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Please like and reblog I’m desperate for chapter 8!!!
Good Girl — part eight
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Dogsitter!Reader
Rating (by part): T (Teen and up)
Summary: Reader is a dogsitter for an app called Fido, where she meets clients and their dogs to provide drop-in visits and walks. One of her new clients, Ben H. and his pup Frankie, takes a keen interest in her right away. The thing is…Reader has no idea at first who Ben H. really is.
Word count (by part): 4.5k
Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff, mentions of sexual scenarios, angst angst angst :(((
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not intended to be taken as truth or fact. I do not claim to own Ben Hardy or any other affiliated names or fictional events. Other details, such as names, locations, and events, are also fictionalized.
A/N: Congrats on getting Part 7 to 400 notes! Y’all are spectacular and I am so thankful for my amazing fanbase :’) Seriously, thank y’all so much for writng so many amazing comments and thoughts. Your feedback fuels my motivation!
As soon as this part gets to 475 notes, I will release part 9 (THE FINALE) of the series! So be sure to reblog, comment, and spread the word! ◡̈
Thank you to @brianprobablywill, @just-my-sickly-pride, and @supersonicfreddie for beta reading this ages ago!
I made a Good Girl series moodboard! Go give it a like / reblog ◡̈
|| part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven ||
~ 🐕🐩🐶🐕🐩🐶🐕🐩🐶🐕🐩🐶🐕🐩🐶~
Where we left off…
“We need to talk,” Paige said. I suddenly registered the urgency in her tone.
“Oh… What’s wrong?” I asked cautiously.
“Just… I think you should get home as soon as you can.”
I picked at the sandwich crumbs on my plate. “Is it about Scott?”
“No,” Paige said. “It’s about Ben.”
I froze. Ben?
“What about Ben?” I asked.
“I…I really think we should talk about it in person. But he’s not who you think he is, Y/N.”
…
I rushed home faster than was probably safe and tried to keep my brain from going haywire as I processed my roommate Paige’s words. It’s about Ben? What could she possibly mean…? What about Ben?
As soon as I made it back and opened the door to our flat, I noticed Paige sitting at the couch, bouncing her leg anxiously.
“Hey,” I greeted her as I set my bag on the floor and kicked my shoes off. “What’s… What’s going on?”
“…You should sit,” Paige grimaced.
So I did, perching myself on the sofa next to her. I was becoming more and more anxious by the millisecond. When Paige didn’t immediately say anything, I asked again, “What’s going on, Paige?”
“I don’t want to tell you this,” she groaned, “but I feel obligated to. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
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get this gem it 400 notes I beg
Good Girl — part seven
(GIF originally posted by @roger-on-legs)
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Dogsitter!Reader
Rating (by part): E (Explicit) ***18+ ONLY.*** If you are not 18+ years of age, you are not permitted by law to read, comment, or otherwise interact with this chapter. Please note that any interaction between you as an underaged reader and me as the responsible author could result in serious legal consequences for both parties involved. Please do not jeopardize your own safety or my role as a content creator on this platform.
Summary: Reader is a dogsitter for an app called Fido, where she meets clients and their dogs to provide drop-in visits and walks. One of her new clients, Ben H. and his pup Frankie, takes a keen interest in her right away. The thing is…Reader has no idea at first who Ben H. really is.
Word count (by part): 4k
Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff, mentions of sexual scenarios, female masturbation, idk
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not intended to be taken as truth or fact. I do not claim to own Ben Hardy or any other affiliated names or fictional events. Other details, such as names, locations, and events, are also fictionalized. By clicking the “read more” button, you are consenting that you are 18 years or older.
A/N: Thank you eternally for your patience as I worked for all these months to finish this series! As I mentioned in this post…
I had originally intended to post the final parts [of Good Girl] a few months ago, but something really major happened in my life. My boyfriend of four years and I broke up, and it sort of turned my life upside down. Not only did I lose a lot of my creative energy, but I also couldn’t bear to finish and publish the remaining chapters of Good Girl which I had written while I was still in a relationship.
Let me explain. A few days ago, I finally went back and re-read all of Good Girl, including the unpublished chapters…and wow. I was in a completely different headspace back then. It was as if all my anxiety from my own crumbling relationship was seeping into my writing, and it all became memorialized into my dialogue. Looking back on it now, I can’t believe some of what I had written. I’ve grown tremendously in my confidence and self-respect since my breakup. Needless to say, I knew I had to rewrite those chapters, but I also knew it would take me a lot of time and mental energy to do it.
So, here it is! Hope you enjoy :) This fic will actually be nine parts now instead of eight!
As soon as this part gets to 400 notes, I will release part 8 of the series! So be sure to reblog, comment, and spread the word! ◡̈
Thank you to @brianprobablywill, @just-my-sickly-pride, and @supersonicfreddie for beta reading this ages ago!
I made a Good Girl series moodboard! Go give it a like / reblog ◡̈
|| part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six ||
~ 🐕🐩🐶🐕🐩🐶🐕🐩🐶🐕🐩🐶🐕🐩🐶~
Where we left off:
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“Holy shit.”
“I know,” he laughed breathlessly.
“Ben,” I said.
“What is it.”
“I love being your good girl.”
I heard him smile. “You always will be.”
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Thursday 11 July
I awoke the next morning feeling as if I hadn’t slept at all. There were sporadic thunderstorms all through the night, and while I usually slept like a baby when it rained, the crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning through my bedroom window kept stirring me from deep sleep. But despite my exhaustion in the morning, I couldn’t help but look at my droopy eyes and mussed-up hair in the reflection and smile to myself. The memories of my phone conversation with Ben were slowly coming back to mind.
Holy fuck, we had phone sex.
Straight up phone sex. Like, I got off to him getting off, he got off to me getting off, phone sex.
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i still don't get why this video wasn't nominated to any academy award or golden globe
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Born to be Kings, we're the Princes of the Universe
RT - BM - Queen - JD - FM
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“now, you’ve also bought your own recording studio haven’t you?”
“have we brought it?!???”
roger’s confusion at mishearing her is so adorable. he’s so cute?
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