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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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The Present Race

Fandom: RPF, American Actor RPF, British Actor RPF, Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Original Female Character, Original Child Character, Rami Malek,

Word Count: 1100// Rating: Gen

Summary: It's time for a birthday but who will win first place in the present race?

Tags/ Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Kids, Babies, Birthday Parties, Borhap Cast, Friends, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Request

Notes: working my way through requests. They're now closed till after halloween challenge

REQUEST - @borhapgirlforlife19

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader oneshot where it's their daughter's first Birthday and they have a party at their house with Joe's family, reader's family, and the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe sits on the floor opening her gifts with his daughter beside him and she helps Joe tear off the wrapping paper and she lights up when he shows her the gifts and everybody takes pictures and gushes over how adorable she is?

‘Oh open mine first,’ Rami said grabbing a sleek square parcel off of the floor and handing it to Joe. He was sitting on the floor of the lounge, piles of presents around him and his daughter, Ellie, in between his legs. She was watching everyone excitedly though she didn’t quite understand the reason they were all gathered around was for her. It was her first birthday and though Joe and Y/N hadn’t gone all out with a massive birthday party they had invited their close friends around for dinner and cake to celebrate.

‘Oh yeah put us all to shame,’ Ben chuckled as Joe took it off his friend.

‘Yeah, get in first and hope we can’t outdo right Rami?’ Gwilym said with a smile.

‘What can I say,’ he shrugged, ‘there’s a reason he picked me to be godfather.’

‘We picked,’ Y/N said coming to sit down beside Rami on the couch.

‘Shall we just get our coat, Ben?’ Gwilym said with a chuckle.

‘Think we better had mate,’ Ben chuckled.

Before anyone could say anything else Ellie made a frustrated noise. She had been sitting looking up at Joe who was unknowingly holding the present just out of her grasp. Joe noticed her and said, ‘oh sorry honey.’

He placed the package on the floor where she immediately started to paw at it grasping the neat wrapping in her chubby grip. With a giggle of excitement, she yanked at it squealing as chunks of it started to come off in her hand.

‘Be careful mate,’ Ben said, ‘she might have your hand off.’

‘She’s got good taste,’ Rami said. Soon enough Joe started helping her and they pulled off all the wrapping paper until it was completely unwrapped. It was a small shoe box which once Joe opened revealed a tiny pair of trainers.

‘Are those trainers?’ Ben asked.

‘Not just any they’re bloody Gucci,’ Gwilym said with a whistle.

‘Nice,’ Joe said, ‘I mean she will one hundred per cent kick them off after five minutes but they’re pretty neat.’

‘Oh they’ll be on the floor of any store we go to within seconds but they’re pretty cute I must say,’ Y/N said.

As if to prove her parent’s point Ellie took that opportune moment to grab one of the shoes in her scrunched-up fist and launch it out towards where the boys were sitting though it somehow went backwards clunking Joe on the head.

‘Ouch,’ Joe said which only made her giggle.

‘Well that was worth it even if she won’t wear them,’ Rami laughed.

‘Yeah very funny,’ Joe grumbled. His moaning wasn’t taken notice of for long though as Ellie was up off her bottom and crawling towards the neat pile of presents a little way out of her reach. She grabbed out for one but Joe merely leaned forward and took it out of her reach.

‘Dada,’ she grumbled though her pout seemed to retreat as he placed it in front of her. She immediately started tugging the paper off.

‘I guess we’re not allowed to know who this one is off are we El,’ Y/N chuckled.

‘It’s me,’ Gwilym said as Ellie continued to ravage what was now showing to be a big box. The box was brightly coloured something that seemed to get the baby’s attention immediately.

‘What is it?’ Rami asked peering over Ellie’s head which was blocking his view.

‘This pull-along toy thing,’ Gwilym said, ‘it’s a caterpillar you pull along. Meant to help with walking and stuff. And it’s good for motor skills and-’

‘And you did pages of research right Gwil?’ Joe chuckled.

‘Well you gotta get it right, right?’ he asked, a little tinge of pink now across his cheeks and nose.

‘Well if not just throw cash at it right?’ Ben said.

‘Hey just because that’s what you do with all the girls in your life,’ Rami said holding his hands up and making a laugh ring out around the room. Even Ellie giggled along oblivious to the joke she’d missed.

‘It’s lovely Gwil,’ Y/N said looking at the ornate wooden toy her daughter had seemingly lost all interest in as it was discarded with the shoes as she headed back to the other present that was laying just out of her reach.

‘Looks like she’s not too fussed,’ Rami said.

‘That’s because our girl has taste,’ Ben said sliding off of the couch until he was sitting in a similar position to Joe, legs splayed around the present that was in front of him. Ellie crawled to it, pulling herself up on the large box as she got there. She stood wobbling slightly.

‘What do you think El?’ Ben said, ‘should we open it?’

‘Open,’ she giggled banging on the box with her chubby fist.

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Ben said pulling wrapping paper off the box with little help from Ellie.

‘What is it?’ Gwilym said.

‘A baby drumkit,’ Rami said.

‘Oh great,’ Y/N said.

‘Yeah thanks man,’ Joe said as Ben opened the box and pulled it out. It was a plastic stand with individual sections that could be played. Buttons and knobs for turning. Bright lights and things to fiddle with littered the small console.

‘Hey,’ Ben said, ‘it’s our job to make sure she drives you up the wall. Besides, it’s not just a drumkit. It’s a complete set of musical instruments in one handy console.’

As if that was her cue Ellie started banging on some of the buttons making it whizz to life. A sickly-sweet voice rang out saying, ‘dog!’ which was then followed by a woof. Ben moved around, his hand on Ellie’s side keeping her upright as she started to smash the buttons under her fingers. A cacophony of animal noises rang out around the room not waiting for the machine to finish speaking before it was announcing the next one.

‘Am I back in the running for best present then?’ Rami said looking between his friends.

‘Let’s see how long it takes the batteries to run out before we make a decision huh?’ Joe chuckled.

‘You like it El?’ Ben said looking into the baby’s round hazel eyes. She nodded, ‘gizza kiss then,’ Ben said placing his cheek in front of her as two chunky fists slapped him roughly in the face before drool-covered lips placed a kiss on his cheek.

‘Now there’s a review we can’t compete with,’ Gwilym said.

‘What did you expect?’ Y/N laughed, ‘Ben’s got a way with women.’

#my writing #the present race #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy #gwilym lee #rami malek #fluff

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xtrashmammalstefx · 2 years

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Hi. I was wondering what fandoms you wrote for. :)

Hey. I actually like to write for many fandoms.

For example:

BORHAP

Queen

Motley Crue/ The Dirt

Guns & Roses (mainly Duff McKagan cuz he is...well....

Marvel Universe (mainly Loki, Thor, Tony Stark, Druig, Shang-chi Pietro Maximoff, Scott Lang, Captain America, and Bucky fucking Barnes)

Teen Wolf ( Stiles/ Dylan O'Brien, Scott/ Tyler Posey, Derek, and Peter)

Criminal Minds ( yes I am a slut for Dr. Spencer Reid)

Palaye Royale

Black Veil Brides

HARRY POTTER CUZ I'M A DAMN PROUD POTTERHEAD/ RAVENCLAW! (This includes Marauders Era cuz let's face it they are the best!)

Umbrella Academy ( Klaus/ Robert Sheehan, Ben, and Diego)

Star Wars ( Anakin, Obi wan, Din "Dilf" Djarin, Poe, Ben Solo)

Twilight (mainly Seth/ Boo Boo Stewart since he's the only character that doesn't royally piss me off).

Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson)

Ghost Adventures (mainly Zak Bagans)

On My Block ( OSCAR "SPOOKY" DIAZ BABY!)

Motionless In White ( Chris Motionless, Ricky Horror)

Stray Kids (Hyunjin)

Seventeen (Vernon Hansol)

And many others I can't seem to remember at the moment.

I write smut and fluff and usually have stories up as fast as I can once I have an idea.

So if you're interested lemme know and I shall fulfill your fanfic needs!

#fanfic #smut #fluff #fandom #imagine #fanfiction

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hardforbenhardy · 4 years

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This one comes from personal experience. Anyway... Reader is at the beach in a bikini and Ben (stranger) makes a comment about how ugly a birthmark on her upper leg- lower bum cheek area is and she gets really upset. A few year later they meet up, start a relationship and in the middle of some smutty stuff he realises that she's the one he was rude to. lots of fluff at the end? Hope that's okay? xx

beach body ready | benxreader

I’m sorry if this isn’t quite what you expected, but I tried to do it as much justice as I could! Especially since it’s personal experience - I personally can’t see Ben doing something like this so I tried to find an even field where it is like Ben as much as possible but still sticking to your experience. Hope you enjoy!

summary: you were always pretty confident in your body, until a rude remark about a birthmark set you in the tracks of insecurity. years later, you come to find you never let that go, and find it difficult to face

warnings: insecurities, rude remarks about birthmark, swearing, light smut

word count: 4.9k

requested by @queenlover05 - i hope you love it! (sorry if the ending is a little shit, i wasn’t sure what to write towards the end)

You grew up right by the ocean, waking to the sound of the waves on the sands. You swam of course, and to you swimming meant briny waves colliding with your faces, not the chlorinated pools that were further into the town. Even in the summertime, there were days you didn’t want to swim or catch crabs; you’d take your fingers and draw a hopscotch grid in the sand. Pebbles were always easy to find. You and your friends could spend hours there, hopping from one foot to two, spinning and making your way back to the start. You can still recall the softness of the sand, your feet erasing the numbers and the lines as you went. Some days you’d even play long enough for the tide to claim our game. Then you would slink home under the setting sun, only to repeat the fun the next day.

So, returning there in your early adulthood was like a dream come true. After moving to the city to study at university, you never really got the chance to visit the place you called home as much as you’d have hoped to. You had almost forgotten the way the hot sand slid between your toes, or the way the cool breeze drifting through your locks, and the taste of the saliferous water on your taste buds. Almost.

*****

“Over hewre, YN!” your little sister shouted, jumping up and down in an outburst of pure elation. You laughed loudly, picking up the light beach ball from the ground and throwing as well as you could. After a few times of throwing the ball to each other, you began failing miserably when the wind caught it in its breeze, causing it to fly off to the side.

“This isn’t going to work, Liv! It’s too windy!” you shouted back, both giggling at the sight of the ball floating away in the ocean. The 5 year old was quick to chase after it, throwing herself into the cold water and doggy-paddling to keep up with it. You ran in after her, not only to make sure she was safe, but mostly because it looked even more fun than being on the land at that point. The sudden chill of the ocean made you squeal, Olivia laughing in response.

“It’s not even cowd, YN! Come on, I want to swim!”

“I just got in Liv!” you exclaimed, racing to catch up with the small girl who was now so deep she couldn’t touch the ocean floor with her feet. She definitely took after you and you tendency to take risks; one of your favourite things to do was just float in the ocean and let if drift you where it wanted, it made you feel free. A good 20 minutes later of splashing around in the water and getting your hair positively soaked, you started to feel yourself get hungry. “How about we go grab some ice cream and sit on the towels for a bit, huh?”

Of course, Olivia bolted back onto the sand, grabbing her towel to wrap around her stomach and waiting incredibly impatiently for you to follow suit. As you emerged from the water, your bikini bottom pulled up a little higher than usual, but you left you it be not thinking much of it. Thankfully the ice cream van was not far from where you had settled with your things, so you were okay with leaving your stuff alone for a few minutes. With her small body hoisted on your right hip, you turned to her; “Okay Liv what do you want?”

“Stwawbewwy ice cweam! With chocowate sauce! And a chocowate fwake!” she cheered, pointing at all the different parts of her creation that she could see in the van. The man behind the window chuckled lightly, following her hand to grab each piece, and quickly whipped up the concoction for the small girl. “Thank woo!”

“Is that all?”

“Oh, erm, yes that’s it thank you” you grinned, before looking over at your sister to see remnants of the melting ice cream all around her cheeks and chin, as if she’d shoved her face straight into it. You chuckled loudly, seeing her shoot you a guilty, toothy grin in response. “Actually, could we get a few napkins as well if that’s okay.”

After paying for the ice cream and resulting napkins, you headed back to sit down for a while; you had forgotten quite how exhausting the beach could be. IN the direction of your towels, you noticed a man standing beside them, bending over to pick up something. In the split second he stood back up, you took in the sight. The boy was probably the most attractive man you had ever seen; he had the most gorgeous emerald eyes with the smallest flecks of gold in them that made them gleam naturally in the summer sunlight. And you couldn’t deny how built he was either. An incredibly built six pack, with an arousing v-line which disappeared into the red swimming trucks he was wearing, and his thighs; God his thighs. Your favourite part of him, however, was his soaked, golden locks; you couldn’t deny, you were a sucker for hair.

“S-sorry, can I help you?” you stuttered out, trying not to choke on your words at the blonde in front of you. He hadn’t noticed you at first, but you saw his eyes quickly rake up and down your body before answering.

“Sorry, my nephew threw this and it landed on your towels. I didn’t mean to bother you” he excused, stumbling over his own words from nerves. You weren’t expecting the deepness, with just a hint of sultry, in his British voice; it sent butterflies straight to your tummy. You saw his hands holding a frisbee, and immediately understood.

“Oh, it-it’s fine. I’m YN” you grinned, holding your hand out to shake his. He took the offer, taking your hand into his, and you couldn’t help but notice how rough and calloused they were. God. “Ben, are you from around here or-”

You were quite sure he could feel your hand lightly shaking from nervousness, but that was the least of your problems at that point, especially considering Liv was now nowhere to be seen. Your head shot around the beach, catching the small girls body heading towards the sea, ice cream in one and piles of sand in the other. “I-I’m sorry, just- Liv, get back here! Not in the sea while your eating your ice cream remember, we sit on the towels while we eat. Otherwise, the ocean might steal it and we don’t want that do-”

“Have you always had that?” Ben’s voice chuckled from behind you, making you shoot around confused.

“Huh, sorry? Had what?”

“That thing… on your leg?” he answered, pointing to your upper leg-lower bum cheek area. You knew exactly what he was referring to; you had a birthmark in that exact area. It wasn’t common that people would ask about it, but when they did, they were polite and respectful about it. Which was why it threw you off a little that Ben had found it funny.

“Oh, erm, yeah. It’s a birthmark, why?” you said with puzzlement, not quite expecting what he was to say next.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just, it’s not exactly the prettiest sight.”

“Erm, excuse me?” you scoffed out, furrowing your brows in disbelief. Was this random man really making a comment about this? You were usually able to brush off the bad comments about it, people had said before how it was different to any birthmark they’d seen before or that maybe you should have it checked by a doctor, but that was always in private and you could explain the situation. At this point, Ben was just being downright rude and it was embarrassing

“Well, I thought you were pretty hot until I saw that. Don’t get me wrong, I know you can’t help it but like it’s pretty unattractive” you were left stunned at the remark. Never had you expected words like that to come out of a mouth of someone who seemed to be such a gentleman. You now understand the meaning of don’t judge a book by its cover to a t.

“Erm, sorry could you leave? I don’t care for your opinions” you retaliated, a grimace showing on your face. You could see some slight hesitation and guilt on his face, as if he hadn’t meant to upset, but you considered him stupid if he thought saying such things wouldn’t render you at least somewhat angry. He backed off, raising his arms in the air as if to sarcastically say ‘sorry’ before jogging to meet his nephew on the other side of a big umbrella. You quickly went back to your spot, plonking down on the towel and huffing in defeat. Your mind couldn’t help but glaze over his words - ‘unattractive’, ‘not the prettiest sight’. You tried so desperately to hold back the tears that had began brimming in the corners of your eyes, but there came a point where you weren’t able to stop one from rolling down. Your little sister popped up from beside you, noticing how downcast you were, pouting out her bottom lip in over exaggeration.

“It’s okay YN. Why are you wad?” she reassured you, jumping down on your stomach and wrapping her arms around your shoulders to give you biggest hug you thought possible, yet you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact she still had ice cream smeared all around her mouth. You chuckled lightly, planting a big kiss on her cheek and wiping the tear from your cheek.

“I’m not Liv, don’t worry. It’s just, people say mean words sometimes, words about things people can’t change, or things people may be insecure about. And it can hurt their feelings” you explained, sitting her on your knee and sniffling back anymore tears about to drop.

“If it makes you feewl better, I think you’re biwthmark is vewy pwetty” she smiled, reaching her hand round to rub the mark and give you another quick hug, as you mouthed ‘thank you’. She jumped up off your lap, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the see; “Let’s go swimming again!”

You spent another hour or two in the ocean with the little girl, but you couldn’t help your eyes drifting over to the blonde man every few minutes. You couldn’t let what he said go, and yet he looked like nothing had even happened when 30 minutes after the incident he caught your eyes and threw over a friendly smile. You tried to send one back, probably failing miserably.

“I thought you were pretty hot until I saw that“

** 3 years later **

You had been practically craving a coffee the whole morning, your lack of energy due to your work piling up had been swallowing you whole and you needed something to keep you awake. It was only the fresh afternoon, but you were sure you would drift back into sleep if you didn’t find a source of caffeine from somewhere, so you popped round to the local coffee shop.

“One large latte macchiato please, thank you” you asked the cashier, tapping your card before taking a seat at a small table just across from the counter. Scrolling through your Instagram feed, you saw a familiar face pop up a few times on an account you were even aware you followed; Ben Hardy? You clicked on his page to investigate further, when you realised exactly where you knew the guy from. It was the same guy who you had met at the beach a few years ago, the same guy who had insulted your birthmark. You were over his comment by now, it didn’t really affect you anymore but it had admittedly sent you into a bit of a frenzy for a few months after it. You didn’t wear shorts, or you wouldn’t wear a bikini to the beach, you refused to have sex with any guys. It weirded you out a little though to find him on your feed, was he famous? Posts of friends, photo shoots, a few familiar actors… press junkies. Premieres. Movie sets? He was an actor.

Ben Hardy was an actor

He seemed like he was doing pretty well for himself, and you noticed he was staring in a new movie alongside some of your favourite actors. You popped him a follow, liking a few of his recent pictures, and almost instantly you got a DM and follow. Off him.

Ben Hardy

hey, this is YN right? from the beach like 3 years ago?

You panicked, surprised that he even remembered you or the incident, but then again you remember him. What’s the difference? What shocked you even more was that he was being so friendly; did he not remember what he had said to you?

You

heyyy ben, yeah it is! surprised you remembered me, especially after what happened haha

Trying to play it cool was not something you were very good at; when you were nervous, you were nervous. Friendly may not have been your approach to the man 3 years ago, but you couldn’t deny seeing him again kick-started that small crush you had felt on the stranger. Maybe what he said, he hadn’t meant.

Ben Hardy

what happened? i literally don’t remember anything except you!

in a good way i swear - god, that sounded bad. im sorry - i remember thinking you were pretty good looking!

Ironic. So he didn't remember. And he seemed like he was taking a relatively amiable approach to getting to know you; maybe it could be a fresh start. If he didn’t remember what had happened, he most likely didn’t remember what had caused it. Maybe he had changed. Hopefully he had changed.

You

oh it was nothing! can barely remember it either! but thank you - can’t say you weren’t either haha

so did you message for a reason or…

Ben Hardy

not really, just thought i’d check in on you considering we didn’t get to speak much when we met. i’m actually back in your town next week, would you maybe want to meet up? grab a coffee and have a chat?

This threw you off. You really, really wanted to. But you knew it probably wasn’t a good idea; I mean you had only met him once, and that one time, he insulted you. Not a good first impression, but you couldn’t help the urge to say yes. And your fingers were typing it out before you could even stop them;

You

yeah that sounds great!

i know the perfect place - in fact i’m sat there right now! they have the best homemade pretzels, they’re to die for!

Ben Hardy

i’ll take your word for it! heres my number - *blah blah* - text me with a good time and place?

Shit. He had just given you his number. Was this a date? Or just two people who had met before simply meeting again. Or what if you got there and it was all an elaborate prank set up by him and his friends to embarrass you in front of everyone. Either way, you had committed to it, and backing out now would make you seem like a pussy. And maybe it wouldn’t go sooo bad. You hoped.

You

can’t wait!

*****

“Babe, I’m back!” you heard his voice shouting through from the front door. Sat on the couch, you were reading a book you had recently taken out from the local library when you heard the commotion of his bags being dropped on the floor. Your head shot around, a grin plastered across your face at the sound of his husky voice. You watched as his blonde hair bobbed into the room, walking towards you and placing a peck to your forehead.

“Missed you” you muttered, leaning your head back further so the second kiss landed on your lips instead. Placing your book down on the side table, you turned to where he had just sat down next to you and cuddled into his side, his warmth sending shivers down your spines.

You almost considered bunking off on the date you planned with Ben, your nerves and insecurities getting the better of you as it got closer to the day you planned. Even texting him a time and place was hard enough for you, but you saw it as a challenge for yourself; you didn’t want to let one small incident ruin your chances with him. So you did text him a time and place. 12, early rise cafe? And you did go on the date. And you did hit it off with him; he was nothing like you remembered. Constantly complimenting you, how gorgeous you looked and how intelligent you were. A kind soul, he described you as at one point. After that, you continued to keep in touch, even when he was away filming he would be sure to put aside at least one hour every night to call you and you would just talk about your day. You caught feelings fast, and what he had said to you years before was long forgotten.

You had now been officially together for 3 months, and you were the happiest you had ever been; he loved you, and you loved him. He reminded you of it every day, with both words and actions - kisses, hugs, occasional squeezes of the bum, saying ‘I love you’, you even caught at him staring at you from time to time while you worked. He felt like the luckiest man on earth. Almost, there was just one thing he wanted to do so badly with you that you were yet to agree to; he wanted to make love to you, show you just how much he truly does love you but physically. And you wanted it too, just the sight of the blonde himself was enough to turn you on, but there was one thing holding you back. You thought maybe you’d let his words go, but he hadn’t seen you naked since that time on the beach, and you couldn’t help but fear the idea of him bringing it up again. What if he left you? What if he thought you were ugly and decided he didn’t want sex? What if he just laughed? What if-

“YN, babe, are you listening?” he cleared his throat, his eyes looking down at you worryingly. You didn’t even realise he had been speaking, too caught up in your own thoughts of doing it (or not) with Ben. He seemed very stressed as he came in, and it was still showing now, so you felt very guilty. “I was saying how Joe mentioned we should all head round to his some time this week for dinner, like a quadruple date or something. I’m down if you are but don’t feel forced, I know you haven’t known them for very long”

“O-oh, yeah that sounds good” you murmured, trying to sound enthusiastic about the suggestion but failing; Ben knew you and his friends didn’t get along very well because they were all actors and knew each other’s, whereas you were just a girl from a small town who had never met any of them. It’s not that you didn’t like them, it’s just that you preferred to keep to yourself and all they would do is ask you questions.

“You don’t seem very enthusiastic”

“I-I want to Ben, I just get very nervous around new people. I promise, I’ll try and make it, but don’t let me hold you back from going” you smiled, watching his face light up at the fact you’d step out of your comfort zone. For him. He kissed you straight on the lips, hand shooting to caress the side of your face lightly and placing the other one on your thigh. You tensed a little at the feeling but grew comfortable to it soon after, it felt nice. And it gradually felt nicer and nicer as he moved further up you thigh to meet the buttons of your jeans. Until he began unbuttoning them. And every thought and insecurity you had encountered before came flooding back; he’s going to see your birthmark, and he’s going to remember exactly what he said at the beach, and he’s going to realise he was right, and he’s going to dump you.

Of course, he noticed the way you froze in your spot, taking a deep breath in. He pulled back immediately, hand still on your thigh but much less tight now, in a more comforting way. “Are you okay? I-I’m sorry, I got caught in the moment, I-”

“It’s fine, Ben. I just- I don’t think we should” you muttered, refusing to make eye contact with the blonde as you twiddled your fingers out of nerves. He could tell something was wrong, he had never seen you so removed and insecure before. But you had been together for 3 months, and he thought it was a good time to start getting intimate; not that he wouldn’t respect your decision, he was just getting a little impatient with being with you and not being able to help the raging boner in his pants nearly every time he saw you.

“Why not?” he questioned, not in a accusatory way but a curious one. He was beginning to get a little insecure himself; did you not want to have sex with him because you didn’t find him attractive? Or because you didn’t think he’d be any good? He couldn’t hear the apprehensive thoughts in your head, but you were struggling to put them to words. He didn’t need to hear them, for when you started tearing up a little before him, he knew something was definitely wrong; “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? You can talk to me about anything”

“I know I can Ben, just not this”

“YN, if whatever is going on in your head is hurting you, we talk about it; I don’t care if you think it’ll be embarrassing, or make me sad or angry. We talk about your problems because that’s what I’m here for”

“It’s… I, erm, I don’t want you to see me naked” you practically the lasts word, so quietly that you weren’t even sure he had heard them at first. But he had, because his eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn’t even considered the fact he hadn’t seen you in underwear before because you had seen him in just his boxers so many times that he just found it normal. “I don’t want you to leave me”

“I- YN, why would I leave you? I love you, every single part of you. Naked or not. Please, you need to explain what is going on in your head so I can help you” he encouraging, smoothing his hand up and down your thigh in a calming manner. You wanted to tell him, explain what was going on in your brain so he could help, but you didn’t want to; your insecurities got the best of you. Everything had been going so well in your relationship, and you didn’t want something like this to ruin everything you had worked so hard for. You didn’t want one measly birthmark to ruin everything. You loved him, and you wanted to make sure he loved you. After you had stayed silent for a minute or two, Ben was beginning to grow impatient; “YN, please you need to talk to me. I don’t understand how you could feel so insecure over your body when-”

“Because of you!” you cut in, almost screaming the words if your voice hadn’t been so weak. Ben stared at you incredulously, his brain trying to understand what he might say or have said to put you in such a state; he thought you were absolutely perfect, and he told you that nearly every day. Because you are perfect. “Because of what you said at the beach 3 years ago.”

“I-uh, I don’t…”

“You seriously don’t remember?” you scoffed, thinking he must be joking at this point because it was the first time you two had met; he must’ve remembered some of the conversation. You stood in front of him, deciding that it was now or never to show him; you deserved someone better than him if he repeated what he said 3 years ago. Pulling your pants down just enough to reveal the top of your leg, letting Ben finally see the reason you were so reluctant to get naked in front of him. You watched as his mouth open in confusion, and then realisation. “You called it ‘pretty unattractive’ and said how you thought I was hot before you saw it. It hurt Ben, a lot. Having a complete stranger point out and make fun of something that you can’t change. I put it aside at the beginning of our relationship because I really liked you and I hoped you changed; but I can’t help but be scared that you’ll still leave me. That’s why I didn’t want to get intimate yet, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no, I’m sorry” Ben mumbled, unable to comprehend a lot of what you had just said. He remembered what he had said, but he never realised how badly you took the words; he didn’t even consider the possibility of hurting you by saying it. He was an ignorant 20-something-year-old who only thought about sex and partying, and so he thought he was just ‘bantering’ as he would’ve called it back then. Watching the way it affected your feelings broke his heart; he had never meant to hurt you, and he never would want hurt you intentionally. “I-I never even considered how that may have made you feel. I don’t even remember much about that day; I can’t excuse what I said at all. I was probably trying to cover up my own insecurities or the fact that I thought you were really attractive. I can’t say sorry enough, but I really am and I want you to know that I think you are the most beautiful person on this planet. And I’m sorry that I made you feel any less than that, and if you decide you don’t want to love me anymore, I understand-”

“Ben.” you interrupted, seeing that he was also now on the brink of tears. He thought you wouldn’t love him. He thought you wouldn’t love him. Not the other way round like you had assumed this situation would go. You let out a small sigh of relief before walking to Ben, who was now sat hunched with his head in his hands. You threw your legs over his to straddle his lap, a common cuddling position for the two of you (one of your personal favourites, but Ben would always get afraid you’d be able to feel his semi every time) “I will always love you, I’m certain of it. I wouldn’t have let myself fall for you if I wasn’t willing to forgive you. I was scared that you wouldn’t love me, that you’d remember how disgusting I am and you’d leave. Trust me, I think this is the most sexually frustrated I’ve ever been, you are too fucking hot to spend all this time around and not get turned on.” you chuckled lowly, Ben joining in before shooting you a smirk and small wink; classic Ben humour. “I just… I let my insecurities get the best of me and that was my fault. I guess I only took it to heart because it was coming from you, usually I can brush those comments off.”

“I’m really sorry, YN, I don’t know how I could make it up to you, I’m so sorry-”

“Ben, you seriously need to stop apologising” you giggled, cupping the soft skin of his cheek and stroking your thumb gently. He went to say it again, catching himself out and looking almost ashamed about it. “You said you wanted to make it up to me?”

“I-I would do anything YN, I love you.” he stuttered, almost surprised you were giving him a second chance as he looked up at you with his baby doll eyes.

“I can think of one way you could, erm, make it up to me?” you muttered, beginning to become embarrassed with what you were saying. He seemed eager though, nodding his head urgently to urge you to say what was on your mind; “show me how much you love me?”

“I-erm, how? You want gifts? Hugs?” he rushed, but you just giggled at his obliviousness to what you were suggesting.

“No, Ben. I want you to make love to me” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck before planting your lips firmly onto his in a moment of passion. He immediately returned the gesture, feeling relief you weren’t nearly as angry at him as he thought you’d be.

“Now, that I can do” he mumbled against your lips, raising to his feet and hoisting your body so he could carry you upstairs.

He vowed the love you forever, and always prove it in every way he could, including making love to you. And he did just that.

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Touched for the very first time (Virgin!Reader x Ben smut)

Pairing: Reader x Ben Hardy Summary: Based on a request. You are moving to study in London and childhood friend Ben opens his flat for you. You hadn´t seen him in a while and definitely hadn´t noticed how hot he has gotten. The fact that you´re a frustrated virgin doesn´t help. Ben to the rescue. Warnings: SMUT (18+), fluff, friends-to-lovers, virgin!Reader, masturbation, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex (reader on birth control) A/N: This is my 1.5K followers celebration! Aah I´m so honored that you guys actually follow me and put up with my bullshit. Thank you, I love you all! Also, I´m very aware that this concept is heavily used, but here is my take on it. We can never get too much virgin reader stuff, right?

Word count: 5.3K

This is pure filth and you are not allowed to read it if you´re under 18. I will block you if I catch minors interacting with this story.

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You hadn’t really believed your luck when Ben had asked you to move in with him. Not only did you get to live basically free while studying, but his apartment was huge. And on top of that you got to spend more time with your childhood friend. You had kept in touch over the years, but you hadn´t seen him in real life until you showed up at his front door, bags in hands. Seeing him almost took your breath away. That silly crush you had on him suddenly bursting back to life, your stomach stirring as you took him in. He was wearing a pair of grey joggers that definitely showed off his package and you felt heat rush to your face as you tore your eyes away. His torso was clad in a white t-shirt that fit his muscles perfectly. His muscles. Those definitely weren´t there when you were younger. Obviously, you had seen pictures of him online, but you never realized just how fit he was. Not to mention his gorgeous face which was lit up with a smile going all the way to his green eyes. Wow.

“Y/N”, Ben exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms felt warm around your body as you threw yours around his neck. God he even smelled fantastic. Manly.

“Wow you uh-, you look great”, you said, stuttering to form words. You really shouldn´t feel this flustered around one of your best friends.

“Oh, thank you. So do you! I love your dress”, he said. You could definitely see his eyes rake all over your body which didn´t help your situation. His stare lingered at the hem of your dress which to be fair was a bit short.

“Thank you. And again, thank you for letting me stay here. I don´t know what I could do to repay you”, you said.

“It´s my pleasure, Y/N. I can´t wait to have a roommate, it gets boring living here alone”, he smiled, helping you get your luggage through the door. You hadn´t brought that much actually since Ben had all the furniture and stuff, just your clothes and essentials.

“So no girlfriend then?”, you asked, testing the waters. It´s not like you would actually make a move on him, it was just a stupid crush, but you wanted to know if you would have to bring your noise cancelling headphones to bed or not.

“Nah, I´m enjoying the single life for now”, he said, picking up a bag and started walking down the hallway. Presumably to your bedroom, so you followed suit. “Why?”

“Just wondering if I´ll run into half naked models on my way to the bathroom you know”, you said, nudging his side. You always had a playful friendship, but you were lying if you said it didn´t sting just a little thinking about him with another girl.

“Don´t worry your pretty little head, Y/N. It´s been a while”, Ben said. If only he knew how long it had been for you.

“So this is your room, I´ll let you get sorted and then we can have dinner, yeah?”, he asked after opening one of the doors. The room was modern, but still cozy. There was a huge bed in the middle of it, and lots of closet space. Ben had previously told you to decorate however you liked, but you were pretty sure just a few pictures would do the trick to make it feel more like home.

“Thank you. Again”, you giggled, walking around the room. “Can I take a shower first?”

“Yeah, first door on your left”, Ben said with a smile tugging at his lips. “Feel free to use my soap until you have finished unpacking”

He turned on his heel and made his way down the hallway again. You couldn´t help but stare as he disappeared, his toned back stretching the fabric of his t-shirt. Fuck, you shouldn´t be thinking this. How were you supposed to live with Ben if all you could think of was fucking him? You hadn´t even had sex. Ever. And here you were thirsting after your childhood friend who had been kind enough to let you live for free in the middle of London. If it weren´t for the fact that Ben could definitely hear, you would have screamed at the top of your lungs in frustration. Instead, you pulled out a pair of fresh underwear, some shorts and a top form your suitcase and headed for the bathroom.

The shower was spacious, there was definitely room for two. Your imagination had a mind of its own and before you knew it you were picturing Ben in there with you, the water running down his naked body. Down his chest, over his abs, down to his hard-. Holy shit. You snapped out of it, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to imagine something – anything, other than Ben and his glory. It was no use though, the dull tingle between your legs kept reminding you. You placed your forehead against the cold tiles and groaned. Praying the shower would conceal your moans, you slid your hand down your stomach and towards your clit. You shuddered when the pressure was relieved, starting to rub fast and tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

It didn´t take long before you came with a cry of his name. Of Ben´s name. You were so caught up in your pleasure that you didn´t even realize until it was too late. It was loud too so he could definitely hear if he wanted too. You felt your entire body tense up in embarrassment, your cheeks becoming unbelievably hot. Shit.

You quickly finished your shower, covering your entire body in the shower gel that smelt just like him. Washing away all your pleasure, searching your brain for an excuse in case he heard you. You would just have to say you were searching for something but found it before he could answer. Yep, that would have to do.

“Jesus how hot is the water you shower in? You look like you´ve just ran a marathon”, Ben said when you walked into the kitchen. He was busy cooking up some pasta but turned to take in your appearance.

“Oh, uhm- I was cold”, you mumbled, hoisting yourself up on the counter.

“Cold? In thirty-degree weather?”, Ben said, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “You´re wearing shorts and you´re cold?”

He reached out to run his fingers along the material of your shorts, dangerously close to your heat. Your eyes were locked on his moves, your breath hitching in your throat. This wasn´t something friends did, right?

“Sorry”, he said after realizing just how inappropriate he was being. He coughed and went back to stirring the tomato sauce.

“So, how have you been since I last saw you? Still with whats-his-name?”, Ben asked. He refused to look at you, ignoring the sexual tension that was clearly thick in the air. This was going to be difficult.

“No, we only dated for a few months. He kept pushing me to do uhm - things I wasn´t comfortable with”, you said. He had broken up with you for not sleeping with him, but you didn´t want to tell Ben. It was embarrassing and you didn´t want him to think you were some innocent little girl.

“What? Anal?”, Ben asked, finally turning around and shooting you a cocky grin. You rolled your eyes, thankful the tension had lifted slightly.

“No, it was something else. I don´t want to talk about it”

“Come on”, he said, turning the stove off. Ben closed the distance between you, placing his arm on either side of your thighs. Effectively keeping you in place. His breath was hot on your exposed collarbones and you could feel chills flowing down your spine along with the tingle returning to your core.

“Tell me”, he said, looking up at you with those gorgeous green eyes.

“It´s embarrassing”, you said, trying to squirm out of his presence, but there was no use. Ben had you under his spell.

“I promise I won´t laugh”, Ben said, cocking his head slightly. You couldn´t help but let your eyes fall on his plump lips for a second, seeing his tongue slip out to wet them. “Please”

“Fine”, you sighed, unable to resist him and his pretty face, “He dumped me because I didn´t want to sleep with him”

“Really? What a dick”, Ben said, furrowing his eyebrows. “He doesn´t deserve to be with a girl like you”

And just like that, Ben pulled away and started plating the dinner. Did he just? What did that mean? A girl like you?

Your mind was racing throughout dinner and even during the next few days. Ben was definitely being friendly, but you couldn´t quite figure out if he was actually flirting or not. You had caught him starting a few times, but he quickly brushed it off. He even walked around shirtless sometimes, causing you to end the day with your hand down your panties, chasing your high while trying to stifle your moans.

It even led to you avoiding him, opting to spend your evening in bed watching Netflix instead of hanging out in the living room. This night was one of those. Well at least until there was a knock on the door followed by Ben poking his head out from behind it.

“Can I come in?”, he asked, taking in your half-naked figure. You were only wearing an old t-shirt and panties, which he had definitely noticed. You scrambled to cover your bottom half before nodding.

“What´s up?”, you asked, pausing the episode of Queer Eye you were watching.

Ben opened the door fully, revealing his body covered only by a pair of joggers. Those same ones that left very little to the imagination. That combined with him being shirtless had you wet in an instant. That familiar tingle creeping back.

“`M just bored”, Ben said, throwing himself face down on the bed next to you. “Are you ready for freshers week?”

“I don´t know”, you said. Honestly, you were dreading it. You knew it was filled with booze and sex and you would still be a virgin. It was difficult. You didn´t want your first time to be with some random stranger, but you were beginning to just want it over with it.

“Come on, you´ll have the best of times! There´s lots of alcohol and you get to have as much sex as you want without anyone judging you. It´s great”, he said, nudging your side.

“I´m not that uhm- experienced, so I just find it awkward”, you admitted.

“Are you a virgin?”, Ben asked, causing you to almost choke on your breath. Your eyes went wide as you stammered for a response.

“W-what?”

“It´s just a question, Y/N. I´m not going to judge you”, he said, shooting you an honest smile.

“I-uhm, yes”, you said, “I can´t believe I´m telling you this but I am. That’s why my ex dumped me, I didn´t trust him enough to let him take my virginity. But it was a long time ago and now I´m just insecure that I´ll suck because I don´t know what to do with a guy. It stops me every time and I fuck- I just want it over with”

Ben looked like he was at a loss of words, his eyes locked on yours. Which only made you feel even more embarrassed.

“I could help you”, he finally said after a while, his voice low.

“What? Set me up with one of your mates or something?

“I could do that, or I could do it myself”, Ben suggested. A flush was creeping onto his cheeks as he put himself out there in front of you. It was a tempting offer, a very tempting offer.

“Uhm, yeah I´d like that”, you said, your eyes falling on his lips. It couldn´t hurt, right? You trusted him, and obviously you found him ridiculously hot. It was completely fine. Right?

“Ok good”, Ben said, “Uhm, what do you want to learn?”

“How to give a blowjob I guess. And sex of course”, you said. Your pulse was racing. This was actually happening. The ache between your legs grew significantly when you saw Ben let out a nervous chuckle.

“I can do that”, he said, turning around to lay on his back instead. “Just uhm- come here”

You pulled the duvet back before moving over to him. You settled yourself on his lower thighs and looked down on him. Ben´s eyes were trained on your lower half where only a pair of lace panties were covering your heat.

“Shit ok this is actually happening”, he said with a laugh, running his hands through his hair.

You tapped your fingers against his thighs to get him to focus his attention back at telling you what to do. As much as you loved having him watch you with hungry eyes, you wanted to move on.

“Sorry, you just look so hot like this. Start by kissing my lower stomach”, Ben said, taking in a harsh breath when you did just that. You pressed your lips to one of his abs, feeling his warm skin. You looked up at him to gauge his expression as you moved further down. Letting your lips trail over the patch of hair leading into his joggers.

“Your lips are so soft”, he mumbled, eyes blown wide with lust. You could see his bulge grow in size as you moved. You kissed the skin just above the waist band of his joggers, hearing Ben hiss.

“Ok enough of that. Press you palm against my crotch”, he instructed. You pulled your face back a bit and did what you were told. A gasp left your mouth when you felt how hard he was underneath your hand. You could feel the warmth through the material of his joggers, feeling him twitch. Grow. The soft moans that left Ben´s mouth turned you on like crazy. The whole scenario hot. You had imagined this happening so many times by now, it almost felt unreal.

“Fu-fuck that feels good”, Ben moaned, biting down on his lips. You could tell he was struggling to hold back so you could learn, which only turned you on more.

“You´re so hard”, you mumbled, moving your palm over his bulge. Ben bucked into your touch.

“I am, just for fuck- just for you, Y/N”, he said, “Go ahead and pull my joggers down. Boxers too”

Ben whined when you stopped pushing down on his bulge even though he was the one telling you what to do. It made you feel empowered knowing how much pleasure you were bringing him.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his joggers and pulled them down his thighs along with his boxers. Enough to free his cock but not all the way off. You slowly let your eyes drift up to his shaft. Your thighs clenched together around his legs at the sight. You had imagined what it would look like so many times, but never did you think you would actually be face to face with it. Ben´s cock was thick and heavy where it laid against his stomach. He was bigger than you thought, and you wondered how the hell you were going to fit that inside.

“Do you like what you see?”, Ben teased, tensing so it would jump and twitch in front of you. “Wrap your hand around it and give it a squeeze. You can´t really go wrong”

You nodded and reached a shaky hand out. It felt odd to have him in your grasp. You could feel the blood pump through his cock. The soft skin combined with how hard he felt.

You slowly started to slide your hand to the base, pulling back the foreskin. The head was red and glistening with pre-cum.

“That´s it. Fuck you´re a natural, love”

Ben called you love often, but it hit different when you had your hand wrapped around his cock. Your heart fluttering. It somehow made you more confident. You started sliding your hand up and down his shaft, enjoying watching his face scrunch up in pleasure and his chest rise and fall with how heavy he was breathing.

“Try placing a kiss to the head”, Ben instructed. He needed you to get on with it so he didn´t cum before actually teaching you how to give head.

You leant down and pressed your lips to the slit, feeling the bead of pre-cum coat your lips. It was salty, but didn´t necessarily taste bad. You liked it. So, you pressed another kiss to the head, this time on the string that was just underneath. This made Ben yelp in pleasure, his hand coming down to grab onto your hair.

“Shit shit shit I´m going to have to speed this up or I´m going to cum before we even get started”, he said, his cheeks red with excitement. You smiled to yourself at how worked up he was.

“Wrap your lips around me and suck. Literally anything feels good, just don´t use your teeth and you´re good”

You nodded before sliding your lips over his glistening head. It felt even warmer in your mouth, and you moaned at the sensation.

“Bloody hell that´s amazing. Just like that. Try sliding down a little further”, Ben moaned, his hand lightly pushing your head down. Your relaxed your mouth and did what you were told. You kept your teeth behind your lips and slowly started bobbing your head up and down. By the noises Ben was making you could tell he was really enjoying it, and you certainly did too. Your panties growing damper by the second.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before? You´re so fucking good, Y/N”, he said. His fingers were tugging at your hair, only encouraging you to go faster. “Work the rest with your hand”

You looked up at Ben and hummed around him, reaching up to wrap your hand around his base. You jerked him off with the same pace you were bobbing your head and you could tell Ben was quickly losing it. He was struggling to keep his hips still as you took him into your warm, wet mouth. His moaning getting louder and louder.

“Shit I´m going- god, I´m going to cum, Y/N”, Ben whined, heaving for air. His hand tugging harder at your hair. “You have to stop if you don´t want me to”

“Can you go again if you cum now?”, you asked, pulling your mouth off of his cock. Still jerking him off with your hand. Ben nodded, eager to get his release.

“Ok, I want to know what it feels like to have you cum in my mouth”, you said. You wrapped your lips around his head again, working his shaft with determination.

“You´ll be the absolute death of me, love”, he said, thrusting his hips ever so slightly to meet your mouth. “I´m s-so close”

You sucked even harder, feeling several drops of pre-cum coat your mouth.

“`m gonna cum, `m gonna fucking cum, Y/N”, Ben groaned, grabbing your head and stilling your movements as hot ropes of cum shot out of his cock. You continued working his shaft, squeezing out all he had to offer. It tasted quite similar to his pre-cum, but maybe a little bit sweeter. Definitely something you could get used to.

Ben pulled you off him when he came down, panting and trying to catch his breath.

“I don´t think you´ll have to be shy about your blowjob abilities because that was fucking amazing”, he said, watching you open your mouth and show him his load. The sight made Ben´s softening cock twitch in defeat.

“Fucking hell. Do you want to swallow it for me?”, Ben asked. You nodded, closing your mouth and swallowing it. The liquid slid down your throat, warming your insides.

“It tastes weird”, you said once you were done, a giggle escaping your mouth. You had really just sucked Ben off and on top of that swallowed his cum.

“I know, I know. I didn´t exactly expect this to happen so I didn´t prepare”

“What do you mean?”, you asked, genuinely confused.

“If I ate stuff like pineapple it would taste better, sweeter”, he said, coking his head with a smile. “You´re so innocent, Y/N”

“Well this innocent girl wants you to fuck her”, you said, moving up his legs. You placed your heat over his cock, grinding your clothed pussy over him.

“Shit ok first of all, I need two minutes. Second, we need to get you ready for me first”, he said, flipping you over so he was hovering over you. He pulled his joggers and boxers all the way off.

“Can I take your shirt off?”, Ben asked, reaching out to toy with the hem of it.

“I just sucked you off, I´m pretty sure we´re beyond this, Ben”, you giggled, lifting your arms. Ben chuckled before pulling it off your body. His eyes fell on your exposed chest, the green turning even darker.

“No bra, what a tease you are, love”, he mumbled. Leaning down, he pressed his soft lips to the soft curve of your breast. His hair tickled your sensitive skin, goosebumps forming underneath his touch.

“Tell me if you ever want me to stop, ok?”, Ben said, looking up at you to see you nod before continuing. He wrapped his lips around your left nipple, taking it into his mouth and swirling his wet tongue around it. You arched into his touch, feeling the tingle between your legs increase. Ben certainly knew what he was doing, how crazy he was driving you.

“Show me how you get yourself off”, he said, pulling away and sitting back on his knees.

“W-what?”, you asked, suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment.

“I heard you in the shower the first day you were here you know, and sometimes at night when you think I´ve gone to bed I can hear your pretty little moans”, Ben teased, winking.

You were absolutely mortified. Somehow him hearing you and knowing that you thought of him were worse than actually having sex.

“Oh come on don´t go all shy on me now. I know you want me, and you have no idea how much I want you too. I´ve had a crush on you for ages. Was just looking for a perfect occasion to bring it up without it being awkward”, he said.

“And you thought that this was it? Me lying here almost naked and you telling me to masturbate in front of you?”, you asked, fighting off your instinct to just melt into the mattress. You wanted him, and it was admittedly quite hot knowing he could actually hear you. Oh and the fact that he liked you back. That was also good.

“Mhm. I want to see what makes you moan my name while you cum”, Ben teased, nudging your leg.

“Fine”, you mumbled, reaching down to pull your panties down your legs. Ben watched you like a hawk as you spread your legs, your glistening pussy finally exposed to him.

You slid your hand down to your clit, just like you always did. Your eyes closed on instinct for a few seconds as you finally got some much-needed friction, a relieved sigh leaving your mouth when you started rubbing tight fast circles. The knot in your stomach was building slowly but steadily. Something about the fact that Ben was right beside you, watching, getting you all riled up.

“Fuck that´s hot”, Ben mumbled, shifting so he could get a better view. He placed a hand on your thigh to keep your legs spread. “Do you ever finger yourself?”

“Not really, it´s a weird angle”, you said, speeding up your movements. Desperate for a release.

“Can I?”, he asked, sliding his hand down the inside of your thigh. You whined and arched into his touch.

“Please, Ben”

“So needy, love”, he teased. His fingers brushed against your own as he collected some of your wetness, sliding his fingers through your folds. It felt ten times better to have someone else do it, especially when that someone else was Ben in all his nude glory, cock hardening again as he slowly pressed a finger inside your entrance.

You gasped at the sensation, clamping your walls down on his digit as he started pumping it in and out. He curled it to press against your front wall, making stars cloud your vision.

“You´re so wet and tight for me, love. Can´t wait to have my cock inside your pussy”, Ben mumbled, pressing another finger inside. He worked them at a torturously slow pace, rubbing against that spot just inside with every thrust. Your fingers were still rubbing your clit and you were sure you were about to cum.

“Are you close, Y/N?”, Ben asked, speeding up his fingers. You nodded, throwing your head back in pleasure as you rested right on the edge. Ben apparently didn´t want you to cum, because he pushed your hand away from your clit, causing you to look up him with a pout.

“Oh don´t pout those pretty lips, it will feel much better if you wait”, he said, moving over to settle between your legs. He wrapped a hand around his cock and gave himself a few pumps. “Want you to cum around my cock instead”

“A-are you clean? I´m on the pill so you don´t have to wear a condom if you don´t want to”, you said, nervously looking up at him. You´ve heard from your friends how much better it feels for both parties without condoms.

“Yeah? I tested myself a few weeks ago and I haven´t slept with anyone since”, Ben said. He slid his cock through your folds, a smirk forming on his lips as you moaned when he brushed against your sensitive clit. “Are you clean?”, he mocked.

“Fuck off you kno- oh my fucking god”, you moaned, feeling his cock press against your entrance before Ben slowly started sliding in. He placed his hands on either side of your body to steady himself as he watched his cock disappear into your heat. It stung but it didn´t necessarily hurt. A wave of pleasure hitting you and mixing with the discomfort.

“Fucking hell you´re tight. Are you okay?”, he asked once he had bottomed you out. Ben stopped his movements to let you adjust to his length, cursing whenever you would clench around him. You had your eyes squeezed shut, your chest rising and falling as you tried to relax. It felt really good, his cock stretching you in a delicious way.

“Y-Yeah”, you said, opening your eyes to look at him. Ben´s face was furrowed in concentration, short breaths of hot air leaving his mouth.

“Can I move?”, Ben questioned, letting out a sigh of relief as you nodded. “Let me know if you want to stop or if you need a break”

It was definitely worse when he started moving, but still bearable. Ben went slow, his cock dragging against your walls as he thrusted in and out. His eyes trained on yours to check you were doing fine.

“Does it hurt?”, he asked, picking his pace up just a little.

“A bit”, you admitted. Ben shifted his hips slightly, the tip of his cock nudging that spot on your front wall. Oh. That was better. You moaned and reached up to grab his forearm, pleasure taking over your body. “That´s better”

“Hmm, good”, Ben teased. He hooked your legs around his waist before dropping down to press his lips to your neck. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, adding to your pleasure. The knot in your stomach tightened with his every move.

Ben sucked a hickey onto your neck at the same time he picked up the pace of his thrusts, causing you to scream out his name. You were getting closer and closer, and you could tell he was too. His breath hot on your neck.

“Do you think you can cum for me, love?”, Ben asked, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

“Y-yeah, I´m close”, you whined, grinding down onto his cock. The action sent a wave of confidence through Ben´s body, his hips moving back and snapping against yours.

“Rub your clit for me, Y/N. I want to feel you cum around my cock”, he growled, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. It caught you off guard for a second before you realized what was happening. But when you kissed him back my god did you feel at home. It was like a missing piece of a puzzle finally sliding back into place.

Ben slid his tongue against your bottom lip, begging you to let him in. You opened your mouth the second you pressed your fingers against your neglected clit, moaning into his.

It was all too much. Your sweaty bodies moving against each other, the air hot and heavy with sex. His cock nudging your sweet spot, your fingers working your clit. You couldn´t hold back. You came with a cry of Ben´s name, just like you had that first day at his flat.

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through your body, even your fingertips flooding with pleasure. Your thighs were squeezing around Ben´s hips, your walls around his cock.

Ben came too, his hips stuttering upon feeling you clench around him. A warm sensation spread across your lower half as his cum coated your walls, the feeling prolonging your orgasm. You were on cloud nine. The orgasm lasted so long but far from long enough. You wanted more, but you were so fucked out and exhausted all you could do was melt completely into the mattress.

Ben pulled out of you with a curse, his eyes drifting down to watch his cum pool at your wet entrance.

“So”, you said trying to stifle a giggle, “I guess we just had sex”

Ben chuckled, laying down and pulling you into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head which caused the butterflies in your stomach to go into a frenzy. You couldn´t help but smile up at him.

“You´re so adorable, love”, he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss, placing your hand on his cheek to deepen it. Your lips moving in perfect harmony.

“Wow you´re going to get me started again if you kiss me like that”, Ben said, pulling back with a giant grin.

“Sorry not sorry”, you smiled, pressing another quick kiss to his lips.

“Jesus you´ll be the absolute death of me, love. I still have lots to show you, don´t want to do it all in one night”

“So this wasn´t just a one-off thing?”, you asked, holding your breath as you waited for his reply. You didn´t want it to be.

“I hope not, Y/N. I know we´re just friends, but I would very much like us to be more than that”, he said, reaching out to caress your cheek. You leant into his touch and smiled.

“I want that too, Ben”, you said, “Even though we´re kind of doing this in the wrong order”

“We can make it work, love”

“I´m sure”, you said, leaning up to kiss him again. God you would never get tired of the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

“So what other things do you want to teach me?”, you asked, wiggling your eyebrows. Ben let out a giggle.

“Come shower with me and you´ll find out”, he said with a wink. The shower definitely had room for two.

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wewillwriteyou · 5 years

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could you do 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 from fluff for ben hardy please? like a short timeline of the relationship. sorry if it’s too much

Thank you anon for the request! 💕🥰 I’m extremely sorry it took me so many days to write this, but I wanted it to be good and special because the plot was so cute so I worked very hard on it! I really hope you’re going to enjoy it as much as I loved writing it! 🤸🏽‍♀️💋⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂

Plot’s request: Short timeline of Ben and Y/N’s relationship

Fluff [2], [3], [4], [5] & [6]: First date + First “I love you” + Moving in together + He/she proposes + Wedding day

Warnings: fluff, a lot of FLUFF! This is written following the memories and the feelings of Y/N, so get ready ‘cause Joyce’s stream of consciousness got nothing on me (this basically means that “scenes” change fast, because they follow the trail of memories Y/N is thinking about, so don’t panic if you feel lost and confused at some point, in the end, it’ll all make sense I promise); maybe some language here and there, but this is pure asdfghjkl so safe territory, everybody

Characters: Y/N (fem! reader) & Ben Hardy

Word count: 4.1K it’s long Iknow lmao

Written by: @sweetgcreature

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Your hands were shaking, as you were trying to adjust a rebellious strand of hair that was curling itself behind your ear. A few glitters glued themselves on your fingertips, falling down your perfectly styled head.

You sighed and decided it was a lost battle when you saw the curl flee again. A shaky little laugh trembled on your lips as you studied your reflection in the rounded mirror; your lips were beautifully glossed and you didn’t dare to touch the make-up on your eyes, being too afraid to ruin everything.

When you heard a few voices getting closer to your room, you closed your eyes and inhaled sharply.

The guests in the garden were vividly chatting together, waiting for your big entrance.

The scent of delicious food had never left your nostrils from the moment you had stepped into your parents’ house.

The footsteps on the stairs got noisier. But nothing could overpower the loud pumping of your heart.

You breathed in and out again, feeling yourself sliding into your own world, slowly into the past and getting lost into your memories …

… the door swung open, making you jump and causing your hand to draw a black line all over your right eyelid. You sighed and surrendered, sitting properly on your rug.

“Emma, I hope it’s very urgent. Like, tell me the world is ending right now. Otherwise, start running!” you announced, rotating your body to look at your roommate.

“I’m sorry, Y/N but – she stopped talking and looked behind her shoulders, before stepping inside the room and closing the door – he’s here” she whispered, walking closer to you.

“What?!” you exclaimed, immediately getting up. You rushed through the door and spied the little living room at the end of the hallway; you could see a tuft of blond hair popping up from the sofa. The second his head slightly moved to the side, you disappeared again inside your room.

“No. Don’t scream. Don’t panic - Emma shushed you, stretching her arms towards your body to calm you down – now breath with me. Inhale. And exhale” she was struggling not to burst into laughter and you could sense the hilarity in her voice.

But you followed her improvised yoga’s teacher skills and breathed heavily a couple times before massaging your temples. She then patiently guided you to the wardrobe and, with her help, you soon choose the outfit and adjusted your make-up.

“Now, you go out and get the boy, okay? He’s here for you. He likes you. And, remember – Emma got serious for a moment, pressing her hands on your shoulders – not too much tongue during the first kiss”

“Emma! You nasty!” you screamed and laughed at the same time. After a few more giggles, she hugged you tight and let you go to finally meet Ben.

Seeing him walk in your living room, as he smiley admired some photos, seemed so surreal. You gave your eyes the chance to look at him one minute more, before coughing a little to recall his attention.

“Oh, hi! – his smile could light up the entire room – you’re beautiful” he shyly admitted, getting closer and bending down to give a small kiss on your already blushing cheek.

“Thank you – you lowered your head a bit – should we go?” you proposed, stuttering a little bit.

“Sure – he agreed and immediately got closer to take your jacket inside his hands – here, let me help you with this” he caringly said, sliding the coat on your shoulders.

“Wow, what a gentleman” you joked, perching yourself on his arm as you walked towards the door.

“I want to impress you. That’s the only goal I’ve set for tonight” Ben admitted, as you stepped outside the apartment. You chuckled and laid your head on his shoulder while you started walking down the stairs.

“Then consider me impressed”

The cold winter’s wind hugged your two figures as you exited the building. Ben wrapped you in his arms, trying to protect you from the cutting breeze that was not-so-gently caressing your already red face. Luckily he had parked just a few steps down the street and soon you were warming yourself inside his red car.

As he started the engine, a familiar melody filled the air and you snapped your head in his direction noticing he was already smiling.

“You remembered!” you said with a childish tone. Ben smiled even wider and, keeping the eyes on the road, he replied:

“Sure! How could I forget? You’re always talking about Queen” his fingers reached for the radio to turn the volume up. You started to nod your head and, soon, you were already singing along to Somebody to Love, making Ben chuckle and hum the song in chorus with you.

The car-ride didn’t last long and in a little while you were able to spy the edifice where you knew the cinema was located. Your heart started to beat faster again and when Ben parked the car and the silence fell between you two for a second, you were ready to bet that he was able to hear your heartbeat as well.

You stared into each other’s eyes for what he seemed, both, an eternity and an instant, then Ben smiled one last time before stepping out and walking towards your car’s door to open it for you.

Needless to say, that he didn’t even let you start searching for your wallet inside your bag, as he had already extracted a few banknotes from the pocket of his trousers. And needless to say, that he didn’t give in to any of your attempts as you tried to persuade him and let you pay at least for the pop-corn.

“Just know that the feminist inside of me is pretty angry at the moment” you commented, with a small smirk on your face as Ben kept the door open for you to enter the theatre. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but you could see his lips were already curving into a smile.

“Why?” he then asked, as you both sat down in the last row adjusting the pop-corn on your respective laps. You shrugged your shoulders and started to eat.

“Because I don’t need a man that pays everything for me. I can perfectly handle my expenses on my own” you were obviously exaggerating, adding a sassy tone to complete the whole discourse. But you were curious to see his reaction.

“Good to know – Ben nonchalantly replied, throwing a bunch of pop-corns inside his mouth; he spied your surprised face with the corner of his eye, before turning his head to face you – this is just the confirmation I needed to hear”

“What confirmation?” you asked, mirroring the same smug expression that was painted all over his face.

“Well, if you’re an independent woman that clearly doesn’t need a man to entertain herself, you accepted my invitation just because you like me. Or, to be extremely precise, you have an enormous crush on this incredibly attractive boy that is now talking to you” Ben was clearly flirting. He had crashed any kind of barrier you had built until that moment and inside your brain a thousand of alarms were ringing, causing you to short-circuit.

In easier words: you were speechless and blushing, as you couldn’t unglue your eyes from his.

The lights went off, partially hiding your embarrassed expression. A little laugh from Ben trembled in the dark, as you abandoned yourself against the back of your seat, hoping you could disappear then and there.

You were sure your feelings for Ben were obvious, but you didn’t know they were that obvious.

Suddenly, while you were sinking inside the spiral of your thoughts completely forgetting about the movie, you felt a gentle hand place itself on your leg. You snapped your head in Ben’s direction and, for a moment, you thought you had seen him flinch a little bit as if he was unsure of his movements.

You reached his knuckles with your trembling fingertips and laid your palm on the back of his hand. He didn’t hesitate and intertwined his fingers with yours.

A sigh of relief left both of your mouths as you settled into that new kind of grey area, where you weren’t black nor white, where you hadn’t decided yet what kind of relationship was yours. You were just two human beings enjoying the moment.

The movie was pretty boring and, in more than one scene, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Ben’s sarcastic jokes about the two protagonists.

“Oh c’mon, who speaks like that to his girlfriend!” Ben commented again, once you were stepping outside. Your hands still casually intertwined.

“I don’t know, maybe someone who is deeply in love?” you asked, batting your eyes to sound as cheesiest as possible. He giggled and pulled you closer to his side, putting his arm behind your shoulders.

Once you got in the car the electricity that had fallen between you two was more than obvious; and, as Ben drove through the night, you noticed how both of your faces were lightened up by a ridiculously gracious smile.

When you recognized your neighborhood you weren’t able to hold a disappointing puff. You weren’t ready to let him go; you would have loved to stay in his car forever. Or at least, all night.

Ben noticed your serious face but didn’t say anything. He simply parked the car near the sidewalk and turned the engine off, letting the silence wrap you two once again.

“Y/N?” he then said, making you turn around to look at him. You hummed in response, giving him all your attention.

“I know we met just a few weeks ago and I know that this is only our first date, but – and he stopped to look right back at you – but I like you. A lot”

You let out a shaky breath of relief.

“Ben, I like you too!” you said in a rush, feeling yourself freer by the minute. A big, warm smile appeared on his blushing face and you couldn’t help but giggle.Every trace of hilarity soon dissolved, when his thumb met your lips parting them.

Ben inched towards you and you did the same, giving him the chance to delicately caress your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked in a whisper as his fingers were drawing patterns on your face. You repeatedly nodded, not able to say a word in that precise moment. Ben smiled one last time, before closing his eyes and sweetly locking his lips with yours.

You both inhaled sharply and let your emotions run free, as you savored every inch of his mouth so perfectly pressed against your hungry lips …

… your fingers caressed the back of his head, causing him to lazy groan between the kisses. You proudly smiled and pushed him down on the mattress, straddling his lap. His hands fell on your booty, playfully squeezing it.

“So eager. And it’s only seven in the morning” you flirted, breaking the kiss and sitting on his lap. Ben laughed along and caressed your naked hips; you traced his abdomen with your fingertips, tickling him then and there.

“You leave me no choice. Look at you – he worshipped you, trying to sit properly on the bed to have his face on the same level as yours – we’ve been dating only for three months and I’m already crazy about you” he added, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips.

You blushed and cupped his face to gently transport him into another passionate kiss. Ben smiled and kissed you back, encircling your body with his arms to have you glued against his chest.

“Mmm … I love you” you accidentally mumbled against his mouth, but the realization of the words you had just pronounced struck both of you at the same time causing your kiss to suddenly end.

You instantly flushed until the tip of your ears, as Ben was staring at you with his lips agape. You had never dared to say those three words because you had grown up with the idea that having a crush and loving someone are two completely different things. And Ben knew this.

“What? – a smile had started to creep on his lips, as he reached your face to caress it – are you serious?” he asked, getting thoughtful for a moment.

“Yes – you immediately replied; there was no point in lying, the truth had been exposed – I love you Benjamin Jones” you chuckled, very aware of how much he hated his “real” name.

“God, I love you too Y/N Y/L/N! I fucking love you!” he didn’t hesitate and kissed you again. He soon made you roll on your back to tower your half-naked body with his, as the kiss got more passionate by the minute.

“I can’t believe you actually said it” Ben commented, starting to kiss your neck and causing you to moan softly. Your hands were caressing his muscled back, as you let him pleasantly torture you in your favourite way possible.

“Me neither” you giggled when his hair tickled your hip. Ben smiled and kissed the inside of your thigh, hungrily looking up at you.

“I love you” he then whispered, positioning a chaste kiss on your lower belly. You warmly smiled down at him, letting his face rest on your right palm. But, as soon as you opened your mouth to reply, the phone started ringing in the living room.

Ben rolled his eyes and groaned, hiding his face on your stomach. You burst out laughing and tugged at his messy hair.

“C’mon, be a good landlord and go answer the call” you said between the giggles, obliging him to get up. He looked like an annoyed child and, once he was standing near the bed, you smirked and mischievously laid down on the mattress again.

“I’ll be here, waiting for you to come back” you flirted, patting the empty side next to you. Ben swallowed and rushed towards you, to bend down and leave a fleeting kiss on your lips.

“Damn you” he commented, running outside the bedroom. You chuckled, scrolling your head, before abandoning yourself on the bed staring at the ceiling …

… rapid steps reached the ringing phone and a quick hand grabbed it before it was too late.

“Hello? … yes, it’s me … yes! Finally, I’d add – you chuckle, resting your shoulder against the wall and taking away a couple of beads of sweet that were slipping down your forehead – there’s still a lot of work to do. Like, in every corner there is at least one box full of stuff that needs to be reordered and we’ … what? Tonight? I don’t know Emma – you said, extending your neck to spy your boyfriend who was struggling with the paint roller – the house is a literal disaster! Maybe tomorrow? … okay, perfect. Now I have to go or Ben will end up covered in blue paint very soon”

After the usual salutations, you ended the call and ran down the hallway just in time to save the paint’s container that was about to fall on the ground.

“Thank you! – Ben sighed relieved and puckered his lips, waiting for a kiss that did not hesitate to come – who was at the phone?” he then asked, taking the big brush in his hands again and adjusting the stairs near the wall to paint the uppercorner.

“Emma. She wanted to come and visit us tonight – he snapped immediately his head in your direction, making you giggle – I obviously said no, don’t worry” you added, taking a brush as well to retouch some parts then and there.

You worked non-stop for other two hours, but the proudness to see the perfect result you obtained with the freshly painted room had no price. You both stood side by side, with your arms crossed on your chests, admiring the perfectly renewed wall in front of you.

Ben rotated his head to look at you and you noticed, so you turned around to meet his gaze. He wrinkled his nose and you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“You have something on your face” he inclined his neck, squinting his eyes to study your features.

“Where?” you asked, starting to palpate every inch of your cheeks searching for a trace of paint somewhere under your eyes and near your nose. It was at that moment that you saw his smirk and, before you could stop him, he had placed his dirty palms on both sides of your face.

“Here” he laughed looking at your furrowed expression covered in blue and white. As he was almost rolling on the floor you noticed an abandoned brush in the corner. You quickly caught it and drew a perfect blue line in the middle of Ben’s face.

His mouth opened in disbelief, while it was finally your turn to burst into sonorous laughter. Soon Ben’s hands wrapped your waist and you found yourself screaming in amusement, as he carried you on his shoulder until he reached the living room (the only furnished room of the house) where he let you fall on the sofa hovering you.

“You little minx” he laughed, kissing you. You giggled, putting two of your fingers inside the collar of his t-shirt to pull him closer. After a few kisses and chuckles, Ben rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

You breathed heavily, caressing his face.

“We did it” he said in a whisper, touching your nose with his. You could feel tears of joy pinching your eyes. You kissed him again, this time slower to savor every second of that perfect moment.

“Yes. It’s impossible for you to get rid of me now that we live together” you joked, as you both found yourselves crying and laughing simultaneously.

“Poor me” Ben commented, before starting to pepper all your face with sloppy kisses. You started giggling again, hugging his shoulders to have him as close as possible.

He kept tickling every inch of your cheeks with his parted lips, slowly moving on your neck, then your shoulder, down your arm …

… he kissed the back of your hand again, for the hundredth time that night.

“Ben. We’re in public” you protested between the chuckles, adjusting his bowtie. Again.

Ben rolled his eyes and intertwined his fingers with yours, as you were both stuck in what seemed an endless queue to reach the elevator. Millions of little lights were shining above your head and you still couldn’t believe you weren’tactually daydreaming.

Visiting Paris had always been one of your burning desires. And being there with Ben, hand in hand waiting to go on the top of the Eiffel Tower to eat in one of the fanciest places on earth was even better than what you had always hoped for.

Eventually, your turn came and as soon as you reached the top you literally felt your breath stop in your throat. It was the most beautiful view you had ever seen in your entire life. You completely ignored the waiter that wanted to show youyour way to your reserved table, and almost floated to the nearest balcony.

As you stepped outside, a gentle breeze passed through your hair and your eyes got lost in the city’s skyline. Ben walked closer to you and, once he was exactly behind your back, he laid his chin in the crook of your neck encircling your waist with his arms.

“So? What do you think?” he asked, grazing his lips close to your ear. You scrolled your head, still overwhelmed by the beauty of Paris.

“This is … this is insane – you commented, wiping away a couple of tears that were starting to fog your sight; you heard Ben giggle and after he had kissed your cheek, he distanced himself as you found yourself randomly rumble andinvoluntary express your thoughts – you know, a part of me was sure you wouldhave proposed or something here in Paris, as it happens in thousands ofrom-coms. But then I thought it was too cheesy, even for someone like … you” that last word dying on your lips, as you turned around and saw Ben kneeled down in front of you.

A big, shy smile had appeared on his face, while the chatting from inside the restaurant got quieter. Everything got blurred, the time froze in the moment your eyes met his.

“Maybe it’s cheesy. And it’s also very predictable, I’m aware of that. But you know, I thought that, since everything started at the cinema, while we were watching a terrible romantic movie, it would have been funny ending up in the same exact situation” a nervous laugh escaped both your mouths, as you were quick to dry your crying eyes.

“So, here I am. Behaving as the protagonist of the cheapest film ever just to ask you if you, Y/N Y/L/N, would like to marry me?” Ben said, extracting a little velvet box from his trousers and opening it to reveal a shining ring. You covered your mouth in disbelief, nodding imperceptibly.

“Yes, Ben! Yes!” you finally replied, when you saw even the slightest shadow of preoccupation trespass his face. In a moment you were in his arms, while everyone around you was clapping and cheering you two.

The confused claps got heavier and heavier …

… they transformed themselves into knocks. The door creaked and you came back to reality.

Your mom made her entrance into the room, positioning herself behind you and looking at your reflection. She tried adjusting the curl inside your styled hair, as you had done previously, but without success. You both started to laugh, as she pressed her hands on your shoulders.

“Are you ready?” she rhetorically asked. You looked at her in the eyes using the mirror as a shield to hide all your mixed emotions. You didn’t answer and got up instead, walking towards the window.

You moved the curtains and saw all the people gathered in the garden waiting just for you. Ben was already there, trembling as a leaf and nervous as he had ever been in all his life.

“Sure” you whispered, with your heart full of love. Your mom was visibly moved as she accompanied you down the stairs and near the big, doubled-glassed window that led into the garden. Your father was already waiting for you with tears in his eyes. You kissed both of them and waited for your mother to get to her seat and for the wedding march to start playing.

When the first note trembled in the air, you squeezed your father’s arm, who held you back as you both stepped outside. Everyone got up, looking at you. You could recognize a few faces: your mom, some of your relatives and friends, Emma and her boyfriend.

But you had eyes only for Ben, who was trying so hard not to start crying at the sight of you all dressed and emotional while you were walking to reach him.

Every trace of fear had disappeared the moment you recognized in Ben’s eyes the same young boy that was absentmindedly watching your photos, wandering in the living room of your old flat.

The same boy that had kissed you in the car after your first date.

The same boy that had remained speechless hearing you admitting your love to him, a random Sunday morning as you were both lazily kissing in his bed.

The same man that had painted with you the wall of your first house.

The same man that had flown you to Paris just to propose to you.

That same man you had loved for so many years.

He was there. Wiping away a few tears after he had removed the wedding veil from your face.

He was the one. And in that precise moment, as you were staring eyes in eyes holding your hands, everything seemed perfectly right. Everything seemed simply perfect.

Ben got closer and kissed your cheek before you both diverted your attention to the priest. He leaned down again to whisper in your ear:

“You’re gorgeous”

You blushed as if it was the very first time.

“What a gentleman” you commented under your voice, looking up at him with just the corner of your eye.

“You know; I want to impress you. That’s the only goal I’ve set for the rest of my life” he responded.

You shared a knowing gaze. Nobody could hear you, but it didn’t matter because nobody would have understood that exchange of words. You smiled, as tears reached your eyes, and answered:

“Then consider me impressed”

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dummythiccisheretowrite · 5 years

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Hi! Please could write something cute and fluffy about Gwil and reader being all cute and domestic on their anniversary? If it’s not too much trouble x

Hi! Sorry this was extremely late! I have no real excuses except school and a whole fuck ton of procrastination! Here ya go! Sorry! Thanks for requesting, love ya! Xoxo

Gwil anniversary fluff

Five years, five whole years had been spent together with Gwil. While the years had seemed to fly by, you’d never felt closer to or more loved by him than right now.

You’d shared lovely anniversaries in the past, days that had been spent going on road trips, touring new museums or simply having a nice, quiet dinner together. This one, however, seemed different.

Gwil knew that you weren’t one for loud, huge displays of affection. Rather, it was the quiet, detailed yet simple things that touched your heart. Simply being with him was enough. However, he wanted this anniversary to be extra special.

After a day spent at a newly opened art gallery and dinner at a quiet but elegant restaurant, the two of you made it home to your apartment. Situating yourself into one of the comfy armchairs that sat in your living room, you opened up a book feeling content. While the day had been wonderful, Gwil following you as your toured the gallery, intent on seeing all of the marvellous pieces of art, this was your favourite part of it. You loved the peacefulness that existed within your homely, cozy apartment and you enjoyed being able to read together in peaceful silence.

Gwil had gone to your shared bedroom, possibly to grab a script for a new project, and you waited in your living room whilst reading. Too engrossed in the novel, you didn’t see him enter the living room, or begin to kneel down on one knee while plucking a small, black box from a pocket of his trousers. Only when he cleared his throat did you look up.

You looked at him, looked at the box, looked at him once more and then began to stammer profusely. Looking at the elegant ring perched gracefully in the small box you found your heart racing a mile a minute.

“I...um...wait, wait, are you like - are you proposing?” You stammered out, before the poor lad could answer, hurried, nervous words had come tumbling out of your mouth. “Holy shit, holy shit, ohmygodholyfreakingshit!” Seeing the fearful look upon his face, you’d begun to backtrack, “I mean, yes! Yes, of course, of course I’ll marry you I just - Ohmygod, I just can’t believe this is actually happening!”

A mischievous smile replaced Gwil’s fearful expression and he started to move the ring away from you, “I mean, if you really don’t want it, I can just return it...”

You swatted him on the shoulder before enveloping him into a tight hug, “shut up, I was just surprised is all. Of course it’s a yes, I love you, you big idiot.”

“I love you too,” Gwil said, beaming as he hugged you back.

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killerqueenmachine · 5 years

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Wonderwall - Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader Words: 3685

Prompt: Wonderwall by Oasis

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, ANGST - turns to fluff. Note: This is my contribution to @rogerina-deacon writing challenge!

Lyrics to the song are written in cursive. Lines marked with * __ * is a text-message.

A big thank you to @imsusx and @brianandthemays for BETA reading this. I really truly had a hard time making this one work out and you really helped me out. Thank you so much! I couldn't have done this without you guys. ❤️

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Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do, about you now

"It's been going on for way too long already. It's too late to do or say anything now, and you know it! Besides... I think he might be in love with someone else." The words barely left your lips before you started to feel the heat rise to your face as you argued with your best friend. She was the only person in the whole world who knew about your crush on Gwilym and, as things were going, she would be the only person in the world to ever know. You had met Gwilym through your old classmate about a year and a half or so ago. He had invited you and Gwilym to the same party a while back. You hit it off instantly and became really good friends. But never more than that. Just friends.

Gwilym had brought you along for a lot of things that had to do with his work, though. Premiers, shoots, red carpets even a few interviews where you weren't on camera at all you were just there as moral support and because you really wanted to be there with him. Today was no different. He had invited you to a big release party for his newest movie, at least a thousand guests would be there, he had said. You had agreed in a heartbeat, taking up any opportunity to be with him.

"But you know today is going to be the best chance you have to tell him!" your friend whined, clearly as frustrated as you were.

"I don't have to tell him anything. It's just a stupid crush and-"

"A STUPID CRUSH?!" she yelled, cutting you off.

"You've been completely smitten with him for at least a year! That's not a stupid crush!"

You sighed, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. The feeling of hopelessness flooded through your veins. You knew she was right. At the bottom of your heart, you just knew. Every night for the past year you had fallen asleep pretending to be laying next to Gwilym, his arms wrapped around you and having his soft snores lull you to sleep. You had even started kissing your pillow, pretending to be kissing him instead.

"Hello? Earth is calling! You can't just back out of this by not answering me!" Your friend continued after a few moments.

"I'm... I know. I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do." you whined, walking backward until your back hit the wall behind you, allowing you to slide down until you were situated on the floor. You pulled up your knees and wrapped your arms around your legs, trying to become as small as possible.

"Then listen to me" she sighed, clearly getting fed up with the constant struggle with you being too shy to admit your feelings and her having to deal with all your emotional breakdowns. "You go to that fucking party, you turn it the fuck out and you get your sorry little ass together and tell Gwilym that you're in love with him and then you deal with whatever outcome there is!" she listed, pointing at you after every step in her plan.

"Yeah yeah yeah" you replied, resting your forehead on your arms.

"No! Don't 'yeah-yeah-yeah' me! Listen to my advice and do as I tell you. I love you - but man am I getting sick and tired of listening to your complaints about being single and how much to fancy this guy! Go out and do something about it!" your friend was still fuming.

"I know, sorry," you said and lifted your head, obtaining eye contact with your friend.

"Thank you for being there for me, though. Even though you are being a bit harsh right now” you continued while not-so-elegantly getting up from the floor again. “Are you hungry?"

"Yeah... I'm a little hungry. Hangry even, maybe" she laughed and shook her head.

"Thought so - let's go out. I'll treat us to some nachos, yeah?"

She agreed and the two of you quickly popped out for lunch before returning to your flat. Your friend had offered to help you get ready before Gwilym would come and pick you up so you could go to the party together. Now that you knew that this was going to be the night that you finally told him about your feelings, you wanted to look your best. Mainly because looking your best coincidentally also made you feel your best.

The sound of your doorbell went off and you knew exactly what that meant. Gwilym was finally here and you couldn't wait to see him. Quickly you downed the last of your drink and made your way to the front door. You pushed up your boobs one final time and straightened the front of your dress before slowly opening the door.

"Well well well, hello there little missy - aren't you a treat for the eye!" Gwilym said as he saw you. His words made the blood rush to your cheeks and a goofy smile made its way over your lips.

"Oh Gwil, you're too sweet" you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug.

He hummed in a non-verbal answer and placed a soft kiss to your cheek as he pulled away from the hug.

"Are you ready for a wild night?" he asked, offering his arm for you to hold on to, as he lead you away from your flat.

"Sure am, Sir. Sure am," you laughed and locked your door before following him to the car.

The car ride to the event went smoothly. Whenever you were alone with Gwilym it felt like it was the most natural thing in the world - like everything had fallen in to place. Yet, you still didn't dare to tell him how you actually felt. You just barely hinted at it during your conversation but he didn't seem to catch on - or if he did, he brushed it off.

You arrived at the party and Gwilym graciously lead you inside where you greeted all of his friends; friends that you had become very well acquainted with at this point, due to all the events you had been at, at this point. Within an hour or so Gwilym had left your side to go chat with someone else, while you stayed with Ben and Lucy.

"So how're things between you and Gwil?" Lucy asked, taking a slow sip of her drink.

"Things?" you asked, slightly confused, quickly scanning the room to see if Gwilym was anywhere close.

"Yeah? Aren't you guys like... A thing? I mean you've been to every single get together for the past 6 months?" she asked obviously more confused than you were.

"No, God no - we're absolutely just friends," you stammered, feeling a slight panic race through your body.

"Just friends, yeah?" Ben chimed in.

"Yeah, yeah. There's never been- uh... Never been anything," you said and your eyes darted to the floor, desperate to avoid any eye contact.

"Never? Really?" Lucy asked sounding almost flabbergasted.

"Yeah," you admitted with a defeated tone of voice.

"Do you want anything to be there?" Ben asked cautiously.

You kept your eyes glued to the floor, clearly spending way to much time thinking about your answer.

"I..." you said and sighed deeply. "I don't know. He's lovely, really - and I've thought-" you started. "No - no. Forget it. It doesn't matter" you sighed again deciding that it was better to keep your feelings a complete secret.

"It absolutely does matter! You have a crush on him, don't you?" Lucy said, sounding way more excited than you wanted her to.

"I.. Lucy I don't know how to-" You finally looked up from the ground and as your eyes searched to obtain eye contact with Lucy you accidentally looked over her shoulder.

Behind her across the room was Gwilym with some woman you had never seen before. Her hands on his bicep and cheek, his hands around her waist and their lips absolutely glued together. Your breath got caught in your throat and a million thoughts and feelings rushed through your mind before everything went black. Nothing mattered anymore.

"I'm sorry... I have to- uh- go," you whispered, feeling the tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"(Y/N) wait! What's-" Ben started before he saw Gwilym. "Oh," he gasped.

"Oh no," Lucy whispered and looked after you, only to see the very back of your head as you disappeared out of the front door.

The tears had started freely flowing down your cheeks ruining your make-up in no time. Frustration rushed through your veins and the uncontrollable urge to break things started filling your consciousness. At this point, you couldn't even be bothered to call a taxi. You need the fresh air, the break, the silence. In your fury, your hurt - and your stilettos - you just started walking, running almost, in the direction of your home. You managed to walk for an hour before the physical pain of wearing stilettos got too much and you had to call a taxi for the last few kilometers.

When you finally got home you slammed the door with a force you didn't even know you possessed. Kicked off your shoes and threw your purse on the floor. You stomped your way to your bedroom and violently got out of your clothes and right before you slammed on to the bed, a heartbreakingly primal scream left your lips, finally allowing you to collapse on to your bed. Your brain went crazy, running over every memory you have of you and Gwilym, causing you to violently sob and cry. The only thing that stopped your crying was when you finally fell asleep.

Backbeat, the word was on the street That the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now

It had been 3 months since the last time you had spoken to Gwilym. In the days after the party, he had desperately trying to get a hold of you, calling you, texting you - he even showed up to your flat. Yet you gave him no answer. Ben had been your main source of finding out what was going on with Gwilym and he had truly been there for you, allowing you to empty your heart and mind right onto his shoulders. Through him, you had found out that the woman Gwilym had been kissing on the night of the party continued to pop up alongside Gwilym, and at one point, Ben finally confirmed that the two of them were a couple. The message had broken the final piece of your heart, leaving you a sobbing mess once again.

Today you were woken up by a new text from Ben simply saying 'It's over. They're over'. You read the text and felt your heart started to race. Within a few minutes, you had gained control over your breathing and partly some control over your thoughts and you decided to call Ben. Luckily he picked up his phone quickly.

"It's me," his dark voice beamed through your phone.

"It's the mess calling," you softly said with a voice dripping with self-pity.

"Hello, Miss Mess. How are you doing?" he asked sounding genuinely worried about you.

"I'm... Okay. I think. Uhm, I actually called because of your text. Are they really? I mean have they broken up?" you nervously asked, fearing what Ben might tell you.

"Absolutely. Gwilym just popped over earlier. Apparently, she cheated on him but he didn't sound as upset as you would think someone who had just been cheated on would sound. He said something about their ‘thing’ never really 'feeling right' - whatever that was supposed to mean. He didn’t even refer to her as a girlfriend or well, ex-girlfriend.."

"Uh-huh. Well, that’s great - or, you know. Not great but.. yeah," you softly laughed. Ben always had a way to make you feel better, even on your darkest days. Well, almost. "Thank you so much for telling me, Ben. I'll call you back some other time okay? Miss you - bye!" You said and hung up once he had said his goodbyes too.

A strange feeling started to soar through your body. On one hand, it felt really good to know that Gwilym was no longer with anyone and on the other hand you felt bad for enjoying someone's misery. Even though you had felt like your heart had been shattered all those months ago your crush on Gwilym never disappeared. He was still the only man on your mind. Just as your thoughts started to wander another text ticked in on your phone.

*Are you ready to talk yet? I miss you so much. Please*

The text was from Gwilym and just seeing his name on your phone again made your heart skip a beat.

*I’m so sorry. I miss you too, can I call you?*

It didn’t take long before your phone rang and after a few deep breaths you picked it up.

“Gwilym?” you asked.

“Yes, God I’ve missed you so much,” he whined.

The conversation between the two of you wasn’t very long. It just didn’t seem right to have such a serious conversation through the phone. Just hearing his voice again made your heartache. Instead, you decided it was better to meet up, face to face, which ended up with you inviting him to your flat as soon as he had time to sit down and really talk. Three days. In three days from now, he would be over.

And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I Would like to say to you but I don't know how

The three days seemed to be longer than any other days you had ever lived through. You spent a lot of time tidying and cleaning your flat to hide the fact that you had barely been able to leave your bed out of pure self-pity for the past few months.

The nervousness of finally meeting up with Gwilym again started to spread throughout your body. For 3 whole months, you hadn't seen or talked to the man you once considered to be your best friend. But before the nerve-numbing feeling of panic managed to spread too far, you heard a very familiar voice call your name and a few subtle knocks on your door.

"Gwilym… Hi," you whispered softly as you opened the door, finally seeing him again. The look on this face made your body instantly fill with guilt and shame. The guilt of just leaving him behind and flat out ignore him for all those months, without even telling him why.

"I've missed you," he whined. He had already had quite the day and seeing you were the cherry on top of a very miserable cake.

"I'm so sorry. I'm just the wor-"

Gwilym took a single long stride forwards and scooped you into his arms, pulling you in for a rib-crushingly tight hug.

You could feel yourself melt into his touch, desperately trying to forget that the past 3 months had happened. You just wanted everything to go back to normal. After a few moments of silence, and just the two of you glued together in your doorway, you pulled out of the hug, finally inviting him inside and closing the door slowly behind him.

"Gwilym, I'm so so sorry for being such a bad friend. There are so many things I'd like to say to you, I just don't know how," you started to apologize as you turned around to face him again.

"God, I've missed the sound of your voice," he said in a laughing sigh.

"Listen, we've got a lot to talk about. Do you mind if I make myself a cuppa?" he asked quickly afterward.

"No - no, let me do it. Earl grey, no sugar, a splash of milk, yeah?" you said, making your way to your kitchen, quickly getting a pot of water ready for boiling.

"Please. That would be perfect," he said and dumped down on one of your kitchen chairs.

A few moments of silence passed through your tiny kitchen while the pot started to boil and you made two cups of tea. You slowly walked over and handed the milky one to Gwilym and sat down opposite from him.

"I.." you started but ended up sighing, not knowing how to word all the feelings you wanted to tell Gwilym about.

"No, let me," he insisted.

"I went by Ben's place earlier today and he told me about... Some things." he started and placed the cup of tea on the table.

"That party. I.. I just feel so bad. I didn't even realize you had left until three hours after. God, I felt horrible when I found out. I tried to call you but... You didn’t pick up - for three months," he said. It stung - bad. He hadn't even noticed that you had left.

"Listen, Gwil. You don't have-"

"No, please don't interrupt. I have so many things I need to say." he laughed softly, holding up his forefinger as if to shush you.

"But why now?" you said. You knew why he came by now and not earlier, but you wanted to hear it from him.

"She... I mean you know, the woman from the party, we... uh," he seemed to fumble with his words. "Erica was her name. Well, it still is, she isn't dead. Uh. We sorta.. Oh, you know already don't you?" It was obvious that he felt uncomfortable with the conversation.

"I know.. Some things. Ben really loves his gossip doesn't he?" you laughed. "You guys were a couple and now you're... not?" you softly said, taking a sip of your tea.

"We were never an official couple... We dated, sure... But it never really... Felt right, you know? We just didn't click."

"And that took you three months to figure out?"

"Yeah- well... She cheated on me. So I guess it didn't feel right for her either" Gwilym sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear," you softly said, offering a bit of sympathy, even though you didn't really have any.

"It's okay, really. I wasn't ever meant to be, was it?" he laughed.

Before you got the chance to answer him, he cleared his throat and started talking again. You took in a deep breath of air and slumped back in your chair allowing Gwilym to say what he needed to say.

"Anyway - I didn't.." he paused for a while, clearly unsure of how to word his next sentence. "Listen. I didn't know that you felt like that... you know, the- uh... the crush and all. But if I had known, of course, I would've never gone after someone else. I thought that... what we had was simply platonic. That's how I thought you wanted it. I spent so much time trying to hint at us becoming something… more. But since you never picked up on any of the hints I just thought you weren't interested." He sighed defeated stopping for a moment to take a sip of his tea.

You didn't say anything. You focused on breathing steadily and not pouring your tea into your lap.

"I'm so sorry for... everything you've been through. I just wish I had known - I wish you would've told me instead of just... Freezing me out. I get it - I really do. Couldn't have been easy seeing what you saw." You could clearly see the pain in his eyes as he thought back on that night.

"Gwilym…" you chimed in, only to be cut off by him again.

"No - listen. I just want to let you know that… I'm not mad at you. I unknowingly broke your heart - yes, Ben talks too much and let me in on everything. He was my only source to check in on you," he admitted, lowering his head in some sort of shame.

"You checked in on me?" your voice was fragile and barely louder than a whisper.

"Of course I did. You're still my main squeeze." He softly said placing his hands down on the table, open and inviting you to place yours directly in his. And so you did.

"Gwilym I'm-"

"I'm not done"

"I don't care - it's my turn now," you laughed and squeezed his hands. "Listen," you started and sighed "What I did was wrong. It was bad. And I feel so ashamed of the way I've been acting. You didn't do anything wrong, really. I just overreacted and I realized that fairly quickly but... I was way too ashamed to tell you that."

A soft laugh emitted from Gwilym's mouth as you finished your sentence.

"God this is a strange conversation to have," you sighed through a soft laugh.

"Yeah, it really is. But I think I understand what the main point of all of it is," he said and stood from his chair.

You followed his lead and rose to your feet, not exactly knowing why you did it. It only took him two long strides to move around your table and stand right in front of you. He quickly grabbed a hold of your hands and held them tight to his chest.

"I might have misinterpreted something now, so tell me if I'm all off," he started and squeezed your hands a little tighter.

"But it's always been us, hasn't it. We've just never… dared to act upon it," he continued, scanning your face for some sort of confirmation.

The tension between the two of you grew rapidly. The air almost felt thick and the sudden silence seemed deafening. You wanted him more than ever. To just jump into his arms and forget anything bad had ever happened. But you hadn’t spoken in three months. A slight twinge of fear soared through your body. A fear that he was merely using you to get back up after been cheated on. Not that he ever struck you like the type of person who would just go about and mindlessly play with other people's feelings.

"Gwilym, I don't want to be your stupid rebound." At this point, you were almost crying.

"You're not! Absolutely not!" he protested and pulled you a little closer to his body. "I know my timing is awful, but you're the reason things between Erica and I never got really serious. You're the reason it never felt right. I thought about you every single day and these few months have been hell for me. Please just believe me. You're not a rebound. You're so much more than that. I'll show you every single day for the rest of my life - if you'll allow me into your heart again"

He looked at you with the most vulnerable and pleading eyes you had ever seen from him. His warm hands still covering yours had started to shake just a little and his energy had changed. You had never had him so raw and vulnerable before and it broke your heart, but in a good way. Slowly you took a step closer to him, to the point where your feet were between his and your hips almost touched - almost a hug without arms.

"I'm still in love with you," you whispered softer than ever, scared of what would happen next.

Gwilym sighed and you felt him melt into you. His sigh made him sound relieved and he seemed to be more relaxed than before. The two of your shared a moment of the most intense silence and the deepest eye contact you had ever had with anyone before. The moment didn’t last too long before Gwilym finally let go of your hands and instead cupped your face and rested his forehead against yours.

You stood completely still barely even breathing.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, lips hovering just above his.

“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he laughed softly before he finally closed his eyes and leaned forward to close the tiny space that had been between your mouths.

His soft lips slowly moved against yours, kissing you softer than you had been kissed before. It felt like it was your very first kiss. The butterflies in your stomach started to spread and you couldn’t think about anything other than Gwilym’s mouth against yours and the feeling of his stubble against your chin.

“You’re right,” you said, just as you broke the kiss.

“Right about what?”

“It has always been us. It really has.”

“Thought so,” he laughed and slid his hands down your body, bringing them to rest on your lower back, just above your butt.

“Now this might seem rushed, but I have one final question I need to ask you today,” he said and pulled your body closer to his.

“Yeah?”

“Would you do me the utmost honour of becoming my girlfriend?” His voice was calmer than you had thought it would be by now. But his calmness gave you a boost of confidence. He felt safe around you and really wanted you in his life - wanted you, as his girlfriend, and he wasn’t scared to ask you or to admit his feelings to you.

“Yes - Oh my, yes! Gwilym, yes!” you whined, almost crying again.

You placed your hands around his neck pulling his face close to yours again before desperately crashing your lips against his. It felt like he was the only thing on the planet that you needed to survive. Finally, everything felt as if it had fallen into place.

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me And after all, you're my Wonderwall.

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celebrity crush ; ben hardy x reader

“hyyy could you write some fluffy ben x reader where she is also an actress (like reaaally famous) on bo rhap and they are all doing an instagram live on her profile and ben is sitting next to her and looking at her all 😍😏😩💦 and everyone is commenting about him and they ship them and later that day they all tag them in screen shots of him looking at her like that and then he decides to confess it lol thank youuuu LOVE YOUR BLOG BTW” - Anon

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, some swearing

A/N: thank you so much for sending this in, anon! hope you don’t mind that i made slight changes. happy reading! 💓

You and the rest of the BoRhap cast were currently in the living room, just relaxing and hanging out. Filming just wrapped up, and you were happy and somewhat sad at the same time. Happy that filming was finally finished, sad because you only had limited time to hang out with Ben your friends.

Being a long-time fan of Queen, you were over the moon when your manager told you that you were casted in the movie. Even though it wasn’t a major role, you wouldn’t miss a chance to be part of a movie about your favorite band of all time.

So, you were cast as the Miami’s assistant, who has worked with Queen for as long as he did. Brian and Roger even told you that they considered her as a fifth member, because she would make amazing suggestions whenever they recorded songs, and literally served as the support system of the band through their shittiest times, so they really thought of her as family.

Brian even told you that Roger had a really tiny crush on her back then, like they would flirt a little sometimes, so you weren’t surprised when she visited the set and reunited with the two of them, Roger was almost stumbling with his words.

He was even more shocked, along with Brian, when they finally saw you in costume, seeing as you were literally the spitting image of her.

Okay, back to the present.

You were currently on the couch, sitting beside Ben, who you’ve grown to have feelings for throughout filming. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve always liked Ben, especially his performance in X-Men: Apocalypse as Angel, who you thought he was extremely hot.

Being a fellow Marvel actor, you almost had the chance to meet him. But, you were part of the MCU cast, a different cast, so it didn’t really happen to your dismay. So, when you found out you were both cast in BoRhap, you couldn’t wait for Infinity War to finish filming so you could finally meet your long time celebrity crush Ben.

Quietly sipping on your drink, trying to ignore the close contact you had with the blond, you looked over to Joe, who was picking out a song for karaoke until he finally chose Purple Rain by Prince.

“Look, it’s your song,” You joked as you gently nudged Ben, gesturing towards Joe, who, you were positive, was already a little bit tipsy. Ben let out a soft laugh, “Can’t wait for this.”

Laughters erupted in the living room when Joe finally reached the chorus. Yup, he was more than just tipsy. You immediately pulled your phone out and went live on Instagram. “Hey, guys,” You greeted, trying hard not to laugh.

(y/n)ismyqueen: “OMGGG THE QUEEN IS LIVE”

ilove(y/n): “WASSUPPP ❤️”

idontwannagomrstark: “IS TOM THERE”

benmakesmehardy: “is that ben?????????”

You pointed the camera towards Joe, who was already kneeling on the floor, singing his heart out. You continued to record Joe who was channeling his inner Prince until he finally ended, dropping the mic on the floor.

Everyone in the room cheered, until Joe saw you recording, immediately running to you, “I swear to god, (Y/N), if you post that,” You chuckled, showing him in your live, “It’s on live, Joe.”

joemozzarella: “OHMYGDOG I WISH JOE SANG TO ME LIKE THAT”

(y/n)ismyqueen: “HIIII JOEEE ❤️”

benmakesmehardy: “ohmygod i love this cast”

ilove(y/n): “I STAN !!!!!!!!!!”

Joe shrugged, “Nevermind, everyone already knows I’m fabulous,” You chuckled, while Ben playfully rolled his eyes at your tipsy friend. “By the way, here’s Rog- I mean, Ben,” You joked as you moved the camera towards the blond, him shooting the camera a wave and a soft smile, which made your heart flutter.

You continued the live, Ben still by your side, answering some questions from your fans.

(y/n)ismyqueen: “PLS TELL US U DIDNT REALLY DIE IN INFINITY WAR OMGGMOMOG”

ilove(y/n): “I WILL LITERALLY SNAP THANOS’ NECK IF YOU REALLY DID”

idontwannagomrstark: “LEAK THE TRAILER”

You laughed at the comments, “Oh my god, guys,” before placing a finger on your lips, “Can’t say anything, Marvel might fire me,” Ben chuckled along with you before saying, “No, they won’t, you’re too amazing to get fired.”

Your cheeks blushed deep red at his comment, so you just laughed it off as a joke, but, your followers thought otherwise.

(y/n)ismyqueen: “OH MYGOD BEN ❤️❤️❤️”

benmakesmehardy: “WHEN WILL THESE TWO GET TOGETHER THE CLOCK IS TICKING SWEETIES”

hardyx(l/n): “I LOVE MY PARENTS”

ilove(y/n): “I want someone to look at me the way Ben looks at (Y/N) 😍😍😍”

Too busy looking at the comments, you didn’t realize that the blond beside was already staring at you, enamored, with an affectionate gaze.

hardyx(l/n): “GUYS GUYS LOOK AT BEN AWWWWWW 😍❤️”

benmakesmehardy: “IDK IF SHOULD I BE IN LOVE WITH (Y/N) OR WITH BEN”

(y/n)ismyqueen: “IM LITERALLY BEN”

joe_mazzello: “can you two just get together already i can feel the tension in the room”

mrgwilymlee: “I second that”

ramimalek: “Third”

lucyboynton1: “Fourth”

therealleech: “Fifth”

brianmayforreal: “Sixth ! Bri”

rogertaylorofficial: “Seventh”

If it was possible, your cheeks blushed even more, seeing all the comments about you and Ben. You looked over to your side, seeing the blond continuing to stare at you with his warm eyes that made your heart feel like it ran a marathon.

You looked away quickly, a blush still evident on your face, “Alright, lovelies, that’s all the time I got today, but I promise to go live again sometime soon!” You waved at the camera, before ending the live and exiting Instagram.

Sighing, you closed your phone and immediately stood up, walking fast towards the door that lead to the balcony, looking out to the view of the city lights. You leaned against the railing, trying to calm down your rapid beating heart.

Does Ben actually like me? You asked yourself, looking out to the starlit sky. Yeah, he was looking at you like that, but, was it real? Or was it just for the fans?

You let out a sigh, too deep in your thoughts to notice a certain blond approaching. Feeling someone beside you, you immediately knew it was Ben. You honestly didn’t know what to say to him until he finally spoke up, “I mean it, you know.”

You looked up at him in confusion, immediately drowning in his green orbs. “You really are the most amazing person I know,” He breathed, cupping your cheek with his hand.

Staring into each other’s eyes for a bit longer, you began to lean in towards Ben, him doing the same. Slowly closing your eyes, feeling a wave of electricity went through your entire body when you felt his soft lips press against yours.

As both your lips moved against each other softly, he cupped both your cheeks in his hands while your hands were pressed against his firm chest, feeling his own rapid heartbeat under your fingers.

Both of your were so lost in each other’s lips that you didn’t notice the rest of the cast already watching you from the inside until a camera shutter was heard.

You and Ben quickly, but gently pulled away from each other’s lips to see the whole cast standing by the door, Lucy holding up her phone. “It’s about time!” Joe cheered.

The entire cast bursted into laughter, but congratulated you both for finally getting together after crushing on each other for God knows how long. Ben held your hand softly, before smiling fondly at you and entering the living room again, but as a couple this time.

Later on, you heard a ‘ding’ come from your phone, signaling a notification.

“benhardy1 tagged you in a post.”

Opening Instagram again, you blushed as you saw the picture that Lucy took of both you and Ben in the middle of your kiss earlier captioned,

“Finally. ❤️”

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cherries-n-rocknroll · 5 years

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Summer days at the beach || Roger x Reader [fluffy headcanons]

Word count: 1k

Warnings: fluff, a tiny little bit nsfw??? (blink and you’ll miss it), a little bit of self-conscious!reader.

A/N: It’s really nice weather here and so this idea popped up in my head.

You loved to go to the beach together now and then. Getting some sun on your face, and the water providing you some relief from the warmth.

Also the fact that you could admire each others body the entire day without it being weird was great.

But also, you were usually quite self-conscious about your body. That wasn’t so great, but Roger would always tell you were beautiful no matter what. Which helped a little.

“I’m not ripped either, love. And do you think I’m ugly because of that?”

You nodded ‘no’

“Exactly.”

“But-”

“No! No but. Now go upstairs and put on one of your cute swimsuits. Doesn’t matter which one you’ll look cute anyways.”

And then he kissed your cheek before walking away towards the kitchen.

Fruit was one of your favorite things to take with you when you went to the beach.

Watermelon was an absolute must.

Also lots of water of course.

Putting on sunscreen would always end in mini massages.

“Rog, can you pass me the sunscreen?” you said, lying on your towel.

“Sure love,” he said, handing you the bottle. “Actually, no, wait! Let me do it.” He would pour some of it in his palm and smear it onto your body, taking way longer than necessary.

Sometimes you didn’t want to go into the water and then Roger would go on his own. Enjoying the cold water while you were lying on your towel, reading something.

When you did go into the water together it was a lot of fun. You would jump along with the waves, splash water onto each other, sit on Rogers' neck or swim underneath each other like a fish.

When the sea was calm and there weren't many people you liked to let yourself float onto the water. With Roger a few meters away from you, eyes closed, and the sun on your face.

Sometimes Roger would place his hands under your back and gently push you through the water. Or he would blow bubbles against the skin of your waist. Or he would start making bubbles underneath you with his hands. It was a funny feeling.

Occasionally you would float through the water in an embrace, or well, you wrapped around Roger while he had his feet on the ground. It always felt very relaxing.

Once he thought it was funny to just throw himself onto you when you were lying on your stomach, eyes closed, totally relaxed. And you squeaked loudly at his cold skin pressing against you.

“Asshole! Get off!” you squeaked.

“I’m just cooling you down, love. What’s wrong with that?” He smirked against your neck. Not bothering to get off. And he placed some kisses along your shoulders. “Don’t want to cool down than?”

“Rog, I love you very much, but you’re fucking cold! besides, you’re not exactly light.”

He eventually rolled off, getting sand all over his side and you, but he didn’t care.

Sometimes when he came out of the water and you were standing for some reason he would cuddle you from behind. Once again making you squeak from his cold chest pressing against your back.

"Rog you're hella cold!"

"Just wanna cuddle sweetheart."

"Yeah, do that when you're dry and not ice cold next time."

Now and then you would go to the beach house to get ice.

Sometimes you couldn't help yourself and liked to stare at him intensely as you licked from the bottom to the tip of your ice lolly. You saw him twitch.

Sometimes he did a similar thing.

When you stayed till the evening you would eat dinner at the restaurant by the beach.

And you would watch the sun go down. Enjoying the beautiful colors and each others’ company. Roger usually next to you smoking a cigarette. He looked pretty hot like that. Bare chest, covered in a light layer of sweat, the light giving him a sort of golden glow, and puffs of smoke nonchalantly leaving his mouth.

When it got colder Roger would wrap a towel around you and side hug you. And you would lay your head on his shoulder.

Occasionally he would softly sing a song. Oh, how you loved that boys voice. And usually, you would hum along, creating an harmonious tune together.

It was terribly romantic.

You loved to just sit like that. Next to him, maybe holding each other's hand?

A few times you stayed at the beach till midnight and laid under the stars together. And another time you drove for a bit only to stop in a dark area so you could stargaze there (and possibly do other things). He knew you loved doing that. Staying up; enjoying the peacefulness of the night; staring up at the sky.

When you would get home (usually far past midnight) you were absolutely exhausted. Your body still feeling like it was moving along with the waves.

But you had to shower because the sand was absolutely everywhere. So you would shower together. Rubbing the soap over each others body.

Again, this usually ended up in giving each other a little massage. Because you both loved touching each other.

You always enjoyed rubbing your hands over his chest and his back, feeling the gentle curves of his muscles.

Roger loved to let his hands roam all over your body, the soap making that very easy. And he couldn’t help himself, he just had to squeeze your boobs and ass a little.

It wasn’t even sexual really, just gentle and lazy touches.

When you showered together you also loved to wash each other's hair. Letting your hands' glide through the locks.

When Roger did your hair he liked to sweep it to the side for a second (him standing behind you) to place kisses along your shoulder.

When you got into bed (usually naked because it was way too hot for clothes) you would crawl up into his arm and it didn’t take long before you both dozed off. The feeling of the waves still rushing through your body making you feel very relaxed.

You loved those summer days. The beach days. The ‘Let’s stay a little longer and look at the stars days’. Those lazy midnight shower days. But most of all you loved the person you did all of this with.

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jetsandbennie · 5 years

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the name situation.

summary: the main problem during your pregnancy is choosing the name - every part of it.

warnings: fluff, slight angst, pregnancy

pairing: ben hardy x joe mazzello x reader

Every month, Joe claimed your stomach was the perfect size. He’d been saying it since you first ran out of the bathroom to your boyfriends and told them you swore there was a bump, at every ultrasound where the fruit size of your baby got larger, at every milestone you passed.

‘It’s the perfect size!’

The sentiment was - admittedly - overused but you appreciated it. It gave you confidence, how both of your boys treated your swollen belly. Joe, complimenting you every day, and Ben, who considered a moment wasted if his hand wasn’t feeling the baby inside of you. When the three of you went to sleep you tended to be in the middle, both of their arms crossed over you so they could feel the swell as they slept. When the baby kicked for the first time, Ben got on his knees and felt it and cried into Joe’s lap.

You loved it all. Loved how they loved it. When you’d found out about the pregnancy you’d worried beyond belief, that they would grow distant from you, perhaps find more comfort in each other as your body changed. But the past nine months had been possibly the best of your relationship, and if you could go back in time and tell your past self not to worry because they’d love you even more while you carried their child, you would in a heartbeat.

Save your past self all of that worry.

In the grand scheme of things the pregnancy had gone perfect. Any confidence issues you’d faced, about your stomach and your boobs and the excess weight the baby was giving you, evaporated any time the boys managed to get it out of you. The boys would wake up at ungodly hours to get you any of the foods the bean craved, and your sex live remained as lively and healthy as it could be in your state.

There were - struggles, admittedly, but the majority were tiny. Like the few hate comments you’d get on their posts about you - on one particular occasion, Joe posted a picture of his palm over your stomach and you’d received a particularly nasty comment that involved the word whore, and in your overly hormonal state it had made you cry. Comments in a relationship like yours weren’t unheard of but they did suck, especially during pregnancy. But the boys had comforted you, replied brutally to the comment, and worshipped you until you could barely remember what the comment said.

Some problems were a bit bigger, like the decision to even announce it on social media in the first place, which Ben, surprisingly, had been vehemently against. But in the end you’d decided - fans deserved to know, and when the baby came it would be worse to just announce it then. So the announcement posts went up, and the response was largely positive. Another big one was the name situation, which had stretched for a significantly large portion of your pregnancy.

“I don’t understand how we haven’t found a single good name!” Ben complained one evening, as the three of you sat on the couch in the living room, flipping through baby name books, some forgotten movie playing on the television. You’d been there for nearly an hour, “They all just don’t seem right.”

“I know,” you mused softly, running your finger down the list of unique unisex baby names in one of the books Joe had bought from the book store in, what he called, a baby frenzy. Included in the frenzy was a bag of toys, clothes, and numerous baby help books. You had read them all. “At this point, it’ll pop out and we’ll have to call it unnamed. And it’ll be unnamed for its entire life, and it’ll hate us.”

Joe cringed to himself, scrolling through his phone, head in Ben’s lap. “Don’t call our baby it! She’s a she!”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m telling you, Joe, I don’t think it’s a girl. Mother’s instinct is always right.”

“Doesn’t father’s instinct exist?”

“No!” you and Ben chided in, and Joe grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ben shut the book he’d been flipping through and leaned forward to set it on the coffee table, running his newly occupied fingers through Joe’s hair. The ginger smiled slightly, meeting Ben’s eyes and giving him a grin. “Wouldn’t it be easier to pick a name if we knew the gender?” questioned Ben, narrowing his eyes at you.

You furrowed your brows, leaning into Ben’s side. “How? We can’t find names when we’re looking for both genders, let alone if we had to narrow it down.”

“I’m just say - “

Joe interrupted the blonde, “You were outnumbered, Benny. Two against one. You never stood a chance. Now shut up and watch Marley and Me.”

Ben shifted to wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He stuck his bottom lip out, just a bit, but he couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading across his face. It always happened involuntarily when Joe affectionately referred to him as Benny. “It’s is such a sad movie, baby. Why do you like it?”

“Because it’s good! Now shut up!”

And the three of you fell into silence again, though you continued to flip through your book, eyes trailing through the K section. All of the bloody names felt either too modern or too old, too long or too short. Seeing as you didn’t know the gender you reckoned a unisex name would be better but none of them jumped out at you. Imagining calling the bean some of those names - you couldn’t fathom it.

Eventually you rested the book on the cushion beside you, still open to the pages of L names. You tugged a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped yourself into it, leaning fully into Ben. Your hand joined his, running through Joe’s fluffy, ginger hair - he loved getting his hair played with and you and Ben were all too happy to provide.

“What about Marley?”

Joe’s voice was quiet with the suggestion, and you contemplated it briefly.

“You want to name our baby after a dog?” Ben questioned, fingers coming to a halt in his hair. “No.”

“Wait, wait. It could be cute.” You paused. “But what if people ask where we got the name from and we have to tell them we got it from Marley and Me? That’s embarrassing for us and the baby.”

“We can say we got it from somewhere else,” said Joe. “Like Bob Marley or something.”

Ben laughed and then said, “That doesn’t change the fact that we actually got it from Marley and Me.”

“We’ll put it in our back pockets.” You promised, and then glanced at Ben with a grin. Joe was a goof, the look said. It was one you practiced often, since before you even added Joe into the equation, when he was just your oddly close friend. But now - well.

You didn’t talk for another couple of minutes - your mind was half on the movie and half on the name discussion. Marley wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t perfect and you needed the name to be perfect. You weren’t carrying the baby for nine months to give them a mediocre name. And after nearly six months of sitting on various different names, none of them working, you felt like hope was nearly totally gone.

After nearly a half hour of just watching the movie - tears welling up in your eyes repeatedly, and you kept having to wipe your cheeks with your sleeve - Joe spoke up again. “Well - what about Marla? If it’s a girl - which it will be - and for a boy - ”

“Joe.” Ben stated without hesitating, and Joe looked up at him with a smile. “Joseph IV. I mean, it has to be. It’s only right. We need another Joe in our lives, anyway.” And the three of you shared a small laugh.

You smiled, moving your hand from Joe’s hair to his cheek, and leaning up to kiss Ben’s cheek. A grin slowly spread across your face, your heart swelling.

“I love it. I love both of them.”

And - once that portion of the name conflict had been resolved there was another one, a more serious one, as you neared the 38 week point. Your stomach swelled beyond belief, you decorated the baby’s room (well, more accurately Ben and Joe did but you sat on the rocking chair in the corner and watched as they put together the crib) and you packed a hospital bag for when the exact moment came.

You, Ben and Joe had been lying in bed after a long bath - one that had lasted until the water ran cold and the bubbles had nearly gone - clean and giggly and heavy lidded. You were resting on your back, a pillow beneath you for the pains you’d acquired during pregnancy. It seemed like every muscle in your body was aching, no matter what, but none worse than your back. Thus, the pillow, constantly beneath you whenever you were lying on your back. Joe had his face buried in your shoulder, Ben thrown half over his body. Ben’s hand sat at the top of your stomach, yours over his, the baby stirring ever so slightly inside you. As you gotten closer to your due date the baby became more and more restless, always finding time to move and kick.

“Sweetheart.” Joe murmured, and you weren’t exactly sure to whom he was speaking to but you didn’t reckon it really mattered. “What is the last name going to be?”

You paused, but before you could answer Ben said, “I thought it would be Hardy-Mazzello, you know? What else?”

“Rather long.” the ginger mused, his cheek pressed against your shoulder.

“Maybe, but we need to get both of your names in there.” You paused and then smiled. “Yours is what makes it long, Mr. Mazzello. You know that, right?”

Joe brought his arm up and pinched your arm, and you giggled. There was another beat of silence before Ben said, “Why d’you bring it up again? We’ve talked about it before.”

Joe said, “I don’t know. Don’t you think it should be just one of our names?”

“No.” came your immediate response, harsher and blunter than you’d intended. You softened your voice. “No,” you repeated. “I don’t want the baby to have only one of your last names. You’re both it’s dads. So it’ll have both of your last names. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”

Ben rested his chin against Joe’s chest, his brows furrowed as he stared at his boyfriend’s face. “Joe - “

“Doesn’t it have to be complicated, though? There’s three of us.” Joe’s words were making you frown a bit more every syllable. “Technically, only one of us can be the dad, and - “

“Joe.” Ben’s voice was quiet. Shaky. “We’re both the dads. You know that. The baby - it’s both of ours.”

“It’s Hardy-Mazzello - it has to be. Why don’t you want that?” You brought your hand to rest on Joe’s cheek, blinking in the darkness. Whatever happy mood you’d felt earlier had nearly evaporated with the turn in conversation - it was odd.

“I don’t know.” You could tell Joe wasn’t being completely honest so you waited until he elaborated. “I’m just nervous. That it’ll confuse her to have two of us. And what if she gets more attached to Ben and I’m left behind?”

“That’ll never happen, Joe.” Ben told him firmly - you’d meant to respond but when you opened your mouth you felt an odd sort of pain in your stomach and you inhaled sharply, but neither of the boys noticed. “It’ll love you. Baby Hardy-Mazzello are going to love you when they meet you. We’ll be a perfect family.”

You pushed yourself into a sitting position, and Ben’s hand fell off your stomach. “Um - I think - the baby. I think it’s coming.”

After nine hours of labor, Marla Hardy-Mazzello was born, screaming and crying violently, but it was the greatest noise you’d ever heard. Joe dropped his head into your shoulder and sobbed and Ben followed the doctors around, cutting the umbilical cord with shaky hands and watching them clean her up. When Dr. Nash placed her in your arms, bundled in a pink blanket, you didn’t think you’d ever felt such bliss. Ben clambered into the bed behind you, sitting on the pillows so you were in between his legs. The doctors left and it was the four of you, your boyfriends and your daughter, your beautiful wonderful daughter.

“I - “ Joe’s voice was shaking, and he brought his arm up to wipe the tear tracks off his face. “I told you she was a girl. I told you. F-father’s instinct, right?”

You didn’t respond, just stroked your thumb down your little angel’s cheek and listened to her soft breaths as she slept. Joe stood and sat on the bed next to you, reaching over to grab Ben’s hand. Ben leaned forward and pulled the blanket slightly off her face, so you could all see her features.

“Your eyes, I think.” Ben said quietly, and when you looked up at him his eyes were on Joe, not you. You smiled slightly.

“I think they look more like yours, actually,” came Joe’s response, and then there was another pause before he said, “Your chin, sweetheart.” And you knew that was directed at you, because her chin did, admittedly, look awfully similar to yours.

“Do you want to hold her?” you posed the question to either man, and though you could practically feel Ben rippling in excitement beside you at the thought of holding his baby girl, Joe reached out first, taking your baby in his arms and cradling her gently. And you looked up at Ben, and he smiled, and you knew it was important for Joe to hold her.

(You’d have so much time, all of you.)

You leaned back against Ben’s chest, feeling his fingers combing through your locks as the pair of you admired Joe and Marla, the way he rocked her, one finger against her face. He looked like he was born to be a father, like this was the ultimate place he was supposed to be. Sitting on a cramped hospital bed with his boyfriend and girlfriend, cradling her gently.

“She’s so pretty,” Joe whispered, and you watched a tear go down his cheek again and Ben reached over to wipe it off. “She looks so much like you. Your nose, your chin.”

You nodded. “Looks like you, too.” Then you glanced up at Ben, who was staring, near entranced, at Joe and Marla. “You, too. Like a mix of the three of us.”

“Our daughter.” Ben said, and his voice was soft yet firm and as Joe glanced up at him, he repeated it. “Our amazing daughter.”

Joe nodded, turning so Ben and you could look at Marla’s face - eyes open slightly, fist clenched. She was beautiful, eyes dark brown, a spattering of soft hair on her head. You were absolutely exhausted, body sore and eyes heavy, after hours and hours of going through labour, but God, it was all worth it. You would do it a million times over for this moment - Ben loosely wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry,” Joe began, but you brought his finger up to his lips.

“Not now. You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Ben’s fingers in your hair stopped as you continued speaking. “Marla Hardy-Mazzello. Right?”

Joe grinned, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to Marla’s nose. “Right.”

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dayoneliveaid · 5 years

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doing alright

okay friends! here is my first ever fic–hope you all like it! literally just 5.3k of maylor getting high and having some sexy times!! smut and a lil fluff hehehe (ft. a little deacury makeout sesh!!)

i live for feedback, and would love to get some requests from you guys for other fics, drabbles, headcanons, etc. enjoy, lovies!!

“Brian, darling, you’ve got to lighten up a bit! It’s only marijuana,” Freddie drawled, rolling the rrr sound out for much longer than Brian was comfortable with. It wasn’t that Brian was against smoking, exactly. He had just never really seen the appeal before. He was happy with the buzz from a few beers on occasion, and never really desired more.

“Really, Bri, you’ll love it. Makes the whole world go fuzzy and lovely,” John chimed in, joining in on the peer pressure. Taking a long drag from the joint Roger had expertly rolled a few minutes ago, John let his head loll back on the armrest of the couch he was splayed out on.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, mate,” Roger piped in, already enjoying the calming sensation from the few hits he’d taken. “But it does feel nice. Like, real nice,” he added, subtly licking those pouty pink lips Brian could never say no to.

Brian looked around at the three of them, all lounging about on different plush couches and armchairs that decorated the interior of the posh little hotel room they were hanging out in: Freddie stoned out of his mind, John following shortly after, and Roger with that goofy little smile he always got when he was a little too happy.

After thinking a few more moments, Brian shrugged and plucked the joint from John’s fingers, mimicking with his own the way he had seen them all holding it. He brought it up to his lips, looking over at Roger for, perhaps, some encouragement or pride or something else ridiculous that Brian was always trying to get out of him, and took a hit.

He’d obviously smoked cigarettes before, though he had quit them long ago, so the smoke quickly filling his mouth was not an unfamiliar feeling. He breathed in the smoke, the stale burnt-plant taste sticking to his tongue while everything else filled his throat and lungs. He didn’t cough, really, just breathed out a little uneasy, waiting to see what effect it might have.

As soon as he’d exhaled, John broke out into a round of applause, followed by Freddie shouting, “Bravo, darling! Couldn’t be more proud! We’ll make a proper druggie of you yet, my love!” Roger didn’t do much else but smirk, and snatch the joint from between Brian’s fingers to take his own puff from it. “Want another, Bri? I don’t think one hit will do much for you anyhow,” Roger asked, blowing smoke out his mouth as he said it. And god, if it didn’t just look so attractive when Roger did it, smoking might not seem so appealing to Brian in that moment.

So Brian took another drag, a little longer this time, holding it a bit deeper. Almost as soon as he breathed out again, he could feel some sort of funny foreign sensation take him over. It wasn’t all-consuming by any means, not like getting properly plastered. It began slowly, more like his sense of time was getting slightly warped, calming him fractionally. He looked across to Roger, unable to help the giddy smile that spread across his face as he scanned the drummer’s features. It felt like it took ages to take his eyes off Roger, starting with those damned babydoll eyes, to the slightly upturned slope of his nose, down to those rosy lips he always fancied to steal a glance at.

“Alright, Bri?” Roger asked, almost a whisper, eyebrow cocking ever so slightly.

“Yeah. Alright,” Brian replied, blinking his eyes through what felt like the thickest air he’d ever breathed. Everything was moving so slow, but in a good way. Like he’d never have to take his eyes off Roger if things stayed like this. His head would stay warm and filled with these pretty little images of Roger smirking at him like that.

“Boys, I think we’ve done it,” Roger chuckled, getting Freddie and John’s attention, “I think Bri’s properly stoned!”

Freddie and John immediately began cackling, getting just as much enjoyment out of the slightly ridiculous face Brian was making as he tried to reconcile his movements with the strange, strange way his head was starting to feel.

“Isn’t it wonderful, Bri? I told you you’d love it. Makes you feel so good, dunnit? Makes you want to lay down and hug everything,” Freddie mused, crawling over to where John was laying on the floor to give him a full-bodied hug. “And kiss everyone,” he giggled, pressing little wet kisses to John’s cheek. The bassist immediately blushed pink, trying to push Freddie away to save his own dignity. “Not in front of the boys, Fred,” John chuckled, quiet and sheepish.

Brian pried his eyes from the little scene Freddie was making to look over at Roger again, his mind going blurry and tranquil. Roger did the same, as he knew John didn’t like it when Freddie was so publicly affectionate toward him, smiling wide and happy as he locked eyes with Brian.

“Fred’s right,” Roger said, voice low as he scooted closer to Brian on the couch they shared. “Makes you want to do all sort of things,” he almost-whispered, gently removing the joint from between Brian’s fingers so he could take another drag. He then stood up and announced, “Alright, boys. This has been lovely, but I’m quite tired. Gonna go to bed.”

With the joint, and a wink to Brian, Roger left the room to go down to the hall the the room he was actually meant to be staying in. All four of them always got their own hotel rooms on tours, but they usually ended up just hanging out and sharing until Freddie and John wanted to fuck–which is exactly what it looked like they were about to do, Brian realized–and he certainly did not want to be there for that.

“Um,” Brian mumbled, standing up shakily, “I think… I’ll go to bed as well. Night lads,” he said, the drugs clearly having no effect on his ability to be intensely awkward at times, his two other bandmates already snogging wildly on the floor next to him.

However, instead of going to his own room, Brian decided he still wanted to hang out with Roger. The high was making all his pining much more intense, somehow. He didn’t think it was ever possible for Roger to get prettier than he usually was, but somehow the drugs put Brian on a whole new level of worship for the drummer.

“Rog?” he whispered, giving a light knock on Roger’s door. “Fred and John are, um, you know. They’re… can I come in? Hang out a bit?” he asked, words coming out lazy and a little slurred. Roger answered the door, slightly less dressed than the last time Brian saw him.

He answered the door in quite the outfit: just some grey boxer briefs and a billowy open button-down that Brian recognized as his own. “Course, Bri. Come on in,” he said, welcoming Brian into the room.

“Is that… is that my shirt, Rog?” Brian asked, eyes scanning his entire body, from the wispy blonde hairs on his legs, up to the bare chest peeking out from his shirt, right up to that bloody adorable face he always had on.

“Suppose it is, Bri. Problem?” he asked, definitely aware of the once-over Brian was giving him. Brian didn’t notice the little smirk on Roger’s face as his band member gave his whole body a scan.

“No, no. No problem,” Brian mumbled, head spinning with an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. He was so fucking happy, standing across from Roger wearing hardly anything except his own clothing that was adorably oversized on the drummer’s smaller frame. “I just, um. Didn’t know you had it, and I think I’m like. Really high?” he giggled, eyes crinkling up at the sides.

“Good, glad that one’s settled. You do realize you’re stoned off your ass, yeah?” Roger laughed, leading Brian inside to take a seat on the bed he’d just been lounging around on.

“Yeah, I’ve gathered that,” Brian replied, his already soft spoken manner somehow even softer now. “Feels quite nice though. Like everything’s just… dreamy. Like, I keep looking at you and it’s just how you’ve always been–‘cause you’ve always been nice and cute and everything. But this is like… different. Like Fred said. It’s like I could have a big cuddle and hug you forever and not have it be enough, I think. Y’know?”

Roger grinned, lip quirking up at every new ridiculous word that was spilling from Brian’s mouth. “You think I’m cute?” he asked, cheeky as ever, hiding a little blush on his cheeks.

Brian sighed, like he had been keeping his admiration for Roger a secret and he was suddenly being found out. Because, after all, it wasn’t truly a secret.

It started as a running joke within the band–Freddie taking jabs at him for always following Roger around like a lost puppy, John making some snide remark about how Brian always had “heart eyes” for Roger when he had a solo–but Brian never found the comedy in it. Roger, too, caught on to the way Brian would look at him, catch his eyes lingering on his lips while they were talking, the way his hands might catch a little too long on the small of his back when they’d hug. But Roger didn’t mind it at all, not in the least. He always leaned into it, let Brian admire him, stare, touch, linger as much as he wanted.

So Roger would do it, too. He’d catch Brian staring and return it with a wink, hug him a little tighter so their hips fit right up against each other, bury his face into Brian’s neck to breathe in his scent. Not things they talked about, nothing they’d ever mention. It wasn’t all too serious.

Until suddenly, stoned out of his mind, it felt very serious to Brian. Serious enough for Brian to reach out and take Roger’s hand in his own, studying it carefully, slipping his own fingers between Roger’s and holding them like that.

“You’re more than cute, Rog. You’re bloody wonderful. Like, the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” Brian said, voice low and light, almost inaudible. “So talented and beautiful a-and everybody loves you so much, y’know. Even if you’re a bit of a dick sometimes. I think you’re sweet, really.”

Roger blinked up at Brian, eyes wide in disbelief. “Bri, are you serious, or just taking the piss? Because it’s not funny if you are!”

“I’m not,” Brian replied calmly, stroking his thumb over the top of Roger’s hand as if to let him know just how serious he was being. “I just think you’re lovely.”

And with that, Brian leaned in carefully until his lips were pressed gently against Roger’s. It felt like it took a million years to travel the distance between their mouths and finally get himself to exactly where he wanted to be–kissing his best friend.

Roger, though a bit taken aback at first, melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. He let Brian kiss him slow, smooth, a bit chaste for Roger’s taste, honestly. But it was so sweet, so Brian, that he couldn’t even complain. He let Brian carefully prod his mouth open with his tongue, one hand moving to sink into the fluffy mess that was Roger’s hair.

After a minute or so, Roger got with the program and gave it right back to Brian, gripping at his shoulders and coming back at him with small nips to his lower lip and his tongue nudging a bit more aggressively into his mouth.

Before either of them could realize, they were falling back onto the bed, Roger half on top of Brian and leaving not a centimeter of space anywhere between them. Brian let his hands wander down to the shirt of his that Roger was wearing, and pushing it right off his shoulders to get his hands on the silky pale skin of his chest. This left Roger with close to nothing on besides his underwear, and Brian still completely clothed.

“So pretty,” Brian murmured up against his mouth, almost unaware of what he was saying.

It was all too erotic for Roger already, spread out on top of Brian with hardly anything to cover up just how much he was enjoying all of this. Of course he’d thought about it before, but never dreamed it would be quite as lovely as this. Brian was so gentle with him, almost like if he did everything he truly wanted with him, Roger might break–Brian’s hands ghosting over his chest, right down to his hips, holding him so tenderly. Roger had never had anyone treat him like this, handle him so delicately, let alone call him pretty.

“Bri,” Roger breathed in between kisses, trying to catch his breath as his mind raced to catch up with what was happening.

“Yeah, Rog? Are you–are you okay? Is this alright? I’m sorry if I was too forward,” he said, moving to sit up before Roger pushed him back down.

“Bri, no, it’s fine. Very fine. Bloody brilliant really,” he sighed, “I just really, uh, liked what you said before. About, being like, the prettiest person or whatever,” Roger said, ducking his head down into Brian’s chest so he might not see him blush so hard. “And I think,” he began, “I’d like it if you, um, if you would say it again.”

Brian was so fucking relieved to hear that, scared momentarily that Roger was going to tell him that this was a big mistake and snogging your friends wasn’t right or that just didn’t want Brian in the first place. But this–this was so much better.

“God, of course, Rog,” Brian exhaled, laughing with relief. He kissed him once more and pulled him closer by the hips, making sure he was looking into his eyes when he said, “You’re so fucking pretty, Roger. Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

Roger couldn’t even try to hide how much he loved hearing that, even surprised by it himself. His hips gave an involuntary roll down against Brian’s, breathing heavy as Brian showered him with praise.

“Get your kit off,” Roger breathed, rolling to the side so Brian could shed his clothes.

“Right, yeah,” Brian replied, eyes going wide as he did as he was told. He stripped off his shirt first, his trousers following suit.

“Much better,” Roger smiled, leaning up to kiss Brian once he was down to his boxers.

Brian was by no means a virgin, not even close, but something about Roger or the pot or something was making it feel like he had never truly been touched before, not like this. Every single one of his nerve endings flared each time Roger’s hands spread over his skin, let alone that mouth, god. Roger was kissing down Brian’s neck, cheeky little teeth nibbling every so often. All Brian could do was let out breathy little gasps as he let Roger have his way, little red and purple spots blooming wherever his mouth touched.

“Roger,” Brian sighed, getting the blond’s attention as he continued to kiss his way down Brian’s body.

“Yeah, mate?” Roger responded, the platonic nickname just a reflex at this point.

“Uh,” Brian laughed, shaking his head with incredulity, “first of all, can you not call me mate when I’ve got a hard on for you?”

“Sorry, sorry. Force of habit,” Roger replied, shrugging apologetically before he took notice of what Brian was talking about. “You are pretty hard, aren’t you, love?” he teased, ducking down so he was face-level with Brian’s crotch. He ran the very tip of his nose up Brian’s covered shaft, letting his breath ghost over the stretched out cotton.

“Rog,” Brian whined at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut. “That’s not… not what I was going to say,” he continued, words coming to him uneasily as he tried to balance the feeling of being stoned with the feeling of Roger’s face that close to his dick.

“What is it, Bri?” Roger asked, hands scratching at Brian’s bare thighs as his mouth hovered over Brian’s briefs, looking up at him with faux innocence.

“Was gonna ask if I could suck you off,” he replied, trying to find his words through the fog of intoxication and arousal.

Roger’s eyebrows practically jumped to his hairline, if only because it was so shocking to hear those words come from Brian fucking May.

“Bri, I’d love that. I really would,” he sighed, “But I know your mouth has got to be dry as hell from smoking, and I don’t want to put either of us through that, love.”

Brian took a minute to assess what Roger had said, realizing Roger was right. He hadn’t noticed it too much before, as he was thoroughly distracted by Roger’s tantalizing kisses, but his mouth did feel pretty horrendously dry.

“Oh,” Brian settled on, “you’re right. Another time then,” he said, disappointment clear in his voice. And God, did that kill Roger. Everything Brian did, he always did it so earnestly, so enthusiastically. To think he was actually sad he wasn’t going to get to suck Roger off had the drummer’s heart positively melting.

Roger crawled back up Brian’s body to give him a firm kiss on the lips, then leaning back to get a good look at him: messy curly brown hair, red-rimmed blown out eyes, and that sweet sincere face of his. “You really wanted to blow me, huh?” Roger asked, licking his lips. “Is that what you came over here for? Couldn’t stop thinking about getting your mouth on me? Wanted to see me fall apart with my cock down your throat? Saying your name and begging for more?” he questioned, cracking a smirk.

“Christ, Rog,” Brian mewled, hips rolling up against the blond’s involuntarily, “you’re fucking filthy.” He almost laughed out of shock, never thinking he’d hear words like that come out of his best friend’s mouth.

“I’m filthy?” Roger retorted, already thinking up the next thing that would get Brian even more riled up. “Love, you’ve no idea what kind of thoughts I’ve had about you,” he admitted, “God, Bri, you get me so fucking hot, don’t even have to try,” he continued, hips shifting subtly against Brian’s, just enough to get a tiny bit of friction going between their clothed erections.

“Think about you all the time. When we’re on stage, recording, especially at night, though,” Roger went on. “Wonder how it’d feel if you fucked me, what you’d look like, sound like saying my name. Gotten off so many times thinking about it,” he said, reaching down to palm Brian over his briefs, slow and almost teasing.

“M-Me, too,” Brian choked out, head swimming from the feeling of Roger’s hand that was rubbing his cock, driving him mad. “Think about fucking you more than I’d care to admit.”

Roger smirked, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Yeah? What do you think about, Bri? How d’you wanna fuck me?” he asked, one hand tugging at Brian’s underwear to get them off so he could actually stroke his cock.

“Oh, Rog,” Brian moaned, trying to get his brain to form coherent thought so he could respond properly, taking a minute to think. “Think about you on your hands and knees for me, fucking you from the back, ah, pulling your hair, making you b-beg,” Brian explained, words shaky from all the pleasure that was coursing through him from the dry friction of Roger’s hand.

“Fuck, Brian,” Roger sighed, shutting his eyes as his own cock throbbed at the thought.

“S-sometimes,” Brian continued, “think about you on your back, looking up at me. Those beautiful blue eyes, like. Ah, so pretty, Rog. Just want to hold you and fill you up and make you feel so fucking good.”

The rhythm of Roger’s hand on Brian’s cock faltered, a little gasp escaping his lips in response to Brian’s words. His rubbed his hips up against Brian’s thigh, dying for some satisfaction as all the words he’d always wanted to hear spilled from Brian’s mouth.

“Keep going,” Roger pleaded, spitting on his palm so he could get Brian’s cock wet as he continued to jerk him.

Brian nodded, adjusting to the new feeling on his shaft with a little moan before he went on. “Wanna hold you down, watch you take it. God, I know you would. You’d take it so well, wouldn’t you? My good boy, look at you,” Brian breathed, watching as Roger stroked him, one hand coming up to nestle into Roger’s hair and give it a little tug.

Roger let out a little moan, hips shifting against Brian’s thigh as he fucked his clothed cock up against it, trying to focus on what his hand was doing. It was getting hard to concentrate, though, his head now full of the filth that was spilling out of Brian’s mouth. It was exactly what he wanted, like Brian had secretly been in his head for years now and knew all the fucked up fantasies he always had about his best friend.

“Fuck me,” Roger whined, “please. If you keep talking I’m gonna come in my fucking pants and it’ll be so embarrassing, Bri. I’m so fucking hard for you, please, fucking anything.”

Brian took the opportunity to flip things around, push Roger onto his back and get on top of him. He yanked Roger’s briefs down to his ankles and took his cock in his hand, stroking him slowly.

“Brian,” Roger begged, eyes screwed shut with pleasure as Brian worked him over. Brian never seen Roger anything like this before, so needy and desperate–all for him.

“That’s it, love,” Brian whispered, nibbling on his ear, “I’ve got you.”

He leaned down and kissed Roger, wet and soft and messy, leaving a trail of them all the way down to his neck. He ran his thumb up and over Roger’s tip, wet and sticky with his arousal, smearing it all over his own hand to get it a little slicker.

“Bri, I-I can’t, I’m close,” Roger breathed, hips shifting up against Brian’s hand as he leaned into the little kisses that Brian was covering his chest with.

“That’s it, love. Come on. My pretty boy,” Brian cooed, using his free hand to brush the hair out of Roger’s face. The blond suddenly seized up, mouth dropping open as he shot off in Brian’s hand, a strangled little moan escaping his throat.

Roger looked almost sheepish as he came down from his high, as if he was embarrassed at how good Brian had made him feel. Brian just smiled and kissed him hard, giggling against his mouth as he wiped his soiled hand on the sheets next to him.

“You laughing at me?” Roger asked, a disbelieving laugh leaving his own mouth at Brian’s reaction to his orgasm.

“No, no,” Brian responded, giddy as ever. “I just… ‘m still a bit high and I can’t actually believe that just happened, y’know?”

“Oh, I know,” Roger snorted, shaking his head. “God, I can’t believe half the shit you just said to me. If I’d known you were capable of that… I’d have gotten you high years ago.”

Brian kissed him again, pecking his lips once, twice, three times. “Guess pot makes me a little more descriptive about how I want to fuck you,” he chuckled, cock rubbing up against Roger’s thigh as a reminder of how aroused he still very much was.

“I think pot just makes you horny, love. Perfectly normal,” Roger shrugged, hand skimming down Brian’s side and around to get a handful of his ass.

Brian lurched at the touch, surprised and pleased at the contact. “What are you doing with that now?” he asked, eyeing Roger with suspicion.

“Oh nothing,” Roger replied, looking up at him with squinty, playful eyes. “Just thought I might try something,” he teased, now gripping both of Brian’s cheeks.

“Try what?” Brian raised an eyebrow, head still riding his high from before, making things a little bit fuzzy for him.

“I just, uh,” Roger began, looking bashful and mischievous at the same time somehow, “I’ve always found that when I’m high, getting fingered is, like, really nice.”

Oh, Brian thought, now that’s different.

He paused, considering Roger’s proposition. Brian was a top through and through, had never had it any other way. Never even had his ass played with, definitely not fingered. But with Roger’s hands on his ass, and the excitement in those baby blue eyes of his, Brian kind of wanted to give it a go.

“We don’t have to,” Roger reminded him, sensing the hesitation in Brian’s expression, “but I’ve got some lube in my suitcase, and I think I could make it really good for you.” He kissed Brian’s neck as he let the guitarist contemplate the suggestion, sucking a tiny purple mark just below his ear.

Brian shivered at the thought of Roger’s hands, his fingers, how they might feel inside of him. He figured if pot could make all the regular stuff feel better than ever, surely it would make getting fingered feel just as great, right?

“Yeah, I want to,” Brian finally said, exhaling shakily, “Want your fingers in me.”

Roger grinned, kissing Brian before he rolled him off to go and grab the lube. It gave Brian a minute to contemplate the tingling in his spine from the pot, the blood still rushing to his cock, the feeling of the little marks Roger had left all over his chest and neck. It was the most debauched and delighted Brian had ever felt in his life.

“Alright, Bri. Let’s see how this goes, hm? Promise it’ll be good. And if it’s not, we can stop and you can just fuck my face, alright?”

Brian almost choked at the thought, shutting his eyes as his cock throbbed. He was now laying on his back, thighs spread a bit so the Roger could fit in between them as he crawled back up on the bed, fingers now properly slicked up.

“Alright, Rog. Come on,” Brian sighed, impatient as ever.

“Relax, babe. Gotta take it slow at first,” Roger replied, pressing a sweet kiss to Brian’s lips as his hand slipped between his legs.

He let the kiss fall into a messier rhythm, nibbling at Brian’s bottom lip and tonguing into his mouth, just to make sure he was truly enjoying himself as his fingers probed at Brian’s entrance.

“Pretty tight, aren’t you, love?” Roger chuckled, affection clear in his voice as he slipped a finger in to the first knuckle, careful to be gentle about it.

“Oh,” Brian sighed at the foreign feeling, kissing Roger back as best he could while he got used to Roger’s fingers.

Roger pushed his finger all the way in finally, pumping in and out as he felt around for that sweet little spot he knew Brian would scream for.

“You like it?” Roger asked, trying to read the expression on Brian’s face–a mixture of pleasure and confusion.

“I like you,” Brian replied without hesitation, immediately giggling after he’d said it. “I mean, uh, yeah. ‘S nice. Mostly ‘cause it’s you.”

Roger had no idea how Brian May got him to blush while he was the one getting fingered. Bloody amazing.

“You’re a sap,” Roger sighed, sinking a second finger into Brian as he said it.

Brian let out a little moan at that, enjoying the fuller feeling quite thoroughly, though he wasn’t exactly sure what all the hype was about just yet.

They made out while Roger leisurely pumped his fingers in and out of Brian, finally curling them in such a way that made Brian tense up, yell out in pleasure.

“Oh, Rog. My god, right there. Bloody, fuck!” he moaned, spreading his thighs a bit wider.

“That’s it, Bri. There we go. Is that where you like it? Gonna make you cum on my fingers, hm? Told you you’d like it, darling.”

Brian nodded, impossibly turned on by the cocky filth that was spilling from Roger’s mouth and the feeling of his fingers inside of him. He was absolutely squirming beneath the blond, gasping and panting and glowing from the pleasure.

As if all that wasn’t enough, Roger used his free hand to grip Brian’s dick, giving it a few measured strokes. All of it was too much for Brian, overwhelmed with how full he felt, the friction on his cock, and Roger’s beautiful eyes staring down at him like he was hanging in the Louvre or something.

“Rog,” he gasped, “fuck, I love you.”

And, with that, he was spilling into Roger’s hand, spasming and moaning like he never had before. His head was reeling, seeing stars, and too high to comprehend what he’d just done.

As he came down, Roger pulled his fingers out and immediately got up to go clean up in the ensuite bathroom. He left Brian to sit there in his post-orgasm mess, sobering slightly as he realized what had come out of his mouth a few seconds ago.

Left all alone now, Brian was terrified. He knew he had taken it too far, had made all of this weird. God, he was probably going to turn Roger off forever, and they’d never get to do any of this again. Such an idiot, he thought to himself, listening to the faucet run in the bathroom.

A few seconds later, Roger came back with a warm washcloth and threw it to Brian, wide smile on his face.

“Better clean up, love. You look a right state,” Roger laughed, not a trace of awkwardness or tension in his demeanor. It was as if Brian hadn’t said anything strange at all.

Brian nodded and wiped himself up, throwing the washcloth off to the side as he waited anxiously for Roger to address what he’d said mid-orgasm.

To Brian’s surprise, Roger just climbed right into bed with him, pulled the covers up and cuddled into his side. Brian was tense, unsure of what to do, confused as to why Roger wasn’t freaking out on him.

Instead, Roger was doing quite the opposite. He had taken to pressing little kisses to Brian’s pectoral, nuzzling into the crook of his underarm like a little house cat. It was bloody adorable, is what it was, but Brian was still terribly confused. Until Roger spoke: “Did you mean it?” he asked, voice all light and raspy.

“D-did I? I mean, uh. The thing I said? Before?” Brian replied, flustered and blushing harder than ever.

“Yeah,” Roger said, laughing at Brian’s clear awkwardness, “when you said you loved me. ‘S alright if you didn’t. I get it. Fingers up your ass can make you say all kinds of things.”

Brian shook his head, finally allowing himself to make eye contact with Roger once again. “I meant it. Yeah. Of course, I love you. You’re my best mate, Rog.”

Roger smiled, leaning up to kiss him, sweet and soft and perfect. “I love you, too, mate,” he teased, hinting at how utterly ridiculous Brian was being.

“Gosh, Rog. You know what I bloody well mean!” he laughed, cheeks burning bright red, “I love you, like properly. I let you put a hand up my ass, alright? If that’s not love, I reckon I don’t know what is!”

This time, Roger was in stitches, giggling into Brian’s chest. “Seemed to enjoy it, though, didn’t you, love?” he teased.

“Was nice,” Brian replied, sharing the laughter with his best friend now, trying to act like he hadn’t just been crying and moaning at the feeling.

“And you liked smoking, yeah?”

“Yeah, I liked it alright.”

“Hm. Alright. I’ll keep that in mind.”

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Late To The Party Ben Hardy x Hispanic! Reader

Hey guys! This is my first time writing a fic and I’m quite nervous posting this. But late to the party by Kacey Musgraves is one of my favorite songs and I was listening to it earlier today and I got inspired to write this. I hope you all like (if it’s read by anybody).

Warnings: A slight mention of drugs

Words: 1481

They’re blowing up our phones

asking where we are

Just say we’re almost there: we ain’t even in the car

You’re one for two and I’m still picking out my shoes

I’m never late to the party if I’m late to the party with you

“Donde estan? La fiesta empezo hace horas!” (Where are you? The party started hours ago!”)

“Mami ya estamos por llegar, no es como si nos necesitan para celebrar a los recien casados.” (“Mom we’re almost there, it’s not like they need us we are the newlyweds.”

After that your mom ended the call with an annoyed sight. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed two different pairs of shoes still undecided in which ones to wear.

“Ben!! Where are you? I need your help; I can’t decide which shoes to wear.”

“I’m in the living room, babe.” As you walk into the living room you see Ben sitting on the couch leaning down into the coffee table rolling up a joint. You smile at the sight of Ben’s lips in a small pout with his eyebrows furrowed.

Okay, which shoes should I wear?” You ask Ben as you put on one of each heel on and stand next the coffee table for him to see. He sits up and stares at you for a few seconds “I like the light pink ones; they’re almost the same color as the little flowers that are on your dress.”

“Thank you, babe” you say turning around to get the lighter and handing it out to Ben. “Thanks, but we cannot smoke before going to a family party. They’ll hate me if we get there smelling like weed.” he says, as he stands up to kiss your lips.

“As much as I would like to stay here with you my mom just called me, and she didn’t sound too happy with us.” You say stopping what you know would lead to something else. Ben made a little frighten face and ran to your room to get his shoes on.

“I’m ready babe”

“alright, let’s go”

By the time we get there, everybody will be drunk

The chairs will be on tables and the band will be unplugged

We’re gonna look real good, but we’re gonna look real rude

I’m sorry I’m not sorry that I’m

Late to the party with you

“Ya era hora de que llegaran!” (“It was about time you all showed up!”) your mom said as she stood up to greet you.“Hola Mrs. (Y/L/N)” Ben said with a little smile. (He had been practicing his Spanish ever since you started dating). “Ben, you look very handsome mijo” your mom said as she hugged him

During their little conversation you looked around the venue and saw that most of the tables were empty. It seemed only close family members were the only ones still partying. Some had empty beer bottles and others had the chairs on top of them.

“Where’s papi?” you turn to face your mom and she just points to the table that was next to the stage. There sat your dad with a few of your uncles requesting songs to the musicians as empty beer bottles surrounded them.

“Go congratulate to your cousin and please be nice to her, it’s her wedding day” she whispered that last part, but Ben heard her and let out a little chuckle.

“I can’t make any promises ma” you said as you grabbed Ben’s hand and made your way towards your cousin and her new husband.

“(Y/C/N), congratulations! I’m so happy that you found someone to live the rest of your life with” you said with the fakest smile and tone. She stared at you for a few seconds before hugging you and thanking you.

“This is Ben, my boyfriend” you introduced him with a smile on your lips.

Let’s promise when we get in that we’ll try to get right out

Fake a couple conversations, make the necessary rounds

These kinda of things just turn into who’s

Leaving her with who?

But I just want ‘em all to see me come in…

Late to the party with you

“Now what” asked Ben as you turned around and made your way to the table your mom was sitting in.

“Now, we go through with our little plan” you said

************* 10 minutes before**************

“Okay Ben, here’s the plan. We’ll go in, say hi to my family, congratulate (Y/C/N), make a little conversation to make up for arriving late, and then we leave” you said a little nervous as you starred at your reflection in the small mirror.

“Wow, you have everything planned out. At what time are we going to congratulate your cousin exactly because I am afraid it might interfere with the small talk we’re suppose to make with your family.” He said with a teasing tone while wearing a smirk.

“Ha.Ha. Come on, let’s get off before my mom comes looking for us.”

**********************End of Mini Flashback*********************

“(Y/N) and Ben, you’re back!” after that you don’t even bother answering their questions and leaving Ben to have a conversation with your gossipy aunts. “(Y/M), did you see who your cousin left with? He was one of the groomsmen and he was not attractive at all. Esta muy feo para tu prima y aparte tu prima se vio bien mal hacienda eso.” (“He is too ugly for your cousin besides your cousin looked really bad doing that”) said (Y/A/N) with a judgmental face.

“Umm, no. No me importa, es su vida ella puede salir con quien ella quiera” (“I don’t care, it’s her life she can go out with whoever she wants”) you said with a shrug and rolled your eyes as you turned to look at Ben and gave him a small tight lip smile.

Ben stood up abruptly making the table shake a little and turned to you “I don’t feel good, (Y/N) can you come with me?” you took that as your cue and nodded ignoring your family’s weird looks. You grabbed Ben’s hand tightly and left without another word.

Ben opened the cars door for you, and you got in waiting for him to get in and start the car. Once you left the venue’s parking lot you grabbed Ben’s hand and kissed it as a silent thank you. He knows you hate when your family starts talking bad about other family members.

Oh, who needs confetti?

We’re already falling into the groove

And who needs a crowd when you’re happy at a party for two?

The world can wait

‘Cause I’m never late to the party if I’m late to the party with you

As soon as Ben opened the door to your shared apartment you took off your heels, not wanting to wear for a second longer. You went to the kitchen with a bag of pan dulce (sweet bread) you picked up on the way and got a glass of milk for Ben and you. As he made his way to the living room and sat down waiting for you.

He smiled at you as you gave him his glass of milk and dropped the bag of pan dulce between the both of you. It was silent for a few minutes until you stood up and walked over to your turntable and started playing Something by The Beatles.

“You know, we didn’t get to dance” you said slowly making your way towards Ben. Once you were in front of him you extended your arm and asked, “Can I have this dance?” You saw Ben’s cheeks turn a little pink as he smiled and took your hand. You moved to a spacious area and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaned your head against his chest and started slow dancing. You slowly looked up to Ben only to see that he was already looking at you. You looked down and blushed but quickly looked up at him admiring his features before speaking up.

“I’d rather stay here with you than go out to a party because you are the only company I want. I love you Ben Jones” Ben stares at you and says, “I love you (Y/N)” and both of you lean in to kiss. Once the song is over and Maxwell’s Silver Hammer starts playing you stop dancing and whisper to Ben “I believe we have a joint waiting for us.” He let out a chuckle and lead you to the couch.

“(Y/N)?” You look up to Ben and stare at him “I wouldn’t want trade our little moments like these for a stupid party either.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. The rest of night was spent smoking, laughing at stupid jokes Ben made, and eating pan dulce until the both of you felt tired enough to go to bed.

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