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[babybluebex]

I LOVE your ‘you still remain’ emmet mini series it’s sooooooo good! Don’t know if you’re taking requests but what would happen if on the journey to the island they are attacked by a rogue group and maybe emmett has to save y/n from some near SA ??? Emmett just has such “don’t touch her” protective vibes!!

yes i can! sorry this took so long to write and that it's so short, i hope you like it anyway! tw for attempted sexual assualt (and a little unwanted touching), gun violence

Your steps were quiet on the creaky deck, stepping slowly and carefully. You tried to avoid splinters in your bare feet as you walked, and you looked over your shoulder to ensure that Emmett was still behind you. He sure was, stepping just as carefully as you were, on high alert for monsters, his rifle shouldered easily, as if an extension of his body. He looked hardened and rogue-ish, the apocalypse having aged him and steadied his nerves. It did that to everyone, even you— before that day, you were young, working at the same mechanic's shop that Emmett did. You only worked the front desk while he actually did work on the cars, but you were familiar enough with each other that, after the aliens came down, he took you into his family unit and protected you. And then, after Norah... Your own family had been eliminated on the first day, along with Henry and Adam, and you and Emmett were all that either of you had left.

Suddenly, there was an extra-loud creak from one of the boats anchored at the dock, and your heart seized as Emmett easily trained his rifle at the boat. You stopped your creeping forward, tensed as you awaited the clicking that meant that a monster was imminent, but something far worse awaited you. You froze fully as a man came from the shadows of the boat, and you clocked the dagger he held the instant you saw him. Fear nearly killed you— humans in this world were worse than the monsters— and you took a hazardous step backwards, towards Emmett.

"Hey," Emmett whispered gruffly, trying to stay quiet enough to not bring any monsters to you. "We don't want no trouble."

"I don't either," the man whispered. "What's in your bags?"

"We have food," you said quickly, before Emmett could say anything. You did have food, sure, though not a lot, but surely at least a granola bar would keep the guy from using that dagger on either of you. You slowly began to pull off your backpack in search of said granola bar, but the man waved his knife dismissively.

"Don't want any of that," the man murmured.

"What do you want?" Emmett asked lowly, and the man stepped off the boat and onto the dock, coming too close for comfort. You stepped backwards again, closer to Emmett, and the man quickly lunged before you were sure what had happened. He grabbed you, surprising you and making you drop your bag with a thud, and you kept in your instinctual scream of fear as you felt the cold glint of the knife touch your neck.

You had never seen Emmett look so startled, and he trained the rifle on the man at your side, trying to control his shaking hands. You breathed heavily, trying not to whimper and cry, although tears of fear welled in your eyes, and the man grumbled in your ear. "Pretty little thing," he said, his eyes trained on Emmett as he toyed with you. "Is this your husband?"

You shook your head, digging your fingernails hard into your palms.

"Boyfriend?" the man asked. "You ever fuck him?"

"Leave her alone," Emmett said harshly, maybe a little too loud. The lapping of the waves against the dock and boats and shore provided a little ambient noise that allowed you to speak at almost a normal level (what was normal anymore, though?), but his refusal to shout was harrowing.

"You wanna fuck her?" the man asked. "I bet you think about it, a tasty little thing like this... Can't even see this without thinkin' about what I wanna do."

"Em," you whimpered, finally allowing yourself to make noise. "Help."

Emmett's eyes watched as the knife trailed from your throat down your front, the curved point of it catching on your shirt and ripping it a bit. Your heart skipped a little as the man holding you hostage reached up and pawed at your breasts, feeling them and squeezing them, and you tilted your chin up as you tried to zone out. This wasn't happening. This was a dream. Just a bad dream, and you would wake up at any moment, safe in your little factory basement. Emmett would come to you and cover your mouth to keep you from crying too loud, and he would hold you and rock you until you quit, and everything would be okay.

"Don't you touch her," Emmett said, and the rifle rattled in his hands, shaking with anger. You knew his dilemma; the shot wasn't clear enough for him to take. You were too close to the man, any shot that Emmett took could easily be skewed into you. And you knew that Emmet wouldn't even attempt a shot if there was a chance that he could hurt you. "Get your fucking hands off of her."

"Or what?" the man asked. "I might just take her with me. You aren't using her; I will."

"Em!" you yelped. Panic filled you and you felt screams bubbling in your throat, and Emmett shushed you quickly.

Before you knew what was happening, the sound of the rifle being shot out echoed around the dockside, and the man slumped off of you for just long enough to allow you to fall from his arms and run back to Emmett. You heaved breaths as you collided with his warm body, and he dropped his gun to hold you tightly. You gasped and sobbed into his neck, whining and crying but trying to keep quiet enough to not attract a monster, and Emmett stroked your back. "It's okay, honey," he whispered. "I've got you, baby."

"Em," you whimpered. "Is he dead?"

"Yeah, honey, he's dead," Emmett whispered. "Don't look at him, you don't wanna see it. I've got you, honey, you're safe."

"I-I'm sorry—" you started, but Emmett interrupted you.

"Sorry for what?" he asked. "Some random creep attacked you, you shouldn't be sorry about that. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you good enough to keep him off of you."

"Y-You did everything you could," you whispered. "Fuck, Emmett..."

"I'm right here, honey," he whispered. "But we gotta move quick, something definitely heard that gunshot."

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[gegewrites]

James Wilson- Pretty in Pink(smut)

I got really fucking busy and it’s only getting worse! 💃 SMUT TIME!!!

Requester- @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf (I hope you enjoy sorry for the wait)

7-19-23

Words-3.3k

Kinda edited?

Wilson’s pov-

I closed and locked the front door of the apartment. The smell of garlic and tomato was in the air, telling me that (y/n) cooked. I did come home a bit late, only an hour.  House took my keys, wouldn't give them to me unless I looked at his patient, and then still wouldn't give them back to me. I stole them back and now I'm home, thank god, though I’m expecting him to show up at my door. 

I took off my suit jacket and threw it over the couch, looking into the kitchen as I did so, (y/n) wasn't there, but food was. Then the door to the bedroom opened, the door creaks a bit so it's easy to tell which room.

"Honey?" I asked out loud hearing her steps getting closer.

"You're late." (y/n) said as she enetwred the living room, she had her long black robe on...it use to be mine.  A smile crept to my lips as she walked over.

"I am so sorry, House was pinned on this diagnosis and wouldn't let me leave till I consulted the patient and did-" she cut me off, her hands coming up, holding lightly to both sides of my jaw, her lips pressed against mine. A kiss to shut me up.

"It's fine." She whispered against my lips, my hands finding their place on the curve of her waist, unconsciously pulling her closer to me. The underneath of the robe on her hips felt a little bulky, I brushed it off as her lips touched mine again. Her soft lips moving with mine, her fingertips grazing down to jaw to clasp together behind my neck. My hands moving from her waist to hold against her lower back , pulling her body against mine even closer. As I felt my pulse speed up a few beats, her fingers carded through the back of my hair, taking hold of the longer hair against my crown, pulling my lips away from hers.

"Wanna eat?" She asked, pulling away from home, her hands on my shoulders.

"What's on the stove or in front of me?" I asked, my lips curling into a slight smirk and she giggled lightly. my right hand snuck back to the front of the robe, grabbing one of the tied ends, only to be stopped by a hand now on my wrist,"come on."

"You should eat first."  She suggested once more,"you said you didn't get lunch."

"I can eat later." I pulled my hand back, pulling the end of the tie. The bow tied on the front of her stomach coming undone. I kept my eyes on her, her cheeks tinting pink, and that cute sheepish smile on her face forming. 

"James-" she held the robe by her chest, her right palm flat against the black fabric.

"What are you hiding?" My brow raised, smirk now turned grin plastered on my face. He gaze averted from me, now looking towards the wall. My left hand came up to grab her right wrist, pulling it away from her chest.

It fell open just the littlest bit. Showing mostly skin, put also pink fabric along her rib area and hips. Right as I was about to grab both sides of the open middle of the robe, she quickly turned around. Darting back to the bedroom.

"(y/n)!" I chuckled, quickly walking the path she took.

The door was shut, but not fully so I pushed it open. What I saw kneeling in the middle of the bed, will forever be carved into my brain. I will see it when my life flashes before my eyes. 

"My God." I said in complete awe. She was in Lingerie decorated in baby pink floral lace.

The bra that cradled her breasts was baby pink, with floral lace. The lace skirted out from the band of the bra, only hanging enough to cover the top of her ribs. A gold heart kept the bra together in the front, and two small pink bows were tied where the bra straps connected to the bra in front.

She sat up more, sitting up a bit taller, moving her hands behind her back, letting me see more of the bottom piece. The panties were secure by a band around her waist, another golden heart just under her belly button holding the band in front, It was decorated with the same Lacy fabric, which was skirted out to the sides of her hips. Two smaller bands connected to it, holding onto the bit lace that covered her pussy.

"Do you like it?" She asked, breaking the silence in the room.

"Do i- psssh." My hands sat on my hips as I looked at her, I was speechless she looked so damn good,"come closer."

She crawled to the end of the bed as I walked over. she sat back on her calves, her thighs flushing out more and I couldn't wait for my head to be between them.  My right hand cradled her jaw as my eyes looked her up and down. Taking in the design more clearly on the lingerie. I peaked behind her, seeing the back of the bra and panties were secured by a bow tied with a ribbon the same shade of pink.

"How long did it take you to tie those bows?" I asked, coming back to look at her gorgeous face.

"Not even two minutes. It's easy." She giggled and I shook my head.

"That's a women's skill." My thumb brushed over her pink tinted cheek and she sat up fully. her hands grazing up my sides, to her hand gliding flat along my chest to wrap her arms around my neck,”you always look so pretty in pink.”

“Its my best bedroom color.” She giggled, I felt her playing with the collar of my shirt.

“That and blue, red- you could definitely rock a neon green set-“ she cut me off with her lips, and I let my hand fall from her jaw. she wasted no time to get hot with it. My left hand sat on the curve of her back, my right hand buried into the back of her hair holding against her scalp.

She ran her hands down my chest, I felt her tug at my tie. She loosened it before she focused on the buttons of my shirt, her lips still moving quickly and perfectly with mine.

She tugged my shirt out of my pants. Her lips pulling away to bring the tie over my head, tossing it away. I unbuttoned the wrist of my sleeves as she kissed at my jaw. Her hands pressed against my chest before sliding the shirt down my arms, the white fabric dropping to the floor. her lips moved down to my neck.

My right hand sat on her hips before I took the skirted part of her panties in between my thumb, middle and index finger. Kinda felt like those decorative lace curtains your grandma has in her living room, though you could tell by the fine details and the softer feel of the lace that it wasn't cheap.

"When did you get this?" I asked as her lips neared my collar bone, my left hands creeping around to the curve of her back.

"Awhile ago. Around new years." She said against my skin. She left a final kiss on my neck before pulling away,"figured it was about time."

"So my birthday wasn't the right time?" My right hand slid up her side, I started undoing the bow on the back of the bra.

"No, that's why I just went naked for your birthday." That was an enjoyable day, we were snowed in. Nothing else to really do but watch movies and have sex.

I pulled the bra down her arms, taking a few seconds to look at it a bit more before tossing it to the floor. My attention returning back to her. I took a step back, taking a mental picture for later, which she giggled at.

“Sit on the edge.” She moved off her knees as I got down on mine. I pushed her legs open, and she leaned back on her propped arms. She moved a bit closer, almost giving me a face full of boob, which I wasn’t far from already. My hands slid along the sides of her thighs, and onto her hips.

“Pretty girl.” I placed a kiss just below her sternum. I slid my right hand behind her and grabbed and end of a ribbon, pulling the bow apart slowly.

I noticed how her left hand lightly held onto my right forearm, the way she pushed her chest closer to me as I kissed up the valley between her breasts.

“Come on James.” She urged in what was barely a whisper. My hands held onto her waist, my lips still not leaving her skin. Placing kisses on her chest, collarbones, neck, anywhere I could reach on my knees. I took her right breast in my left palm, massaging it with my finger tips as I kissed her neck, her head falling back. I pulled away, grabbed her right arm and pulled it forward. She gasped as she fell onto her back, a little giggle erupted from her.

I took hold on the waist band of the panties, she lifted her hips and I pulled them off, joining the bra on the floor. She was quick to put her legs over my shoulders, propping up onto her elbows, looking at me with a smile which no longer held any innocence, her eyes filled with lust. I could feel how hard I was getting my pants.

“This what you want, Baby?” I asked, obvious to the answer. She nodded with a hum, my hands held onto the top of her thighs. I trailed messy kisses up the inside of her left thigh, slowing down when I got closer to her pretty pussy. She dug her heel into my upper back, trying to pull me closer.

“You mind?” I looked up at her, raising my brow. She rolled her eyes and laid down on her back, her leg relaxing again. I placed a Kiss above her clit before letting my tongue dive in between her lips. Revealing just how wet she was. She rolled her hips up into me, not much, just urging me for more which I gave.

I started slow, kitten licking her clit, gaining those small whines from her throat as my tongue sped up, changing from lapping at her clit to circling it.

“Aaah James.” She sighed out, her thighs already tightening around my face. I grabbed them harder and held them a bit more open for my own sake, she can crush my head later.

I circled her core with my tongue, dipping my tongue in and then licking back up to her clit, and back to her core. She tasted sweet and heady, the type of taste you wanted to keep on your tongue.

I felt her thighs twitch lightly each time I licked her clit, so I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bud and sucked at at. A broken moans ripped out of her lips, and her hand shot into my hair, her nails immediately catching at my scalp. I groaned as she tugged my hair, I still kept sucking her clit, licking it as I did so. Her thighs tight and quivering around my head. I looked up at her, propped up on her left elbow, head back, lips parted, and back arched.

I let go of her left thigh, and wasted no time on sliding my middle finger into her core, and started pumping it, I stopped sucking her clit and started circling it with my tongue again. I watched her reaction, the way she curled up, jaw dropped allowing those pleasure filled moans fill the room before she slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes met mine, I shot her a wink, and she collapsed back onto her back and I slid in my middle finger. Curling both as i pumped faster, making sure to hit that soft spot each time. My tongue lapped from her core to her clit, her breathing was fast and her abdomen was tightened, her walls were fluttering out my fingers, I could tell she was close. The whines that we’re able to escape from her were high pitched, definitely close.

“I-Im gonna cu-um.” Her voice shaky and volume low, i didn’t leave her. I kept licking, sucking, and pumping. I didn’t have that much of a choice, I was trapped in her thighs, though I was still keeping a firm hold on her right thigh. A long and loud whine escaped from her throat, almost like a teapot when it’s reached it boiling point. Her orgasm hit her, and she rode it out on my lower face and fingers.

I slowed down when her thighs loosened. I grabbed my shirt and wiped my face and hand off and I stood up; her legs falling from my shoulders.

“You’re fantastic.” I smiled, catching my breath as she sat up fully. She didn’t say anything, she just quickly undid my belt, then the buttons, the zipper. I gathered her hair in my hand as she did so, wrapping it around my fist and then letting it go as she slid my boxers off. Complete relief. I stepped out of them, and gave my cock a few strokes, and she patted on the bed.

“I wanna ride.” She stood up and I sat down. I grabbed her hips as she straddled my lap.

“Well go ahead baby.” I ran my right hand up and down her side as she grabbed my cock, tugging it lightly as she positioned it right under her wet core. I planted my left hand behind me into the mattress as she held nto my shoulder for more support.

I watched as she lowered down onto my cock, her pussy slipping around me perfectly, . She took my tip and a bit more in one go,her walls squeezing me perfectly. She let out a whined sigh and I groaned. Both her hands were on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head for a second when she took me fully, my tip coming in tight contact to her gspot.

“You feel sooo good.” She wasted no time to start moving. I sat forward, both hands holding her hips. She rose up to where my tip was only in before coming down halfway, back up, then down fully. She never wasted her time going slow when riding, she always kicked it right into gear.

Your pov-

A few minuets later-

My hips rolled down onto James’s, my hands planted on his chest as he was laid down on the bed. My hairline, spine, and the back of my knees were damp. the inside of my thighs getting wetter. Each time I came down, his tip pressed harshly against my gspot, rubbing against it perfectly when I grinded my hips down onto his. Small moans left my open lips every time I came back down, groans snd sighs leaving his.

“Good girl.” He praised, his hands giving my ass a hard squeeze before sliding back to my waist,” so good.”

He looked amazing underneath me, he always does. His hair messily finger brushed back, his abdomen muscles tightening, the way his body rolled when he bucked his hips up. His arm muscles tight, finally showing their definition.

“Jaaamess.” I sped up, planting my hands into the mattress by his head. his hands gripped my waist harder, helping to lift me up and drop me down,”oh Go-od.”

“That’s it.. wooow.” His eyes were locked on my chest, which was right over his face. My breasts swaying with the rocking of my body. He had a huge grin on his face and eyes full of lust and amazement.

“Mmmm Fu-uck.” I moaned, my eyes closing. my body was heating up now, I could feel the blush on my skin forming. My breathing was fast and shallow, matched up to the rhythm of my hips moving up and down. I could feel my head getting dizzy and my pace starting to falter,”oh god.”

“I got ya.” I gave him control as I could tell he was controlling me more then I was. Instead of keeping pace,he stopped me. Sitting up as his left arm wrapped around my lower back the other on my upper.

He stood up, I held onto his shoulders, his cock never leaving me, and then he laid me down on the bed. I held my legs around his waist and my heels dug into his lower back as I kept my grip on his shoulders. His right hand now planted at my head, his left arm still holding my lower back, keeping my hips angled to his perfect. He rolled in his hips into mine, and he looked so good doing it, it only made my orgasm approach faster.

“Faster.” I tired to grab further down his back, my nails scratching against him as his body moved. His tip punched right into my gspot, not too hard but just right. His left arm slid out from under me, his thumb making contact with my clit, rubbing it in a circle quickly which only made my legs tighten around his waist and my Nails scratch deeper, and my pussy squeeze him.

“So fucking good.” He spoke into my ear, his breath hot against my shoulder and neck,”squeezing me tight.”

My back arching up more to him, almost spasming, I felt was wall fluttering around him, my core tightening, and my moans Basically uncontrollable but I tried to keep them down.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonnafuckingcum!” My nails digging into his back, he sharply inhaled and groaned out the breath in response.

“Give it to me baby, give it to me.” His tone low and lust soaked. I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He kept fucking me as my orgasm crashed through me, my eyes clamped shut, mouth stuck open as moans and gasps came from it.

He groaned my name, his left hand now grabbing my thigh as his pace slowed down just a bit, rhythm a little more messy. I felt his cum shoot into me, mixing with mine and I felt it drip down my ass and coat the immediate areas of my thighs and lips.

He slowed down after a minute or so, making sure he fucked us both through our highs. I held his back tightly and he came down onto his forearm. I gasped for air into his shoulder and felt his breath against my neck. Iight scrapped up his back and into his hair, just holding the back of his scalp before sliding down to his neck. He pressed soft kisses to my shoulder as he pulled out of me, I felt more cum drip down my ass and onto the comforter below me.

“Exactly what I fucking needed.” He said as he laid down on his back next to me. I rolled onto my side, resting on my left forearm.

“I hoped so.” I smiled, leaning on to press a kiss to his chest, my right hand sitting on his ribs. I felt his right hand against my upper back,”will you go eat now?”

“After, gotta clean you up first.” His left hand came and held my cheek and rolled my eyes as a smile overtook my lips,”pretty girl.”

“Shut up…” I shook my head as I sat up,”you sexy fuck.”

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[countrymusiclover]

My Genius Prince

"It's silly. But I'm happy to say you're my Prince Charming"

Rosalind and Spencer have been dating without his team, knowing for almost two years. But after he drops her off at home, she disappears, and it's up to his team and his knowledge to rescue her from someone she hasn't seen since she was a little girl.

1 - An Unexpected Visitor

2 - Call for Help

3 - Beginning the Profile

4 - Who Knows Her Better

5 - I Told You I'd Find You

6 -

???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[look-at-the-soul]

WIP/Requests summary

Hello my darlings!!

I’ve got a couple of requests in the drafts queue so I thought of creating this list to let you know (specially those anon requests), that I got them! But I’m a slow writer plus inspiration comes in waves and whenever it wants 🤭 -calling the inspiration fairy 🧚🏻‍♀️-

I don’t want you to think I ignored your requests, I have it saved until I actually post the story so I won’t give a spoiler away… anyways here is the list I’m working on. Oh! Btw my requests are always open! I just ask a little patience in return.

WIP (on going series):

Part 48 The Photoshoot -Cillian

Part 12 Look at the soul- Cillian

Requests:

The Runway- Lenny Miller mini series @l1-l4

Secrets- Robert Fischer mini series (anon)

When we were young- Cillian (The Photoshoot) @zablife

“You look so good in love” song- Tommy Shelby (fmo166) @outlanderuniverse

The edge of love- William Killick x Vera (anon)

Beautiful song y/n- Tommy Shelby (anon)

Roxie, song from Chicago -Tommy Shelby ( @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

Celebrations:

Peaky x Lana festival @shelbydelrey

Straight to the heart part 2 (Tommy Shelby x nurse) @peakybfics @dlmlufics

Someone like you part 2 (Tommy Shelby x mysterious woman) @peakyswritings

TP Peaky Blinders edition- Modern Tommy Shelby @raincoffeeandfandoms

A/N: if I forgot about anything I’ll add it here 🥰

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[spookydrreid]

Hiiii! I am absolutely in love with ADAPTION! I love unsub!reid fics so much but it’s literally like the best series I’ve read in a while!

I just have a question - did the Jj love confession happen before all this or did you imagine the series starting earlier than that?? I just wonder how y/n would feel about jj as she slowly falls deeper.

It starts before JJs confession! But keep that confession at the forefront of your mind!

Abs thank you so much for your kind words 🥰

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[random-imagines-blog]

I need some more Gaspard!!!

There will be more! Don’t fret!

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[harryandmolly]

Also the way you wrote it I really felt myself becoming penny/mia which you rarely get with fics especially long ones when a character has already been decided 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

We stan character relatability in this house!!! Thank you 💜

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[queenshelby]

The Spy (Part One)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Angst

Words: 1,706

Summary: You are a woman with a past. You grew up in a family of criminals and became a criminal yourself. You betrayed your family and, just as you were about to make the ultimate sacrifice for your sins, a man by the name of Thomas Shelby took you in.  He needs your help and your connections, but will he get much more than he bargained for?

Notes: I couldn't wait to write this. Special thank you to @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf for the idea.

You looked up at the clock in front of you and knew that your time had come. This was it. The End.

Was it worth it all? Probably not.

Did you regret it? Probably not.

Would you have done things differently? Probably not.

And these were the last thoughts that ran through your mind when the noose tightened around your neck and your executor was ready to pull the leaver.

‘Any last words?’ the man asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Yeah, fuck off…’ you said and, with that, he tightened his grip on the leaver, ready to pull it down as, suddenly, a policeman came barging through the door.

‘Stop’ he yelled before handing the executor a piece of paper.

‘Her release has been ordered by a judge at Westminster. She is free to go’ the man explained and you couldn’t believe it. You didn’t expect to get out of this alive. You were a traitor and a spy and, whilst you were framed, you walked into a trap and got caught.

‘I am free to go?’ you asked before breaking out in laughter and when the man confirmed that this what the court order said, you held out your wrists and requested for your restraints to be removed.

But this wasn’t the end of it and it should have occurred to you that you should have been suspicious when the policeman insisted to escort you to freedom.

‘What is this? Another trap?’ you asked after he pushed you onto the gravel floor.

‘You are a fucking traitor to your country but, luckily for you, someone with power is going to put your skills to use’ the man then said and, with that, you were picked up by two strangers and put into the back of a truck where an intimidating but good-looking stranger was waiting for you.

One of the two men climbed into the back with you and you soon learned that his name was Arthur while the other man quickly jumped into the driver seat.

***

‘She’s the one Tommy?’ the tall man with the moustache named Arthur asked and when the other man inspected you, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

‘Fucking Alfie, eh’ the man then said and you looked at them both with eyes full of questions.

‘I take that I am not what you had expected, sir’ you laughed before demanding to know what all of this was about.

‘No, you are not Love’ the man said as he lit himself a cigarette and handed you one as well.

‘I expected you to be older’ he pointed out somewhat angrily as he threw a piece of paper on to the floor in front of you.

‘This is a good replica. I am impressed’ you confirmed as you picked up the papers and realised that they were new identification papers for you which, clearly, the man who was talking to you didn’t read before bailing you out of prison.

‘For what it is worth, I am twenty-three but, then again, I don’t see how this would be relevant to you’ you chuckled before asking the stranger who he was and why he had bailed you out of jail.

‘Clearly, the court order was as fake as these papers so, enlighten me. Who are you and what do you want from me?’ you asked curiously and the man began to explain.

According to him, his name was Thomas Shelby and you most certainly had heard of him. He was a career criminal who had recently entered the political arena as a member of parliament.

You also knew that he was an acquaintance of Alfie Solomons who Alfie betrayed on several occasions. Alfie Solomons was the man who got you into the mess you were in and you wondered whether this was his way of getting you out of it.

‘Alfie said that you might be able to help me with some business matters’ the man explained and you nodded and chuckled all at the same time.

‘In return for what?’ you asked.

‘A new identity, a roof over your head and 50,000 pounds’ the man said and, when he mentioned how much he would pay you, your chin dropped.

‘Jesus, what do you want me to do? Kill a politician for you?’ you asked somewhat surprised. This was a lot of money. More than you could make in a lifetime.  

‘No Love. I do my own killings. But you already know that, eh’ the man explained before outlaying to you that, amongst other things, he was experiencing problems with his illegal export business.  

‘I need you to spy on some people for me and put me in to touch with someone you know. This is what you do, isn’t Love? You spy on people, eh? Your family in particular’ Tommy asked with smirk on his face.

‘This is what I do but I cannot believe that you couldn’t find someone else for this job. Someone without a record perhaps or someone you didn’t have to bail out of jail’ you pointed out.

‘Well, here is the thing Love. You have connections which I need and I have secrets which you will learn about when you work for me. Your secrets are far worse than mine and, if you betray me, I will make sure that you hang for your crimes, eh’ Tommy explained.

‘So, you do know what I have been arrested for in the past, right?’ you asked.

‘Yes, Alfie told me. Sedition and killing a judge, hence the new identity for you’ Tommy told you and you reluctantly nodded.

‘The judge deserved it’ you pointed out and Tommy chuckled.

‘He liked young boys and, for that reason, I agree with you. He deserved to die and it was rather unfortunate that you got caught. But this isn’t the reason I want to hire you Love’ Tommy admitted.

‘So what is the reason then? Just my connections?’ you asked with great curiosity, knowing very well that his interest related to your father and uncle, both of whom were in the drug trade .

‘That and because Alfie asked me to. He wronged you and this is his way of apologising’ Tommy explained.

‘And why would you do him a favour after he betrayed you?’ you wondered.

‘Because he has just signed all of his enterprises over to me. Something to do with finding God’ Tommy chuckled before becoming more serious.

‘I want to move against your father and since you betrayed him once, I think you might do it again. Well, at least Alfie said that you would. But Alfie also told me that you would need protection after the fact and I am offering you that in addition to the money I already offered you’ Tommy said and you nodded reluctantly.

‘My father is a dangerous man Mr Shelby and you should have learned by now to never trust Alfie Solomons’ you laughed before reaching out for his hand and telling him that you had a deal.

‘Good, now put this on Love. Arthur and I will look away while you get changed’ Tommy instructed as he handed you a black and white outfit.

‘Seriously? I will be a maid? At your house?’ you asked before huffing out a quick ‘fuck’.

‘Yes Love. No one expects a maid to be a criminal, eh’ Tommy pointed out before he also handed you a resume for you to memorise. According to the resume and your new papers, you were experienced in looking after children, teaching French and have worked as a secretary in the past. Your new name was Yvette Langford and you were twenty-five years old.

***

Two hours later, you arrived at your new home following a detour to a place called Small Heath which is where Tommy had dropped you off earlier that day and which is where you were greeted by a woman named Polly Gray.

Clearly, Polly wasn’t on Tommy’s list of suspects when it came to the betrayal and she gave you what she called a make-over before she sent you to Tommy’s house with a trusted driver.

Polly did a fantastic job, providing you with glasses you didn’t really need and spending a lot of time fixing up your hair. Your hair colour had changed and about half of it had been cut off. It was even difficult for you now to recognise yourself with these changes. You looked different and even a little older than you were.

The maid outfit had been taken back to fit you more snuggly and Polly provided you with matching stockings and shoes to wear as well as a suitcase with clothes.

At Tommy’s house, you were greeted by Francis who showed you to your room. It was centrally located in the middle of the large house which they called the Arrow House.

It wasn’t too far from Tommy’s office which meant that you could listen in to who comes and goes.

The room also featured a cabinet with things you might need and you found those rather quickly until, suddenly, you heard a female voice behind you.

‘So, you are the new maid, are you?’ a tall dark-haired woman asked and you stood up quickly, looked at her before attempting to shake her hand.

‘I am. My name is Y/N’ you said but she refused to touch your hand.

‘I am Mrs Shelby and my husband has not told me about you. I had to learn from Frances that he had employed you and why he employed you in the first place is beyond me’ she pointed out and you responded with a simple ‘okay’.

But, apparently, it wasn’t okay at all and, as soon as Tommy arrived at home, an argument broke out between them.

‘We don’t need another maid, Thomas. Especially not a young one like her’ you heard Lizzie yell and another maid by the name of Marie told you that you would get used to their arguing.

‘Do they argue a lot?’ you asked and Marie nodded.

‘All the time’ she confirmed.

‘Hmm, interesting’ you said before walking away.

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Devil in disguise... Part 5/?

Lee Bodecker x reader series

<Part 4<

Warnings: swearing, talks of blackmail, (gifs/pictures not mine credit to owners)

Lee sat comfortably in his cruiser, watching you walk in and out of each store in town. He wasn't watching you on purpose, he just happened to be there when he noticed you come out of the convenience store. You looked pretty today in your light coloured dress, but then again you always looked pretty.

There was a tap on the window startling Lee out of his day dreaming.

He rolled the window down with a frustrated sigh. "Hell, George, you scared the crap out'a me."

"Sorry, Sheriff." Your grandpa smirked. "Caught ya' day dreamin' about her again, have I?" He asked leaning on the side of the cruiser.

Lee grunted, "I ain't day dreamin' about Y/N, George." Lee defended himself.

George laughed even more, irritating Lee. "Ain't say nothin' about Y/N, Sheriff."

Lee grumbled, "What ya' want, George?"

"I need to talk to you. It's about that Bobby-Ray boy, and my grand-baby, Sheriff."

"Nothin', happened, George. I stopped it before-"

"No, I know that, Sheriff and I'm thankful." George sighed and bent down. "But, I gotta talk to ya'. Stop by this evenin', would ya'? Y/N's goin' to the movies with her friends."

Lee nodded. "Sure, George, I'll stop by."

George thanked him and straightened up as you walked towards him. "Goodbye, Sheriff." He nodded, "Get everythin', honey?"

You hummed, nodding and kept your gaze away from the Sheriff. "Yes, grandpa."

Lee felt his heart break as he watched you turn and walk away without saying a word to him.

It had been a few days since you helped out at the station and you'd been avoiding him. It was his fault, he should have kissed you, but for the first time in his life, Lee didn't know what to do. And now George wanted to talk to him. Was there something wrong that you hadn't told him about? Were you okay?

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"Evenin', George." Lee stepped into your house later that day. He'd been a wreck all day, trying to figure out what your grandfather wanted to talk to him about.

"Evenin', Sheriff. Grateful for ya' comin'." Your grandpa shook the Sheriff's hand. "Drink?"

"Please," Lee nodded, taking his hat off before sitting on the couch. "So, what did you want to talk abo-"

"GRANDPA!" You cried out in destress from upstairs.

Lee shot up the moment he heard you racing down the stairs. His jaw almost hit the floor and his cock nearly bust his zipper as he gaped at you.

"Grandpa, my zipper is bust, and now I can't move it up or down. Can ya' help, please?" You were panicked, trying to tug on the zip that sat in the middle of your back.

George groaned, "Ya' know I can't see those damn zippers for shit, honey." He squinted trying to look at the small zip. "Why don't ya' ask the Sheriff if he'd be kind enough to help ya'." He pointed over to where Lee stood in the living room.

"The Sheriff?" You turned around stunned to see him there. "Oh, Sheriff," You pulled your dress up higher, aware that it wasn't fastened properly and you'd probably been giving him an eyeful. You began to move back towards the stairs, "I should, hmm, go-"

"I can." Lee called out before you went upstairs. He cleared his throat, "I mean, if you need my help, I can." He smiled softly at you.

"I, hmm..." You chewed on your bottom lip in thought before you nodded, "Yes, please," You whispered.

"C'mere then, Sugar." He curled his finger, calling you over to him as he stepped around the couch. "Can't do it all the way over there." He sent you a playful wink making you blush.

You glanced over your shoulder to your grandpa to make sure he wasn't paying you any attention before you walked over to Lee. He turned his index finger in the air for you to spin, smiling softly at you as you did as he wanted.

"Let's have a look at ya'," Lee placed his fingers on the zipper and your back. He felt you breath in sharply as his fingers touched your skin. "Ah, I see..."

"Is it broken?" You asked looking over your shoulder at him.

Lee looked up and met your gaze, shaking his head slowly. "Nah, just stuck... I can, pull," He slipped his fingers down the back of your dress, flush with your hot skin until his fingertips brushed something soft and lacey. "... Fuck..." He muttered under his breath and quickly gave the zip and the material of your dress a tug. "There you go." He snatched his hands back, quickly turning his back to you so you didn't see the tent in his pants.

You muttered a thank you to him over you shoulder as you ran back upstairs.

"Sheriff," Your grandpa stood behind him holding a beer out for him. "The bathroom is at top of the stairs on the left, if you need it."

Lee frowned at him over his shoulder. "I ain't need to use it, George."

"If ya' say so," He nodded to the beer for Lee to take before he carried on. "Just thought it'd save your pants."

Lee's eyes widened as he looked down at the tent. He quickly rearrange them as he turned his back to George again, his face burning red with embarrassment. "Damn it, George, I'm-"

"Save it, son, I ain't dumb." He chuckled and sat in his chair, nodding for Lee to sit. Lee opened his mouth to say something but George held his hand up to silence him before he thumbed over his shoulder as you came racing back down. "You off, honey?" Your grandpa called out to you.

You nodded with a smile, "Do I look okay?" You asked doing a twerl to show off all of your dress.

"Mary said I had to look nicer tonight." You rolled your eyes.

Your grandpa nodded, "Always look pretty, honey. That Mary ain't know shit. Right, Sheriff?"

Lee nodded as he stood up and faced you with a gulp. "You look, beautiful, Sugar. Always do." He smiled softly at you. "You ain't meeting up with no boys, are ya'?" He teased making you blush and smile.

"I already told ya', Sheriff. I don't like boys." You smiled before clearing your throat. "I, hmm... best go, or I'll get yelled at. I'll be home late, Grandpa." You quickly pressed a kiss to your grandpa's cheek. You looked up at Lee and smiled a little at him. "Goodbye, Sheriff."

Lee nodded and watched in silence as you walk towards the front door. "Hold on, Sugar," Lee called out to you as you opened the front door, his hand in his pocket searching for something as he walked up to you. "Call me," He pulled out a candy wrapper and a pen, a light blush flushing his cheeks as you giggled at him. "If you need saving again." He winked at you before he wrote his home number down.

Your eyes widened, "Oh... no, Sheriff, I can't-" Lee gave you his famous 'Sheriff' stare making you nod and blush even more as you took the candy wrapper from him.

"Now, you best get movin', or your little friends 'ill think ya' ain't goin'." He nodded to the car outside with your friends waiting inside for you.

Lee waited until you got into the car and it began to drive away before he shut the door. He let out a slow, steady breath, thinking about how beautiful you looked tonight.

"I fucked up, Sheriff." George spoke, pulling Lee out of his head. "And I'm worried, Y/N's gonna be the one to suffer for it."

"Wha'cha on 'bout, George? You in trouble?" Lee slowly walked towards the older man.

George nodded slowly, "Had to borrow some money." He sighed as he sat back in his chair. "Got behind on bills, nothin' major, just needed a little longer to get the money together. So, I asked a friend, or who I thought was a friend, for a favour." He screwed his fist up as he thought back.

A favour? Lee's brow knitted together in thought, "You ask Mrs Riley?"

George nodded, "Told her I'd pay her back in a month's time, had the money ready to do so, but then... Then the wicked, bitch-" He shook his head with a deep sigh.

"Bobby-Ray." Lee grunted, lifting his beer and taking a long swig of it.

"I thought one damn date, and that would be it... She'd take her money and be done, but no... She expects me, to allow that no good son of hers to," George banged his fist against the arms rest in frustration. "She wants them to marry."

Lee's head shot up, "What?" He gaped at the old man in horror.

George nodded. "Over my dead body."

Silence settled between the two men as they thought, occasionally taking a sip before screwing their fists up. Each of them cursed Mrs Riley and her shit head of a son in their heads.

"You have my permission, son." George nodded and looked over to Lee.

"Permission? For what, George? Ya' ain't expecting me to marry her just so Bobby-Ray don't, are ya'?"

George rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that, bullshit. I see the look you give her. I was happily married of fifty years. I know, that look." George smirked at Lee. "All I know is, I ain't want my grand-baby, forced into a marriage she ain't want."

Lee's mouth fell open. "How'd you know she'd marry me? Why would she want to marry a... Fat shit like me, huh? She wouldn't." Lee scowled.

"She ain't baking for no one else... And she ain't helping no other man at work, is she?" George chuckled. "Son, that girl has been crazy 'bout ya' since the day ya' called her Sugar."

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10 CELEB CRUSHES

Put 10 celebrity crushes and tag 10 people

Thank you for tagging me : @supergrant

I shall do my best to put it in order but... I’m not gonna like the order fluctuates,. Hell the order changes daily. I uhhh... some of these I don’t have excuses for I’ll be honest. 

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aww thank you sweetheart, that's so sweet!

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“What the hell did you just say?” - Ben Hardy

requested by: @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

a/n: i usually don’t write requests when i’m writing a series, but since i only posted one part, i made an exception :) okay, so we’re going to ignore the fact that Ben is a year older in this, although he was 26 when borhap was filming, and was 28 at the time of the Oscars. i didn’t plan it well on my part, but by the time i realized, i was 2.1k words in and it was 1:30 in the morning 🙃 hope you like it!!

summary: i was wondering if you could do a Ben Hardy imagine where there is quite a big age gap between the reader and Ben, and when they are on the red carpet a reporter starts being very rude to the reader about it and like putting her on the spot but then Ben defends her after the reporter basically calls her a slag

word count: 2,983

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Your POV:

You and Ben had been dating for six months, and just recently announced it on social media. You loved Ben with all your heart, there was just one thing: you two were nine years apart in age. At first, it seemed a little weird, but once you got to know each other more, the difference seemed to disappear.

You met when you were eighteen and he was twenty-seven. Sure, it seemed weird, but you two clicked instantly. You were a freshman in college back in the United States, studying costume design. Because your university thought you were already an outstanding student, you had the opportunity to do be apart of the costume team for Bohemian Rhapsody. You of course took up the offer, and that’s when you met Ben. He was the actor you were assigned, so you got to know him really well, out of everyone else.

It started with shameless flirting, Ben knowing how old you were. It started out friendly, but as the months passed, you started reciprocating the flirty comments. You two were low-key about it, only being that way when no one else was around. You didn’t want to lose your job on the set, and you also didn’t want to be judged for your actions.

You turned nineteen in January, shortly after Ben turned twenty-eight, and you were starting to fall hard for him. Still, you kept quiet about your feelings. You two would spend your breaks together in his trailer, you would help him rehearse his lines and he would massage your shoulders and back, since you sometimes were hunched over a lot during your work.

The guys caught on to your small dates in his trailer, and Joe was the first one to find out about it. One day, you and Ben were rehearsing his lines. You two got caught up, and ended up kissing for a little. Joe walked in on you two, asking Ben if he wanted to get some lunch. He was shocked, to say the least, but he was supportive of it after you two explained how you felt for each other.

He asked you to be his girlfriend a year to the day you first met each other on set. He simply asked you when you were visiting him for a week in London. You were on fall break from college, so you flew out to surprise him. He was so happy you could finally spent time together again, as he had been away filming for a new movie, and you didn’t have the time or money to fly to Italy or Dubai, even if it was summer.

The first day, you were obviously jetlagged, so you spent the day sleeping in Ben’s bed, he had to do some promotional interviews for Bohemian Rhapsody, since the premiere was coming up. Thankfully, your school paid for your plane tickets to and from the premiere, and also hired you a styling team. You were beyond excited to see your name in the credits for such an amazing movie; that is, if they recognize you at all. If not, you still get to see your amazing work on the big screen.

The second day was much better, Ben had nothing to do, and you were much more rested, so you just decided to have a lazy day. You watched movies, ate takeout, and just had a great day in; it was also raining, so that kind of limited what you guys could do.

Later in the night, when you two were settled on the couch, cuddled up, he asked you to be his girlfriend. You were of course happy, but also a little reluctant to announce it. Wouldn’t it sound weird for a twenty-eight year old to be dating a nineteen year old?

So, you two decided to keep it a secret until the biggest night for the cast, the Oscars. You were a little on edge for how things would go, but Ben assured you that you didn’t have to go through with it. You wanted to, of course, but you were scared for what his fans would think, dating a girl nine years younger than him.

“(Y/N), are you sure you’re okay with this? We can keep it to ourselves a little while longer, love,” Ben asked as you two were spending time together at his place in London. You had been staying with him since a few days after Christmas, planning to spend New Years with him, as well as celebrate both of your birthdays together before you had to go back to school for your second semester as a sophomore.

“Yeah. I love you, and I want the world to know that, I’m just scared of how people are going to react, especially the press. Once they find out you’re dating someone so much younger, they’ll have a field day. Believe me, Ben, I want to, I just don’t want your reputation to get damaged or hurt because you’re dating me.” Ben sighed and pulled you into his arms, lying back on the couch that you two had been on all day.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you tried to calm your nerves down. You sighed contently as he held you close, whispering sweet nothings every now and then.

“I don’t care what people say about us. I love you, and if they aren’t happy with us dating, then that’s their problem. I love you, (Y/N), I want you to be happy. If you aren’t okay with this, we won’t go through with it. You don’t have to walk the carpet with me, you don’t have to do interviews with me, I can ask someone to take you inside separately-” you turned your head to shut him up with a kiss.

He smiled into the kiss, knowing that, without words, you were more than happy to announce your relationship to the world.

“Can we announce it on social media first? So when we get to the red carpet, we aren’t asked if we’re a couple twenty million times?” You suggested shyly. Ben stared at you for a few seconds before nodding.

“If that’s what you want, or more comfortable with,” he said. You nodded this time, smiling softly down at him. He pulled his phone out as you laid back on his chest, watching him scroll through photos in his camera roll. He landed on one that Joe took of you two after the premiere of Bohemian Rhapsody, both of you having been goofing off in the hotel room.

“Are you sure about this?” Ben asked one last time as he typed out the caption, looking down at you before he his the post button. You nodded and took a deep breath, preparing yourself for this, shall we say, shitstorm from the press and fans.

benhardy: she was making fun of me for only wearing black to award shows #fashiondesignmajorprobs

And now here you were, getting ready for the Oscars with your boyfriend and his castmates. They were all chatting and drinking, preparing themselves before the biggest night in Hollywood. You, however, were sat alone on yours and Ben’s bed, since you couldn’t drink because you were only twenty. You stared down at your manicured fingers, which were shaking.

The feedback from some fans had been positive at first, but once they found out who you were, and how old you were, they tore into you. That also included many media outlets, reporting that Ben was “into younger women” and you were just looking for a man with money. The articles and comments were starting to get to you, despite what Ben has said about the situation; you knew he loved you, he knew you didn’t like him for his money, and that’s all that mattered.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Ben sat down next to you until he grabbed your hands in his.

“Love? Are you doing alright?” You nodded, not looking up at him.

“Look at me, babe.” You shook your head, keeping your focus on your entwined hands.

“Please,” he whispered. The strain in his voice hurt your heart, so when you did, you were shocked to see tears pooling in his eyes.

“Are you sure? I’ve been watching you for the past ten minutes, and you haven’t moved from this position.” You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder. His arm instinctively wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to him.

“I’m just nervous about how people are going to act. People are going to look at us strangely, every single person you’re being interviewed by is sure to make a comment about us.”

“(Y/N), I’m not going to say anything to them. If they ask, I’m refusing to answer and telling them that it’s our business and no one else’s.”

“But some might take that as the answer is true, if you refuse to answer, they assume the answer is right, and that’s why you won’t answer,that you just won’t admit it” you sighed, looking too deep into this. You trusted Ben, but you didn’t trust the media.

“Baby, listen. I honestly don’t know what to expect, but I do know that I will handle it professionally and rationally. Trust me, love.” You nodded against his shoulder and sat up to give him a kiss.

“You almost ready?” He asked, standing to go finish getting ready. You nodded again and pointed to your stylists waiting for you to get dressed in your elegant, emerald green dress.

Once everyone was ready, you slipped your gold heels on and walked over to where Ben stood, in his crisp, white tux. He smiled widely upon seeing you.

“You look absolutely beautiful, baby. I’m so lucky that you’re mine,” he said as he placed his hands on your hips, bringing you closer to him. You grinned and reached up to kiss him quickly.

“Let’s get going, love. The guys are waiting for us.” You two headed downstairs and got into the car that was waiting for you.

The entire car ride, you were shaking with nerves. Ben noticed and grabbed your hands, holding them tightly in his; he knew this helped calm you down a little. Really, any physical contact from him helped calm you down.

“We’re here. Good luck, guys!” The driver announced, putting the car in park in front of the red carpet.

And cameras. And media outlets. And fans, celebrities. Everyone important in the movie business.

“Ready?” Ben asked quietly in your ear as you stood in front of entrance to the red carpet. You took a deep breath and nodded, grabbing his hand and walking with him and the guys towards the chaos. Ben shimmied his hand away from yours and moved to place it on your waist, helping guide you through the crowd.

When you all stood in the first spot you were told, you heard your name, along with Ben’s, being called from every direction. Your heart started to race as almost everyone wanted pictures of just you two.

An assistant came over and pulled you and Ben aside, saying that after Ben was finished with group pictures and interviews, since they wanted some of just the guys, you two were to pose together for some photos. You also had to do a few interviews together. You were more more nervous than ever, you weren’t expecting all this.

So, after Ben took photos and did a couple quick interviews with the guys, he made his way over to you, where you stood next to Sara, and grabbed your hand.

“Are you one hundred percent okay with this, babe?” Ben asked one last time as you stepped closer to the carpet. You nodded and leaned in to give him one last kiss.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. He smirked and puckered his lips quickly for another sneaky kiss.

“I love you, too,” he whispered back.

You two were shown the same spot to stand in as Ben and the guys had just done. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close to his side. He looked around at different cameras, trying to please everyone.

You two went down the red carpet pretty quick, maybe it was because your nerves were so high, you just blocked everything out while you posed.

A man with a microphone waved you two over to the empty spot next to him. You were reluctant, but Ben squeezes your side in a reassuring manner.

“Hello! We now have Ben Hardy, who plays Roger Taylor in Bohemian Rhapsody, and his conformed girlfriend, (Y/N)! How are you two?” He shoved the microphone towards the both of you.

“We’re great. It’s both of our first times at the Oscars, so it’s pretty amazing,” Ben said. You smiled up at him lovingly as he spoke.

Then came the conversation you were dreading.

“So, what’s it like being with a big celebrity, while just being a regular girl?” Weird way to put it.

“Uh, well, it is hard because for most of the time, he’s away, filming, but we make it work. We FaceTime, I sometimes fly out to London when I have the chance, he comes out to visit me. It’s nice.” You felt proud of your answer. Apparently so did Ben because when you looked up at him, he was proudly smiling down at you. He winked when he caught your gaze.

“And the big question everyone is wondering, what’s it like with the age difference? I mean, you’re twenty, he’s nine years older, what’s that like?” You were a little uncomfortable with it, so all you could do was shrug.

“I mean, we don’t exactly see the difference anymore. We love each other and that’s all that matters.” You high fived yourself in your mind for keeping your composure.

“Well, there must be something about you that Ben was attracted to, I mean you seem pretty dull. You must’ve been a good lay or you bring something interesting to bed, am I right?” He winked towards Ben, who was turning red with anger. You moved a little closer to Ben, now extremely uncomfortable, as Ben took care of the situation.

“What the hell did you just say?” He yelled at the man, not caring about the extensive amount of media. No one talks about you like that.

“You don’t talk about my girlfriend like that. She is intelligent, extremely creative, and an all around amazing girl. Not to mention very funny, and very beautiful. I am not gonna stand here and have a conversation with someone who thinks that I’d only be with her for sex.” Ben grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the man, away from the entire media section, and into the building. He found a spot in the far corner of the room, where no one was, and brought you into his arms.

“I’m so so sorry, love,” was all he said. You tried not to cry as to not get any makeup on his tux, but you found that impossible. You tried pulling away, telling him that you didn’t want to ruin his suit, so he let you go while he shrugged his shit coat off, and pulled you back into his chest.

“You know your dress shirt is still white?” You whimpered into his neck.

“I don’t care. I don’t want you bottling this up, I know it’s bothering you, love. I don’t care about my clothes, just please, don’t keep this in.” And that’s when you broke down. You cried into his shoulder, where you just reached, as he held you close, whispering that he loved you over and over again.

“I’m so sorry, baby We shouldn’t have done that, I knew something would happen,” he said into your ear, rubbing your back soothingly.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” you whimpered out. He turned his head from resting his cheek on top of it to pressing his lips against your forehead.

“I love you,” he told you for the umpteenth time.

You were starting to calm down, his fingertips softly running up and down the exposed skin of where your dress was cut out. His warm touch, his soft kisses, and his smooth, deep voice all helped relax you and got you to stop crying.

You finally pulled away from his chest, checking the damage of his dress shirt. Surprisingly, no makeup was left behind; they must have given you waterproof mascara, and the setting spray they used must’ve been top end.

“Thank you, Ben. I love you, I know you don’t love me for sex, because we haven’t even had sex yet,” you laughed lightly, trying to lift the mood. He chuckled and nodded.

“Whenever you’re ready, love,” he told you, reaching up to wipe your tears away.

“Thanks, again. I can’t imagine my life without you. Nine years may be a lot of a difference, but both of us are mature adults. I don’t see why we can’t date. Sure, I’m still in college, but it’s not like i’m some sixteen year old, still in high school, writing dirty fanfic about you.” Ben laughed loudly, throwing his head back a little.

“I love you so much, (Y/N). I can’t even think where to begin about the things I love about you. Please don’t listen to the media, the fans, anyone.” He held your face in his hands, staring directly into your eyes. You nodded along, taking a deep breath before leaning in to kiss him.

“Now, let’s go win some awards, my rockstar,” you said, cupping his cheek with your hand. He reached up to hold your wrist in place, softly stroking your hand with his thumb.

“I’ve already got mine,” he grinned lovingly, kissing you once more before attaching his hands to your waist and leaving to find the guys.

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1 - An Unexpected Visitor

Part 2

My Genius Prince

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Walking through the store Islas of Walmart I was hanging out with one of my friends named Malia. We were hanging out at my apartment until we got bored so we decided to run around the store at midnight. “Let’s go raid the toy section.”

Malia and I headed over to the toy section. We found the aisle that had dress up clothes hanging on the walls on either side of us. “Oh hey, try on the blue one.”

“Got it. You need to try on the pink or yellow one.” I pointed at the set hanging behind her head until she turned around and took each one down. Picking out the yellow one to look like Belle.

I chuckled seeing her twirl around in the dress that was made for young girls or that was only worn on Halloween. “You look almost like Belle.” I didn’t care if we were adults in our late 20’s who still mess around as kids every once in a while.

“Oh it is a pleasure to meet you, Cinderella.” Malia teased me with a curtsey once I had slipped the light blue dress over my head and it fell down all the way to the tile floor.

She placed her hands in mine and we began spinning around in circles. Our laughter could be heard through the store but we couldn’t care. My hair that was in a braid was falling apart and in my face so when I tripped over my own feet I didn’t see I tripped myself. “Woah ah!” I was close to hitting the floor but I felt someone holding me up by my forearms.

“Easy, easy. I’ve got you.” I heard a guy’s voice respond in my ear and I felt some of his hair brushing against my cheek.

Glancing over my shoulder I was met with a pair of chocolate brown eyes and brown curly hair. “Oh uh I’m sorry mister. I didn’t mean to be so clumsy.” I apologized, getting to my feet as quickly as I could.

“It’s okay. Glad I was able to catch you. Uh, are you and your friends dressed up like princesses for a party or something?” The stranger tilted his head standing in front of me where I had to lock up at him since he was taller than me.

I lowered my gaze to the ground blushing at how childish this made us both look. “No. To be honest we were bored and decided to just come down random stuff around Walmart. Oh geez that makes me sound so childish.” Smacking a hand to my forehead I groaned.

“Sometimes we all have to embrace our childish behavior every now and then. It doesn’t make me think any less of either of you.” He responded by looking between me and my friend Malia.

Tilting my head to the side I became curious at his words, never seeing any guy embrace my child like wonder. “What’s your name, stranger?”

“Uh, it's Dr. Reid. Spencer Reid…you don’t have to call me Dr…it’s just Spencer.” He cleared his throat, clearly becoming nervous by my question like he was shy about talking to girls. “What’s your name?”

Extending my hand he eyed my hand before briefly shaking it and then we dropped our hands down at our sides. “Rosalind, Rosalind Maxon. It’s nice to meet you, Spencer.”

“Could I buy you two a coffee or something?” He asked shifting his attention to Malia briefly but he held his focus on me the longest now.

Malia looped her arm through mine after we had hung the dresses back up the way we found them. Squeezing her hand in mine I nodded towards the nervous doctor. “Sure. I think we’re down for that.”

“We sure are, Spencie.” I grinned up at him following him when we walked towards the Starbucks inside the grocery store.

2 years later

Coming down the stairs carrying my light brown boots in my left hand and my other hand opens the door revealing my boyfriend of two years as of today. I was wearing a light red lace shirt, some blue jeans with my hair loose except for two strands tied back. “Hey Spencer, what do you think?”

“Hi Rosalind, you look….beautiful.” He hung his mouth open and was frozen in the doorway.

He was wearing a black jacket over one of his blue dress shirts paired with some dark brown pants and his sneakers. He also carried his sachale around like normal. “Come on in. Don’t want you getting cold or someone snatching you off my doorstep.” I moved out of the way and he stepped inside, shutting the door behind himself.

“You know we should probably make a password or get you a security camera. That way you can see the people outside your house before you answer the door.” He suggested sitting his bag by the door.

Grabbing my keys from the kitchen island I raised a brow at him. “Is that really necessary?”

“Studies have shown repeatedly that it is.” He said back.

I nodded. “Guess I should not argue with a genius with an eidetic memory. So am I picking where to eat tonight or you?”

“You pick. But I’m paying for dinner.” He says picking up his bag again and heading towards the door. I shut the door behind me, locking it following behind his one stride to my two strides. We drove to the Arby’s near my house.

Sliding into one side of the booth Spencer slides in on the other side. We both had gotten roast beef sliders with cheese and I got some curly fries. Spencer and I have been together secretly for almost two years. “I know we haven’t had this conversation yet, but why aren’t we telling your team yet?”

“I just don’t want to rush you into it. I told you before about the job that I have. The things that we see day in and day out. I just don’t want to freak you out.” He explained sitting his slider down on the napkin.

Shaking my head at him I smiled. “Spencer, calm down. You won’t freak me out.”

“Yeah but when we met you and Malia were dancing around like princesses. You have an innocence in you that I don’t want to see gone from you.” Spencer replied.

Reaching for a fry I smiled tossing some fries at him. “Oh you mean like this.”

“Roz!” He chuckled, holding his hands up to not get a fry in the eyes.

I picked up some more fries and threw them where some actually ended up in his hair. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You freaking love Halloween. This is no different.”

“If I do this right then it should land…right there.” He bent his spoon back with a fry on it. He released it and I scrunched my nose when it hit me dead between the eyes.

Blinking my eyes I glared at him briefly before I giggled back at him. “See you like your inner child, same as me.”

“Yeah we make a good team that way.” He chuckled, staring down at his watch seeing it was almost ten now. “Oh we should probably go. I have to be at work early tomorrow morning.”

He laid down enough money and a tip then we drove on home. Unbuckling my seatbelt Spencer came around opening the car door for me. Putting my hand in his he led me up to the house and I got the door open again looking over my shoulder at him. “Hey I know you said it’s late and you have to work early. So I was thinking you could sleep here for the night if you wanted to, I mean.”

“Uh I appreciate it. I don’t want to intrude though. It’s your house.” Spencer shrugged his shoulders at me, he ran his fingers through his locks.

Throwing my hands up from my sides I tired once more. “Come on, Spencie. I don’t mind one bit. Otherwise I wouldn’t offer.”

“I appreciate the offer. I really do but I don’t want us to move too fast.” He avoided my gaze for a minute and I knew why. He wasn’t used to having a relationship. Even though it’s been two years we have only kissed a couple of times but we never slept the night at the other place.

Walking up to him I smiled, draping my arms over his shoulders, kissing him gently. “Can I still call you if I’m bored later?”

“Yes.” He smiled putting one hand on my waist holding me close to him, but he broke the kiss briefly.

Parting my lips I paused thinking about what I had told him a few months after we had been dating. “If I have nightmares again can I call ya?” Something that I didn’t like talking about after what happened to me. He never judged me over what happened.

“Definitely yes.” He nodded, kissing my forehead where we separated and I walked backwards into the doorway. He turned on his heels reaching into his pocket drawing a necklace from his pocket. “I almost forgot to give you this. I found it at the store one day.”

He dropped it into my hands and I grinned seeing it was a necklace with a tiny silver looking slipper attached to it. “Awe Spencer. It’s my own glass slipper.”

“Yeah I remembered Cinderella was your favorite.” Spencer smiled, clicking his tongue and I saw him get slightly embarrassed.

Clipping the jewelry around my neck I waved bye to him finally going inside and shutting the door behind me. “Night Reid.” Turning around on my feet I moved past the kitchen feeling the cold wind coming in but I knew I didn’t leave the windows open when we left. The wooden floor creaked underneath my boots and I paused when I noticed broken glass from the back door.

The floor creaked in a different room making me whip my head around and I gasped stumbling backwards to see my father Deacon. “Long time no see, Ella.” He stood in front of me holding something behind his back.

“How did you find me?” I questioned him.

He responded back. “It took time after your mother put me in jail. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I’m here now and that we can pick up where we left off.”

“I was six when she got you locked up. We can’t go back and change the past.” I attempted to walk away from him and grab my phone from my pocket but I heard a gun cock behind me.

He instructed me to aim the gun at me when I slowly turned around to face him again. “We’ll see about that, princess. You come with me willingly or we have to do this the hard way.”

“Like hell I will!” I ran forward and managed to tackle him to the floor. My father dropped the gun but was stronger than me so he held me down with his body.

He snatched the gun that was by one of my feet, aiming it at me where I froze knowing he meant business now. Wrapping my hands around his wrist he only had the gun barely from pressing my chest. “You’re done fighting now.” He raised the gun and hit me over the head with it where I blacked out.

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Another part of my dad! Ben Hardy series Little James which was requested by the lovely @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf thank you for the idea.

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"We're not staying long buddy, just dropping a few things off that's all." Ben promised as he looked down to the four-year-old clinging to his arm.

Ben and (Y/n) had just picked James up from preschool but instead of going straight home they had taken a detour to head to Ben's brother's house to drop some stuff off. It was no secret that James didn't like going to his aunt and uncle's home, he was only comfortable in his own home or his grandparent's house. It wasn't that he didn't like his aunt and uncle, he just didn't feel comfortable being in their home which was why his parents knew they wouldn't be staying long.

(Y/n) looked over at Ben when as soon as they entered the house, James sat down on the stairs a few feet from the door. Sitting there meant fewer interactions with people and it was a smaller space where he could be on his own. He didn't want to go into the living room because he didn't know where to sit. His relatives always tried to encourage him to play with his cousin Maddy but he didn't want to. She was overwhelming to him because she was such a chatterbox and very pushy which made James nervous. Needless to say, his aunt and uncle didn't quite understand his conditions which reflected on his actions. He liked solitude and he felt better sitting out the way of them all.

"Not coming to say hello?" (Y/n) questioned, bending down on her knees in front of James, her hands resting on his sides as he shook his head. "You can sit with daddy." Her head turned to glance at Ben again who nodded, motioning with his hands for James to come over to him. Ben would gladly carry him around for a bit if it made him feel better rather than sitting here on his own like this.

"I promise we'll be quick, your colours are in your bag buddy you could do that for a few minutes." Ben suggested when James shook his head, his head tilting down to look at his knees as he was sure he wanted to stay where he was.

(Y/n) kissed his temple before getting up as he started to grab his colouring book and pencil case from his bag. Colouring really did seem to be the one thing that helped James so both parents were encouraging it whenever they could. Ben had promised to take James to the shops soon so he could pick out a new colouring book or some paints or anything to do with craft since he liked to create things too.

The little boy was very content sitting on the second to last step on the stairs, his focus on the Harry Potter book on his lap that had many pages fully coloured and a few half coloured in. Sometimes he got frustrated with the amount of detail on the pictures and had to change to a new picture, sometimes he just got fed up and started a new one. But he loved the satisfaction he felt when he finished one and neither parent had seen him smile wider than when he presented his pictures to them and saw their amazement and gratification. They had been trying to encourage the behaviour that if he got mad with how a picture was turning out, he should just start a fresh one so he could go back to the other one later.

James shuffled to the right so he was leaning against the wall when he heard the pattering of footsteps. Trying to keep himself calm when he noticed Maddy coming bounding down the stairs.

Maddy was five, a year older than James and she always seemed to try and talk to him. Sometimes Ben and even (Y/n) wondered if she tried to talk to him because she knew she could annoy him. She could pester him with her chatter and he would either walk away from her or just get angry and huff or tell her to go away. She tried to get him to play games with her or join in with whatever he was doing but the little boy ignored her for his peace of mind.

Today seemed to be no different, the young girl attempted to sit down before James moved his bag from his shoulder onto the step next to him to stop her. His eyes fluttering around from his book to his cousin and to the door. Wishing he could go and sit in the car to be safe and alone until his parents took him home but he knew he couldn't. James also knew he couldn't walk out without his parents, it wasn't right nor safe and he had to feel safe.

Whatever Maddy was saying went in one ear and out the other as James' shoulders rose up, his body hunching over as she was speaking far too quickly for him to comprehend. Her volume was too loud for his liking and her presence was rather annoying.

Stuffing the pencil in his hand back into the case, James held his book and the case to his chest. Slinging the bag on his shoulder before hopping off the stairs, shuffling through into the living room in attempts to find his parents, needing to ask them if they could go yet. His eyes locked with his aunt who was sitting in the armchair across from the doorway, a smile on her features at seeing the pair of them walking through. Obviously thinking the two were getting along which was never the case.

"What are you two up to?" James gave no response, looking down to his book held tightly to his chest before he glanced around. Not seeing his parents here meaning they must be in the kitchen further ahead.

The four-year-old didn't have a chance to move one foot in the direction of the kitchen before Maddy was at his side again. Trying to reach for the book in his arms that she wanted a closer look at, either not caring how her cousin seemed upset or not noticing. Her hand grabbed the book but James turned away from her, pulling it back to his chest causing Maddy to jolt forward and James to stumble. His book and pencil case dropping to the carpeted floor, thus giving Maddy the opportunity to try and grab it.

James acted on instinct and impulse when he reached out and slapped her hand as soon as she tried to pick up the book. Not caring at the frown pulling at her features as she hit him back causing him to shiver before she took the book. Ben's name tore from the young boy's lips as tears welled in his eyes at seeing how careless Maddy was with his book. She was close to ripping the pages with the force she flicked through them with and the way she shook it as she looked through it. Acting fast, James snatched the book back, holding it protectively to his chest before pushing Maddy away from him and backing near to the wall.

His head snapped up to look at Amy, his aunt, who was now standing next to them.

The little boy's whole body began to shake when Amy raised her voice to him, telling him how he couldn't do that and how naughty and mean he was being to Maddy for pushing her. James didn't like to be shouted at, it made him scared and uncomfortable but it was worse when it was for something he didn't realise he had done wrong. Maddy was the one who had provoked him and made him upset, she was the one who had almost damaged his book that he didn't want her to hold. He was simply taking his possession back and stopping her from being rude.

"What are you doing?" For a split second, James thought Ben's rather stern tone of voice was directed at him before he noticed his dad glaring at his brother's wife.

Ben's hand reached down and rested on the back of James' head, his other wrapping around his boy's back when his son pressed himself into his father's leg. His trembling causing Ben to shake as his eyes burned with anger. He had heard her shouting and he had looked into the living room to see Maddy trying to take James' book before he pushed her away. Tilting his head down Ben looked down to James, his thumb brushing over his son's cheek to try and calm him down as (Y/n) rushed through, bending down on her knees beside James who held his book out to her. Trusting her to hold it and not damage it.

"S-she b...bent the pages." James sniffed, pointing to the few pages in the middle of the book where the corners and edges of the pages were creased and slightly bent. He liked his colouring books to be precise and neat, he didn't want them damaged because they were precious to him. Looking down to the book, (Y/n) unfolded the corners, trying to smooth out the creases.

"I'll sort that out sweetheart, don't worry." She promised, her tone reassuring as she knew the creases could be smoothed out. (Y/n) grabbed his pencil case from the floor, looking to Ben who was the picture of anger. "Come on, we'll go and sit in the car." Reaching over she gently picked James up, cradling him to her shoulder as Ben leaned to kiss his forehead before she bypassed Amy to go and get James' bag and go wait outside. Her son was trembling like a leaf and he was crying in clear distress. She wasn't waiting in here to sort this out when it would only upset him further.

Ben watched Maddy drift through into the kitchen where George, his brother was before he looked back to Amy. The actor was always a bit wary of having her around James because she didn't take notice of his conditions. They told her James was sensitive and got upset but she ignored that as if it didn't matter and that wasn't okay in a lot of circumstances. It didn't help that she let Maddy get away with murder.

"I've told you before not to talk like that to James especially if you won't even talk to your own kid like that." Ben wasn't having her act like Maddy was innocent because everyone in the family knew the little girl annoyed James all the time and on purpose too. Everyone but Amy told her off for it.

"Excuse me? James pushed and hit her she was only trying to look at his silly book." Her arms folded over her chest as Ben dug his nails into the palms of his hands to try and tone down his temper that was beginning to flare. If James felt threatened like that he was hardly going to stand there without lashing out. He felt like Maddy was attacking him when she tried to take his things that he only allowed his parents to hold, it wasn't as if she had asked him either. She just tried to take what she wanted.

"So Maddy can go around trying to snatch whatever she wants and it's fine? James hit her because she tried to take his book, it wasn't right but she shouldn't have tried to take it. He gets upset, he feels uncomfortable but his colouring helps so it is not silly. If he doesn't want anyone to touch his book no one should."

If Ben didn't want people to touch or take his wallet and he told people that they wouldn't bat an eyelid. If James didn't want people to touch or take his book then the same rules applied, it should be fine and it should be acknowledged. He had calming mechanisms to make him feel safe and the book was one of them. It was his possession so no one should try and take it, Maddy needed to learn she had to ask to take things she couldn't just expect to snatch whatever she wanted like that.

"He pushed her-"

"She hit him. Listen to me, James has autism that isn't something you can ignore because you don't understand it. He feels different things and he learns in different ways, so if he wants to colour he can and if he doesn't want your daughter snatching his stuff then she can't do that."

Amy couldn't dismiss James' needs and his little ways because she didn't understand them. If she didn't know why he did certain things differently or needed coping mechanisms or acted differently then she needed to talk to Ben and (Y/n) about it so she understood. Acting like James thought and acted in the same way she did was not going to do anything and it would only make things worse. She couldn't go around treating him like this if it was going to make him worse, she needed to understand his condition before she tried to discipline him like that.

"I can't tell you how to parent your kid but I am telling you now that you can't talk to my son like that again."

It wasn't Ben's place to tell Amy how she should bring Maddy up or how to discipline her. But it was Ben's place to protect James and it was his place to tell Amy that she was not allowed to treat his son like that, he wasn't having James get upset like that when it wasn't his fault and there wasn't a reason for it. She needed to respect James and his little ways and his condition, that wasn't a debate that was a fact.

Ben made his way out of the house, slamming the door behind him as he went. When he reached the car parked on the front he climbed in the driver's seat, turning around so he could look into the back where (Y/n) and James were sitting.

(Y/n) was sat in the middle, James perched on her lap with his head resting on her shoulder as he watched her smooth out all of the creases in the few crinkled pages. The tears had finally stopped falling from his eyes but he still looked a little worked up. Motioning with his hands Ben indicated for James to come over to him. Picking up the little boy when he moved over to him, curling up on Ben's lap as (Y/n) started putting his things back into his backpack.

"You alright now buddy?" Ben questioned before pressing his lips to the little boy's head after he nodded in response. "Good, aunt Amy shouldn't have shouted at you she knows that but we have to work on trying to calm down when we get upset buddy." Ben's head leaned against James' as he gently swayed them, thankful that James hadn't burst out into tears or felt any worse than earlier. He had calmed down immensely in a short space of time which was an improvement Ben was proud of.

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Tell Me You’re Pretty (Ben Hardy Imagine)

Fandom: RPF, BoRhap Cast

Pairing: Ben Hardy x You

Characters: Ben Hardy, You, Reader

Word Count: 630 // Rating: Gen

Summary: You and Ben run lines

Tags/ Warnings: Kissing, Drabble, Established Relationship, Love, I Would Marry Peter Mitchell, Inspiration of this Post

Notes: Requested by @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf​ [updated 9/22]

Imagine with Ben hardy where you’re a director and he’s in your film and you’re already dating??? 

You had come to Ben’s dressing room to see if he could come to the stage. This was usually an assistants job, not the directors, but seeing as he was your boyfriend you didn’t mind doing it. You knocked on the dressing room door before gently opening it and found him pacing the length of the small room, script in hand.

‘Hey,’ you said as you leaned against the door watching him casually. ‘Hey,’ he said with a smile though his furrowed brow showed signs of tension. ‘You okay?’ You asked concerned. ‘Yeah,’ he sighed, ‘I just can’t get this scene to stick in my mind. I keep forgetting every line.’ ‘Well, we don’t want that…and we’ve still got five minutes or so. C’mon, give it ‘ere and I’ll run lines with you,’ you said coming to stand opposite as you held your hand out for him to hand it over. ‘You’re a star,’ he smiled. ‘Can’t have you embarrassing me,’ you winked as you scanned the document for your starting line as the leading lady opposite Ben’s character.

‘What do you want me to say?’ you asked taking on your new persona. Ben flicked from his own demeanour and became his character. ‘Let me ask you something, Lizzie,’ he said in his new mid-west American accent, ‘do you think you’re pretty?’ ‘More natural-’ you commented and Ben rolled his eyes as you flipped into director mood, ‘oops… Sorry..’ ‘Let me ask you something,’ he said blowing past it with a wink, ‘do you think you’re pretty?’ ‘No, I’m plain.’ ‘You don’t know you’re a woman.’ ‘I am a woman,’ you said. He was looking at you and you didn’t fail to notice he was unbearably close. ‘Every woman is pretty.’ ‘Not me.’ ‘Close your eyes, Lizzie,’ he said and you obliged though you realised this put you at a disadvantage as you could no longer see the script. Quick thinking you chose to look down and through your lashes so you could still see. You felt his arms touch your shoulders as his voice dropped low in tone though he didn’t drop volume, ‘tell me you’re pretty.’ ‘I-I…I can’t.’ ‘Say it,’ he whispered, ‘say it, Lizzie.’ ‘I’m pretty!’ You said looking up at him with a smile as you moved to press a kiss to his lips.

‘What are you doing?’ he mumbled as you pulled back. ‘Kissing you,’ you said, ‘as it says in the script.’ He took the script from you and shook his head before he pointed at the line in question and said, ‘actually this says that he kisses her.’ ‘Right,’ you chuckled, ‘do you want to try it again.’ ‘I’m all about getting it right,’ he said throwing the script aside. ‘Okay…’ you said closing your eyes as you had the lines memorised now. ‘Tell me you’re pretty,’ he said. ‘I can’t,’ you whispered. ‘Say it. Say it, Lizzie. Tell me you’re pretty.’ ‘I’m pretty,’ you said. Your eyes were still closed but you felt his arms leave his sides and pull your waist towards him. You stood up on your tiptoes to meet him and you felt his nose bump yours as his lips ghosted yours before he kissed you tenderly. Your arms encircled his shoulders as he pulled you closer, probing your bottom lip begging you to deepen the kiss.

The two of you parted, breathless and Ben placed his forehead on yours as you chuckled at his now mussed appearance. ‘Thanks for running lines with me,’ he said. ‘Like I said, can’t have you embarrassing me out there. And that kiss was far from embarrassing.’ ‘So you want me to kiss her like that?’ he joked. ‘I’ll see how I feel when I’m directing,’ you said with a wink.

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