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mxsmwndr · 4 years

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Imagine...

You're the reason Ben's squad leader

The echo of a body thudding against a mat bounced off walls, followed by snickering.

"Next time--" Ringer teased.

Ben cut her off by wrapping his legs around her own. He pushed her back, and she fell with a sudden crash. Ben held in a laugh. Ringer groaned, and got up. She held her hands in front of her face, now in fists.

"Again," She said.

Ben sighed, and helped himself up to mirror Ringer's position.

Ringer brought her fist forward, but Ben blocked it with his fist. He brought his leg under Ringer's, and let gravity take its toll. Before he knew it, he was straddling Ringer's torso, with his forearm resting on her throat.

Ringer chuckled at Ben. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?" She asked. Ben got off, and helped his friend up. Like you would.

"A friend," He said. He didn't want to say much. He didn't want to tell her it was you that taught him to fight. He didn't want to tell her that you were the reason he was so kind to Nugget and the other little ones. That you were the reason he was squad leader.

Ben tore his gaze from Ringers', who took it as a hint that this 'friend' was a touchy topic. She pushed him onward, though. She needed to know more.

"They died," Ringer said. She meant it as a question, but it came out as a statement. Like usual.

Ben visibly flinched, and reluctantly nodded his head to confirm Ringer's guess.

"You guys must have been pretty tight, then." Ringer added. Once again, Ben nodded. He didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to speak.

"Do you miss them?"

Ben looked up to Ringer, "With all of my heart," he eventually said. It was true. And yet, Ben felt guilty for your death. He felt like those five words were an understatement, and that he'd never be able to express his grief towards you.

Ringer forced a smile, an attempt to brighten the mood, and found a spot on the mat below her. "Tell me more," She said, patting her hand down. Ben looked to her, his dark eyebrows furrowed, but took his spot across from Ringer.

"They... they meant the world," Ben said. His voice cracked with the last word. Ben cleared his throat, and tried again. "They..." He laughed. "I loved them. So, so much. More than you could believe, but..."

"But the waves got them," Ringer guessed. Ben pressed his lips together and pushed his tongue against the roof of his mouth--something you used to do to stop yourself from crying.

"Yeah," He forced. "The waves..."

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imaginesjustforfun · 7 years

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I’ll make your dreams come true (smut)

Please give me feedback on this! it’s my second smut ever and i don’t know what to think about it.

Warnings : smut, oral (both receiving)

2090 words

« Please » you moaned, squirming around the bed, « Please ». He was teasing you, barely touching you, wanting to turn you into a writhing mess. « What do you want from me? » he asked, his voice deep and raspy. « Ben I want you, please » You whined and he chuckled, his hands sliding up your thighs, stopping when he reached the hem of your tight shorts. He tugged them down along your panties. He spread your legs and his face got closer and closer to where you needed him the most-

A hand lightly shaking your shoulder woke you up. Your eyes met Ben’s and you cursed under your breath. Hopefully you didn’t moan out loud.

« Hey, you okay? » He asked with a hint of concern in his eyes.

« Um yeah, I’m… um… good » you muttered, trying to focus on his eyes so your eyes wouldn’t drift down to his toned arms and chest. « What’s up? », you tried to play it off as if you weren’t moaning his name in your sleep a minute ago.

« I don’t know, you were tossing around and-»

« I guess I was having a nightmare » you nervously chuckled and you saw a flash of realization in his eyes. You were fucked.

« Do you moan a lot in your nightmares? » he smirked, crossing his arms on your bed and placing his head on his folded arms, watching you intensely.

You guys shared a bunk bed, you were sleeping in the one at the top and he slept under you, so of course he heard everything.

« I don’t know what you’re talking about » you nervously chuckled as his fingers running up and down your arms.

« Don’t you? » he raised an eyebrow and you shook your head. « Maybe you don’t remember the part where you moaned my name then? » he asked in a smirk and you blushed instantly.

« I don’t- I didn’t… » you stuttered but he cut you. « Don’t lie to me, how about you tell me what I was doing to you instead? » he tilted his head to the side, his face getting closer to yours. « Come on, don’t be shy. Who knows, I could make your dreams come true », he whispered and you let out an almost inaudible moan.

« You were about to go down on me » you mumbled quickly under your breath.

« What was that? » he asked with a cocky smile, he heard you very well but he still wanted you to say it again.

« You were about to go down on me » you repeated, a little louder.

« If that’s what you wanted, why not just ask? » he said, walking to the end of the bed and yanking you by the ankles so your legs would be dangling off the bed. His face was on your thighs’ level and his hands slowly went up to take your pajama shorts off. “I’ll make your dreams come true". He kissed your inner thighs, one after the other, slowly going up to your panties. You let out a moan but he hushed you, remembering you that you weren’t alone in the room, but sharing it with yours and Ben’s squad, which meant ten other people were sleeping around you peacefully, and the high risk of being caught just made you even more aroused.

« Please », you muttered in a moan, and he quickly ripped your panties off, pulling your thighs so your core would meet his mouth. You slapped your hand on your mouth to muffle your moans as his lips met your heat, his tongue slipping between your folds to spread your arousal. His hands pinned your hips down to stop you from writhing around as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it as his tongue flicked at the swollen nub. Your squirmed around at every soft flick of his tongue, his grip on your hips tightening to keep you steady.

His mouth left your clit, his tongue circling your entrance before he pushed it in. Your back arched and your hands flew to his hair, trying to make him go deeper. His tongue brushed your sensitive walls and you squealed, his mouth quickly leaving your core, making you feel empty.

« You need to be quiet, or I’ll stop » he warned and you mumbled a quick « yes ».

He gripped your thighs again but instead of using his tongue, he shoved two fingers into you and you had to put the pillow over your face to keep yourself from moaning out too loudly.

He pumped his fingers at a fast pace and his lips wrapped around your clit for a second time, sucking harshly. Your legs clamped shut around his head but he used his free hand to open them again. His fingers curled inside of you, brushing against your walls and prodding your g-spot continuously.

Ben grinned against your clit, his fingers speeding up, shoving them in until he was knuckles deep. « You like that? » You squealed in response, Ben chuckling. His breath hit your clit, causing you to shake violently. « You should cum for me then. » He sucked on your clit again, his tongue writing his name on your nub. You were losing all motor functions, your body shaking heavily. « Come on. Cum for me baby ». It’s all it took for you to let out a filthy moan and come all over his fingers, his tongue cleaning up the mess you’ve made.

« Oh my god » you sighed as you came down from your earth shattering high as his hands were rubbing your inner thighs in a soothing motion, but it just made you even more aroused. You needed him.

You sat up and got your panties back on, jumping off your bed and landing on your feet in front of him. As soon as you faced him he gripped your hips and yanked you toward him, your body crashing on his. Your lips collided with great force, the kiss full of need and lust. He bit your lower lip and you moaned, and he slipped his tongue between your parted lips. He hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he started walking towards the bathroom without breaking the kiss. He stopped next to his bed to grab something in his bag before walking to the bathroom you shared with the other members of your squads.

He let you reach the floor and interrupted the kiss to take off his shirt while you yanked his sweatpants off his legs and he kicked them off his feet. You could see his hardened length creating a bulge in his boxers, begging to be set free.

You dropped on your knees in front of him, his jaw clenching in realization of what was to come. You looked up at him innocently, your finger pulling at the hem of the boxers and let them snap back against his hot skin. He hissed in pleasure, his hand going to caress your face. You caught his thumb between your lips and you swirled your tongue around it, his hand gripping your jaw. You sucked on his thumb for a few seconds before he retreated his hand.

« How about you show me the full potential of that pretty little mouth of yours huh? » he groaned and you nodded before sliding his boxers down his legs. His hard length slapped his stomach, and you gripped him in your hands, pumping slowly. Your mouth met his tip, tongue slipping out to collect the precum that was already leaking from his slit. You wrapped your lips around his swollen tip and sucked on it harshly before letting it go with a “pop” to run your tongue on the vein of the underside of his cock. You took him back in your mouth, going deeper this time. Once he tapped the back of your throat you hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing your head up and down.

Ben was letting out the sexiest moans, and you clamped your legs shut to try to relieve the pressure that was rising in your core. His hands went to your hair, creating a ponytail. He pushed your head so you could take him a little deeper, and with his hands he set the pace, a bit rougher and faster than the pace you were going at.

With a particularly rough thrust, he triggered your gag reflex and the tightening of your throat made him groan loudly, thrusting again and again until his cock twitched and his salty release shot to the back of your throat.

You kept sucking until his length was too sensitive before getting back up and pecking his lips. He cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss, the lust quickly coming back as you felt him harden again against your hip.

He tapped the back of your thighs and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist once more. He slammed your back against a wall, slipping your panties to the side. He swiped a finger between your folds, noticing how wet you were.

« All for me? » he asked and you nodded and whined. « Such a good girl, so needy and desperate. I got you off once, wasn’t it enough? »

He grabbed a condom that was on the counter nearby, probably what he grabbed in his bag earlier, and rolled it on his thick length.

« Please, Ben please » you threw your head back. « I want you ». As soon as the three words escaped your lips, he entered you with one deep thrust, filling you to the hilt. He clamped a hand on your mouth to keep you from moaning out loud as he set a fast pace. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat, and tightened a little. « I want you to be quiet, can you be quiet for me? » he asked against your lips, eyes staring deep into yours. You nodded quickly before crashing your lips on his and he started thrusting again.

You choked on your own moans, letting out quiet whines. Your noises turned him on, urging him to an ever faster speed: he was now basically pounding you into the wall, the hand around your throat constricting your airflow.

A cry escaped your lips as he hit your g-spot, smirking as soon as he heard you. Ben’s grip tightened around your ass, his pace quickening and the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot at every thrust. The pain of your back being rubbed raw against the wall was quickly forgotten as your high approached, your vision filling with white dots.

« I can feel you clenching around me » he groaned. « You like that? Are you gonna come? » he continued and all you could do was whine in response. One particularly deep thrust had you coming all over his length, your walls clenching around his tightly, making him moan and come into the condom. He kept thrusting lazily for a few, riding off your highs, until you were both too sensitive to keep going.

He let your feet reach the floor, holding you by the waist to keep you steady as your legs wobbled, threatening to buckle under you.

He helped you put your clothes back on and carried you to bed.

« Who would’ve thought Ben Parish was so rough in bed! »

« Ben Parish is dead » he simply replied, lifting you up to your bed and helping you get under the covers. He was about to go back to his own bed to sleep for the little bit of time you have left before training, but you grabbed his face and pulled him close to yours.

« Well I like the new you a lot » you grinned, before pecking him on the lips and letting him go, turning around to face the opposite side. He chuckled and got into bed. After a few minutes of silence, the light snores of our squad members filling the room, he spoke. « Now that I fucked you so hard that you can’t walk, maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to finally kick your ass at training » he chuckled and you laughed, almost too loudly.

« Shut the fuck up »

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newt-fangirls · 9 years

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Ben Parish fanfic (Lovely Little Lies) part three is up NOW

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mxsmwndr · 5 years

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Pillow Fights Solve Everything

(fem!version)

Pairing: Ben Parish x Reader

Summary: You and Ben are secretly dating--or so you think (pre-waves). (Would this be considered an AU?)

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name

Warnings: None? It's unedited... but so are all of my others.

A/N: So this idea sounded a lot better in my mind, but I decided it was too late to turn back. Click here for the male!reader version and here for the gendernotspecified!version!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ben, or you. Only Calvin.

Calvin Scott was Ben Parish's best friend. He told him everything. Ben as well.

Or at least that was what Cal assumed.

He never assumed that Ben had a secret girlfriend. Let alone, that his secret girlfriend would be you. But he did, and you were. A little over two months ago Ben asked you out, and of course, you said yes. However, the two of you decided to keep it a secret, considering Ben had a group of crazy fangirls constantly trailing him, and your (parent/guardian) didn't like him one bit. But the fact that your friend groups didn't like each other didn't help, either.

In a way, the two of you were like Romeo and Juliet. But, you guys were smart enough to check for a pulse before jumping to conclusions if someone died. So maybe it was more like Danny and Sandy.

"Ben."

"Ben!"

"BEN!"

Ben Parish jumped in his chair slightly, "What?" He asked Cal.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked. He must have seen the confusion written on Ben's face, because he followed up with: “You’re staring at her again. Forget it, man. She’s off limits.” Cal said, shaking his head while he frowned.

Ben knew better than to roll his eyes, so he didn’t. But he was *this* close to. Instead, he sighed, and moved his attention to the food in front of him.

“Seriously, man,” Cal said. “There something goin’ on with you?”

“N-no,” Ben said. He just wanted to go home, with you in his arms, and play with your hair as you fell asleep. “Why?” He asked, looking over to Cal once again.

“You keep staring at that girl for like, the thousandth time.” Cal reminded him.

Ben rolled his eyes, “It’s not the thousandth...” He said.

“Mm-hmm. And I’m going to become a professional softball player. Look, I get t, you like her, but you know you can’t have her--”

“Says who?”

“Everyone!” Cal said a little too loudly. The cafeteria fell silent, and everyone stared, including you. Soon, everyone went back to their conversations.

Cal sighed, and closed his eyes. “Just... please don’t get involved with this. It’s... it’s not worth it. There are plenty of other girls for you that aren’t her. Like... Janie? What about her?”

“Janie Fredericksen?” Ben asked, but shook his head.

He didn’t want just ‘any other girl’, he wanted you.

And it killed Cal inside.

Your moment was interrupted by the sound of a door slamming open, and someone dropping textbooks. You jumped at the sudden noise, away from Ben, and looked to the source of the disruption.

It was Calvin Scott.

"Oh shit." Ben cursed under his breath.

Cal stood in front of you two, bug-eyed and jaw dropped.

"Ben? Was that you?" Mrs. Parish's voice came from downstairs.

Ben cleared his throat, "Uh... yeah. Yeah, I uh, just dropped my books."

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. Yep." Ben said, not daring to drop eye contact with Cal. "We're fine."

"Okay, then," she said.

Cal blinked, and that must have set everything off.

"Listen, I can explain--"

Cal scoffed, "Yeah, you better." He shot out. "I'm givin' you thirty seconds. Go."

"Okay, so basically I've been dating (Y/n) for the past two months, but it's been the best two months of my life, and I know it's wrong but I love her, and she loves me and we're so happy and... please, Cal, don't be mad."

"Mad? Mad?! How can I not be mad?!? I just found out my best friend literally is Romeo, and he's dating Juliet!" Cal threw his hands up in the air. "I can't believe--"

"I know, I know. But--"

"No!" Cal said, pointing a finger at Ben. "You don't get to talk."

"Then can I?" You asked. Cal froze, and stared at you. "I understand why you're mad. If I were you, I'd be too, but give me five minutes. Okay? Just five minutes..." You trailed off. Cal stared at you, but you took that as a yes. "Okay, so like Ben said, we've been dating for about two months now, and it's been great. Everything's perfect... almost. Now I get why you're mad, because I'd be too, if I was in your shoes. But I'm not.

"Anyway, he wanted to tell you about us, Ben did. You were the first person he asked if he could tell, but I said no. I know it's stupid and selfish, but you know how things are. It just wouldn't work out, no matter how hard we wanted it to. Especially if we wanted it to.

"Ben and I... I don't know how to say it. We're... everything just feels so perfect when I'm with him. Like nothing can go wrong. Lkke there's no south side, no north side, nothing. No rivalries, or fights... you know?" Cal slowly nodded his head, and you sighed. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love Ben, and you should too. You're his best friend, nothing can change that. Not me, not you, not even some stupid rivalry. So if you're going to end your friendship with him because of me, don't. It's not worth it, trust me."

It took Cal exactly three tries to get the words out of his mouth, but once he finally did, he said: "But why didn't you tell me?"

You and Ben exchanged looks, and Ben sighed. "I don't know, man. I just... I got nothing."

"It was me," You said. "Like I said, I told him not to. You know, 'cause of the rules."

Cal looked to you when you spoke, the Ben, as if he needed conformation. Ben nodded his head, and that was all Cal needed.

He closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with two fingers. "I just... wow." He said. "This is... what am I supposed to say to this?" Cal asked, his eyes flickering towards yours for a second, before going back to Ben's.

Ben's eyes widened, and he threw his hands back in surrender. "Don't look at me! I don't know! (Y/n), help!"

You smiled, "How am I supposed to know?" You asked, slyly grabbing a pillow from behind Ben. Suddenly, you wacked him with it. Right in the face.

Ben fell back onto the bed, and you tossed another pillow to Cal, who caught it and ran over to Ben. The boys laughed, while hitting each other in what soon became a full on 'pillow war'. You laughed as well, until Ben's mom interrupted the three of you.

She knocked on the door, before opening it. "Ben, does Cal want to--oh!" She said, scanning her sons' room, and then your faces. She stopped at yours, making you nervous. But she soon smiled, "Who's this?"

Cal and Ben shared an obvious panicked expression, so you decided to step in. "I'm (Y/n), we're partners for a science project." You turned your phone on, and read the time. "And uh, it's actually getting kinda late, so I gotta go. Cya later, Ben. Cal." You said, mocking a salute as you rose off of Ben's bed.

"She's cute!" You heard Ben's mom say.

"Mom!" Ben shouted, causing you to smirk, while Calvin bursted into a fit of laughter.

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mxsmwndr · 5 years

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Pillow Fights Solve Everything (male!version)

Pairing: Ben Parish x Reader

Summary: You and Ben are secretly dating–or so you think (pre-waves). (Would this be considered an AU?)

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name

Warnings: Slight homophobia? Not even, I don’t think. It’s also unedited… but so are all of my others.

A/N: So this idea sounded a lot better in my mind, but I decided it was too late to turn back. Click here for the fem!version and here for the gendernotspecified!version!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Ben, or you. Only Cal.

Calvin Scott was Ben Parish’s best friend. He told him everything. Ben as well.

Or at least that was what Cal assumed.

He never assumed that Ben had a secret boyfriend. Let alone, that he was gay and his secret boyfriend would be you. But he did, and you were. A little over two months ago Ben asked you out, and of course, you said yes. However, the two of you decided to keep it a secret, considering Ben had a group of crazy fangirls constantly trailing him, the fact that everyone thought the two of you were straight, and the idea that your (parent/guardian) didn’t like him one bit. But your friend groups didn’t like each other one bit, which did anything but help.

In a way, the two of you were like Romeo and Juliet. But, you guys were smart enough to check for a pulse before jumping to conclusions if someone died. So maybe it was more like Danny and Sandy. Only dudes.

“Ben.”

“Ben!”

“BEN!”

Ben Parish jumped in his chair slightly, “What?” He asked Cal.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked. He must have seen the confusion written on Ben’s face, because he followed up with: “You’re staring again. What’s your problem, anyway?” Cal said, looking behind him, to where Ben was staring.

Ben knew better than to roll his eyes, so he didn’t. But he was *this* close to it. Instead, he sighed, and moved his attention to the food in front of him.

“Seriously, man,” Cal said. “There something goin’ on with you?”

“N-no,” Ben said. He just wanted to go home, with you in his arms, and play with your hair as you fell asleep. “Why?” He asked, looking over to Cal once again.

“You keep staring over there, for the thousandth time today.” Cal reminded him.

Ben rolled his eyes, “It’s not the thousandth…” He said.

“Mm-hmm. And I’m going to become a professional softball player. Look, I get it, you’re tired.”

“It’s not just that--” The second the words escaped Ben’s lips, he regretted it.

“What it is? You’re gay?!” Cal said a little too loudly. The cafeteria fell silent, and everyone stared, including you. Cal gave Ben an apologetic look, and soon everyone went back to their conversations.”I’m sorry man, I shouldn’t have said that. I know you’re not.”

Do you? Ben wondered to himself.

Cal sighed, and closed his eyes. “Just… please try to get some sleep. We have a football game, and, wait, Homecoming’s coming! You should get a girl! Wait, no, ask Janie out!”

“Janie Fredericksen?” Ben asked, but shook his head.

He didn’t want just ‘a girl’, he wanted you.

And it killed Cal inside.

–

Suddenly, your lips locked tightly, and Ben pushed against you, and you leaned down on his bed slowly. Ben crawled on top of you, not daring to release you lips.

Your moment was interrupted by the sound of a door slamming open, and someone dropping textbooks. You jumped at the sudden noise, away from Ben, and looked to the source of the disruption.

It was Calvin Scott.

“Oh shit.” Ben cursed under his breath, jumping off of you.

Cal stood in front of you two, bug-eyed and jaw dropped.

“Ben? Was that you?” Mrs. Parish’s voice came from downstairs.

Ben cleared his throat, “Uh… yeah. Yeah, I uh, just dropped my books.”

“Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah. Yep.” Ben said, not daring to drop eye contact with Cal. “We’re fine.”

“Okay, then,” she said.

Cal blinked, and that must have set everything off.

“Listen, I can explain–”

Cal scoffed, “Yeah, you better.” He shot out. “I’m givin’ you thirty seconds. Go.”

“Okay, so basically I’ve been dating (Y/n) for the past two months, but it’s been the best two months of my life, and I know you might think it’s wrong but I love him, and he loves me and we’re so happy together and… please, Cal, don’t be mad.”

“Mad? Mad?! How can I not be mad?!? I just found out my best friend literally is Romeo, and he’s dating Juliet!” Cal threw his hands up in the air. “ No offence, man. But I can’t believe–”

“I know, I know. But–”

“No!” Cal said, pointing a finger at Ben. “You don’t get to talk.”

“Then can I?” You asked. Cal froze, and stared at you. “I understand why you’re mad. If I were you, I’d be too, but give me five minutes. Okay? Just five minutes…” You trailed off. Cal stared at you, but you took that as a yes. “Okay, so like Ben said, we’ve been dating for about two months now, and it’s been great. Everything’s perfect… almost. Now I get why you’re mad, because I’d be too, if I was in your shoes. But I’m not.

"Anyway, he wanted to tell you about us, Ben did. You were the first person he asked if he could tell, but I said no. I know it’s stupid and selfish, but you know how things are. It just wouldn’t work out, no matter how hard we wanted it to. Especially if we wanted it to.

"Ben and I… I don’t know how to say it. We’re… everything just feels so perfect when I’m with him. Like nothing can go wrong. Like there’s no homophobia, no social statuses, nothing. No bullies, or fights… you know?” Cal slowly nodded his head, and you sighed. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love Ben, and you should too. You’re his best friend, nothing can change that. Not me, not you, not even some stupid football players. So if you’re going to end your friendship with him because of me, don’t. It’s not worth it, trust me.”

It took Cal exactly three tries to get the words out of his mouth, but once he finally did, he said: “But why didn’t you tell me?”

You and Ben exchanged looks, and Ben sighed. “I don’t know, man. I just… I got nothing.”

“It was me,” You said. “Like I said, I told him not to. You know, ‘cause of everyone in school.”

Cal looked to you when you spoke, the Ben, as if he needed conformation. Ben nodded his head, and that was all Cal needed.

He closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with two fingers. “I just… wow.” He said. “This is… what am I supposed to say to this?” Cal asked, his eyes flickering towards yours for a second, before going back to Ben’s.

Ben’s eyes widened, and he threw his hands back in surrender. “Don’t look at me! I don’t know! (Y/n), help!”

You smiled, “How am I supposed to know?” You asked, slyly grabbing a pillow from behind Ben. Suddenly, you wacked him with it. Right in the face.

Ben fell back onto the bed, and you tossed another pillow to Cal, who caught it and ran over to Ben. The boys laughed, while hitting each other in what soon became a full on 'pillow war’. You laughed as well, until Ben’s mom interrupted the three of you.

She knocked on the door, before opening it. “Ben, does Cal want to–oh!” She said, scanning her sons’ room, and then your faces. She stopped at yours, making you nervous. But she soon smiled, “Who’s this?”

Cal and Ben shared an obvious panicked expression, so you decided to step in. “I’m (Y/n), we’re partners for a science project.” You turned your phone on, and read the time. “And uh, it’s actually getting kinda late, so I gotta go. Cya later, Ben. Cal.” You said, mocking a salute as you rose off of Ben’s bed.

“He’s cute!” You heard Ben’s mom say.

“Mom!” Ben shouted, causing you to smirk, while Calvin bursted into a fit of laughter.

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mxsmwndr · 4 years

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꓄ꃬꏂ 5꓄ꃬ ꅐꋬ꒦ꏂ ꂵꋬꑄ꓄ꏂꋪ꒒꒐ꑄ꓄

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Pillow Fights Solve Everything - You and Ben are secretly dating, but neither of you are good at keeping secrets. (Ben Parish x Reader)

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Pillow Fights Solve Everything (Gendernotspecified!version)

Pairing: Ben Parish x Reader

Summary: You and Ben are secretly dating–or so you think (pre-waves). (Would this be considered an AU?)

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name

Warnings: Slight bullying, I guess. It’s also unedited… but so are all of my others.

A/N: Click here for the fem!version and here for the male!version!!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Ben, and you own yourself. Cal is mine, though.

Calvin Scott was Ben Parish’s best friend. He told him everything. Ben as well.

Or at least that was what Cal assumed.

He never assumed that Ben was secretly dating anyone. Let alone, that it would be you. But he was, and you were. A little over two months ago Ben asked you out, and of course, you said yes. However, the two of you decided to keep it a secret, considering Ben had a group of crazy fangirls constantly trailing him, and your (parent/guardian) didn’t like him one bit. But the fact that your friend groups didn’t like each other didn’t help, either.

In a way, the two of you were like Romeo and Juliet. But, you guys were smart enough to check for a pulse before jumping to conclusions if someone died. So maybe it was more like Danny and Sandy.

“Ben.”

“Ben!”

“BEN!”

Ben Parish jumped in his chair slightly, “What?” He asked Cal.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked. He must have seen the confusion written on Ben’s face, because he followed up with: “You’re staring again. Forget it, man. They’re off limits. Let them hang with their weird friends.” Cal said, shaking his head while he frowned.

Ben knew better than to roll his eyes, so he didn’t. But he was *this* close to. Instead, he sighed, and moved his attention to the food in front of him.

“Seriously, man,” Cal said. “There something goin’ on with you? Are ya getting enough sleep?”

“N-no, yeah, um...” Ben said. He just wanted to go home, with you in his arms, and play with your hair as you fell asleep. “Why?” He asked, looking over to Cal once again.

“You keep staring at them for like, the thousandth time.” Cal reminded him.

Ben rolled his eyes, “It’s not the thousandth…” He said.

“Mm-hmm. And I’m going to become a professional softball player. Look, I get t, you like 'em, but you know you can’t have them–”

“Says who?”

“Logic!” Cal said a little too loudly. The cafeteria fell silent, and everyone stared, including you. Soon, everyone went back to their conversations. “You’re Ben Freakin’ Parish!” He whisper-shouted. Cal sighed, and closed his eyes. “Just… please don’t get involved with this. It’s… it’s not worth it. There are plenty of other people for you that aren’t them. Like… Janie? What about her?”

“Janie Fredericksen?” Ben asked, but shook his head.

He didn’t want just ‘any other person’, he wanted you.

And it killed Cal inside.

–

You giggled at Ben’s corniness, and lightly pushed him. He leaned back, but not for long. Suddenly, his hand was under your chin, and your laugh stopped. Your heart rate sped up once you saw his eyes flicker to your lips, and you hoped Ben couldn’t notice. You leaned in, and Ben did as well, taking your gesture as an OK. He leaned into you, and just as your lips touched the sound of a door slamming open interrupted, as well as the sound of someone dropping textbooks. You jumped at the sudden noise, away from Ben, and looked to the source of the disruption.

It was Calvin Scott.

“Oh shit.” Ben cursed under his breath.

Cal stood in front of you two, bug-eyed and jaw dropped.

“Ben? Was that you?” Mrs. Parish’s voice came from downstairs.

Ben cleared his throat, “Uh… yeah. Yeah, I uh, just dropped my books.”

“Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah. Yep.” Ben said, not daring to drop eye contact with Cal. “We’re fine.”

“Okay, then,” she said.

Cal blinked, and that must have set everything off.

“Listen, I can explain–”

Cal scoffed, “Yeah, you better.” He shot out. “I’m givin’ you thirty seconds. Go.”

“Okay, so basically I’ve been dating (Y/n) for the past two months, but it’s been the best two months of my life, and I know it’s wrong but I love them, and they love me and we’re so happy and… please, Cal, don’t be mad.”

“Mad? Mad?! How can I not be mad?!? I just found out my best friend literally is Romeo, and he’s dating Juliet! Er, whatever!” Cal threw his hands up in the air, but not before sending you an apologetic look. “I can’t believe–”

“I know, I know. But–”

“No!” Cal said, pointing a finger at Ben. “You don’t get to talk.”

"Ben and I… I don’t know how to say it. We’re… everything just feels so perfect when I’m with him. Like nothing can go wrong. Like there’s no south side, no north side, nothing. No rivalries, or fights, or gender issues… you know?” Cal slowly nodded his head, and you sighed. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love Ben, and you should too. You’re his best friend, nothing can change that. Not me, not you, not even some stupid rivalry. So if you’re going to end your friendship with him because of me, don’t. It’s not worth it, trust me.”

It took Cal exactly three tries to get the words out of his mouth, but once he finally did, he said: “But why didn’t you tell me?”

You and Ben exchanged looks, and Ben sighed. “I don’t know, man. I just… I got nothing.”

“It was me,” You said. “Like I said, I told him not to. You know, ‘cause of the rules... an-and Ben’s social status.”

Cal looked to you when you spoke, the Ben, as if he needed conformation. Ben nodded his head, and that was all Cal needed.

He closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with two fingers. “I just… wow.” He said. “This is… what am I supposed to say?” Cal asked, his eyes flickering towards yours for a second, before going back to Ben’s.

Ben’s eyes widened, and he threw his hands back in surrender. “Don’t look at me! I don’t know! (Y/n), help!”

You smiled, “How am I supposed to know?” You asked, slyly grabbing a pillow from behind Ben. Suddenly, you wacked him with it. Right in the face.

“They’re cute!” You heard Ben’s mom say.

“Mom!” Ben shouted, causing you to smirk, while Calvin bursted into a fit of laughter.

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