had been an ongoing thing with their oldest child. From the moment they told Clara she was going to be a big sister, she had been against it. She refused to speak to Ben’s stomach and even once shove him away when he got too close. She hated that her Papa was being taken over by another baby and even got strangely possessive of Joe in the past few weeks. 

She refused to look at JJ when they went to the hospital to greet him and wouldn’t help with feedings or anything of the sort. Ben was worried, especially since he was the exact opposite when his sister was born, but Joe knew it would be fine. 

He had acted the same when his siblings were born. The childish jealousy that you experience is rough, but he grew out of it and so will Clara. 

Walking over, Ben scooped the infant up from the blanket, receiving a high pitched screech from their daughter. “NO! Papa put baby down! Baby go bye-bye!” 

“Your brother isn’t going anywhere, Clara,” Ben told her sternly. 

“You said what we don’t want goes in bye-bye pile! I don’t want baby so baby goes in pile!” She answered him, her little accent making the sentence far more adorable than it should be. 

“We said toys and clothes, Clara. Not your brother.” 

The small girl, who looked as pretty as a picture in her summer dress and auburn ringlets, stomped onto the ground, giving Ben the dirtiest of looks. Joe came forward then, taking the girl into his arms and setting her down onto his lap on the couch. 

“All right, kid. Let’s have a chat, okay?” Joe suggested gently. “We know having the baby around is a big adjustment, but you’re not a baby anymore, remember? You’re a big girl? You don’t need floaties anymore, right? And you can push the buttons in the elevator all by yourself? JJ can’t do any of that because he’s just a baby.” 

“Hate babies!” Clara grumbled, curling into her father’s chest.

“You don’t mean that,” Joe insisted, kissing her head. “Look, you have a lot of responsibilities now. And remember all those things Papa and I promised you? Like that shiny new bike, you saw in the store? How can we buy you a big girl bike if you’re not acting like a big girl?”

“Sell baby. Make lots of moneys.” Clara muttered to herself. 

“Clara Josephine,” Joe replied back, using his own stern tone this time around. 

“Fine! Make lots of pounds.” 

“Stop teaching her currency!” Joe snapped to his husband, who was standing in the corner, rocking their infant. “Clara we’re not selling JJ or getting rid of him. I’m sorry, but he’s here to stay.” 

“Think of all the fun you’ll have together!” Ben suggested joyfully. “When he gets older, you’ll be able to teach him so many things! Like how to get the cookie jar down off the counter. Or how to pick up after Frankie.” 

“You’ll have someone to go trick-or-treating with. A buddy to dress up with.” 

“And look at it this way -- he won’t be able to eat candy for at least three more years. Who will eat all that leftover goodness?” 

“Daddy?” Clara suggested with a pout. 

“No, silly!”

“Papa!”

“Papa doesn’t like candy, sweetie.”

“Uncle Rami?” 

“You, Clara,” Joe replied. “You get to eat all his candy until he gets big enough to have it.” 

Clara thought for a long moment; her small mind working out the invisible numbers in her head. “All the candy?” 

Joe and Ben bobbed their heads. It wasn’t an ideal offering but it was good enough if it meant her not throwing to throw her baby brother out. 

Clara let out a heavy sigh, giving up on her dark intentions. “Fine. He can stay.” She mumbled. “But he can’t have Frankie!” She jumped up then, spotting the dog walking past. She wrapped her arms around his middle, groaning as she tried to lift him up. 

“Clar...Clara, stop. Just let Frankie walk to your room.” Joe muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as the sound of the toddler and dog feet running off to the next room. “I need a drink.” He admitted in defeat. 

“I know, buddy. What a strange family we have,” Ben replied, getting a gummy smile from the small boy, who didn’t know a single thing. “Certainly will be a funny story to tell when they get older.”

“Oh shut up!” 

#rockabye #hardzello #Anonymous #hardzzello #hardzello parents #parents!Hardzello #Dad!JoeMazzello #Dad!BenHardy

[heybenhardy]

Ben Hardy x Reader

NSFW - Your child walking in on you in the moment

Warning - SMUT / FLUFF / dad!ben

“She’s fast asleep darling” Ben told you, sliding under the covers and kissing your cheek

Ben’s hands venture round your waist and down to your butt where he squeezes it causing you to moan into his neck

“Ben” You whimper as you feel is length press against your thigh

“Tell me you want me, y/n” Ben bites his lip

“I want you to fuck me so hard baby”

Ben flips you onto your back and wiggles his boxers down his legs

As he’s leaning over your body you lower your hands to jerk his hard cock off

“Uhhh.. fuck. Baby you’re so pretty” he moans

Ben takes your hands and shoves them above your head where he keeps you unable to move with his hand wrapped tightly around both your wrists

With his other hands he guides his cock and slides it back and forth down your clit making you whimper

“You want me?” Ben asks laughing while doing his typical lip bite

“I want you to fill me up and feel you empty your load inside me”

Ben is weak to the thought of him possibly getting you pregnant again, after the first baby he developed a breading kink

With a last tease of him rubbing your clit, he lines up with your entrance and slowly fills you up perfectly

Both moaning in unison as pleasure hits the both of you

Ben starts picking up the pace and the room is filled with light moans, your skin slapping and Ben’s occasional dirty talk

“Uhhh.. fuck. You’re so.. tight baby” he tells you leaving sloppy kisses on your neck

“Mama?”

...

Ben falls on his back and his face is coated with a bright red hue

“Mama” your 3 year old daughter says pulling herself up onto your bed

“What’s up baby?” You ask, trying to shake off the shock and mix of anti climax of being interrupted

“Noises woke me up mama... were you a dada fighting?” He asked rubbing her eyes and holding her cuddly toy

Ben bursts out with laughter

Such a dick he is, leaving you to explain to your baby as he laughs and you give him a shove

You knew how to get him back... “Ask daddy, baby girl”

Ben shot up from laying down and now his smug arrogance disappeared...

“Dada? What were you doing?” She asked more sweetly than ever, crawling across you to rest on his chest

“We weren’t arguing baby... we were... we were just having a cuddle” he tells her

You sit there watching Ben struggle to piece his lie together

“Why was mama crying?” She asked him

Ben continues to blush and hides a laugh.. “um... mama was laughing, but hey! It’s way past your bed time my little angel, come on dada will put you back to bed” Ben says

He wiggles into his boxers under the sheets and then once out of the bed he pickes your daughter off the bed and carries her on his side

“Night baby” you call to your daughter

“Night mama” she calls back as you see her peering over the top of bens shoulder which she was cuddling into

You sit up in bed waiting for Ben to return and watch tv

His blonde messy hair peers round the door... “come on Mrs Jones... let’s get back to that cuddle” he says lip biting and palming his growing erection through his boxers.......

#ben hardy #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #gwilymlee #joe mazzello #benhardy #ben hardy smut #ben hardy fluff #dad!ben

[itsjoemozzarella]

So Joe’s really just gunna snatch my wig like that huh??

#joe mazzello #dad #hot #bohemian rhapsody #queen #john deacon #benhardy #ben cardy #cardy b #roger taylor #brian may #freddie mercury #gwylim lee #rami malk

[warrentrash]

Aussie Angel (benhardy!warren)

modern!warren worthington iii x reader

summary: modern!warren goes with you back to australia for christmas and gets a full aussie experience, one that he'll never forget

a/n: so it's dec 4th here and im so fucking hyped for christmas, anywho please enjoy this 3am mess

warnings: swearing, also you got a fake family in these lmao, a lot of dialogue and i apologize for that

the '+' is always a change of scene

~

Warren stepped out of the small boxed aeroplane, squinting and using his hand to block out the sun.

"What the bloody hell is this?" He asked out loud as he reached the last step of the plane, his suitcase dragging behind him loudly. He didn't know what to do, only stare directly up at the sun that seemed to be a thousand times hotter than what he was used to.

You rolled your eyes and gently nudged him with your shoulder, "stop staring you'll ruin your eyes." You thanked the pilot and grabbed Warrens hand, the both of you walking into the nice cool airport together.

Warren and you had been dating for a few years, and every Christmas you planned to go home for the holidays your plans were put on hold by something.

Every single time without a doubt.

You had lived at the mansion since you were 16, and you hadn't seen your family since. Five years later you were finally back on Australian soil. And you brought Warren with you, not that he had a choice. You weren't leaving him alone on Christmas, not again. You noticed in the years of knowing him, Warren goes weird around Christmas time. It might be because he doesn't have any family to celebrate it with, but you never really questioned him about it. You were sure he had his reasons.

"You excited to meet my parents?" You asked him as you strolled through the airport.

You would think that a mutant with giant wings, walking through an airport would turn heads. But thankfully it was the 21st century and no one really gave a shit. They had seen it all before.

Warren gave you a side glance, "yeah I guess. I- I don't know.."

"Look, baby. They're gonna' love you." You stop walking and turn to him properly. "If you really don't want to do this we can catch the next flight back?"

A small smile took over Warrens face as you looked at him with concern.

He tugged on your hand as he continued walking. You lead the way out of the airport to the pick up area where you knew to look for your mother, but the thing was, she found you first.

You didn't even see the little woman running at you, and it left you wondering why Warren stepped back, that was until your mother was wrapping her arms around you tightly.

"Mama!" You gasped loudly before wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

You never knew you could miss someone so much.

The both of you jumped up and down, hugging each other tightly. You must have looked like a bunch of lunatics. After a few more moments of hugging, your mum pulled away and kissed your cheek before looking at Warren.

"And you must be Warren!" She cried out and latched onto him just as tightly as she did with you. Warren didn't know how to react so he went with one arm around her back.

"Ooh wings!" She laughed and patted his cheek softly upon seeing them as she finally let go of him. Warren looked at you in disbelief, he wasn't expecting her to be this inviting of him. As your mum rushed to grab your bags and put them in the back of the car, Warren grabbed your hand.

"I'm sorry for hesitating back there." He spoke softly.

You grinned at him and barely got a small peck in before your mother was grabbing both your's and Warren's free hands. "Let's go! Let's go!" She cheered and pulled you both to the car.

Warren looked at the size of the car and then at you with a painful expression.

"It's only for thirty minutes, baby. How bad could it be?"

The answer to that was, very bad. You're mother yacked your ear's off the whole time, barely taking a breath in between sentences. Warren was basically sitting in the boot by the time you made it into your street and you were stuck in the front seat with your bags by your feet and some on your lap. Yet Warren still wore a small smile as he watched all the scenery go past, and he almost broke his neck tryna' look an old couples dog as they stood at the crossing.

"We're here!" Your mother cheered as the gates slid open and you drove into the yard of your childhood home that had Christmas lights hanging from every window and drainpipe.

It had changed a lot since you had last seen it. Last time you were here the gates weren't there, now there's six foot bamboo fences with a bloody electric gate and palm trees surrounding your house. You guess your parents really wanted their privacy.

Your mother and yourself got out, and whilst your mother grabbed your bags, you helped Warren out of the car.

"Y/N!"

Spinning around, you spotted your father making his way out of the house in a rush to greet you.

"Dad!" You jumped on him when he reached you. He spun you around a few times before planting a kiss on the top of your head.

He placed you down and smiled widely, "I missed you kiddo. Ah, this must be Warren? Bring it in son." You watched as your dad hugged Warren, who wore a surprised expression.

When they pulled away from each other your dad took the suitcases from your mum and told everyone to follow him inside.

You turn to Warren and grab his hand, "what do you think so far?"

He smiled and looked around before looking down back at you. "Not what I expected. But, I will admit, your parents are pretty cool."

"Cool?" You questioned with a quirk of your eyebrow.

"Yeah, cool. And they have an ever cooler daughter," he winked a you and leaned in closer.

"Oh that is so lame!" You laughed and threw your head back.

Warren laughed a bit as he placed his hands on your waist. He could honestly listen to your laugh for the rest of eternity, because it always took him by surprise. It would change every single day, and he never knew what he was gonna' get.

"Are you two love birds coming?" Your mum called from the porch. You looked at her before looking back at Warren and grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the house.

As you entered in through the front door, you realised that absolutely nothing changed. Well there was new pictures hanging up but that was about it really.

"Is that a beach?" Warren asked as he looked at the end of the hall and through the large glass doors that led to your backyard.

"Pretty cool huh?" You teased him. He grinned and continued following you down the hall and into the kitchen/ lounge room/ dinning room, making sure his wings were tucked in tightly.

"Well the kids get home from school in a few hours, it's their last day today. But how about you show Warren around the house? You two can stay in your old room. Then come back down here and tell us everything!" Your mum smiled at you and kissed your cheek before doing the same to Warren.

You could tell he wasn't used to people being this affectionate towards him.

"And are we making the tree later?" You asked your mum as you leaned over the counter and stole a few grapes from the bowl.

"Making?" Warren asked in confusion, quickly and quietly thanking you as you put a few grapes into his palm. He was beyond hungry and he knew you could tell.

Your dad chuckled, "pine tree's are hard to come by around these area's so we have plastic ones."

Warren was clearly confused but he nodded anyways. It was going to take him a bit more than a few days to get used to the Australian ways.

+

The reunion with your siblings was more emotional than you intended it to be. And the fact that you had to go through it four times drained you completely.

But introducing them to Warren was the fun part, they had never seen a mutant with such distinct features before.

"So you can fly? How fast? No, wait! How high?" George was getting worked up quickly and all you could do was laugh. George was always interested in that sort of stuff. Speed, velocity, ya' know, science stuff.

He was 13 now, and still wore ridiculously thick glasses except now his hair was in short ringlets instead of one big fluff ball. He inherited the blindness from your mother. You once got stuck on the phone with him for two hours as he told you all about his school assessment on biodegradable plastics.

The youngest of your siblings was Natasha, she was only 8 and was one of the biggest drama queens you knew. And that included Jubilee.

"If you can fly, why did you get a plane here?" Natasha asked Warren.

He wasn't sure how to answer, "uh, luggage, I suppose?" he sounded highly unsure of himself but Natasha bought it.

The last pf your siblings were Amy and William. Amy was 17 and William was 16. They were almost inseparable. You knew William would get along with Warren well because they were both hot heads.

And Amy was very much a straight A student. A Hermione Granger if you will. Always on task, carries a bottle of Detol in case of an emergency, and knows about six different languages.

You knew she was unsure of Warren, but you didn't say anything.

"So Warren, what's your family like?" Your mum questioned politely.

The whole lot of you were sitting around the lounge room, the TV on some music channel, while you all enjoyed some snacks and drinks.

"I, uh, honestly couldn't tell you Mrs. L/N." Warren spoke.

"Oh well, what's it like living with Y/N then?" Your dad questioned. Warren glanced at you with a small smirk and you felt your face burn as you kicked him with your foot.

It didn't go unnoticed by anyone. "It's good, yeah." He knew that's all he should say because if he said anything else you would have strangled him with his own hands.

"And so I hear you go on missions a lot? What's that like?" Your father asked him.

He opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted him, "I'll answer this one. The missions are good, dad. Nothing for you to worry over. We all have each other's backs." You reassured him.

Warren nodded, “it’s true Sir, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her." And it was the honest to God truth.

You were glad that Warren was getting used to your family. The real Warren was starting to show now, both a blessing and a curse.

As your mum got up and announced that she was ordering a pizza, Warren leaned back into you and you automatically started running your fingers through his hair. It was one of Warrens coping mechanisms to help him relax. You knew he was beyond tired, and getting irritated. The both of you were incredibly tired actually, but Warren gets real snappy and it never ends well for anyone.

"Tomorrow we're gonna' take the boogie-boards down the beach. Surf’s supposedly pretty good." Amy muttered from her spot under the tree where she was untangling Christmas lights and tinsel.

Warren raised an eyebrow, “boogie boards? What are those?”

Natasha laughed and called him stupid before going back to fiddling with her doll. Warren looked at you for help and an explanation as to what a boogie-board was

“A boogie-board, you know a small foam board for body surfing.” You explained with a small smile. He was still a little confused but he let you go back to playing with his hair instead of him craning his neck to look at you.

Warren differently didn’t expect your family to be like this, so, so relaxed. He figured they would all be, well, bogans really and really rowdy. Now don’t get him wrong, rowdy people are his kind of people, but there’s was something pleasant about relaxing quietly with everyone. He was glad he agreed to go with you this Christmas. 

In the end, Warren had fallen asleep with his head in your lap, Amy had given up with the lights so Natasha took over and William and George were playing the Xbox. You and Amy were on the couch poking fun at the boys for God knows how long.

“Oh come on! You drive like my Nana!” Amy yelled at George who almost crashed his car. You laughed a little and shook your head glancing down at Warren who was completely dead to the world. He really was beautiful. 

Your mum and dad watched you all from the kitchen with small smiles on their faces. It was almost as if Warren had been here the whole time, and you had never left them, Your mother already felt as if Warren was her own son, and your father was pleased with how Warren treated you.

They could tell this Christmas would be one that none of you would ever forget.

~

omg wow hi i hope yall like these, and uh tag list i guess? of the people who said they’d like to read it idk anywho enjoy!

tag list:

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[presidenteyebrow-22]

I cried. I love this so much. Omg, this man, Queen, the cast and crew, AL wonderful and gorgeous people. I can't think of what the movie would have been like with different actors. Thank you for making my life better, and giving me the confidence to be who I am. Freddie and Jim are looking down on all of them, being the proudest pair of dads anyone could possibly ask for. #borhapmovie #RamiMalek #BrianMay #FreddieMercury #RogerTaylor #JohnDeacon #JoeMazzello #BenHardy #GwilymLee #TheOscars2019

[bohrapbois]

FULL MARKS

Chapter 7

A Joe Centred Chapter! A thing no one requested but I wrote anyway woo!

Description - Ben just so happens to fall head over heels for a Mysterious Man who loves baseball and cracking terrible jokes. Mysterious Man also turns out to be the father of one of Ben’s students.

Warnings - Full blown relationship Hardzello, with plenty of angst, fluff and future smut.

Word Count - 1,442

After tossing and turning most of the night, Joe had been thankful when Beth climbed into his bed and straight into his arms. Although he was feeling like shit and was still shaken up by the whole ordeal, having his daughter with him gave him something to concentrate. The rest of the night consisted of Joe stroking Beths hair over and over, long after she had fallen asleep, and with her steady breathing ghosting his collarbone, Joe managed to get some sleep in as well. 

In the morning, Joe spent extra time cutting his daughter’s toast into dinosaur shapes and using extra jam on the pieces he messed up. Beth didn’t take much time admiring the artistry of her breakfast and managed to scoff them all down in the time in took Joe to pour himself some cereal. 

After breakfast, it took some convincing to get the Mazzello’s off the sofa they had draped themselves on, but Joe needed to do some things today and slowly but surely, the hours were ticking by and escaping him. Closer to mid-day than intended, they locked the front door and made their way into town, hands clasped tightly.

Joe lived close enough to the town centre that he didn’t need to use the car all the time. Their house was bigger than many on the street, had a good yard and plenty of growing space - handed down to Joe from his parents who moved to the town over. The small area Joe called home was good enough for him but he understood it didn’t appeal to everyone. 

Beth preferred the quiet community anyway - always outside doing something. Her favourite at the moment was making mud pies and prodding Joe until he ‘ate’ it. His lovely colourful flowers had long since been destroyed and dug out in favour of his daughter rampage of mud-pie-cafe. There was a small plastic play house in the corner of the garden, full of spiders and other insects. It had been gifted by a lovely neighbour whose children had long outgrown it, but Beth prefered to be outside in all that means. The amount of times Joe had had to chase a tiny naked Beth around the garden and pull a worm from her hand/ear/mouth.

But right now, with no worm in sight, Beth dragged her feet. She was grouchy from lack of sleep - already so concerned for others - and slightly sticky from residue jam (also known as dino blood). Joe tugged her along for a few more minutes but when she simply stopped walking and dragged her feet under her, Joe gave up, stopping and leaning down, placing his princess on his shoulders as he continued into town. 

Walking into main street with his daughter clinging to his ears, Joe stopped to greet some familiar faces. It wasn’t unusual to find the young Mazzello on her father's shoulders, and a friendly shop owner was even prepared with a lolly for her to suckle on as Joe stopped and nattered about the changing weather to anyone and everyone. 

An hour later, Joe’s bag full of the weeks groceries, he made a familiar turn down a certain street. Beth, now back on her own two legs, squealed and started running towards the big building. Joe had to run after her, grasping his bag to his chest so the lettuce wouldn’t escape. Beth bounded up the stone steps and rushed through the open doors, still squealing. 

Joe finally got inside, only panting slightly as he stopped in the main lobby. Having been here for the last couple of years, Beth hadn’t really known a time before her dad worked at the museum, and although small, she still gave every piece her full attention. 

It doesn’t really change all to often, sometimes a travelling piece comes in for a couple of weeks, but the permanent features still needed to be cared for. Joe ducked behind the reception desk, greeted John as he left his groceries on the floor before following his daughters noises deeper into the museum. 

Hearing some familiar voices, Joe couldn’t stop the smile on his face even before he fully came into the Egyptian area. 

Rami was kneeling next to Beth, both talking a million miles an hour about the one mummy the museum has. They have a tradition to talk to the mummy as if it was a real person and quite often would make up stories about who they were and what they did. This time, sounds like the mummy was called Mary and she was a very pretty dancer. 

“And-and-and she was really good at doing twirls!” Beth demonstrated to her godfather what she was talking about and stumbled her way through a twirl.

“What did you think of Beth’s twirl, Mary?” Rami stared up at the silent mummy before turning to Beth with a grin, “said you were magnificent, darling”. Beth squealed, blushing her way through a curtsy.

Joe hung back, leaning against the large doorway, happily watching his daughter and best friend interact. Truth be told, Rami was an important part of this rag-tag family. He helped Joe through his toughest times and loneliest hours, and when Beth started to ask questions about her Mommy and why she didn’t come over much anymore, Rami would always distract the little girl and leave Joe some alone time. When Rami told him he was dating the cute veterinary nurse from down the road, Joe had been privately anxious - would this new woman pull Rami away from them? Would she not have time for Beth or Joe? Would he be alone again? But the moment he met Lucy, he knew he worried over nothing. She was brilliant, fitting in as if she had always been apart of the group and the three soon became a four. 

He already had his best man suit picked out. He liked to be prepared.

After he broke up the little moment and he, Rami and Beth had wandered through to the little canteen, the events of last night came up again.

“Man, come on,” Rami had his arms wrapped around Beths waist, who was now dosing on his lap after finally giving in to the sleep her body craved, “Lucy has his address”.

“Yeah, but it’s a bit weird to turn up to the house of your daughters teacher just to ‘check up’ on him”. Just so happened that the teacher was hot and he had a crush on him, but that was for a different crisis moment, “and anyway, what would I even say!” Throwing his arms up in the air, Joe leant backwards, plastic chair creaking as it was pushed up on to it’s two back legs.

“Um, maybe something along the lines of ‘Hope your ok and that dick didn’t hurt you too bad’?” 

“Nah, sounds weird,” Joe stretched further, trusting the thin legs more than he probably should.

“Why don’t you just admit you’ve been having wet dreams about him?” Rami shuffled Beth so she snuggled into his chest, freeing up one of his arms and allowing him to drink his room-temperature coke.

Joe spluttered, losing balance and crashing his chair back forward, checks red and eyes wide as he rapidly checked around the very empty room to make sure that the people who weren’t there didn’t hear that. “What the heck man!”

Rami just shrugged.

“No, no, you know what, no, it was a stupid idea anyway and I shouldn’t have even listened to you,” Joe crossed his arms and glared at Rami, ignoring his flaming ears.

“But you did, because you want to go see Mr. Hotty and need an excuse,” Rami took another slurp from his drink as he stared down his best friend. They had known each other for ten years, there was no reason to play coy and pretend not to know each other's mannerisms. Like Joe shifting his eyes just over Rami’s shoulder meant that he was right but Joe didn’t want to admit it.

“Turning up at his house ain’t cool though,” Joe mummered, “‘Oh yeah, hope you don’t mind,’” Joe began in a mocking voice, “‘My bestfriends girlfriend happens to work with your housemate and gave me your address because I think your hot and was wondering if you’d like to go get a drink sometime?’” He finished with a pointed stare and arched an eyebrow.

Rami just shrugged again, “maybe you don’t have to go in so much detail and maybe some small talk before you ask him on a date, but yeah, that’s the right idea”.

Joe just groaned, letting his head fall heavy on the table.

(Did anyone pick up on the tiny, one word cameo in this chapter?)

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