#Ben Hardy x yn

[george-mackay-macfine]

I'm back into the writing mood after some heavy shit.

Now opening up the requests for Will Poulter, Jeremy Allen White, Ben Hardy (and their characters) as well as the usual roster.

Will and JAW girlies slid into the DM's

[yelenasdog]

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 (𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐖𝐈  𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: wherever they go, it seems they can’t escape each other

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 6.09k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smoking, drinking, kissing, getting ~steamy~, but nothing explicit.

𝐚/𝐧: this kinda feels melodramatic at times, but over all i think this is an alright fic that took me forever LOL! i hope you enjoy it! btw,

this can be read as ben!rog or just rog, i just was thinking of ben!rog when i wrote it

also if u wanna listen to kiwi while listening, the vibes would be immaculate and i reccomend it :D kk enjoy

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Her footsteps were mute as she padded forward on the concrete, searching furiously through her crochet bag. The box in her hands stayed tightly gripped though, Roger noted. He waited a bit until he was certain she had no chance of finding what he thought she was looking for, and that he would be her last resort.

“Need a light?”

He watched with careful eyes as the girl next to him fumbled about to pick out a cigarette from the nearly emptied box, probably just some cheap ones from the gas station near the dorms.

“Yes, thanks.”

The brunet nodded, bringing his forward to her’s and inhaling, a few loose embers falling to the ground in a sparkling orange flurry.

Roger observed the way her chipped nails on ring adorned fingers shakily held the cigarette as she brought it to her lips, taking a very long drag.

It was windy out that night (which was the reason he was telling himself he decided not to bother with his Zippo), her silky black dress doing barely a thing to keep her covered from the chilly temperatures. He noticed the blue tint to her formerly painted lips, only a pale stain of color left behind. He also happened to notice the goosebumps that graced her exposed arms and legs, and her slight shiver that came with it.

The girl nervously adjusted the twisted strap to her purse, sending a glance in Rog’s direction every once in a while, but mostly she kept her gaze fixed on the stars above. She seemed to be mesmerized by the way they twinkled so brightly, even in the polluted sky. The bottles of liquor in her purse clinked together, and she cringed visibly at the sound, a shiver being sent through her bones.

He smiled at her behavior, oddly endeared by it, perhaps even enchanted.

“What’s your name?”

She turned, taking the stick from between her lips. Roger kept his eyes glued to the plump flesh momentarily despite the movement away from the area.

“That’s none of your business, Roger.” She smiled, a playful look set ablaze in her eyes.

He looked down, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

“How do you know my name, then?” He questioned curiously, slanting his eyes and quirking a brow.

“Your band.” Her voice seemed softer, almost a fond tone set within it.

“You’ve seen us play?”

“Yeah, you guys are good.”

“You’re a fan then?”

She chuckled, looking to her feet.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

He laughed, nodding yet again.

They stayed together for some time, silently and mutually agreeing that enough had been said. They finished off their smokes, and with that, she turned to go.

“Bye, Roger.”

He bit his lip, feeling the sting shoot through him. He was conflicted on if to make a move, not wanting to diminish his confident and cool reputation he believed he had built for himself. He settled for shouting something along the lines of “will I see you around?” (which upon thinking back over it, maybe it wasn’t that cool), to which she only shrugged and kept walking.

He could hear the bottles loudly clanking together as she sauntered off, lord knows where to. He watched her go until she turned the corner, tossing one final look in his direction before continuing on, leaving him in deep thought.

-

“I’m telling you, mate, she was drop dead gorgeous. And I have no idea who she is, no name or anything!”

Brian rolled his eyes, tossing his notebook across the room onto the yellow sofa Roger was resting on, turning his full attention to his distraught friend.

“Well, did you ask her for her name?”

He shook his head, rolling his eyes in a similar manner to Bri. “Yes, I did. She said it was ‘none of my business’.” He scoffed, twirling a single drumstick between his fingers while tapping his foot repeatedly, annoying Brian to no end (per usual). The curly headed man only barked out a laugh, finding the entire situation quite humorous, if he was being honest.

“But she knew the band! Said that she thought we were good. S’ like she couldn’t make up her damn mind.” He grumbled, slumping forward.

“Wait, she knows the band?”

The drummer looked at him like he had two heads nodding slowly.

“Yeah, what about it?”

Brian stood up and sighed, grabbing his guitar and headed to the edge of the bar’s stage, resting behind the curtain briefly.

“You really are thick, Roger.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” He joined him by the curtain, noticing Tim had come up behind the pair.

“What’s all this about, then?”

“Nothing.” Brian and Roger replied in unison. Tim huffed, making his way onto the stage where the growing crowd was waiting. Cheers could be heard for the frontman as he introduced himself, saying something about how the rest of the band would be out in a second, and that they were just having some “sound issues”.

“Rog, if she’s a fan, she’s probably here tonight, yes?”

His eyes widened, and he suddenly began to feel quite dumb, not that he would admit it.

“Yeah, I suppose so…but she said she wasn’t a fan?” He trailed off, confused.

“She probably was just saying that for some reason. I don’t know, women are odd, they like to play hard to get.” Brian commented, oddly flippant for how conflicting his statement was.

Roger stood in place for a moment, still greatly confused what Brian was trying to get at. He shook his head and furrowed his brows, trying to put together the puzzle of this mess in his mind.

“Roger, for God's sake, don’t think about it, just go.”

Following his advice, Roger did his best to disregard any previous thoughts of confusion, a switch flipping in his mind. He stood taller, saying, “You know what Bri, maybe you’re right.”

“Great, go on then.” He watched as Roger bounded out with a newfound adrenaline and a smile plastered on his face, rolling his eyes for what wouldn’t be the final time that night at his bandmate’s antics.

As soon as he had made it behind his kit, he was scanning the crowded room, trying to locate the girl from last night. He watched the door throughout the performance, trying to see if she might have just come in a bit late. He held the hope she would somehow show up with him in his mind, but all to no avail.

The entire night, he couldn’t shake the thought of her lips from his mind, or the way the skin of her neck was so open and exposed, practically begging for him to attack it with his own lips. And with the way things were going thus far, he was sure that pretty face of her’s would be the death of him, he was certain, in fact.

“Find her?” Bri had questioned almost as soon as they had ended for the night, the lot of them now working on cleaning up.

“Nah. She never showed up.”

“I’m sorry, Rog. Maybe you’ll see her again soon, the campus isn’t that huge, you know.” Roger’s mouth formed a thin line as he raised his eyebrows, not convinced in the slightest that the situation proposed would occur.

“At this point I’m wondering if she’s even a bloody student here.” Roger grumbled, obviously no longer feeling the initial electric adrenaline of the night's performance.

Brian frowned, placing a sympathetic hand on his friend's shoulder and patting it once or twice before standing to go finish packing up.

It was later now, and the boys were finally leaving the bar, bidding their goodbyes to those around them. Roger walked out the front (in what Tim and Brian joked was a ‘moping manner’), hearing the bell jangle above his head, ringing annoyingly in his ear. The cold air hit him like an arctic breeze (or a ton of bricks, he wasn’t sure which description was more fitting). He shook his head and blinked a few times, as if that would rid his body of the frigid feeling. He sighed dramatically and pulled his corduroy jacket tighter around himself, watching as his breath made a small cloud in front of him.

“Roger?”

He turned, recognizing the voice immediately.

“Having a pity party, are you?” She giggled out, wrapping her arms around her middle.

“It’s only me, so no. Not a party.”

She “ahh”-d in understanding, her mouth forming into a sly grin. Her lips were a pale pink color that night, her eyes a bright blue shade. And similarly to the night previous, she was graced with only a brown fringed dress, her matching boots in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other.

“Then what would it be if I joined you?”

He stood in thought, tilting his head. “I think then, yeah, it would be a party.”

“Do you not get cold, ever?” He added after a beat of silence, observing her ill outfit choice for the frosty climate. She rolled her eyes, muttering out a brief “ha, ha.”

Roger couldn’t help but bite his lip, holding back a laugh.

“I do on occasion get a little bit chilly. But I like the feeling.”

He tilted his head, walking over to where she was leaning against the brick wall of the dive bar. He turned to face her, not that she noticed, putting his weight on the rough surface behind him.

“It makes me feel,” she hesitated, struggling to find the right word, although she felt it was right on the tip of her tongue.

“Alive?”

She finally met his eyes after what seemed like forever, softly nodding. To him, she looked like an angel in that moment, the street light so beautifully illuminating her locks like a halo around her. He reached a cautious hand forward, dragging it against her cheek, down to her bottom lip.

Her mind was screaming at her to leave while she still could, to somehow not fall in the mix of the infamous campus player that was Roger Taylor.

But her heart? Well, as cliche as it sounds, her heart was telling her to disregard any reasonable thoughts and just kiss the bastard, for God’s sake.

And if anyone knew Y/n Y/l/n, they knew that most times, she would listen to the latter mentioned, rather than the former. And so after several moments of unbearable silence, she decided she would. Catching on relatively fast, Roger took her flush against him, Y/n able to feel his breath fanning over her face.

She leaned forward with a small smile, placing her hands on either side of his face. Her eyes wandered to his plump and rosy lips, adrenaline pumping through her veins. But before she could make the final leap, so to say, Brian, of all people, called out her name in a confused nature, squinting, believing that it might have been his eyes deceiving him. The girl from his 9 a.m. lecture could not possibly be about to snog his bandmate.

Impossible.

Her eyes widened, head turning immediately when hearing her name fall from his lips.

“Brian, hey!”

“Wait, you two know each other?”

Ignoring Roger’s (panicked) question, Brian walked over, a look of amazement still prevalent in his features. She moved from Roger’s side over to Brian, giving him a side hug, Bri’s arm resting on her shoulders.

“I see you’ve met Y/n. She’s in my astronomy class.”

She smiled brightly as the neon signs lining the downtown district of bars and restaurants alike, meeting Brians gaze.

“Yup, got to love Dr. Martin’s lectures.” She chuckled, the tall man next to her doing the same.

Picking up on Roger’s absolutely bewildered appearance, still taking in the situation unfolding in front of him, Brian took the liberty of initiating another conversation.

“So, Y/n, did you see the show tonight?”

She frowned, crossing her arms.

“Wanted to, but no, got caught up in the library. I have my final for statistics on Thursday, or else I would have been there.” She locked eyes with Roger, giving him a soft smile. Suddenly changing her demeanor, she reached into her bag she always seemed to have with her, pulling out those cheap cigarettes and her Zippo. She lit one of the sticks, inhaling.

“In fact, I heard your drummer was incredible, so I thought I would try to see him in action tonight.” Her gaze never left Rogers as she conversed, her mouth pressed in a line, the rest of her face completely neutral.

“But you’ve seen us before Y/n, he’s been with the band for quite some time.”

“I mean, I wanted to see him with a fresh pair of eyes, a different perspective, I guess.”

Still mildly confused, Brain shook his head and muttered something like “Right, okay” to which Y/n softly smiled at before dropping the cigarette from her hand. Barefoot, she couldn’t reach down to step on it, have the sparks die out under her toes.

“Could one of you get that, please?”

Roger nodded immediately, his boot finding its way quickly, the toe of it making a circular motion. His eyes stayed on Y/n, as had hers before. And despite the bustling city around them, Hell, even despite Brian’s perplexed stare, it felt oddly intimate, as if they were locked onto each other’s view (not that they were complaining).

But they weren’t, as she proved mere seconds later, abruptly bidding them goodbye and heading the opposite direction.

The pair of boys watched her as she went, heads tilted and jaws dropped to where if their mothers were present, they would be scolded to “close their mouths before they catch flies in there!”.

“That’s her, you know.” Roger commented bluntly, slightly shaking his head and then popping his lip.

Brian took a moment, turning toward his friend, stuttering.

“As in, her, her? Y/n is mystery girl?” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yeah, well, good luck with that, Rog.”

“Why would I need that, Brian?” He challenged, putting his hands on his hips, lifting his chin. Brain kept his assumed position, moving his hand to scratch at his neck.

‘Well, I’m sure if you hang out around her enough, you’ll find out.”

Rather than shouting out at him, asking him what the Hell he meant, as he really wanted to, Roger paid Bri no attention, not even giving him a second look before under his breath saying “I’ll see you later”, and in what Brian considered to be a quite shocking turn of events, bolting off in the direction Y/n had gone.

He ignored the shouts from Brian, ignored the judgmental stares and loud whispers of those who recognized him from the band. He no longer cared about keeping his ‘cool reputation’, not when she was so close.

“Is that Roger Taylor?”, “Oi, isn’t that the drummer from the band at the pub?”, “Hey, why’s he buggin’ out?” all flooded his ears, usually followed by what seemed to be snickering, making a desperate attempt to cloud his mind from his self-assigned mission. But it was no use, as he was set on catching up to her. In fact, she was so close he swore he could smell the mixed scent that was uniquely her, smoke and her perfume.

He hollered her name, God, he yelled it till his throat was hoarse, just ‘cause he could. He loved the way it rolled off his tongue, he loved the fact he even had learned it to begin with, and that alone was probably why he adored it so much.

She heard his cries, turning where she stood and tilting her head.

“Roger? What on Earth are you doing?”

He finally met her, bent over on his hands and knees, breath lost in totality. She placed a concerned hand on his sweaty head, combing through his chocolate locks. He would have shivered at the feeling, if he had the energy. Rather, he looked up with the goofiest smile she’d ever seen, resembling a golden retriever, or german shepherd perhaps, in human form.

‘D’you wanna go somewhere with me? Hang out a bit?”

She nodded, holding out a hand.

“Lead the way.”

-

“Mom and Dad want me to be some kind of a scientist, study the stars.”

“Yeah? And what do you think about that.”

She tilted her head, shifting her position.

“I’m not quite sure. I wouldn’t be against it, that I know. The stars are beautiful, but they aren’t where my heart lies, I guess.”

He turned to face her, their noses almost touching. She could feel his breath fanning over her face, and the proximity sent butterflies through her stomach.

“I want to be an actress.” She all but whispered, turning her attention back to the full night sky and the wonders that hung in it.

“An actress, huh?”

She only hummed a confirmation, moving her left hand to pick at the cool grass under her palms.

“I could see that. You, I mean, on the big screens.”

She turned, and Roger swore he had never seen anyone smile so big before in his life.

“Really?”

His own smile grew, and she nodded vigorously, the two of them beginning to laugh. He pulled her closer by her shoulders, unaware of where the conversation would lead.

“I’ll go to New York. You’ll see me on billboards in Times Square.”

“Well, that’s nice to know. I’ll just be a lone dentist somewhere, while you forget all about me, having lavish parties and such. Whatever it is that famous people do.” His voice was obviously joking, melodramatic was written all over him, yet Y/n couldn’t help but still feel a sliver of guilt.

She hit his arm, rolling back over to face him. She still had a smile glued onto her lips, both of their eyes crinkling at the edges. 

“Oh, shut up, will you? Smile will make it big, and we’ll meet again, when you’re on tour. Or perhaps if I’m filming where you’re performing! We’ll have those nights to ourselves, It’ll be a secret rendezvous.”

She turned to her back again, finding his hand on the damp green, her heart beating a million miles a second as she reached for it, slowly entangling her fingers in his.

“The papers will write about us, Rog, when they find out. ‘Famous actress Y/n Y/l/n seen leaving a hotel with renowned drummer Roger Taylor’ is what the headlines will say. God, what a scene we’ll cause.” Her eyes were full of  excitement as she spoke, her heart feeling like it was so filled with glee that it could soar out of her chest.

“Well, I wanna know the specifics.” Roger sat up, pulling her up with him, she giggled, and the brunette wrapped a hand around her waist. She sat beside him, the streetlight by the backroad she had led them on illuminating her like a silhouette. She bit her lip and grinned, tilting her head up to better exam Rogers angelic features.

“Are you gonna have some bloke waiting for you at home, hmm? Waiting for you while you conquer the world, only for you to break his poor heart?”

“Nah.” Her answer was immediate, her eyes honest as she spoke. “Only a cactus. He’ll be my only friend. I hear it’s lonely in Hollywood, Roger.” He raised his eyebrows briefly at this, choosing his next words.

“You’ll have me?”

His head turned to look at her, admiring the way the pale moonlight illuminated her, the artificial light from the streetlamps not doing her neverending beauty and justice, in his opinion. Their eyes seemed sporadic, searching each other's faces for signs of what they were doing, possibly being wrong, but they found nothing, as expected.

The yearning had become all too much for the inspired pair, and it felt like at last, all they could do, the only thing they could do, was kiss.

So they did. Roger took her face in his hands, closing his beautiful eyes, his eyelashes barely brushing against hers. He leaned forward, joining them together, finding that they immediately moved in a perfect synchronization. They were like two sides of the same coin, and that seemed to be particularly evident in that moment. By the contrast of their lips, or perhaps the aspirations of their careers becoming somehow just a little bit clearer.

But it didn’t matter, none of it did. Not in the long run. So they pulled apart, chests heaving and faces painted with childish grins.

It was quiet then, only the crickets and the howling wind could be heard. But she liked it that way, preferred it, actually. So quiet, in fact, that Roger was able to fall fast asleep, Y/n lying comfortably in his arms. She stared at the stars, then back to his sleeping figure, her mind unable to come to a consensus on what on God's green Earth she was to do. 

She settled for placing a kiss on his jaw, closing her eyes. His eyes only fluttered, never waking completely. She muttered something like “See you, rockstar.” against it, before standing up and walking away, only turning back once to see his sleeping form one more time.

That was the last time for 6 years that he would see Y/n Y/l/n. See her in person, at least.

When he woke up the next morning, he was confused to say the least, wondering why Y/n didn’t wake him, mostly wondering where she had even gone. He looked around himself, patting the green grass beneath him, as if she somehow was invisible and he had missed her upon initial glance. He had shouted for her, his throat still hurting from when he did the same thing only 12 hours previous. 

He had felt out of control, like the one he had been chasing had just slipped through his fingers (which it had). He had remembered asking Bri, day after day, if he had seen her in class, even just seen her around in general. Everytime the answer was the same.

“No Roger”, “I’m sorry, Roger”, “Not today, Roger”. It was a horrible, predictable pattern, that he had enough of. He was supposed to recover from it quickly, bounce back from her almost immediately, as there was basically nothing to bounce back from.

But he couldn’t, and due to such reasons, he supposed he finally understood what Brian had said, or warned, that night before he had gone chasing after her. He got it, in his own sad way.

And over the years, she slowly faded to the back of the drummer's mind, behind groupies, and songs, and shows, and such, just for her to resurface again any time he saw her on a billboard, just as she had promised. But he never let it show, outwardly at least.

He had made Brian swear not to tell the others, never to breathe a word of it to Deaky or Fred. He was embarrassed by it, for some reason, and that’s why he guessed he forbade him from speaking of it. But how long can you keep a silly college secret from your nosy bandmates? Apparently 6 years, tops, for Roger Taylor.

“Alright, everyone. Gather ‘round, I’ve got a surprise.” Freddie had said, his grumbling bunch of friends tired from their day’s work. Though, they usually had grown to appreciate and look forward to Fred’s “surprises”, today everyone was just a tad bit too grumpy to try (a certain Roger Taylor in particular, let’s call it foreshadowing).

“Oh, stop your moaning and whining, please, I promise this will be good!” the eccentric frontman had said, something hidden behind his back in his left hand.

Rog ran a hand through his, now, blond hair, exhaling in such a way that made Freddie slant his eyes, before giving in and rolling them at his flippant behavior.

“What’s going on, Fred?” Brian had been the brave soul to ask, stepping forward and then looking away momentarily to place his guitar onto a stand waiting not so far away.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He replied, jumping down from his place on the risers, removing his hand from his back and holding out what seemed to be 4 tickets to something. He walked down the loosely formed line of men, putting one in each of their extended palms. Roger, at the end of their formation of sorts, became concerned when Brian had burst out laughing, looking to his right, being met with Roger’s face of confusion.

Freddie, possibly more confused than Roger, pressing the piece of thick paper into his hand, his gaze falling onto Brian, who now had tears in his eyes.

“Bri, what’s so… funny. Shit.” He had looked down to the slip, the only words he needed to read to know he was absolutely screwed, being “Jaws” and “Premiere”.

Now, anybody who knew anything, knew that Y/n Y/l/n was going to be in the film that was said to become the blockbuster of the summer, playing the role of Ellen Brody (though a few had said she was far too young for the job). She had been an overnight success in the film industry, gaining popularity from the 1973 film, ‘The Sting’, playing Billie.

And Roger had watched ‘The Sting’, and you can imagine his surprise when Y/n had sauntered onto screen, red lipped and fresh faced. (He had to admit, she looked great in a suit.)

After that, the assault on Roger’s fragile heart was never ending.

Billboards began to pop up even more frequently as she was to star in more films, and it seemed no matter where he was touring, he couldn’t escape her. Whether it was posters, her face printed on newspapers, adverts in about every place business was done for one of her films, he felt like he was being followed. He had even seen an article about her in a magazine, and when he had flipped the page he was greeted with Queen’s smiling faces.

He had stopped watching them after ‘American Graffiti’.

So, he figured that this one wouldn’t be any different, and he simply planned on ignoring said film until he caved, doing his best to avoid her on the silver screen and anywhere else, which hadn’t been too difficult until this point (not).

But this? This was a whole new level of being royally fucked.

“Brian, Rog, something you want to share with the rest of the class?” John had asked, cocking his head and propping his legs up on the coffee table in front of him. Brian began to speak, wrapping an arm around Roger’s shoulders, the shorter man looking up at him with angry fire burning in his eyes.

“Well, I’m honestly quite excited. The film industry has always seemed very intriguing, actually, and I’m looking forward to meeting new people. Rog?”

“No.”

“No?” John repeated, “No, what?” He waved a hand around, trying to understand what Roger’s problem was.

“I just- I don’t- I knew-”

“Roger had a fling with Y/n Y/l/n and she broke his heart.” Brain blurted out, Roger turning and immediately smacking him upside his curly head of hair. He regarded an “Ouch!” before him and the rest of the boys burst out laughing, the drummer not included in that demographic, fuming.

“Rog, darling, when was this? How did we not know?” Freddie managed to breathe out, sitting down next to Deaky on the studio sofa. He crossed his hands and ankles, his full attention turned towards Roger who really, really didn’t wanna have to do this, and who really, really was gonna get Brian back for this later. Would he untune all his guitars? Unplug his amp during rehearsals, perhaps put hair remover in his shampoo? But, that would have to wait until after he was forced to spill his 6 year secret.

“It was in 69-”

“69?!” Freddie had cried out. “It’s been 6 bloody years? And you didn’t think to tell us?”

“Well I didn’t really see a reason it would be necessary to tell you all! In fact, I probably wouldn’t have told you ever if this bloke didn’t have such a big mouth!”

“Hey, watch it.” Brian weighed in, crossing his arms and fluttering his eyes.

“Look, Roger I really don’t see the issue here. We go to the premiere, you just keep a low profile and ignore Y/n, problem solved.” John cut in, trying to be helpful.

Keyword: trying.

“And how exactly will I do that?”

“We will behave, I promise.” Freddie added, though Roger seemed to be having a difficult time believing him or his claim for the others. So Roger only scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, I’m sure you will.”

-

Cameras were flashing brightly, reporters and such were shouting loudly, and Y/n was already exhausted.

Her red lips were painted like DeAngelo had done it himself, and her hair was styled just the way she liked. The heels she was wearing per request of her stylist, though, were horrible. They looked lovely, yes, but they were digging into her poor ankles, and she still had to wear them for who knew how long. She didn’t complain, though, she wouldn’t dream of it.

She would just continue her slow walk down the carpet, a sultry smile on her face. The black fabric of the gown she was wearing fit her beautifully, snug in all the right places.

She sure hoped it was, at least. Especially because she knew that he would be there.

Roger Taylor, the blessed drummer that managed to make a home in the backburner of her mind, his success coming as no surprise to the actress. She had loved every one of their records, and rather than running from his work like Roger had, she opted for going straight to the record shop, purchasing any and every Queen album in her sight. When she had checked out, the very shocked cashier had made some remark, asking something about “you a fan?”

She had thought about it for a moment, thinking back to all those years ago when Roger had asked the same thing. She smiled, shrugging.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

So when she had worked up the courage to invite the entire band to the premiere (on behalf of Spielberg, of course) she was a nervous wreck to find out they had accepted. Really, ask anyone who had any contact with her in the time from then to the premiere, they could testify that her moodiness had risen like a hot air balloon.

Now, though, she was kind of regretting that she had invited them, looking over to the sharp looking bunch, all dressed to the nines. She scanned her eyes over them, catching a wave from Brian, which she gladly returned with an enthusiastic smile. Bri then tapped Roger on the shoulder to alert him of Y/n’s acknowledgment, which resulted in Y/n’s eyes widening to the size of moons.

She turned her head, and worked to finish up her walk of the carpet just a tad bit faster. It all seemed to be for nothing, though, as in the dark of the theater for the premiere itself, she saw the seat next to her be filled, a presence filling her senses.

“Miss me?”

-

Their hands were all over each other, not truly caring if the tabloids caught a glimpse, just needing to make up for lost time.

They had stumbled into the golden hotel both her and Queen were staying in, the swinging doors of the New York establishment blowing a cool gust of wind in their direction.

They merely laughed at the minor interruption, their teeth clashing as they both smiled momentarily. It was soon forgotten, though, both of them having much more pressing matters in their minds.

They only came to a cease in the elevator, some old couple who most definitely did not care about whatever pressing issue the two of them felt they had, standing off to the side. (Y/n could swear she saw the older woman smirk and wink at her, to which she cocked her head and smiled.)

Once back into the safe confines of Y/n’s suite, they resumed like they had never even stopped, hands gravitating towards the others form as if they were opposite magnets, unable to be separated for too long.

“You’ve driven me crazy, you know that, right? “

She giggled and bit her lip, looking up into his eyes, their foreheads pressed together.

“Mmm? I’d hope so.”

He pulled away, shaking his head, blond locks following suit.

“Really, you have no idea. I haven’t been able to shake you from my head. You’re everywhere.”

Her excitement could barely be contained at his confession of sorts, chest heaving, trying to stay calm.

“Yeah, that was the plan.”

Roger shook his head with a dry chuckle, looking to his feet and back to her when she had tilted his head up, her finger resting on his jaw.

“Well, are you into it?” She questioned, grabbing his hand and pulling their clasped fingers in between their chests, her eyes hazy with hope.

“Yeah.” He titled his head, feigning a pondering look. “You could say I’m kinda into it.”

“Shut it!”

“Make me.”

She rolled her eyes at his stupidly provocative suggestion, and he only laughed, the two of them falling onto the plush comfort of the bed in a meshed flurry for the remainder of the night.

And if you couldn’t guess what could have possibly happened next, the black dress ended up in a pooled up pile next to the bed that night, right next to the heels that finally she had the pleasure of discarding.

The next morning, it was unlike the one 6 years ago, as when Roger woke up, he was overjoyed to find a sleeping Y/n, laying on his chest with hair splayed around her. And he had to say, he usually wasn’t much of a cuddler, but for some reason he felt so incredibly endeared, that anything else wouldn’t have sufficed.

He ran small circles on the exposed skin of her bare shoulder, the comforter concealing the rest of her limbs that were tangled up with Roger’s.

When she stirred, Roger sat up, fondly watching as her eyes fluttered open and her tongue ran across her dried lips, still carrying a hint of last night's red pigment. She looked next to her, her eyeline matching up with the covered skin of Roger’s lap.

She sighed, shifting her head to rest on his thighs as her feet dangled off of the bed. One of Roger’s hands came up to softly massage the top of her head, the other against the headboard, behind his neck. She stared at the ceiling, an unreadable expression creeping its way to her features.

“We were jacked up last night.” Roger’s voice cut through the silence they shared, deeper in the late morning than she had heard before.

“Correction, you were jacked up.”

“Whatever.”

They laughed, silence soon taking over once again. Roger sighed, closing his ever tired eyes.

“Are we gonna pay for this?”

She scoffed, inhaling deeply before reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing her carton of cigarettes. He noticed they were the same brand from college, a small smile making its way to his face at the thought.

She first lit hers, then lighting a second one for the man occupying her king sized bed (though she wasn’t even slightly upset by this, quite the opposite). She handed it to him, sticking her own between her lips and sitting up, straddling where her head had been minutes before.

She leaned forward, so close their noses were to the point where they were nearly touching. She took the cigarette from her lips, blowing the smoke to the left of Rog in the direction of the large balcony overlooking Times Square. She turned her attention back to him, though it had never really left, tilting her head.

“Do you regret it?”

“No.” The answer came immediately, no careful consideration or pondering needed.

“Right.” She removed herself from him, standing and taking the sheet with her, letting it cover her like a renaissance dress. She walked over to the balcony, leaning against the frame of the double doors. She took another drag, an adoring smile spreading across her face.

“Then there’s your answer.”

She paused, Roger tilted his head, his brows lifting.

“Of course we will.”

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Nine Months | 1 | Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Warnings: None! Pure tooth rotting fluff!

Word Count: 3,199

Summary: Ben has everything in life he could ever ask for. An adorable beagle, a thriving acting career, and most importantly - (Y/N), his beautiful wife. Nothing could make life better, until (Y/N) finds out she’s due to give Ben the greatest gift she can give in nine months time.

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Ben had been gone for about a month now, off in America filming a project that just so happened to involve one of his friends, Joe Mazzello. He seemed happy enough in their nightly FaceTime chats - well nightly for Ben, morningly for (Y/N) - but just speaking to each other on the phone wasn’t enough. This time in particular had been harder on them than all the other times in the past he had to leave in order to earn a living, and they could only chalk it up to being newlyweds. Ben missed his best girl, and would send her texts throughout the London evening, LA morning saying how much he missed her and how he couldn’t wait to be home again. And of course the instagram content that came with Joe and Ben’s reuniting was enough to keep the female laughing throughout the day when her lover was asleep.

(Y/N) and Frankie had been getting by well as they always did when Ben was gone. Long walks together in the morning after calls with Ben and another in the evening when (Y/N) returned home from work. While Frankie wasn’t the blond actor the (H/C) woman had fallen in love with, her cuddles were enough to get her through the night. The little dog seemed to know exactly when she needed comfort and would lay completely still pressed up against her body allowing her to pet her to her heart’s desire. And although when Ben was home they had the beagle sleep in her own bed, (Y/N) missed the feeling of having someone next to her. So naturally Frankie had begun to take up residence on Ben's side of the bed, ever close for when (Y/N) needed her.

The warm golden beams of sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the curtains, gently pulling the (h/c) female from her peaceful slumber a few minutes before her alarm was to go off. She stretched with a squeak before rolling over to face Ben’s empty side of the bed seeing Frankie was still passed out. (Y/N) smiled softly at her steady breathing before opting to cuddle with Ben’s pillow instead so as not to wake her. She pulled the soft cushion into her chest breathing in its scent. Even after a month of him being gone it still smelled of his shampoo and cologne with a hint of cigarette smoke. It set her heart alight with emotions of contentment and love for the actor while breaking it all the same. She missed him terribly and longed for him to be home in her arms once again. Even as the weather was starting to get a bit warmer as winter was trudging to its slow bitter end, it did little to lift her spirits. Some days were better than others, those were typically the sunny days like today, where she could wake up to the melodic sounds of birds singing in the tree right outside their window. Others she barely wanted to get out of bed, but she would know deep in her heart it’s what he would want her to do. Her alarm sounded after a few minutes waking the beagle from her slumber, but like (Y/N), this morning even Frankie was feeling rather lethargic. She stood shaking herself out before joining the female in resting her head on Ben’s pillows. (Y/N) giggled softly as she reached over to gently stroke her tricoloured fur. “I know Franks, I miss him too…” She breathed out with a smile as Frankie licked at her fingers before burying her nose into his other pillow. (Y/N) sighed peacefully as she breathed in the scent from the eygptian cotton closing her eyes again, just wanting the comfort of Ben’s embrace. She wasn’t sure how long she had drifted off for but on cue and on time as always, her phone began to buzz on the side table behind her with her morning phone call from Ben. She lazily reached over to unlock her phone, smiling tirely, the clouds of sleep still hanging heavily over her as she greeted her husband. “Hi.” She breathed.

Ben chuckled softly, seeing how drunk on sleep she still was. “I didn’t wake you did I? You’re usually in the kitchen by now.”

“Nah, we girls just decided to have a bit of a lay in this morning rather than the longer W-A-L-K.” She laughed having to spell it out so the beagle didn’t suddenly become a bolt of energy as she moved the camera so he could see both his girls at the same time.

He laughed softly, his celadon irises lighting up at the sight of the two of them. “Are you both cuddling with my pillows?”

“Well I was at least before she woke up. I miss you.” (Y/N) mumbled softly resting the phone against a section of the comforter she had piled up. Although she said it every day, each day it made his heart ache a little bit more, he was often busy on set, during the day so hearing her say that made his nights feel all the more lonely. “Franks must miss you too, she crawled over and did the exact same thing the moment she woke up.”

“Awe, well if it’s any consolation I miss my best girls more than anything.” He sighed, a slight furrow of sadness to his brow. “Not long now, though, only a few more weeks until we’ll be together again for a long while. The next few projects I’ve got stacked up don’t require leaving the UK for more than a week or two.”

“I know...but I still wish I just...had a piece of you here with me still.” She sighed with the slightest of grimaces. They chatted as they normally did for another ten minutes or so before he was yawning, worn out from his day on set. “I best be letting you get off to bed. You look quite knackered.”

“I think ‘exhausted’ is more like it.” He yawned again. He went quiet as he simply stared at the screen for a few moments. “God...how did a guy like me get so lucky to have someone as beautiful as you for a wife.” He mumbled making her blush like he always did near the end of their calls.

“Could say the same for you with those rippling pectorals of yours.” She winked cheekily making Ben chuckle softly. “I love you Ben...so much.”

“I love you more.” He smiled. “See you soon.”

“Bye….” She whispered, and with the press of a button he was gone again, just like always. (Y/N) sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as she clutched his pillow to her chest once again, a wave of longing for him and sadness washing over her for a few moments before she rolled over to gently pet the beagle a bit. “What do you say we have our breakfast and go for a walk, Franks?” She giggled as Frankie’s ears perked up at the mention of food and one of her favourite activities, her tail thumping heavily against the comforter. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

It was a beautiful day, a comfortable but still chilly seven celsius at half seven in the morning as the woman and her four legged friend made their way around Regent’s Park. The sun shone down basking the park in its golden glow, warming the air a bit more by the hour. The thing (Y/N) rather loved about the London Parks was how they made you feel as though you weren’t in the centre of a bustling metropolis. They existed as their own little world for the pair to get lost in and forget about their missing companion for however brief a time as he was never far from the forefront of her mind. As they made their way back toward Primrose Hill, (Y/N) found a sudden wave of uncontrollable nausea plaguing her. She did her best to combat the rising discomfort of the sudden sickness but as it only got steadily worse, she tugged gently on Frankie’s lead. “Come on Franks…” She breathed before pulling her in the direction of a bin before spilling her breakfast into it. (Y/N) groaned as she looked down at Frankie who was looking expectantly up at her with perked ears as if silently asking if she was okay. Her (E/C) irises shone brightly in the London morning as she stooped down to gently pat the beagle’s head. “I’m alright, come on, let’s go home.”

However the strange sickness didn’t stop with one and done. (Y/N) was quite ill all the time she was at work, experiencing another chunder soon after lunch, then in the late afternoon, and a few times in the evening as well. She turned in early for the night figuring it to be a stomach bug of sorts, but when this bug persisted for the next few days, it was plain to see that something wasn’t right. “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She mumbled as she ran a hand over her face as she sat on the couch with a cup of peppermint tea to settle the gurgling pit that was her raging stomach with Ben on Facetime. “Think I should go to the GP?”

“I’d feel a lot better if you did.” He reasoned as he bit the inside of his lip. “It always makes me feel so gutted when I can’t be there to take care of you when you’re ill. You deserve to have someone there for you.”

“I know love, but this isn’t the first time one of us has been ill when we’ve been apart, and I highly doubt it’ll be the last.” She smiled reassuringly at her blond. “I’m sure it’s nothing but just for some peace of mind for both of us I’ll get looked at. Sound?”

Ben nodded with a sigh. “Please text me as soon as you know something, even if I’m asleep, I’ll at least have it for when I wake up. Okay?”

She giggled softly at his conscientious attitude toward her. “I swear you’re going to make such a brilliant father one day with that overprotectiveness of yours.”

This spawned the largest grin she had seen on his features in the longest time. They of course had discussed the idea of having kids at some point after they were married. They agreed that they would let nature take its course and when it happened it would happen, all the same they were going to be careful. “Maybe one day, but for now I’ve got you to fuss over.” Regardless of when a child blessed their lives, he would never stop fussing over (Y/N). Nothing but the best was good enough for his beloved in his eyes. “I should be getting off to bed now, early call tomorrow.”

“Alright, I’ll let you know what happens when I know. I love you Benny.” She smiled using the name she knew he hated but would allow her to use while he was gone filming or when she was sick.

He rolled his eyes at the nickname as a smirk spread across his features. “I love you more (Y/N/N).” He winked before they hung up.

True to her word, (Y/N) called in sick to work that day and found herself in the waiting room at her GP. When it was her turn the doctor ran through the usual questions: what’s wrong? How long have you been experiencing symptoms? When was the date of your last period? Is there a chance that you’re pregnant? While (Y/N) didn’t believe that she was pregnant, they still opted to run a blood test anyway before looking her over further. After about ten minutes the results came back as the doctor strolled into the room. (Y/N) looked at her with a calculating stare, as if silently asking what the results were. The doctor smiled before speaking two words (Y/N) thought she and Ben wouldn’t have been hearing for quite some time yet. “You’re pregnant.” The doctor waited to gage the woman’s reaction before letting out a silent sigh of relief at the sight of a smile of someone who was on cloud nine spread across (Y/N)’s features. “Congratulations Mrs Jones.”

(Y/N) practically floated out of the GP’s office later after the appointment, unable to wipe the grin off her face. Absolutely nothing could hamper the intense feeling of dopamine coursing through her veins at this moment. She and Ben were expecting their first child. While they hadn’t been planning to have a child just yet, she knew that given his expression this morning when she told him that he was going to be a great father, he would soon be right there on cloud nine with her at the news. Now it just became a matter of how to tell her husband. She had always imagined how she would tell him that she was pregnant for the first time, of course in all of her fantasies Ben hadn’t been halfway around the world. This was going to take some creative planning on her part.

Later that evening as she was reaching for her phone to FaceTime Ben, her screen lit up with his contact photo. She smiled brightly, this was it. She quickly calmed herself before looking down at the Beagle sitting on the couch next to her, happily panting away. She unlocked the phone to see not Ben’s face but Joe’s. “Ugh, what do you want?” She playfully scoffed at her husband’s friend.

“Really (Y/N), after all this time, that’s how you greet me? I thought that we had a connection, you and I.” Joe sighed before running a hand over his face. “No matter I’ll just steal your man then.”

“You wouldn’t.” She glared playfully at the American.

“Oh wouldn’t I?” He said turning the camera so she could see Ben sitting in the car next to him who was rolling his eyes. Joe had stolen the phone from his hand the moment he pulled up her contact on FaceTime. “He’s going to be trapped in a car with me for the next hour, but I’m sure he’ll be mine in less than twenty minutes if I play my cards right.”

“Ben, is this your way of telling me you’re leaving me for Joe?” She laughed.

“No he had his chance.” He rolled his eyes, turning to look at his friend. “But you chose the fucking cardboard cutout instead.”  

“How dare you disrespect Cardie B like that.” Joe laughed before handing back the Brit his phone. “I’ll let you two talk now.”

“Thank you.” Ben chuckled looking at his phone. “You alright?” He asked.

“Alright. You?” She smiled at him, her eyes glinting with that ‘I have a secret look’.

“Alright.” He smirked.

“Really feeling the love between you two.” Joe laughed prompting a two finger salute from Ben.

“You go to the GP then?” He asked (Y/N) to which she nodded. “What’d they say then?”

“Don’t you want to say hi to Frankie first? She’s been waiting here patiently. She needs a bit of love from her daddy.” She giggled putting the phone in front of Frankie prompting her to sniff at the screen. “Say hi to Ben, Franks.”

Ben rolled his eyes playfully, he just wanted to know if everything with his wife was sound, but he missed his little girl too. “Hi Franks!” He spoke making the Beagle’s ears perk up at the sound of his voice. “Daddy misses you.” He chuckled making a kissy sound. “What’s that you’ve got around her neck? Has she got on a bandana or something?”

“Oh do you like it? She picked it out when we went to the store after the GP to pick up some more food.” She giggled. “Here read what’s written on it.” She said moving the camera so Ben could see what was written on the bandana, holding her breath as he did so.

“‘Guess what? Mum’s….’” He read aloud, voice trailing off before he could speak the last word on the bandana, his celadon eyes going wide as he dropped the phone.  

“Jesus Ben.” She heard Joe’s voice as he picked up Ben’s phone from the floor of the car. “Let’s see this bandana then.” Joe’s eyes scanned over the writing. “Oh my god! Congratulations you two!! I’m so happy for you!” Joe smiled, patting Ben on the back snapping him out of his trance. “Congrats man! This is fantastic!”

The blond snatched the phone back from his friend, staring intently at the screen trying to make sure (Y/N) wasn’t punking him. “Are you serious?!” A look of pure joy was covering his features. “You’re really pregnant?!”

(Y/N) smiled brightly, nodding furiously as her voice caught in her throat. She moved the phone above her so Ben could see her tummy as she placed a hand on her lower abdomen. “Looks like you left a part of you here after all.” Her smile warmed his heart more than the morning sun that shone through the car window. His wife, his best friend, his (Y/N)...was pregnant with his child. He couldn’t believe it, it was like some incredible dream and if it was, he absolutely never wanted to wake up. His only regret was that he wasn’t there to hold her right then in this moment.

“I can’t believe it...we’re going to be parents.” He was floating up out of his body, riding out the shot of ecstasy that she had given him. “My god...why can’t I be there with you right now.”

“Soon love.” She winked at him. “The three of us…” She trailed off a moment, getting Frankie in the shot. “We’re not going anywhere. We’ll be right here for you when you get back.”

“I can’t wait to be back.” Ben mumbled with a smile. They talked, along with Joe, for a bit before (Y/N) had to hang up to make supper for herself and Frankie. “Thank you (Y/N)....” He smiled referring to the child she was baring. “I love you...I love you both so, so much.”

(Y/N) thought the smile that had been permanently etched into her features all day couldn’t grow any wider, until he went and said something like that. “We love you too Ben...safe travels.” Ben’s heart fluttered against his chest at those words. He was going to be a father.

Later that night as (Y/N) was about to head to bed, she received a text from Joe on WhatsApp. You’ve certainly got yourself a committed man, made the driver pull over so he could pick up this to read during our down time. With the text came a picture he took of Ben sitting in his chair offset reading a book titled ‘The Expectant Dad's Survival Guide: Everything You Need to Know’. The sight made (Y/N)’s heart sing, loud enough that she was sure that he heard it around the world in The States. Aweeeeee bless him 🥰🥰 she responded before locking her phone. She placed a hand on her belly as she laid on her back staring at the ceiling. “You’re going to have the world’s best dad, love.”

MONTH TWO 

[rosesvioletshardy]

can we do it? - billy/four chapter 8

so close to the end of the story ! this wasn’t my best story but i do have others in mind not sure if it’s going to be ben related or his characters

sorry about any requests that y’all might have sent for ben imagines i’m trying my hardest to write them but remember that i am working full time and that i am also a full time college student so it may take a while because my only free time is when i’m supposed to be sleeping but it doesn’t matter since i feel like you don’t like my writing anyways

so here’s chapter 8

summary: one team, seven people, two lovers, things are about to get crazy and zero and four don’t know if they can manage to do it.

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# of words: 2,608

warnings: angst:

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After the fight, no one knew what to do. They all just stared at One hoping he was going to do something since he’s the one who warned them. As she was in the room crying, Billy was out smoking, not wanting to face anyone after what happened, especially One. Speaking of One, he was outside with his head in his hands, upset over what happened and how he knew it was bound to happen. Everyone was staring at him, waiting to go do something about it and he just sighed and got up to go see Y/N. 

He stood outside her room before knocking on the door and waiting for her to open it. After standing there for a few minutes, One walked in seeing that it wasn’t going to be opening anytime soon. He saw her figure laying down, her back facing him and towards the wall. Letting out a deep sigh, he went and sat down on the corner of the bed. Y/N knew it was One that entered her room and sat down; she knew that all too familiar sigh that he always does. 

“Um, listen. I didn’t want to say I told you so, but I told you so. God, that sounded so rude and I’m not good at this sentimental crap but you’re like a little sister to me and after seeing what Four said, I never wanted to punch him more. I know that sounds wrong but he pretty much deserves it for hurting you. This is why I didn’t want things like this to happen. Now I don’t know if your feelings are going to get in the way of the mission, which I know they aren’t so don’t kill me. I want everyone to work as a team and not let their feelings get in the way anymore.” he told her looking around her room hoping it’ll help him think of something

“What i’m trying to say is, I know how much he meant to you and you to him but you can’t let one thing determine how it’s going to be for the rest of your life. I’m going to be talking to Four as well about what happened. In the meantime, I want you to think everything over. I’m also going to need you to come with us on the boat when everything goes down. You’re going to be in the field this time instead of behind the computer. Not sure if you hear this but i’ll tell you once again before it happens. I hate to be that asshole, but you need to put your emotions aside and continue on even if you’re allowed to be sad.  Love you kid. If you tell anyone I said that I’ll tell the team that when you were 18, you threw up when your first boyfriend told you he loved you after a month of dating.” he said putting his hand on her shoulder and patting it softly before leaving. She heard everything he said and he was right as much as she didn’t want to admit it. She couldn’t let one thing be in the way of saving what could be the world just because she was mad at a boy. When she heard the door close and click, she got up from where she was laying and took a look around the room. Y/N noticed she saw Billy’s bag and remembered that since they were together they would share the room and a bed, but now she wasn’t sure if she wanted to even be in the same room as him. She got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to clean herself up but at soon as she saw herself in the mirror, all she saw was her red, blotchy eyes, with mascara dripping her face, and dried tears. She hasn’t seen this look since she got dumped in her first real relationship a few years before that wasn’t the guy she threw up on. Letting out a deep shaky sigh, she began to clean herself up before going outside for a much needed walk. 

The weather was nice when Y/N went outside. It wasn’t too hot but it wasn’t too cold. Everyone had gone to sleep but she wasn’t sure as to where Billy was but the thought of seeing him at the moment made her heart hurt. She wasn’t even sure if she also wanted to see Amelia at the moment too because it involved her too, but she couldn’t do that to her. What Y/N didn’t know was that Billy was watching her from the window in Blaine’s room as she sat on the porch and looked up at the sky before One knocked on the door and Blaine opened it.

“Hey, we need to talk. Like right now. I’ll be in the living room.” he said before walking out as Blaine looked between the two men distracted from his book and billy letting out a sigh.

“Yeah, you’re screwed. Sorry.”

“I know. Thanks for letting me stay here tonight. I feel like she doesn’t want to see me.” he said as he walked over to the door before leaving

“No problem man. Good luck. And don’t worry, it’ll all pass and you guys will both be back together soon.” he said patting his back before heading to the bathroom

“I hope so.” billy whispered, looking down at his hands and letting out a sigh before getting up and walking out of the room to go see One

One was pacing back and forth trying to think of ways to make sure that Billy and Y/N were able to get along while they finished the mission without them clashing or getting mad. Billy took a deep breath before walking in and going over to the couch and sitting down, ready to get yelled at for what happened. One noticed and stopped pacing, trying to find the right words to say to him without getting mad at him and not yell without waking anyone up from his own stupidness. Billy was just staring at his hands getting ready to be yelled and scolded at like how his mother used to when he was a teenager for getting ditching school and not focusing in school.

“Okay. I’m not going to yell because I know almost everyone is asleep and it’ll draw attention surrounding us, so i’m going to say this in the most calming tone ever. You are an idiot. The biggest idiot i have ever met. This is why I didn't want anyone on this team dating or hooking up. Things like that happen and others start to develop feelings. I know it’s natural but you literally just hurt her heart after she trusted you with it. She has been through a lot since the beginning of this mission and I'm pretty sure you already know by now that Six was her brother. I don’t know how much more heartache she can handle, but i do know that I don’t know what she’s going to do after this mission. I don’t know if she’s going to stick around and stay on the team when a new case comes up or if she’s going to create a new identity and leave because I know she can do that, but all I know is, she is like a little sister to me and I take family seriously. I know that may come as a shock to you and all since I refuse to talk about it and even admit it and all but I do take it seriously. I don’t care if you guys get back together or whatever, but I need to make sure that the team finishes this and that no one here is on bad terms because it’s going to my ass on the line then. Now, we don’t have long before all of this shit goes down. Get some sleep, it’s going to be a busy day tomorrow.” One explained to Billy as he then left the room

Letting out a deep sigh and putting his head in his hands, Billy sat there for a few moments before wiping away his tears and getting up to head back to Blaine's room. On the way back, he stopped in front of what originally was his and Y/N’s room and stood there before carefully walking in making sure to not wake her up just in case she had gone back into bed. He walked over to her and watched as her chest slowly rose and fell indicating that she had fallen fast asleep. When he took a look at her face, it stung him in the chest to see the dried tears and blotchy eyes knowing it was all his fault she was like that and that she had to cry herself to sleep. He took a seat on the floor and brought his legs to his chest as he held them together with his arms. He began to think about all the things they used to do when they first joined the group and how he always felt comfort in that he got to let the truth about him shine as they talked to each other. Billy never liked talking about his feelings, especially to his girlfriends, but with Y/N it was different for him. He always felt a sense of relief whenever he talked to her, even when it was hard for him to put how he was feeling into words. She just always knew how he felt. He remembers when they first met. It was when One was recruiting him and she was hiding in the corner watching the two of them as he yelled and One was talking to him asking if he was afraid. If Billy was being honest, he was terrified because he didn’t know what was fully happening other than he got kidnapped. He wasn’t sure if wanted to become a ghost at first, but then he saw the benefits of becoming a ghost and went through it. 

He went over to the bed and grabbed his bag, rummaging through to look for his cigarettes. He knew he should kick the habit soon, especially after making a promise to Y/N that he would, knowing that she didn’t want anything serious happening to him from them. Something else he knew was that in less than 12 hours they were going to have to finish the biggest mission of their lives. He couldn’t help but think about what they were going to do afterwards. Before their fight, he wanted to go climb a mountain and she wanted to go explore his hometown and get to know him better  but they knew that wasn’t a possibility so New Zealand was her second option. He stood outside for a few more minutes after finishing his cigarette before stopping it out and going back into the room. He didn’t want to leave Y/N. He didn’t know how long he stood there thinking before realizing he should get up and leave the room before someone came in and had to force him out and go back to Blaine’s. He took one more look at her and brushed the hair out of her face before placing a kiss on her forehead and left the room.

When he entered the room, there was a couch that was set up for him and he walked over to it and set his stuff down. Blaine could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t want to be there and would rather be with Y/N, but they knew it wouldn’t be a possibility any time soon.

“Dude, you’ve got to go to sleep. Rest your brain. I can tell you’ve been thinking a lot recently and it’s not the good kind of thinking too.” Blaine told him

“I’m not thinking.”

“Then what are you doing? Moping? Pretending like you weren’t just in a fight or whatever that was and that the love of your life hates your guts right now?” Billy didn’t say anything and just ignored him and got ready for bed. He was right though. She did hate his guts but she also still loved him.

“I’m just-I’m just worried about tomorrow. What if I-” “Tell me the truth right now.” 

“Fine! I am thinking about her! I’m thinking about how I pretty much ruined the one time I found love and that someone loves me back for who I am as a person. I’ve been cheated, backstabbed, and now I can't even talk to her without her wanting to kill me.” billy yelled out all in one breath before falling onto the couch running his hands through his hair 

“There it is. There’s that feeling you’ve been holding in.” Blaine told him before continuing

“Listen man. Relationships are going to come and go except for this one because we’re “dead” but I’ve seen the way you both look at each other. That’s real love right there. I don’t think I’ve looked at anyone like that before.” “Okay what’s your point here? You’re not exactly helping me out here.” billy told him getting slightly annoyed

“My point is, the two of you can’t be separated. No matter what. I know I haven’t been in this team since the beginning but I can tell that you and Y/N always had to be somewhat together or just talking to each other over the comms.” Blaine told him as billy looked down into his hands

“Is it true that you both had different comms so you can talk to each other separately?”

“Yeah”

“And what would she always tell you?”

Billy sat there quietly. He didn’t say anything to Blaine because he knew that he was right about everything he��s said so far. Him and Y/N were always together in some way. They were each other’s anchors and kept the other grounded at times.

“She would calm me down. Tell me things to keep me distracted.” “Did she do it when you were underwater?”

“Yeah” he answered, voice barely a whisper

Blaine didn’t have to tell him anything for him to understand where he was going with. Billy knew that he had to get her back but the same went with Y/N as well. They both knew they had to apologize to each other and not just billy to her. Y/N also needed to apologize to Amelia for the way she had reacted towards her. It wasn’t like her at all to act like that but something took over her mind and words just started to come out of her mouth that she wasn’t thinking.

“She loves you and you love her. Maybe after this mission or hell even during it everything will come back together. I don’t like seeing anyone this upset. Let alone two people I've become friends with. Now rest up, we got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

Billy nodded and fixed himself on the couch and got under the makeshift covers of his “bed” and couldn’t help but think about what Blaine was telling him. He did love her and he made sure to show it whenever he got the chance to do so and he betrayed her trust so she had every right to be upset at him. His eyes began to slowly close and drown out all the thoughts that were running through his head about what was going to happen the next day and where his relationship with Y/N stood.

[youcanbemyhoneychile]

"The sea, once it casts it's spell, holds one in it's net of wonder forever" 

~ Jacques Cousteau

[innuendostyles]

winter things : ben hardy x reader

ariana grande - winter things 

it wasn’t even cold outside, which made ben giggle as he looked at your puppy dog eyes pleading him to take you to the ice rink.

“the one downtown?” he asked with a chuckle.

“yeah” you replied with a small smile on your face.

“lets do it.” he confirmed, racing you up the stairs to retrieve his shoes.

you sat on the sofa in your apartment, chuckling as you saw him walk into the living room wearing a bobble hat and an array of your woolly scarves.

“ben it’s like 100 degrees! you’re gonna melt!” you warned jokingly.

“gotta get out!” he joked before taking off the garments and taking his phone from his pocket to check the opening times of the rink.

“got everything?” he asked with a smile as you scratched behind frankie’s ears, something you always did before leaving her for the day.

“yeah” you replied, picking up your phone, keys and polaroid camera and putting them into the small black rucksack ben was carrying.

before you could leave the house, ben startled you with a loud “wait!”. you spun around to see what was so urgent and laughed as you saw ben holding his phone in the reflection of the ceiling-length mirror he bought for your apartment. he held a peace sign on his right hand, phone in left, and a large pout on his lips.

you joined him, turning your back to the mirror, your head over your shoulder with a wink and a lip-bite to finish the pose. ben took the picture and uploaded it to his instagram with the simple caption, “❄️❄️❄️ (just kidding it is actually extremely hot at the moment)” .

you both left your apartment, hand in hand, taking the underground subway down to the ice rink. he got a text from gwilym as you were riding, something about him and the boys being at the beach if he wanted to join. he replied “baby’s in town, we’re doing winter things mister lee!” which made you blush lightly.

after you finished your time at the skating rink, polaroids developed, you left for your apartment. as soon as you both entered, ben ran to your shared bedroom and returned with a larger rucksack. “what’s that for?” you wondered. “we....” he took a deep breath as he picked frankie up in his arms. “are going to a little cabin to pretend it’s actually cold outside.” you shook your head with disbelief and agreed.

so you both ended up in a cosy, warm cabin in the middle of the countryside. you both laughed, laying next to the small fireplace in the corner of the cabin with frankie on your chests.

“let’s pretend we’re at the north pole” he whispered in your ear. you chuckled and kissed his lips, looking into his eyes with love and adoration. “i love you.” you reminded him. “i love you more.” he replied, kissing your nose, causing frankie to whine and run off your chest and onto ben’s back.

[hxlyhoax]

No Longer Doing Masterlist

XXXXXXXXX

5 Seconds of Summer

He Posts About You

Facetime Posts [ft Bohemian Rhapsody Cast]

The Purge

Social

Piggies

Tweets

Love Calculator

Room

Throwback

Texting

Heathers Lyrics

Insta Post

Ghost of You - AI

Post About Each Other - AI

Beauty of a Love Triangle - LH

Be Alright - LH

YN Hemmings

Halsey

Meeting For The First Time

Jealous 2

Rami Malek / His Characters

Who’s More Possessive

Songs They Dedicate To You

Reaction To You Coming Out

Why These Songs Are On Your Playlist

Lyrics That Describe Your Relationship

What Kind of Dog You Get

Lowkey in Love - RM

Finn Catch Up [Need For Speed]

Selfish - Finn [Need For Speed]

Josh Catch Up [Until Dawn]

Without Me - EA [Mr. Robot]

Nice To Meet You - EA [Mr. Robot]

I’m Sorry - EA [Mr. Robot]

It’s Gonna Be Alright - EA [Mr. Robot]

Yungblud

Social

Facetime

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Oscar Post

Cat Post

Army Leave

Coming Out

Make Up Look

Lyrics

Dating a Co-Star - LB + BH

Lucy Boynton

Your Playlist

Lyrics That Describe Your Relationship

Why These Songs Are On Your Playlist

Come Back… Be Here

Ben Hardy

Bad Day

Your Playlist

Lyrics That Describe Your Relationship

Why These Songs Are On Your Playlist

Jesse Pinkman

Wait, What

I’m Facing This (x Reader’s father! Walter)

I’m a Criminal, Yo

Oh, Hey (Pt 2 to ^)

Harry Potter (series)

Soulmate Au: Adults

Soulmate Au: Students

Riverdale

Don't Take Her Away|FP Jones (Reader!Daughter)

You Don't Have To Like Her|Jughead Jones

Trust Issues|Reggie Mantle

[andormeddows]

Slow hands ::: Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Golden Globe Awards night! The reader gets all turned on over Ben in a suit. Smut!

Word count: 3629

Warnings: Strictly 18+. I don’t want minors interacting with this piece of writing. Hm, suit kink? Does that even exist? There’s a lot of swearing. Also, dirty-talking, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), very slight tight-riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!).

Notes: Oh, well, see you all in hell, my lovelies. I’ve sinned. I know it’s a bit late, considering that the Golden Globes happened last week, but it was a busy one for me and I just got to finish writing it today. Inspired by Niall Horan’s song Slow Hands. Hope you like it. Also, sorry for any mistakes! Keep in mind that English is not my first language.

Masterlist is here!

The sleepless city lights blazed brightly as the car accelerated through the crowded avenues and streets. Ben and YN, on the backseat, headed back to the fancy hotel they were staying while in Los Angeles. Ben had his head propped against YN’s shoulder as one of her hands slowly caressed his scalp, which caused him to doze off after all the agitation of the night. YN watched the high buildings towering over the traffic, the people on the streets, the starry sky even though the bright lights practically erased all of them. She would never have imagined one day she would be the one living that celebrity life, but there both of them were, fighting for their place in the movie industry.

She averted her dreamy gaze to Ben, smiling softly at his drowsy state. Her other hand rested on his tight, absentmindedly rubbing her thumb against it. Ben had one of his hands loosely wrapped around YN’s waist. He sleepily hid his face in the crook of her neck, lightly pressing his lips against her skin. She hummed quietly at his gesture.

“I love you, YN,” Ben whispered, dragging his lips up her neck until he reached the corner of her lips, the dark red lipstick fading slightly.

“I love you too, Ben,” she pecked his lips, pressing her hand against his tight and squeezing it softly.

“God, I still can’t believe we won both categories,” he mumbled against her skin. “This is a dream.”

“It’s not a dream, Ben. You definitely deserved both of them,” YN smiled as Ben snuggled up to her. “I’m so proud of you all.”

Until they reached the hotel, both of them stayed in a comfortable silence. Every now and then, Ben would peck YN’s lips out of the blue, causing her to smile and reciprocate the gesture. However, her kisses were longer, passionate and slightly needy. The truth was that she had to endure a long night beside Ben in that suit, which had her feeling extremely frustrated by the end of the ceremony. She loved the way it fit him perfectly. God, it was driving her crazy how his trousers were just tight enough and how his jacket wrapped around his rather muscular body.  She kept biting her lips, pressing them in a thin line as she intently watched him interact with all the people who came to congratulate the cast.

When both of them stepped out of the car and reached the inside of the building, the hotel hall was strangely quiet compared to the constant buzz of the ceremony and the celebration party. Apart from a few other guests that were on the ceremony by the fancy dresses and suits that were around, there were few hotel workers to welcome those who arrived late at night.

It was only after getting to the elevator that YN broke the silence that had settled in between them. Seeing the doors close in front of them and leaving them alone inside the machine, she quickly turned to Ben, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. A smirk plastered across her lips as his hands pressed against her back.

“You know I have a thing for men in suits,”   she whispered hoarsely in his ear after kissing the spot right below it. She had to actually suppress a filthy moan at the thought of them fucking in the elevator, his tie askew, the button up shirt half undone and the jacket long forgotten on the marble floor. “And I had to watch you the whole fucking night in this one.”

She slowly ran her fingers down his black tie, biting her lips as she sensed his breath hitch in his throat. Ben gulped quietly, intently watching YN’s movements. For a moment he stayed still, his mind processing YN’s arousing words. Her fingers reached the waistband of his trousers and she bit her lips eagerly.

“Watch out, love,” Ben warned sternly, his intense blue eyes locking with hers as he pulled her hand away. Their faces were so close, YN could smell a faint scent of alcohol on Ben’s breath.

“Or what?” she asked innocently against his lips. “Are you ripping this dress from me right in an elevator, Ben?”

“Fuck,” Ben exhaled in frustration, taking one of his hands to his combed blonde hair and sliding it through his locks. All of the tiredness from before due to the endless celebration was completely gone.

“Hm, you do want me out of this dress, don’t you, Ben?” YN laughed quietly, capturing Ben’s lips in a slow and sensual kiss when the elevator dinged and a masculine voice announced the floor number.

They stumbled out of it when the doors slid open, YN pulling at her dress to prevent herself from stepping over it. The hallway was silent and the lights were off until they stepped under a sensor, causing all of the yellow lights to quickly lit up.

“You look stunning in this dress, YN, I must admit it,” Ben had his hands on YN’s waist, his eyes eagerly met hers once again, trying to find the same needy feeling hidden inside of them. “But, yes, I’d rather see you out of it.”

YN laughed loudly. “Oh, and what exactly do you have in mind, Mr. Hardy?”

Ben smirked. “Maybe eat you out in this suit? Would you like that?”

YN closed her eyes, whining in anticipation at Ben’s words. “Yes, Ben.”

Ben pressed his lips against hers, biting her bottom lip and slightly tugging at it. “Hell, you fucking like that.”

YN could feel her arousal pulsing in her veins, making her hands shake in desire. “Are you going to make me feel good? So good that I’ll moan your name until dawn while you eat me out?”

“You bet,” Ben’s eyes lit up as he licked his lips.

She and Ben hurried to their hotel room not being able to keep their hands off of each other, stealing kisses and sharing the same burning desire. Ben pushed YN to the nearest hallway wall as they reached their door, crashing his lips against YN’s neck. He hungrily bit at her skin and sucked faint hickeys as he blindly tried to find the slot to push the card in and unlock the door.

“So eager, aren’t we?” YN teased, pulling the card from his hands and pushing it hard in the slot as he kept kissing her neck.

She pushed the door open and their lips met once again in a quick kiss. Ben held on to her body as they entered the room and YN turned on a few of the lights.

“God, I could look at you in this suit forever,” she moaned against his lips, eyes closed in pure bliss as his mouth worked wonders on her skin. Her mind kept wandering to filthy scenarios where Ben ate her out in that marvelous suit, where she pulled at his black tie while unbuttoning his shirt, where she would tight-ride him in that trousers. Her body shivered.

“You fucking have a kink for it,” Ben whispered, bemused at her words.

“Guess I do,” she laughed as she kicked her uncomfortable high heels off.

Ben got rid of his jacket and the pair of shoes, kicking it aside. His hands eagerly wandered to her back, looking for the dress zipper. YN turned her back to him in order to help him find it easily. As he slid the zipper down, he slowly kissed her shoulders, letting his lips wander through her skin and sending shivers down her spine. YN soon let the dress fall to the floor, stepping out of it as Ben’s eyes lit up at the sight of her almost naked body, only in panties. His arms wrapped around YN’s figure, pulling her slowly to the bed as they kissed again. His tongue entered her mouth, smearing saliva all around their lips as they tenderly kissed, every now and then bumping their noses.

“Can you keep the suit?” she quietly asked, running her fingers down his cheek.

Ben smirked, “You want me to eat you out wearing it?”

She nodded as her fingers wrapped around his black tie, losing it around his neck. He carefully pushed her against the bed, making her seat on the edge of the mattress, leaning his hands on either side of her as their lips met once again in a filthy kiss. It was needier and messier. Their tongues mingled and their breaths ran shorter. YN’s cupped Ben’s face as one of his hands ran up her thigh.

He knelt against the soft mat at the end of the bed and spread her legs open, biting his lips as their eyes met. YN intently watched every single one of his moves, loving the tingling sensation that his touch caused on her body. Both of Ben’s hands were on her thighs now, massaging her skin as his mouth pressed kisses against it. Her breath hitched. She propped herself on her elbows as Ben’s lips approached her aching core. She bucked her hips slightly when he licked her clit through the thin fabric of her panties.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered, letting her body collapse against the soft mattress.

“Hm, someone’s eager,” Ben chuckled, rubbing his fingers against her folds, feeling her wetness. “Look at your damp panties.”

She closed her eyes and exhaled heavily. “I had to look at you in this damn suit the whole fucking night. Don’t act like you didn’t expect it.”

“Oh, I did expect it,” he uttered in a raspy tone, making YN’s body tingle at those sounds.

“You better.” she answered annoyed at the slow and teasing pace in which his fingers moved. Ben had his blue eyes glued on her, intently watching her fall apart as he bit lips at that sight. “Because I wasn’t going to be all worked up for nothing.”

“I just didn’t know the suit would be such a turn on for you.” he whispered against her thighs, kissing and licking them, oh, so close to her pussy.

“I thought we were never leaving,” she complained.

“Oh, poor YN,” Ben teased. “ Guess I have to make it up to you, yeah?”

Ben licked her pussy once again and kissed her clit lightly. She hissed, a smile finding its way to her lips. He then hooked two of his fingers on the waistband of her panties and pulled it down her legs, throwing it at his knees and quickly getting up. He crawled on the bed above her body. YN noticed the way the button up shirt hugged his muscles as he propped his arms on either side of her head, eliciting a soft whimper at the sight. She reached for the buttons of it and half-unbuttoned the shirt. Ben’s lips were against her neck once again, his chest moving up and down quickly as her fingers touched his skin while unbuttoning the shirt.

He sucked at the spot right below her ear, as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her body. At that, his knee slightly brushed against her core, which made her moan at the sudden friction. One of her hands gripped his strong arm, as she tilted his head to give him more access to her neck. He worked his lips against every single sweet spot that made shivers run down her spine. YN would elicit needy whimpers and moans, arching her back in pleasure as his knee would insistently brush against her folds.

“How much do you like it?” Ben uttered against her skin, kissing her collarbones and slowly tracing a patch down to her breasts.

“A-A lot.” YN stuttered as his tongue teased one of her nipples, taking it inside of his mouth and playing with it. “Shit.”

Ben kept teasing her, sucking it and running his tongue around it. YN could barely handle her frustration at the lack of attention to her aching core, her juices spread through her folds. She bucked her hips against Ben’s knee, crying out at the sudden wave of intense pleasure.

“Oh, love,” Ben licked her stomach. “You need so much attention, don’t you? So needy.”

“Please, Ben,” she whimpered, closing her eyes. YN was completely lost under Ben’s touch, feeling the anticipation in her body and her blood run hot and fast as her desire increased and her body begged to be touched.

The truth was that Ben was achingly hard at the sight of YN begging like that. He cursed under his breath at his tight pants and slowly dragged his fingers down YN’s stomach until he reached her pussy, rubbing it at a slow pace once again. He would eventually touch her clit as his fingers ran up and now, which had YN sighing both in relief and pleasure.

He kneeled once again against the soft mat and pulled her legs up so that her heels were propped on the edge of the mattress. Without any warning, Ben dip his tongue in her juices, licking her folds up to her clit. YN moaned against her lips, as she bit them anxiously. Ben wrapped his lips around her clit, lapping at it at a fast pace while his fingers teased at their entrance.

“Shit, Ben,” YN whimpered, her fingers reaching for his blonde hair and closing around his locks, making him hum in appreciation, which sent delicious vibrations through YN’s body.

Her hips buckled slightly when he pushed two of his fingers inside of her, a loud and filthy moan of his name echoed around the silent room, causing him to smirk against her clit. He pumped them in and out slowly as he ate her out and the pleasure running through her veins became almost unbearable.

“Oh, Ben…”

“What is it?” he asked softly, meeting her eyes as she watched his body covered in sweat as well as hers. “Does it feel good?”

She nodded eagerly as Ben pumped his fingers faster and deeper inside of her, his muscles burning at the repetitive movement of his fingers. He slowly got up, never ceasing to give her pleasure. Their lips met again in a messy kiss. Her juices were smeared around his lips, which glistened against the few lights lit at the corner of the room. Her tongue brushed his, adding saliva to her smeared juices. He bit her bottom lip, tugging slightly at it as she exhaled in pleasure.

He, then, slowly removed his fingers from inside of her, holding her hands above her head, fingers intertwined as they kissed hungrily and he grinded against her wet and ravished pussy. His trousers slightly damp.

“Shit, yes,” he mumbled against YN’s lips.

She felt her body would explode at the amount of pleasure building up inside of her. Ben’s grinding and cursing certainly weren’t helping. His black tie fell over her body, landing in between her breasts and his flushed chest pressed against her as their bodies mingled together.

“Fuck, these trousers are so tight,” he whined as YN’s lips traced his jawline, biting his skin.

“Oh, really?” she whispered in his ear, causing him to gulp in pleasure. YN disentangled their fingers and reached in between their bodies, palming his shaft through his trousers. “If you could look at yourself right now. All whiny and lost.”

She slowly pushed herself up on the mattress, her lips finding every sweet spot on Ben’s neck, his breathing uneven.

“Let me take these off?” she asked quietly, tugging at the waistband of his trousers, her eyes watching the outline of his dick in it. “Although you look delicious in them, I’d prefer your cock in my mouth.”

Ben’s breath hitched as he almost lost it. His eyes averted to YN’s hands in his lower body. “Fuck, you love dirty-talking, don’t you?”

“Does that make you feel aroused?” she smirked, pulling his shirt from inside his trousers and unbuttoning the latter, quickly pulling the zipper down.

After slowly pulling his pants as underwear off, Ben crawled to the bed once more, leaning his head against the headboard as his back crushed the soft pillows under his body. YN got on her knees and in between Ben’s legs, lips tracing a messy patch from his neck down to his stomach. As she did that, her hand wrapped around his hard and flushed cock, pumping him at an agonizingly slow pace. Ben’s blue and lust filled eyes watched YN intently, cursing under his breath. He still had his tie loose around his neck, with which YN didn’t waist time to play. His opened shirt fell idly against the mattress, the fabric still hugging his arms. YN licked at his tip, making Ben’s hips stutter in eagerness.

“So fucking eager,” she uttered, kissing his thighs and inching closer to his shaft.

YN, then, licked a long stripe from the base to the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum, soon wrapping her lips around it and slightly bobbing her head. Ben hissed at the gesture, the arousal at that sight made his body shiver.

“Oh, fuck, YN,” he mumbled, jerking his hips into her mouth.

“Are you cumming in my mouth already, Ben?” she teased. “I thought you’d last longer, you know?”

She took his cock inside her mouth again, hollowing her cheeks around it, causing Ben to close his eyes in pure bliss, so lost under her words and her delicate touch. He seemed to muster every single strength left in his body to not cum right them and there. YN kept pleasuring Ben until her jaw burned in pain, her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, where she couldn’t reach with her mouth.

Teasing at his tip, YN propped herself up, a single string of saliva connecting her lips to his hard dick when she sucked him for one last time. Pumping him, she sat on her knees, her other hand wrapped around his tie. She slowly pulled him in her direction, kissing his lips hungrily. Ben’s hands fiercely cupped her face as their tongues mingled and she hummed in appreciation.

Soon, Ben had her trapped under his body as she pulled at the delicate fabric of his shirt, finally getting rid of the remaining pieces of cloth on his body. Propping himself on his elbows, he pressed his body against YN’s, reaching for her hands once again and intertwining their fingers. She bit her lips at the sight of his cock brushing against her entrance.

“Please, don’t tease me,” she begged, Ben laughed lovingly at her words.

“You’re lucky tonight,” he answered, searching for the same passion in her eyes. Apart from all the lust and roughness of the moment, it was still an intimate one.

He pushed himself inside of her in a slow motion, letting her adjust to his size stretching her walls. She closed her eyes and sighed as a sharp wave of pain quickly ran through her body. His lips met her shoulder blades, kissing her skin, tracing a patch to the junction between her shoulder and neck. Her fingers pressed against his ones fiercely.

“God, that’s heavenly good,” she murmured, opening her eyes to meet Ben’s. He smiled and slammed his cock harder inside of her, moans erupting from his parted lips, as a satisfied smile found its way on her face.

“All lost in pleasure, aren’t we?” he gnawed at his lips, preventing curses from escaping them. She hummed in appreciation, spreading her legs wider while chasing her orgasm.

Her hips jerked, meeting with his thrusts as Ben hit the same pleasurable spot over and over again, pouring deep into her. Their moans were loud and filthy as their breaths ran short and their orgasms approached. Ben quickly disentangled his fingers from hers and sat up on the bed, pulling at YN’s hips, the pleasure was almost unbearable.

“Ben!” YN shouted when his fingers met her clit, rubbing them at a fast pace continuously and vigorously. “Ben, oh, shit. Shit. It feels so… Good….”

“Y-Yeah?” his asked breathless, face flushed as his other hand dig on her skin. Her walls repetitively clenched around his shaft, which had him silent crying out in pleasure.

At that sight, her orgasm exploded through her body, making her arch back and her yes close shut as she moaned and whimpered Ben’s name and incomprehensible curses fell from her lips. Her breath was shallow as her nails dig on his waist and her hips jerked away from his touch. A few tears escaped from her eyes due to the intense pleasure running through her veins. Ben quickly pulled out of her, wrapping one of his hands around his cock and pumping it fast.

“Bloody hell,” he exhaled, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in pleasure. He felt his hips stuttering and growing weaker as he chased his orgasm. He felt he would pass out as his muscles burned in pain. YN pulled herself up, sitting on the bed, legs still spread open in front of Ben as she caught her breath. She reached for his cock, wrapping one of her hands around its tip and letting the fast moves of his hand to collide with hers kept still, teasing his tip. He was soon cumming over the sheets, as his lips fell open in a silent and long moan. Sweat glistened on his forehead. His lips jerked violently at the oversensitivity as he rode out his orgasm, slowly opening his eyes.

He laughed slightly, quite relieved, and leaned against her lips. “Can we go to ceremonies more often so that you can get all turned on over my suit?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, cheeks burning in a slight shade of red.

[queenmaracasandlove]

Love Of My Life Series - Ben Hardy x F!Reader - How They Met

Word Count: 4500

Summary: Y/N works in her local hotel when a film crew arrived to stay there, making her take a break from her book. 

Warnings: Mention of break up and layoff.

A/N: The ‘Love Of My Life Series’ will be a series of short One Shots featuring members of the BohRhap Cast x Reader. Although you will be able to read them indepedently, they will all follow the ‘same couple’ if that makes sense. I got a little carried away with this one... Sorry !

MASTERLIST

gif found on @rogermeddow​ ‘s blog

Y/N was not really happy to be working in that hotel, it was not exactly how she had planned her summer. She was supposed to be in Ibiza with her now ex-boyfriend. To be honest she did not even want to go to Ibiza in the first place. She was dreaming of much simpler thing, a road trip in Ireland. But now she was stuck in her hometown, working for the local hotel while Jack was enjoying the trip she had paid for. 

Everyone around her was filled with excitement and all the town was talking about was how a big hollywoodian production was going to be filmed in their modest village. But Y/N was absolutely not thrilled. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, some time to figure out her life and move on to the next chapter. Working in the hotel used to be her summer job when she was younger, she worked there during holidays and whenever she could and was needed from her sixteenth until she eventually finished her studies and found a suitable job. 

She had lost everything in the last few months. First her job, the small company for which she was working faced bankruptcy and only a few weeks after she found out her boyfriend of two years was cheating on her. She had tried to stay in the big city but without an income and with the pain, she had agreed to go back to her parents’ house, at least for the summer.

She thought she would be able to do as she used to, work without really working. Saying hi to the old couples who were used to stay here every summer, greet the new customers here and there, help with cleaning the rooms when there were more than 10 rooms occupied (the hotel only had 24) and spend most of her times reading books behind the reception desk. But now she would have to deal with a full hotel and help with the restaurant during the week-ends. More money but more trouble. 

The crew was supposed to arrive today. Rumours were saying that the biggest stars would stay in the hotel as they would feel close by and the rest of the crew - number of rooms being quite insufficient - would stay in the nearest bigger town. Y/N was not really in the mood for divas and their demands. As much as she pretended like she did not care, she had taken a few extra minutes to get ready on that morning. 

She was so deep into her reading that she did not hear the footsteps in the lobby. Her feet were on the desk and the bookmark between her teeth as her eyes were rapidly going from one word to the next one. 

‘Excuse me’ a voice echoed in the room

Taken by surprise, Y/N almost lost her balance on her desk chair. A blond man was standing in front her. He looked amused and uncomfortable at the same time. Y/N almost cursed but knew how to remain -at least when not taken by surprise- professional. 

‘Welcome to the Katherine’s’ she greeted him with a smile ‘What can I do for you?’

‘I’m… Well I’m Ben Hardy. I’m working on a film and…’

‘Oh yes. Absolutely.’

Still smiling, she looked at the computer. This thing was so old she thought, the owners -Katherine and Georges- were nice and their hotel was enough for its regular customers but some things deserved to be updated. Thankfully, she had managed to convince them to invest in better WiFi coverage. He had looked surprised that she did not who he was. But Y/N was not a big cinema fan, she preferred her books and did not care if it had hurt the blond man’s feelings. 

‘Indeed’ she said, spotting his name ‘Room 13’

The rest of the exchange was quick and polite. Y/N kept smiling as she gave all the necessary information and Ben walked towards his room as the next customer was entering the hotel. People kept coming in all morning and Y/N completely forgot about the blond man. 

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Everything had been so crazy for the past few days that Y/N barely had any time for herself. She was used to work without really working but now there was an uninterrupted stream of people coming in and out of the lobby. Everybody seemed very busy but to her greatest surprise, most of the crew was also extremely polite, some of them even remembered her name. Still, she was so happy when she heard they all went early when she arrived on that morning. Apparently they needed the morning light for a scene -Katherine was aware of every little detail- and would not come back before the afternoon.

Y/N finally had some time and enjoyed the warm sun on the back terrace, a book on her knees. This new book was not very long and if it was interesting enough, she hoped to finish it before having to go back behind her desk. And indeed it was gripping, so much so that when she finally looked up -the need to go to the toilets being too strong now- her heart skipped a beat upon noticing another person on the terrace. 

It was the blond guy, the first member of the team she had checked in. He pinched his lips seeing her almost falling but she knew he wanted to laugh. She wanted to hide away but she suddenly panicked. What time was it? Had everybody come back already? Did he need anything? It would not be the first time that she would not be behind the desk because she was hiding up here but Katherine probably would not be that understanding this time. She looked at her watch but it had only been forty-five minutes since she had come here and it was only quarter to eleven.

‘I am so sorry’ they both said at the same time

He scratched his head as she played with her bracelet. She was so surprised by him apologizing that she did not know what to say. 

‘I didn’t want to disturb you’ he went on

‘What? No… I thought that nobody was around. I am sorry. Do you need anything?’

‘It’s fine. I wasn’t needed this morning so I stayed in bed quite late. I just wanted to enjoy the sun.’ he smiled

He did not seem upset. Y/N did not move although she wanted to run back behind her cherished desk and pretend to work as if she did not want to hide away for the rest of her life. But it was as if she was hypnotized by the man. She properly looked at him this time, his broad shoulders, his luscious lips and his mesmerizing eyes. For what seemed to last much longer than reality they both looked at each other, without a word being said. It seemed like the sun had warmed their skin all of a sudden, or maybe was it something else. 

‘I…’ she hesitated ‘I should go back inside. If you need anything, please ask’

‘What’s your name?’ he asked

‘Y/N’ she smiled ‘Enjoy the sun’

She almost asked for his name, but before doing so she was hiding behind the curtain of the lobby, her hand over her mouth to hide a smile. She went to sit but was unable to focus on anything for a while, this encounter had got her completely unsettled. She eventually decided to do some work and overlooked the planning of the week. Once it was done she almost hesitated as her hand was reaching for her book but as she was doing so, she saw the man coming back inside. 

‘Mr. Hardy, can I do anything for you?’ she asked as he approached

To be perfectly honest she had checked his name on the registers when he had come back inside, remembering that he was in room 13, one of the best ones. 

‘I was just heading back to my room’ he politely said

‘Of course, yes’ 

‘Is it interesting?’ he asked’

‘Excuse-me?’ she frowned, unsure of what he was talking about

‘The book you’re reading’

‘Oh, it’s alright’ she smiled

‘What is it about?’ he asked, looking truly interested

‘Well’ she started, surprised ‘It’s about two children who are sent to Australia in the 1930s’

It looked as if he was going to say something but his phone started ringing in his pocket. He apologised and answered the call. Y/N looked back to her computer, heat rushing through her body. She could not remember the last time someone had asked her about what she was reading. Usually people did not mention it or told her that she should live in the real world and not in between pages. But when she was reading outside he had just sat, making no noise and truly seemed saddened by the idea that maybe he had interrupted her in her activity. She tried not to listen to the conversation he was having on the phone and he left the hotel before even hanging up and she saw him getting in a car. 

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The blond guy did not reappear before the end of YN’s shift that day. She tried to no think about it too much but she found herself eavesdropping as she was shopping in the local supermarket. People were talking about the film and for the first time she was interested in what was said. Apparently the actors where quite famous and they had been seen in the village this week, an information that was not particularly interesting to Y/N. She didn't even know what the film was about. She sighed and after paying started heading home. She wanted to pay a visit to the local charity shop before going home for good. She had finished her book as planned and wanted to see if they had received anything interesting. There was something about second hand books that she loved. The idea that this object already had one, even several lives maybe, that this story was being shared. She always looked for traces of the past owners, dog-eared page -although she hated doing this herself-, spilled tea or coffee, forgotten bookmarks, sand -she always imagined these books being carried around during someone’s holiday, most probably unfinished and sometimes, dried teardrops marks. 

The shop was quite small but she knew it so well, most of her purchases in her younger years had been made here. She was greeted by one of the volunteers and made her way towards the books. There were often some recommendations from the people giving their time to the shop but Y/N rarely paid attention to those. Still, one of them intrigued her ‘the book that is being turned into a film in our own little parish’. She raised her eyebrows and picked the book. She knew the name of the author but she had never heard about this particular book, which surprised her. Without thinking she walked towards the cash desk and paid for the item.

Y/N walked back home, thinking about the book. She had not read the summary. It was one of her habit. If she knew she wanted to read the book even though she did not know much about it, she wanted to discover it from with as little information as possible. She kissed her mother’s cheek as she put the groceries away in the kitchen before going to her room. Y/N played with her fingers for a bit, her mouth twisted. She was now thinking about the client from the hotel. She wondered what he was doing in the film. At first she thought that maybe he was part of the production team but she could not forget his charisma. There was something that emerged from him, and his face was so perfectly made, like a greek statue. Y/N concluded that he was most probably an actor. After debating with herself she finally decided not to look at his name on the internet. If she had a chance to, she wanted to discover him without summary, they rarely did justice to the real work. 

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Y/N had her head in the clouds as she was helping with breakfast on the following morning. This was mainly due to the fact that she had spent the night reading. She had not been able to finish her latest purchase, the book was quite long and she knew she had to work on the next day. She was now obsessed with the idea of finishing the novel. Working at the reception desk was one thing but she had never been very talented with the position of waitress. Usually the little restaurant managed by the hotel owners was only opened in the evening but the film crew had requested catering for breakfast. 

‘Y/N !’ someone called her ‘Order for table 4’

‘Sorry chef, on my way’ she said, grabbing the two plates

She managed to bring them to the table without spilling anything and although she thought it was almost time to close the kitchen, she saw two people walking in, Ben Hardy and a woman. She recognised the woman immediately, she was a well-known actress. She was so bad with actors but her ex could not stop talking about her and now she understood why. She was absolutely stunning. Maybe it was an actor thing, she thought, but her too had this kind of aura around her. She shook her head and moved towards the table. 

‘Good Morning’ she said ‘ What can I do for you?’

‘Obviously same thing as usual, your cook should have my dietary requests by now’ the actress sharply said

Y/N tried not to look too surprised by the remark but she had to prevent herself from saying anything that could get her in trouble. 

‘Of course. I am sorry.’ she tried with a crooked smile ‘Sir?’

She looked at Ben, ready to hear something similar but she perceived a saddened look in his eyes.

‘Scrambled eggs please, with coffee. Thank you very much’

‘My pleasure. I will be back with your orders’

‘Make it quick please. I have to be with hair and makeup in 45’ the actress added

Y/N pinched her lips, preferring not to say anything as she could hear another nasty comment behind her ‘I hate this hotel. I am used to a lot better’. Y/N was now too far to hear what Ben said to her but she imagined that he was agreeing. When she explained what had just happened to the kitchen crew they all laughed. Apparently it was not the first time that she was acting like a diva. Y/N knew nothing about it because she had managed to get Katherine’s personal phone number and only referred to her. There was nobody else in the restaurant anymore and Y/N waited for the order, chatting with her colleagues. She suddenly realised that she had missed quite a bit of drama as she had been determined not to care about what was going on. 

One of the cook, Kevin, was telling her everything he had heard since the film crew had arrived, and there was much to say. Y/N knew the man as they had grew up together, or at least in the same area. She was one year younger than him which meant that they had never been together at school but the village was small enough that they spent some time together. They had started their work in the same summer, but Kevin had never left the kitchen and he seemed to be perfectly happy like this. Y/N was almost sad to see that the order was now ready in front of her. This meant she would not here the end of Kevin’s story and she would have to face the diva once again. She sighed before carrying both to the designated table. 

‘And here you are’ she said with a big professional smile ‘Sorry again for the misunderstanding. Enjoy’

‘Thank you’ Ben said

Y/N had to wait until they finished to get rid of the dishes and she would finally be freed from waitressing duty. She went to a corner of the room, as far as she could to be able to see them and be ready to help if needed without bothering the actors. As she tried to occupy her mind, Kevin’s head appeared and looked at her ‘Hey Wormy, come back when you’re down. I’m making you some special pancakes’. Y/N immediately waved him away before hiding her face inside her hand. She looked at the occupied table to apologize but the woman was already going out, her phone going to her ear. Ben seemed to have finished so she went to clear the table. 

‘I am so sorry’ they both said at the same time

They both laughed a little, it was the second time that it was happening to them. But although Y/N was curious to know why the gentleman was apologizing for, she did not dare to ask. 

‘I am sorry for my friend’s intervention.’ she started

‘Nothing to worry about’ he smiled before changing attitude ‘I am sorry for her attitude’ he added waving at the empty chair ‘It’s just…’

‘It’s nothing’ Y/N said ‘I should have checked. It won’t happen again sir’

‘Please, call me Ben. You don’t have to apologize Y/N, really. So your...’

And before he could add anything, a man came inside the room and asked for Ben to hurry as he was expected to be going on the filming site. Y/N was disappointed without really knowing why. 

‘Have a nice day’ 

‘Enjoy your pancakes’ he waved

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Y/N indeed enjoyed the pancakes in the kitchen with Kevin when all she could think about was the actor. He had remembered her name she thought, it was not unusual that regular customers did but they had only talked three times. A few days had passed and their paths had only crossed twice, never long enough so that they could exchange more than just the usual greetings. Once a week, Y/N had a night shift. She did not mind, it was usually her easiest moment as it was rare to see any clients. 

She was reading the same book for the second time. The ending had surprised her so much that she wanted to read it again, paying attention to any details that could have helped her foreseeing the unexpected ending. Suddenly, she heard some footsteps in the stairs and put her book down. Y/N immediately recognised the guest.

‘Ben. May I help you’ she asked

‘Good evening Y/N. Not really, I just wanted to enjoy some fresh air.’

‘Of course. I’m sorry I have closed the door but I’ll open it for you’

‘Oh non don’t worry. I did not know it was closed’

‘It’s not usually.. It’s just, well I’m alone and it’s quite late so I thought’

‘Naturally’ 

He sounded like he truly understood and patiently waited as she grabbed the keys behind the desk and went to open the double doors. The air was fresh but not cold and Y/N embraced it, closing her eyes for a second. Ben was patiently waiting behind her and she moved on the side to let him out. She stayed against the frame, watching the stars. Ben had fetched his cigarettes in his pocket and lit one before looking at her. 

‘Are you waiting for me?’ he asked

‘No. Sorry I did not want to stay. Please, take as much time as you need’ she answered, ready to go back inside

‘Do you have much to do?’ he sounded like he wanted her to stay

‘No, not really. Nights are rather quite’ she admitted

‘Were you reading?’ he enquired

‘Well, yes’

He looked absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight. They were lucky enough that it was a full moon so that did not need any artificial light. His blond hair looked like silver and as he was drawing on his cigarette, a red light reflected in his beautiful eyes. The shivers that were running down her skin, Y/N had not felt them for a very long time, even when she was with Jack. She could barely remember when her ex-boyfriend had made her feel like this. It was stupid she thought. He was just a customer and probably felt sorry that she had to spend the night alone. 

‘Is it the same book as last time? The one about Australia?’

The fact that he remembered what the book was about warmed her heart a little more and she decided to join him, going completely outside. 

‘No in fact… It’s… It’s the book that your film is adapted from’

‘Oh, interesting. What do you think?’

‘It is an amazing story. To be honest I had not read a book that surprised me this much for a while. The style is very peculiar, but I like it. At first the rhythm was a little slow but it really helps you get into the story. The characters are well developed and you never feel like the author is saying too much or not enough. And the subplot is so intelligent and yet, so well balanced. I am reading it for the second time because I read it so fast the first time I wanted to enjoy it again’

She finished talking and suddenly realised that she had got carried away, as she always did when she was talking about a book that she liked. But he was not looking at his phone or staring at her as if she was crazy. She was used to it, especially with Jack. But he was smiling timidly.

‘I am glad you liked it. To be honest when I read the script I immediately bought the book. I really wanted to be part of the project’

‘Is it as good? I mean, I don’t know much about cinema but… I feel like it could make a good film’

‘I hope it will. But I think so’

And they started talking about the project. He told her about the film, how they changed a few things. The author was no longer alive but they had asked for advice on the adaptation. In fact, it was the first time he was part of the production of a film, he truly believed in it. She felt at ease with him, he acted so so warmly. They both sat one next to each other, facing the moon. It happened naturally, neither of them wanted to go back inside, or at least put an end to this intimate moment. 

‘I just…’ she started ‘I just feel it is weird that hum… the actress that you had breakfast with is playing the main role. She just seems… A lot more confident than the character.’

Ben laughed, but not to make fun of her. He appreciated her candour.

‘You know that our job is to play different character Y/N? And… even though she can be… well let’s say she can be a lot. She is an amazing actress.’

‘Sorry’ she quickly said ‘I didn’t want to be mean. And I don’t really think you look as mad as your character’ she joked

‘Enough about this film and me. Tell me about you’

‘There is not much to say’ she looked at him, disconcerted

‘Do you live here?’ he asked, brushing away her remark

‘Yes, no… Well. I used to live in London but… Life happened.’ her voice suddenly lower

‘I’m sorry’ he apologised ‘I didn’t want to make you feel bad.’

‘It’s alright. It’s just so cliché that’s it’s laughable. I lost what was the closest thing the job of my dream, was cheated on by a stupid guy that never really loved me and now I’m back in the little village, living with mom and dad. Pathetic’ she sighed

He looked at her, not with pity in his eyes but with true sadness. 

‘It’s not pathetic’ he assured ‘I am sorry it happened to you. But you don’t give the impression to be someone who give up that easily.’

‘Thank you’ she simply replied, grateful that he sounded sincere

‘What is your dream job?’

‘I want to be a book publisher. I mean… I was working in a very small publishing house but it was great. Unfortunately they bet a lot of money of dreadful book and… they had to put an end to the story’

He kept asking questions about it. On the one hand he was not surprised to see that her life revolved around books and she could not help but smile seeing that he found it remarkable rather than sad. She asked him about his work. On the other hand he was surprised that she did not know who he was, but not in a bad way. So he told him about his career, how he was not seeing himself becoming an actor but how life found a way. 

‘Of course you were in EastEnders’ she exclaimed ‘My nan love this show, I was sure I saw you somewhere’ 

He laughed. She was so spontaneous. He was glad she had left her ‘professional’ attitude at the door. They kept talking, on and on. And then the sun started to rise and they realised that they might have been talking for a little bit too long. She apologized profusely. 

‘It’s fine’ he said ‘It was probably going to be a sleepless night anyway. I am glad I spent it with you’

‘What do you mean?’

She thought she might have crossed a line but they had spent an entire night talking after all.

‘Acting can be quite a lonely life’ he simply replied ‘And sometimes loneliness is a lot’

‘Loneliness is a bitch’

He smirked. They looked at each other and they saw, that they both knew what they were talking about. How hard it was not to have someone to talk to. Not a friend, no. Someone special, someone who cared. Someone who listened carefully and held you in their arms. For a few seconds they stayed like this, wondering if they should make a move. But they exhausted and it had been a long night. Still, Ben came closer to her and once hugged her. She let her face rest on his muscular torso as she enjoyed the embrace. They parted and smiled. 

He eventually made his way towards the stairs, wishing a good night, or a good day, he was not too sure anymore. Y/N went back to close the door, taking a deep breathe of fresh her before doing so. For the first time in a while she felt like the outside world was more exciting than what she could read in her books.

[yelenasdog]

bonnie and clyde (billy/4 x fem reader)

genre: angst

summary: there were five people at the funeral of billy jones. why did two, more specifically one, of them leave?

words: 1.3k

warnings: just vv sad my guy. literally no fluff i hate it here </3 mentions of death, billy’s funeral, and crying.

a/n: yo so idk if billy’s last name is jones but i saw someone on here refer to him as billy jones and i think it’s just bc of ben’s last name but anyway LMFAO. i for some reason couldn’t stop thinking abt this and so i wrote it (as one does fkefnkerjn). also y/n was not used so if u wanted to read this as an x another character or x an oc it would work as well. enjoy :)

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There were five people at the funeral of Billy Jones.

This was common knowledge who would listen long enough to hear the vigilante talk about the experience he had only seen from afar, his own heart growing tender during, or at any mention of, the moment.

But Billy always failed to explain the situation with a full grip, to its entire truth. As to why, most anyone could figure out.

He was afraid.

Afraid of getting her hurt, afraid of thinking of her for just a moment too long, afraid of his impulse driving him to get his ass right back up and go say he still loved her.

Four was afraid of a plethora of horrible scenarios that could occur if he let the truth about his funeral slide to anyone except One (which was bad enough that he had to know by default as it was).

And the irony of it all, was how miniscule and ineffective something like who had left his funeral early and as to why, would be to anyone else on the team.

Sure they all had their secrets that would seep into the pool that was their little family, Three’s mother, One’s lover, Two and Three’s infatuation with each other (though, that one wasn’t really a secret).

Not to mention, Four despised painting her in a bad light, allowing others to think for a fraction of a second that she didn’t leave because her already frail heart couldn’t handle to see her beloved’s name etched onto a gray stone in a patchy field of a horrible green, couldn’t handle the idea that their Bonnie and Clyde reminiscent days (minus the killing of 13 people, that is) had come to an end.

There were two people at the funeral of Billy Jones who left early.

The first? An old friend from his hometown.

He was a wealthy businessman now, having abandoned the life of pretty crime and rush of his youth. He showed up to Four’s not-so-celebration of life in an ashen tux with an obsidian tie and shiny oxfords, and barely a minute into the service he had begun checking his shiny Rolex, probably counting down the seconds until he would be considered late to some important meeting for whatever corporate hoax he was a part of to be able to stay afloat. How ironic.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

The sound was like nails on a chalkboard to her, while the action itself felt like somewhat of a betrayal, even though Billy and the businessman hadn’t talked in years. It was a kind enough gesture that he had even come to begin with.

But she didn’t care.

Because before the service had even started, salty droplets were rolling down her reddened cheeks, dampening her hoodie, his hoodie, that she had coiled so tightly around herself and her limbs, almost like a corset.

So when the businessman turned to go after what could maybe have been a measly few minutes, she could barely control her anger.

But she did, for Billy. She sucked it up and stayed put, keeping her eyes trained to his mother who was now speaking, her striking emerald eyes also obviously wet. But in reality, Billy had wanted his former lover to turn around and smack that prick square in the face.

But then 4 took some time and realized that if it were the other way around and she had been dead, he could conjure in his mind how distressed he would be to where he would prefer to focus on wallowing in his sadness for her and her only, not be consumed by anger for some random fellow.

Billy truly wanted to leave One where he stood, wanted to run to where her shaking was escalating from ever so slightly to violently as could be, wrapping her in his strong arms she already missed. The strong arms that she believed should have kept him safe when he was dangling from that damned building with that damned necklace in his mouth.

The image could have been some renaissance painting with how beautiful he looked, even then, on the brink of what the world would know as the death of Billy Jones.

In fact, most of Billy’s and the girl’s adventures could be different renaissance paintings. Alive and free, bursting with vibrant colors and emotions that weren’t able to be captured with words, so rather, they were thrown on a canvas in what was somehow a meticulously put together flurry.

On that rainy day, the weather so fitting to what she had been feeling, she wished for nothing more than to somehow place herself back into those non-existent paintings, to even for a fraction of a second bask in his never ending love like some sort of oasis.

She wanted to run her fingers through his golden curls one last time, kiss his forehead goodnight one last time, to tell him she loved him more than anything in this universe, one last time.

But she didn’t, and she wouldn’t ever get to.

And her one final chance to say what she wanted him to hear, she had missed out on, as that’s when she had left.

It was long after the uptight man in the fitted suit, long after his crying mother had gone from where she was speaking up front, back to the shadows of her baby’s grim event that she should never have had been alive to see.

She had managed to drag herself halfway up to where his casket was sitting just above the ground, trying to not look at the box a second too long.

Rather, she pretended there was a pair of rose colored glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, helping her pretend that this was all some big misunderstanding, that Billy was just pulling one of his infamous pranks.

He would pop out from behind the tent covering the few who stood with their feet shifting on the damp soil, or perhaps from the headstone of his very own grave. She would gasp or shriek and then smack his arm, lecturing him as he grabbed his chest, doubling over in laughter, the sound like music to her ears.

God, what she would do to hear that sound one more time.

Nevertheless, in the end he would stand up, and wipe her tears from her sweet face, pressing gentle kisses on either of her cheeks to rid her of that pout he hated to admit he loved. She would crack a small smile and he would punch a celebratory fist in the air at the gesture, leaving her to only shake her head at his antics. He would sling an arm around her shoulders, nustling close to her as they would exit the graveyard, never coming back until the inevitable day they both had lived their happiest and fullest lives together.

He would say “You know you love me.” And without a doubt, every time, she would say “Yeah, I do.”

But not this time.

This time, she would let her eyes wander to a tall tree just over the hill, slimming her puffy eyes. She rubbed them and did a double take, and swore that for a moment she had seen what looked like his figure next to one of someone she had never seen before.

And that’s when she left.

She let out an ugly sob, running as fast as her feet could take her to wherever that wasn’t there, the sound of her shoes against the cold ground muted, but the sound of her uneven breathing was anything but.

As for all she knew, it was her mind playing a cruel, cruel, trick on her. Or even her mind trying to give her some sort of closure to move on.

Whatever it was, though, was simply too much for her to process, too much to handle. So she had left, given up on what she didn’t know was her only chance to give a proper goodbye.

“You think she saw you?”

“I hope so.”

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we vibing w this?? i hope so hehe. WAIT PUN NOT INTENDED LMFAO I DID THAT PERIODT! anyway, have a wonderful day/night, and go drink water and eat protein, it’s all abt intention!! i love u! also if u have any questions abt this fic pls do lmk bc ik some of it was kinda weird! 

p.s., pls pls pls reblog this! this is my first ben related fic and ik when it’s ur first fic for a fandom they can flop so it would be very cool if y’all could help me out a lil bit :) either way ily, thank u! kk bye

xx hj

[youre-in-the-psycho-circus]

Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy | 3 | Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Warnings: So much fluff you might choke, bit of touching

Word Count: 3,800 exactly

Summary: Ben is a bit distraught from his many failed attempts at a long term relationship, so when a pair of girls at pub catches both his and Joe’s eyes, this girl might be just what this good old-fashioned lover boy needs to get back on his feet

Masterlist

Taglist: @johnricharddeacy ​ @cjand10​ @tanyaherondale​ @xlostinobsessionsx​(Tag List Request form HERE)

PART 1 | PART 2

Despite the bitterly cold nip in the air, Ben and (Y/N) slowly walked down the street in the general direction of his flat. Neither of the pair were too sure why they were taking their time, perhaps they were nervous for what might happen when they finally reached the blond actor’s home. It’s not that they wouldn’t sleep with each other if the right opportunity presented itself, it was the in between time that worried them most. As they had both proven to themselves and each other so far that evening, neither of them were very good at small talk just to keep from slipping into awkward silences, void of hope and an overwhelming amount of wishing to be any other place than there in that current moment. The actor looked over to the girl next to him, her (h/c) locks flew back gently in the light breeze that danced its way down the street. Her mesmerising (e/c) irises watered very slightly from the bitterness of the chill in the air, but even still, she looked absolutely breath taking, especially when she turned slightly to look at her, a sweet smile spreading across her lips. “What?” She asked playfully as they stopped as they went down into the Oxford Street underground stop.

Ben smiled and shook his head. “Nothing...it’s just…” He let out a sigh. “You just look so beautiful.” He admitted which spawned a heavy tint of blush to cover her cheeks. “And even more so now.” He smirked gently bumping shoulders with her. Reaching his stop, Ben led (Y/N) down the streets of London to his flat nearby. He paused as he was about to place his keys in the lock. “Just a word of warning about Frankie. She can be a little...boisterous when I get home.” He chuckled.

“Love in its purest form.” (Y/N) giggled softly making the actor smile brightly at her.

As Ben put his keys in the lock, (Y/N) could immediately hear the sounds of claws scraping across the hardwood floor as little paws tried to gain enough traction to run to the door, accompanied by the excited yips and yowls from the beagle inside. Ben carefully pushed open the door so Frankie wouldn’t get out as she tried to shove herself through the crack in the doorway to greet her best friend. “Hi Frankster.” He cheered. “Alright, alright, come on back inside.” He tried to calm her as he pushed his way back into the flat, (Y/N) following close behind. As Frankie refused to calm down, Ben’s voice got a little more authoritative. “Frankie, sit.” He commanded. (Y/N) shuttered ever so slightly at the sound of him, she’d be lying if she wasn’t a bit turned on by the authority in his voice. She’d surely get on her knees right now if he asked her to like that. Frankie sat herself down as told, body wiggling with excitement as Ben crouched down to pet her. She whimpered happily as she pawed and licked at his hand. “I know, Franks, I know, but we’ve got a guest, we have to make a good impression.” Ben chuckled as he looked back at (Y/N) with a wide smile. “Come say hi, she won’t bite. Promise.”

(Y/N) slowly walked up before crouching down next to the blond actor, so as not to scare the beagle. “What did you say her name was?” (Y/N) asked as she slowly stuck her hand out allowing the Beagle to sniff at her hand.

“Frankie.” Ben smiled. Frankie, hearing her name, barked in response, startling the girl, making her pull her hand away rather quickly. Ben chuckled ever so slightly. “She can get a bit noisy, that’s just her ‘hi’ bark. It’s alright.” Ben spoke softly and calmly as he gently took her hand. Ben’s heartbeat sped up ever so slightly as a small spark ignited as their skin made contact with each other. His eyes quickly flicked up to meet (Y/N)’s sparkling (e/c) irises. He wondered if she had felt it too or if he was simply imagining things. Slowly he brought their hands back toward the beagle’s nose allowing her to sniff her hand. “Frankie, this is (Y/N), she’s our friend.” Frankie’s nose cautiously sniffed at the newcomer before she started to lick her hand, making (Y/N) laugh as she pulled her hand out of Ben’s to pet her properly. Frankie nuzzled her hand into (Y/N)’s hand before standing up walking up to her before jumping up to lick her face. Ben was initially going to scold Frankie, but the second he saw (Y/N)’s face light up with joy as she laughed at the love and affection the dog was showing her, he couldn’t feel any more joy than he did in that moment. His face lit up at the sight. The actor stood walking to the hooks on the wall before grabbing Frankie’s lead. “She must really like you; I don’t think I’ve ever seen her take to someone new so quickly like that.” He smiled as he walked back up next to her, smiling down at the sight of them. It was so innocent and pure, and somehow it made (Y/N) all the more fuckable in his mind. He most definitely wasn’t going to force her into anything that she wasn’t comfortable with, but it really made her all the more attractive to him. “I’m going to take her out really quick to do her business. While I’m gone, just make yourself at home. Living room’s right through there.” He pointed in the direction of a doorway as he pulled Frankie off of the female before hooking her up to her lead.

“Don’t be long.” She winked at the blond making him smirk before he left with the beagle.

(Y/N) took off her coat and shoes, storing them where Ben kept his things before walking into the living room. It was a nice space with navy walls, mahogany finishes on the fireplace, and wood trimmings. He had an apothecary table that matched the wood finishing’s of the room sat atop an ornate rug in front of a dark coloured leather couch. A matching armchair sat not too far away. He also had a rather large flatscreen that hung above the fireplace with a few video game consoles sat on the mantle. Off to the side behind the couch was a glass table with two chairs that he probably used as his dining table. Frankie’s bed and wicker basket of various soft toys and bones sat near the radiator under the window that had a nice view of Primrose Hill. There was a suitcase in the corner of the room she could only assume belonged to Joe along with some extra bed linens and pillows that he was probably going to use had he been spending the night here at Ben’s flat instead of her own.

What really caught her eye was the film poster that had been framed and hung on his wall in shades of violet. It was for Bohemian Rhapsody and had the four guys playing the members of Queen in profile. She had never gotten around to seeing the film, but she had really wanted to, she rather liked Queen. Each one of the guys had signed the poster except for the one who played Roger Taylor which she found a bit strange. Her eyes scanned over their faces, she recognised Gwilym Lee as Brian May from his appearances on Midsomer Murders and his latest series The Great. Then there was, of course Rami Malak who was just flat out incredible in any role he played from Ahkmenrah in Night at the Museum all the way to Safin in No Time to Die. But as her eyes scanned over to the actors who were playing Roger Taylor and John Deacon did her eyes practically pop from her skull. “Shit…” She breathed out as she walked closer to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. It was Ben and Joe on the poster. Her eyes scanned down to the names across the bottom: Rami Malak, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Joe Mazzello. “No way…” (Y/N) breathed out as her eyes looked back up at ‘Roger Taylor’. That was Ben alright, but why hadn’t he said something earlier. Then again, the more she thought about it, the more she began to figure that somebody in his position, because she doubted highly that this was his first film role, would want to keep a level of animosity when he was able to.

(Y/N) looked up hearing the door open. Frankie scurried into the room and made a B-line directly toward (Y/N), jumping up on her legs to demand pets and scratches. (Y/N) smiled as she bent down to pet the beagle as she jumped up to kiss her face again. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest little girl? So full of love.” She praised the dog as Ben walked into the room, with a smile on his face, now rid of his windcheater and shoes. She looked up at Ben with a wide smile. “I think your dog has claimed me as hers from the evening.” She laughed as she scratched the beagle behind the ears.

Ben laughed. “Hey, I saw her first Franks.” He said as he walked over to the kitchen as he looked at her over the counter via the open floor plan. “Can I get you something to drink? Alcohol? A tea? Water?”

“Whatchya got in the way of alcohol?”

“Wine, whiskey, vodka, a couple of beers? What’s your poison of choice?”

“Wine would be grand.”

“Red or white?”

“I mean, I prefer Rose but if those are my options then Red.” She smiled at him as Frankie tried to knock her over. “Frankie!” She laughed.

Ben laughed as he poured them both a glass of Malbec. “Easy on her Franks, we’re trying to impress our guest. Not lick her to death.” He came over setting down one of the glasses on the end table before pushing Frankie off of (Y/N) before offering her a hand up. His heart pounded against his chest as he felt that spark of connection again between the two of them. He helped her to her feet before looking down at their hands intertwined with one another. It felt so small and soft in his rough calloused hands, but at the same time, it felt so perfect sitting in his own. His celadon gaze lifted up to her lovely (e/c) irises to find them looking at their hands. He felt his breath hitch ever so slightly in his throat in anticipation. Could she have felt it too? He cleared his throat before handing her the glass. “Here you are, one glass of Malbec.” He smiled sweetly.

“Thank you.” She nodded, taking a sip as he grabbed his own glass again. When Ben joined her again taking a sip of his own glass, she pointed at the Bohemian Rhapsody poster. “Is this you and Joe?” She asked, her eyes connecting with his trying to gage if she was getting a legitimate answer from her. Ben felt all the colour drain from his face as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to form a coherent sentence. She giggled softly. “I’m going to take your silence as a yes then.” She teased gently as she walked over to the couch sitting herself down.

Ben closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “I’m going to assume that you haven’t seen the film?” He asked as he walked over joining her on the couch.

(Y/N) shook her head as she held her glass between her hands. “No, I really wanted to, I just never got around to it, too busy with work. Anyway, that must’ve been cool, but I won’t bother you with questions about it.” She smiled at him.

Ben raised a brow, an inquisitive look on his features as he tilted his head to the side, a light smirk on his lips. “Really? Most people just bombard me with questions about the various projects I’ve worked on.”

She shook her head reaching out to place a hand on his knee. “I’m not most people, I’m (Y/N).” She smiled at him. Ben’s eyes flicked down to her hand before going back to her eyes, waiting for a further explanation. “Figure an actor’s life, especially one that’s in the public eye like you, might miss having that bit of animosity that the rest of us have. If you wanted me to know about it, you would’ve told me on your own. Point is, you probably don’t get many chances anymore to just be Ben. I don’t want to get to know Ben Hardy, because just Ben has been a pretty amazing guy so far.” She smiled at him. “I’d like to get to know him more.”

Ben was taken aback. It was such a breath of fresh air to meet someone who wanted to get to know Ben Jones and not Ben Hardy. It was such a rare occasion these days to meet someone who actively knew who he was and didn’t want to talk about everything else. “Wow…” He smiled. “I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve had an opportunity to just be Ben Jones…”

“Jones?” She asked tilting her head in confusion, she was sure the poster had said his surname was Hardy.

“My real surname. Hardy is my stage-name.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Ben Jones...I like that.” She smiled gently rubbing his knee.

Ben smirked as he placed his hand on hers, that familiar jolt passing through his hand to hers again. Judging by the way her breath hitched in her throat, the actor was fairly certain that she was feeling exactly what he had been feeling all this time. “You know…” He said as he placed his glass down on the apothecary table. “I’m surprised that a wonderful girl like you would even look twice at a lad like me.”

“Fishing for compliments there, Jones?” She asked with a giggle. “Because you don’t need to.”

“Just having you talk to me was the best compliment I could’ve received tonight.” He smirked softly, placing a hand on her knee, gently rubbing it with his thumb. She looked down with a heavy blush resting over her features. How could this man affect her this much with a simple look and single sentence. She was completely at his mercy, bending to his every whim, crumbling to pieces beneath his gaze. And Ben was fully aware of the effect he was having upon her. He smiled, the grin reaching up to his effervescent celadon gaze, as he reached out to cup her chin, gently tilting it upward to meet his. “God...how did a bloke like me get lucky enough to meet a woman like you…”

“Maybe it was destiny….” (Y/N) whispered softly, her (e/c) irises glinting with a mixture of shyness, playfulness but more importantly, lust. The actor felt his heart pound against his chest as she said that. All night their entire interaction had just felt so natural, and more importantly it just felt right. He couldn’t have asked for this evening to have gone any better than it had been so far. There was only one way it could be made better, and he was going to take his shot. He slowly the magnetic pull as they found themselves leaning toward one another as if someone else was pulling on their heartstrings. It was finally going to happen. They were finally going to find out if the fireworks were there when their lips connected. Just as he had gotten but a lips distance away, Frankie had trotted next to them, jumping up on the couch between them before slobbering kisses all over Ben’s face. The actor closed his eyes and scrunched up his face as his chin was covered in dog kisses. (Y/N) let out heart-warming laugh as she watched the scene unfold before her. “Awe, looks like someone’s jealous.”

“Frankie…” He grumbled with a chuckle under her breath as he pushed the beagle off of himself. She simply let out a yip before turning to (Y/N) doing the same to her. (Y/N) let out a flurry of laughter as she stroked Frankie’s back.

“Well, aren’t you just the romantic?” She laughed making Ben’s heart flutter in his chest. Nothing was more attractive than a girl his dog seemed to adore. “Bet you learned that from your dad.” She teased the actor gently winking at him as Frankie settled herself down in (Y/N)’s lap. Way to be a little cock-block, Franks. The thought to himself as he shook his head with a smirk, the beagle looking back at him with innocent eyes.

“Suppose I might’ve rubbed off on her a bit, haven’t I?” He laughed as he stood walking over to the cupboard above the stove pulling out a big dog biscuit. Normally he reserved these biscuits for after baths, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and large distractions. Frankie’s tail thumped against the couch; her ears perked up in anticipation as Ben walked over with the treat in hand. “See that Franks?” He waved it in front of her face. “Go get it.” He said as he threw it through the door into his study knowing fully well, she would settle herself down beneath his desk as she slowly chomped on her treat so nobody could try and steal it from her. “That should keep her busy for a bit.”

(Y/N) smiled softly as she ran her finger over the rim of her glass. “So if she learned from you, who did you learn from?”

“Oh well you know, I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of lover boys.” He winked cheekily.

“Sounds posh.” She laughed with a smirk. “Any chance you might be able to give me a lesson some time?”

Ben groaned internally, she had given him the perfect opportunity and quite frankly, he just couldn’t resist any longer. “I suppose I could show you a thing or two.” He smirked as he quickly took her glass from her, setting it down on the table next to his before pulling her into a kiss. A jolt of electricity passed between them as their lips finally connected for the first time that night. Ben sighed happily as he closed his eyes, deepening the kiss, fireworks igniting in his head at feel of her soft, flush lips upon his own. It had been everything he had been hoping for and more. (Y/N) let out a sigh of euphoria as she placed a hand on the back of Ben’s neck, playing with the baby hairs there while the other rested on his shoulder. That action sent a shiver of excitement running up the actor’s spine. They pulled apart only for air, immediately resting their foreheads on each other’s as the gazed blissfully into each other’s eyes. “How was that…?” He asked quietly.

She smiled softly gently pecking his lips a few times, only adding fuel to the fire that had been burning strong for the girl ever since the drink arrived at his and Joe’s table earlier in the evening, sending the campfire into a full-on forest fire that had no hope at being extinguished. “I think I need another…more intense lesson…”

Ben smirked softly pulling the girl to sit on his lap as he deepened the kiss, running a hand through her (h/l) (h/c) locks. One of his hands sat on her hip gently rubbing small circles with his thumb while the other rested on her cheek doing the same. After a few moments, he gently nipped at her lower lip, soliciting a soft moan from (Y/N) as she slowly shifted to straddle the actor, arms wrapping around his neck. Ben groaned, his hands flying to her hips, as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, leaving no corner untouched as he deepened the kiss, each one getting more and more ravenous and desperate to than the last. Slowly he started to guide her hips to rock against his as he pulled back, his kisses moving down her jaw to her neck. He gently kissed at her neck trying to find her sweet spot. The blond smirked against her tender flesh, knowing fully well that he had found it when she let out the most gorgeous noise that had ever had the pleasure of meeting his ears as she grinded into him just the slightest bit harder. “Ben…” She moaned which made the actor groan. Her voice moaning his name made the actor all the hungrier and more desperate for her as he pulled her down even closer to his body. Ben bit down on that spot, sucking at the flesh leaving a dark love bite, giving a spot a sweet tender kiss before repeating the process on the other side. One of his hands cautiously drifted upward, underneath the hem of her shirt to gently grip at her breast through her bra. “Ben…”

“God you’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned soliciting another moan from her as he continued to cover her neck in his marks. She moaned, her fingers threading their way into his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. “Tell me what you want, love.” He mumbled as his lips returned to hers, hungrily kissing her.

“I want you.” She mumbled against his lips. “I want all of you.”

Ben pulled back a moment with a mischievous look plastered to his features. “Well, aren’t you just a greedy little thing.” He teased as his hands returned to her legs, holding onto the girl as he stood up, walking them to his bedroom before laying her down on the bed. She laughed softly as he placed her down on the bed. “What’s so funny?” He smirked as he kissed her again.

“Nothing, you were right, your bed is more comfortable than the underground benches.” She giggled softly, her vivacious (e/c) orbs smiling up at him in the cutest yet irresistibly sexy way. That look alone made his trousers all the more uncomfortable as they got tighter.

He laughed, rolling his eyes at her as he played with the hem of her shirt. “Told you it would be.” The blond actor winked at her, placing another tender kiss to her lips, breaking away as he pulled her shirt up over her head before pulling off his own. “And it’s only going to get better.

“Serenade and gently play on my heartstrings, Ben.” She smiled as she pulled him down into another kiss, so he was on top of her, chest to chest as he resumed grinding his hips against hers.

“Just say the word your wish is my command.”

Part 4 (coming soon)

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A game of beer pong (Reader x Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee)

Authors note: This concept came to me watching a youtube video and i have not been able to stop thinking about it since. Taking matters into my own hands, here is a smutty fic about it. Sorry its without Rami. Also, english is not my first language so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. It has also been literally 7 years since i last wrote anything that wasnt for school. Smut is also not my strong suit. Sorry it sucks. I, however, once had a smutty one direction one shot series that had 50 K readers on onedirectionfancition.com woops thats embarrasing

Warning: SMUT, reader x Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee, some guy x guy action (blink and you miss it), drinking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

Word count: 4.2 K

Masterlist

Lounging on the sofa, your head in Joes lap and feet on Gwils, the night had taken a dull turn when someone had decided to put on a movie on Netflix. In fact, no one really paid attention to it, just mindlessly scrolling through their phones, occasionally showing each other funny pictures. Ben pulled out a rather unflattering picture of a woman clinging on to a pillow and said, “look this is Y/N right now”.

“Oh fuck off Hardy, you’re just jealous Joe is getting all the attention and not you”

“Maybe I’m more jealous that you’re the one getting to lay in his lap”, Ben teased back at you.

“I know you are”, you said cuddling further into Joes lap. His hand stroked you hair.

“Wow guys, there is more than enough of me to go around”, Joe laughed.

“Why am I always the one being left out of things like this”, Gwil said, faking being hurt as he clutched his chest over his heart.

The teasing continued back and forth, but eventually, it died down and the boys went back to their scrolling. You however, had had enough.

“Guys, let’s do something fun! It’s a Friday night and here we are, sober and almost falling asleep! You´re so boring” you said standing up.

“Well, what do you suggest, YN”, Gwil asked. You simply went over to the cupboard where you knew Joe kept his booze. After successfully finding a full bottle of vodka, you also pulled out a six-pack of beers from the fridge and some red cups from another cupboard.

“What are you even doing?”, Joe asked, stunned that you were raiding his flat like it was your own.

“Setting up beer pong, duh! Now, do you have any balls?”

“I´ll show you balls”, Ben snickered, earning a wicked grin and wink from you. Joe groaned but went to his spare bedroom, shortly emerging with a few table-tennis balls in his hands.

“Perfect! Now get up you guys! This will be fun I swear”, you beamed at their reluctant faces.

“Alright, what are the rules then YN” Gwil questioned, helping you set up two triangles of glasses.

“We will play in teams of two, and the aim is like always to get the ball into the opponents cup. If you do manage to get it into their cup, the person on the other team whose go is next, has to drink the contents of that cup” you started pouring beer into some cups, and vodka into others.

“After drinking, you have to do a dare set by the other team. If the person throwing misses the cup however, they have to answer a question from the other team”, you finished, going to stand on one side of the table. Ben immediately followed and stood next to you.

“I want to be on YNs team, you guys suck at beer pong” he laughed towards Joe and Gwil who went to stand on the opposite side.

“Your loss, YN” Joe smugly said.

The game started innocent, with Joe missing the first cup and had to answer who his celebrity crush was. Now, it was Bens turn. He missed by half an inch, earning a loud laugh from Gwil and Joe. Their question for Ben, however, had you gasping.

“Ok, this game is not going to be boring. Ben, where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex”, Joe said with a ´cool as a cat´ tone in his voice. Your eyes went wide, and you saw Ben shift uncomfortably next to you.

“Wow, okay, uhm.. I guess in a car. Im not that adventurous really”, he said, a blush creeping onto his gorgeous face. Both Gwil and Joe started singing “im in love with my car” on top of their lungs. Off key obviously. You on the other hand, felt a pit in your stomach. Of course, Ben was ridiculously hot, but you’ve never thought of him in that way. Until now. Fuck. You wanted him to fuck you in his car, slowly fogging up the windows. This was going to be a fun game, and damn you had every intention on getting them all flustered by the end of it.

Gwil was next, and the ball went straight into the cup like it was no biggie. The cup, of course, was one of the vodka ones. You whined but poured it down your throat, followed by a few coughs.

“What is the dare then”, you questioned already feeling the alcohol mix with your blood. Gwil turned to Joe and started whispering to him, a devilish smirk planted on their faces. Shit.

“We dare you to, in detail, act out your last wet dream”, Joe said eyeing you down. You could hardly believe your own ears. They wanted you to do what!?

“No way I’m doing that, that’s ridiculous”, you stated. How could you even begin to tell them that it included all of them, this table, and lots of orgasms.

“And besides, you won’t be able to contain yourself if I were to do it”

“Fine, but we need some sort of punishment if we don’t do the dares”, Ben stated. You all nodded.

“How about, we have to remove an article of clothing if we refuse”, you said, toying with the hem of your shirt. You could hear Ben doing a sharp intake of breath and muttering “bloody hell” under his breath. However, they all agreed saying it was a great idea, and you complied. Trying to not look like a dork while taking your pants off, you turned around and pulled them down your legs. When you finally turned around, which took like a year Gwil thought, you were met with three pairs of eyes studying you hungrily. Thank god you had put on a (slightly see through) lace set from fenty.

“Guys pick your jaws up of the floor! My turn”, you stated smugly. You were simply loving the effect you had on them, and boy were you only getting started.

Having played beer pong a fair few times, you hit the cup with ease. Joe groaned and downed the beer inside of it, before looking at you with a questioning look, waiting for his dare. Before you could even get a single word out, Ben blurted out:

“Suck a hickey onto YNs neck”. His eyes were dark as he looked between you and Joe. The latter looked like a deer caught in headlights, so you decided to make things easier for him and walked over to the other side of the table.

“Go on then, do your best”, you whispered in his ear and saw him visibly shiver before bringing his lips to your neck. The soft moans leaving your mouth as you tangled your hands in his hair had him feeling lightheaded. Gwil and Ben was watching with awe, uncomfortably shifting in their positions on either side of the table. This game had taken a turn which none of them had seen coming, but that they found themselves desperately wanting. Their pants growing tighter and tighter.  

Joes lips left your neck with a pop, and he studied his masterpiece with a smug look on his face. His confidence had suddenly shifted.

“My turn”, he whispered into your neck, this time you were the one shivering. He pulled apart from you and went to do his shot which he of course made.

The game went on for several rounds, leaving two cups left on Gwil and Joes side, and three left on yours and Bens side. The dares and questions were only getting more and more raunchy, hitting peak when you had to pretend to do oral on a cucumber. Gwil and Ben were stood only in their boxers after being too shy to answer some of you and Joes wild questions. However, you still had your t-shirt and underwear one, the same as Joe.

It was Gwils turn, and the ball went straight into the cup. His eyes were drilling holes into you as you finished the beer.

“I dare you to make out with me”, he said in a moment of bravery, surprising even himself. You did not need to be asked twice. He looked divine where he stood, only wearing boxers which left very little to the imagination. You walked over and put your arms around his neck before crashing your lips onto his. His tongue immediately swept over your lips asking for permission to enter, which you gladly granted. He pulled you close to your body and you could feel how hard he was against your stomach. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss and pressing yourself harder against him, earning a groan back. Ben and Joe looked at the two of you with lust in their eyes, their own boners feeling almost painful against their boxers.

After what felt like just a few seconds, you pulled away from Gwil and immediately went back to your spot to throw the ball. Acting like you weren’t even faced by the moment of intimacy a few seconds ago, you threw the ball straight into the cup. This time, Joe was the one receiving the dare.

“I dare you, Joe, to make out with Ben”, you said and placing a hand on Bens naked back. To your surprise, neither boys even though about it twice before crashing their lips against each other. As the kiss grew more heated, their dicks rubbing against each other slightly, you groaned. Wetness had started to pool in your underwear ages ago, and you were sure the boys were clearly able to see through your lacy panties at this point

“Fuck that’s so hot”, you muttered under your breath as they pulled apart.

“We aim to please, YN”, Ben winked your way earning another groan from the depth of your throat. There was a very apparent wet spot on the front of his grey boxers, telling you that you weren’t the only one enjoying the game.

Joe was up next, and he missed.

“Describe the last time you jerked off, and what or who you thought about”, Ben asked him earning a protest from Joe.

“That’s not fair, that’s embarrassing as fuck”, he whined.

“Well I guess you will have to take off your shirt then handsome”, you said swirling your wine glass that you had poured yourself a few rounds ago. He whined again but pulled his shirt off and threw it at the other pile of clothes in the corner of the room. You now had all three boys in just their boxers, and man, were you enjoying the view. Ben obviously looked like a Greek god, and you almost couldn’t keep your eyes off the lines going into his straining boxers. Gwil had a toned stomach, nice and lean. You would run your fingers up and down his torso all day. Then there were Joe. His little tummy got you all giddy inside, but those arms had you clenching your thighs together for some sort of sweet relief.

“Hmm what a sight for sore eyes you all are, boys”, you flirted. They all blushed, growing even harder.

There was now only one cup left before you and Ben had cleared them all, and you were more than ready to end this game and move on to other activities.

“You got this babe” you whispered into Bens ear as he got ready to throw the ball. And lo and behold, he made it earning a sloppy kiss on the cheek from you with an exaggerated “muah” sound.

“We did it. Hah, suckers”, you teased at Joe and Gwil. However, they were far from sad. Pure evil and lust was all that was evident on their faces.

“We still have one final dare, YN”, Gwil said in a low voice which made you want to pounce him right then and there. Both him and Joe started to walk around the table, intensely staring you down like you were their prey. Ben somehow seemed to understand what they were getting at and stepped closer to start playing with your hair. You gulped.

“You see, all this teasing has gotten us all riled up. Do you see what you do to us, baby”, Joe questioned. Your head was yanked down, and you looked at their bulges threatening to rip through the fabrics of their boxers. You gulped and nodded. “I think it is time you did something about it, don’t you boys?” They all nodded at Joes statement.

“Wanna feel those lips on my cock YN”, Ben whispered into your ear, impossibly close. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Bet you are a tight little slut, aren’t you”, Gwil continued. You nodded again, even more wetness pooling in your underwear.

“We dare you to get on your knees and suck us off. Now”, Joe growled pushing you to the ground.

With shaking hands, you pulled his boxers down. His thick dick almost slapped you in the face in the process. You quickly started to lick at the pre-cum oozing out of his tip, wanting nothing more than to please him at this point. Joe hissed and pulled your hair into a sloppy ponytail, guiding you towards his hard length. You wrapped your hands around his base and slowly put the tip in your mouth, sucking lightly. The moans that came from his mouth were animalistic and porn worthy, which encouraged you to take more of him into his mouth.  Ben and Gwil palmed themselves, the latter had even pulled out his dick and was shamelessly jerking it at the sight of you sucking Joe off.

You took Joes balls in your hand and started to play with them, earning another deep growl.

“Fuck you suck my dick so good baby. I’m not gonna last”, he moaned. You hummed around him and pulled off with a “pop”, wanting this to last longer.

“Who´s next then”, you asked looking up and the other men. Gwil were quick to literally shove you onto his dick, which you gladly accepted. His dick was thinner but longer, making him hit the back of your throat with ease. As you sucked him off, you barely noticed Joe moving your body and pulling your underwear down until you felt a pair of lips on your clit. Joe had maneuvered under you, and you were hovering just above his face. He lapped at your juices making you moan around Gwil who was still mindlessly fucking your mouth with his cock.

“Fuck you’re so wet for us baby. Taste so good too. Gonna make you cum like the little slut you are, edging us on all night”, Joe said against your heat, sending shivers down your back. You reached towards Ben and pulled him out of his boxers, feeling bad that he was missing out on all the fun. As soon as you started jerking his painfully hard length, he let out a guttural groan. That voice of his was literally going to be the death of you.

You kept up your tempo on the two boys until Joe stuck two fingers inside of you and attached your clit with his tongue. Gwils cock slipped out of your mouth and your hand that had jerking Ben off dropped to the ground trying to stabilize yourself.

“Holy shit Joe I’m gonna cum”, you said starting to feel a tightening in your lower stomach. You grabbed onto Joes head and started rocking your hips against your fingers and tongue.

“Who’s making you feel this good huh, angel?”, Ben growled, hands coming down to play with your nipples. At the same time Gwil started sucking on the sweet spot on your neck, just next to the hickey from Joe from earlier. You were unable to form sentences as this point, racing towards the point of no return.

“Fuck.. you Joe! Omg you guys! Shit… im gonna.. im gonna!”. You didn’t even get to finish your sentence before pleasure washed over you, making you clench your thighs over Joes head, not even caring at this point.

He let you ride out your orgasm before the lifted you off him. Completely spent, you collapsed on the floor trying to regain your breath.

“That is the hottest thing ive ever seen”, Gwil said, going to stand alongside Ben and Joe.

“Yeah same mate”, Ben agreed.

“She tastes so good, want to try”, Joe asked. His fingers traced along Bens lips who gladly took them into his mouth. Joe then put his fingers into Gwils mouth. He licked them clean while staring you down, which made you grow even wetter.

“Let’s bring her to my bed and finish the job”, Joe said helping you stand. You were still high on your last orgasm, but damn if you were going to pass up the opportunity of having them all in bed with you at once.

Ben easily picked you up bridal style and let Joe lead you all to his bedroom before throwing you down on the bed. He quickly followed, spreading your legs and lining up with your entrance.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I met you YN. You can’t believe how many times I’ve thought about you while jerking myself off alone in my hotel room” he whispered into your ear. Fuck that was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. His voice making you try to rub your thighs together for some relief. Little did he know you had done the same about him.

“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl, angel?”, he continued, earning a nod from you in return.

“I need you to use your words angel”. He stroked your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him. Those light green eyes were filled with lust and you whimpered at the thought of him inside you.

“Please Ben, I need you”, you whined. Ben immediately thrusted into you, filling you up to the brim. His cock was a perfect medium between Joe and Gwil, and you gasped at the size. He, however, did not let you get used to him and started thrusting at a slow, but hard, pace. You clawed at his back and went to kiss him. His lips were soft against yours. You bit down on his bottom lip as he perfectly hit your G-spot.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum again, Ben”, you moaned, arching your back.

“Think you can do one for each of us, darling”, Gwil asked stroking your hair. The mere thought of having four orgasms in one night made you see stars.

“Omg I need you all, fuck please let me cum Ben”. He snaked a hand down and rubbed fast circles on your clit while keeping up his hard thrusting. Your orgasm was fast approaching, and you clenched around his length as you came. Hard. You screamed his name as he came as well, you clenching around him being too much to handle. Ben rode out his own orgasm before pulling out and slumping down onto the bed, totally spent. You could feel his seed slowly dripping out of your entrance and down your thighs. You were totally spent, but neither Gwil nor Joe had had their turn yet.

“Gonna take you doggystyle ok, darling”, Gwil whispered crawling over to you. He easily turned you around and propped you on all fours, facing the head board of Joes bed. You were so spent you were unable to form words. Instead, you wiggled your bum in front of Gwils crotch, earning a low growl from him before the poked at your entrance with his cock. Sliding himself in was easy, your juices mixed with Bens cum made an excellent lube.

Once he bottomed you out, you moaned into the pillow in front of you trying to not cause a noise complaint from Joes neighbors.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me, darlin´. Taking my cock so good, aren’t you? Feels good doesn’t it?”, he asked before biting into your shoulder. God that accent was going to be the death of you.

“Yes, Gwil.. fuck me.., make me cum again please, Gwil”

“I think.. oh my god.. Joe over here is feeling a little bit left out, isn’t he”, Gwil asked. His hand went to snake around your neck, slightly choking your moans. Joe was suddenly ripped from his trance staring at where Gwils cock entered your pussy and looked up at Gwil with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Take him into your mouth like the slut you are”

You made grabby hands at Joe, suddenly feeling like having his cock in your mouth would fulfill all your needs. He didn’t need to be asked twice, positioning himself at your lips. Gwil continued to thrust into you while you took Joe into your mouth. With every thrust, a moan escaped your mouth which sent electric bolts up Joes cock. Gwil still had his hand on your throat, feeling how Joe was sliding down and you swallowing around him. He brought his free hand down to your clit while simultaneously hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Shit I’m gonna cum”, you moaned letting Joe slip out of your mouth.

“Go on then, cum for me darling. Clench your cunt around my cock”, Gwil growled feeling his own orgasm approaching. Your fingers dug into Joes thighs who was still in front of you, coming closer and closer to the edge. With one final, perfectly angled thrust, Gwils name fell from your lips as you came along with him. Both your moans mixing as you fell forward into Joes lap. He brushed your hair with his fingers as you came down from your third orgasm.

“Can you take one more for me baby girl?”, he asked in a soft tone. Although you were completely spent, you really wanted to feel Joe. All of him. Therefore, you nodded looking into his eyes. He lent forward, his lips briefly meeting yours. They were gone way too quickly though.

“Gonna make it quick I promise baby”

He laid on his back and pulled you to straddle him. Just feeling his hard cock barely touching against your aching clit made you moan, which Joe of course heard.

“We don’t have to if you’re tired”. He brushed a strand hair behind your ear.

“No, I want to, Joe”, you answered finally lowering yourself onto him. Even though you were completely spent, the thickness of his cock stretched your falls perfectly. Muttering swear words combined with his name under your breath, you slowly started moving up and down his length. However, you had almost no energy left within you, so Joe held you up and started thrusting into you instead. His fingers immediately found your clit.

“One more orgasm for me baby girl, I know you can do it”.

His hips snapped faster and faster, and his fingers edged you towards your fourth orgasm of the night.

“Please YN, I’m gonna cum too soon. Need you to come for me, baby girl”

A few more thrusts and you were screaming at the top of your lungs. All the air was punched out of you and you didn’t even register that Joe came as well. You collapsed onto his chest and tried to regain your breath. Joe wrapped his arms around you, soothing you.

Ben had fetched a damp towel and cleaned himself up first. The sight of you letting his two best friends fuck you had made him hard again and he had to jerk himself off.

“Can I clean you up, angel”, he asked.

“Y.. Yeah. Tha-ank you Ben”, you barely managed to whisper. Joe slipped out of you earning a whine from the depth of your throat. You were so sensitive at this point. Ben tried to be careful cleaning his and the two others cum off of your pussy. You flinched even at the slightest touch. He apologized and pressed soft kisses to your lower back as he finished.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced”, Gwil said. He laid next to you and Joe, looking at you with admiration in his eyes.

“Yeah, shit, I might have some new answer to those questions from earlier now”, Ben laughed. You chuckled slightly against Joes chest, still not having the energy to get off of him. That was a fun game.

“Sorry I’m smothering you”, you said to Joe. He smiled in return.

“You most certainly are not. I’m thoroughly enjoying this YN”

You fell asleep on his chest a few minutes later. Gwil and Ben also stayed the night and you woke up all cuddled in a heap in the middle of the bed. You could definitely get used to this, and this was not going the last time the four of you played a game of beer pong whenever you were bored (or horny)

@bowiequeen

Masterlist

[youcanbemyhoneychile]

New Years Eve with Ben

[innuendostyles]

imagine - ariana grande

you sat with ben on his sofa, a plush blanket lying over the top of both of you.

your legs were wrapped in his, your head on his chest and his arm held on to your waist.

“let’s get some food.” he said out of nowhere.

“noodles?” you asked.

“yeah.” he replied, taking his phone out of his pocket to order the food.

“‘m really in the mood for a bath” ben declared after you both ate your food.

you both walked into the bathroom, a bottle of champagne in your hand as ben began to fill the tub up.

you wiped off your makeup in the bathroom mirror as ben undressed and got into the bathtub.

“we got any of that fancy bubble bath?” he asked when he was fully submerged.

“yeah” you chuckled and began to squeeze some of the fancy liquid, gifted by lucy (ofcourse), into the bath.

you sat on the small, plush bench that was positioned next to the tub and pulled your phone out of the hoodie of your (ben’s, technically) hoodie.

you poured yourself a glass of the champagne, aswell as one for ben.

you scrolled through your instagram feed for a while before you decided to text some of your friends.

you heard a chuckle come from beside you, already knowing what ben was doing.

“if you’ve got a bubble beard, it’s going straight onto my instagram, i hope you know that.” you said, giggling.

you turned around and saw all the bubbles on his face, immediately laughing.

you took a photo of the two of you, ben’s face covered in bubbles and a glass of champagne in your hand.

it was uploaded to your instagram a minute later, captioned,

“my favourite <3

(the champagne not ben)”

comments and likes flooded in but you ignored them, putting your phone away and kissing ben’s cheek.

“this is nice.” he whispered as you combed your fingers through his hair, “yeah. it is.” you replied.

ben got out of the bath a couple minutes later, you gave him some of his pyjamas to sleep in and you both retired to his bed.

you were intertwined under his duvet, your head on his chest, often travelling to the crook of his neck to whisper sweet words.

“it’s funny how i always knew you were the one.” he whispered, looking down into your eyes.

“really?” you replied, a slight smile appearing on your face.

“yeah. first kiss? knew it.” he said, a cocky smile on his face.

“i never thought it would be you.” you admitted, “not in a bad way. it just felt like i was waiting forever for us to get together.” you chuckled.

you shared your secrets, even the “creep shit” as ben called it. you laughed and cried, listening to ben’s stories.

the laughter and tears died down, the only sounds to be heard were coming from ben’s apartment speakers, soft music playing as you lay together.

“i love you, y/n” he whispered, a hand caressing your cheek.

“i love you too.” you replied, your eyes closing as you fell asleep in the arms of the love of your life.

[kissmekissme-calum]

Marrying Ben (Ben Hardy x Reader)

just a little thing that popped into my head about this gorgeous specimen

not requested but please send in requests and i’ll see what i can do

word count : 939

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Today is the day. The day that will change your life forever. The most important day of your life.

Adjusting the veil on your head, you smiled wide as your father stood in the doorway, lips pressed tightly together to fight the sobs as he’d already lost the fight against the tears that cascaded down his face.

You were breathtaking in your dress, he could see that, anybody could see that really. His little girl was truly grown up now.

Taking a couple of quick steps towards your father, you let your hands reach to his face and let your fingers swipe the tears away. “It’s okay dad.”

“I’m supposed to tell you that.” He choked back a sob and you giggled. “Guess it’s okay though, my little girl is getting married. I kind of dreaded this day, you know.”

“Why is that?” you asked sadly and his hands clamped tight over yours as he smiled down at you, the smile he reserved only for his little girl.

“Because I have to give you away today, I know he treats you well and always will, but, you’ve always been my little girl, (YN), and now some guy is coming and taking you from me.” Another tear slipped past his cheek, you didn’t get a chance to wipe this one away as it slipped through your fingers instead.

“He’ll never truly take me dad, I’ll always be your little girl. Always, I promise!”

“Okay.” He responded then cleared his throat before offering you his arm. “Are you ready to get married?”

The only answer you could manage to think of was a quick nod and a wide smile on your face.

The wedding was outside, you could hear the talking just on the other side of the huge wooden doors. Out there was the love of your life, friends and family who’d been waiting for this day just as long as you had. Out there was your future, you would walk out there the woman you’d always been, but you’d walk back through as the happiest woman you could ever be, a married woman, with the most incredible man at your side.

You were ready.

The doors opened and for a moment you were blinded by the warm sunlight casting down from the sky, almost as if it shared the excitement you did about the day. The wind blew slightly, wisping your veil across your face, your hair slightly swaying in the breeze. But you weren’t focused on the veil or your hair. No, your gaze cast instantly to the end of the white walkway where a tall blond haired man with the most beautiful blue eyes stood, a warm smile on his face and maybe a tear or two had leaked from his eyes.

Each step you took closer to him, your arm tightened in the crook of your dad’s arm, his hand would reach up and give you a comforting tap before casting a reassuring smile down to your face.

In just a few more steps you’d be standing across from him, his hand taking yours and that’s when everything went slow motion for you.

Ben stood prouder as he awaited you. His hand beginning to stretch out, ready to take yours in his, marking yourselves one step closer to being husband and wife. Your hand slowly reached out to take his, in your ears you could hear the priest asking who gives this woman away and you faintly heard your father say he did before he turned your body slightly away from Ben, a light chuckle falling from his lips at your slightly frustrated expression, placing a small kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re beautiful.” Before your father sat, he gave Ben a look. “Treat her well, you don’t know how lucky you are.”

Ben nodded and took your hand in his before you stood in front of the priest, the slow motion quickly turning into fast forward. You barely remembered reciting the vows you so carefully wrote down over and over again, day after day until they were perfect. You barely remembered sliding a ring onto Ben’s awaiting finger and him doing the same for you. It was a blur. All you could focus on was the man in front of you, tears may have been streaming down his face every so often but he also stood with such confidence that it nearly melted your heart, it was perfection.

“Do you take this woman to be your wife.”

“I do.”

“Do you take this man to be your husband.”

“I do.” The words came out in a hushed whisper, you thought Ben didn’t hear, but he did and the warming smile he gave you in return let you know that.

“Ben.” The priest spoke with a pure smile. “You may now kiss your beloved bride.”

Ben wasted no time in listening to the priest, he took you in his arms, placing his lips on yours in what was perhaps the sweetest kiss the two of you had ever had the pleasure to share. It felt like the kiss lasted years and seconds all at once, but there was only one thing that was crystal clear in your head at the moment.

It was official. Ben Hardy was your husband. You were his wife.

“We’re married.” You blushed as you turned to face the crowd and walk back through, on your way to your reception. “We did it.”

Ben lifted your hand to his lips, strategically placing a kiss on top of the newly placed wedding band. “We did and I’m never letting you go.”

[theinvisible-rogertaylor]

Film Productions and Fiancées

For @ben-hardy-slut who asked: Could please write a ben where the reader is Rogers daughter and he asks if he can propose on the set thanks!

For the purpose of this imagine, Roger has only been married once. To the reader’s mother!!

FYI filming took place in 2017... so things are not exactly “present time”

Warnings: fluff and one swear

Pairing: Ben Hardy x reader

Gif - @/piszczumiszczu85

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“You’ve got this, Ben. You’ve talked to him a million times. You’re about to play him in his movie for God sakes. Man up, Jones.” Ben said aloud as he knocked on the door of his girlfriend’s father’s house.

Looking up he saw his girlfriend’s mother coming to the door in her pajamas and silk robe.

“Ben, it’s late. What brings you here at this hour, honey?” Camilla Taylor asked as she eyed the young blonde boy.

“I’m sorry it’s so late Mrs. Taylor, but I need to talk to you and Mr. Taylor.” Ben said, his right hand fidgeting with something in the pocket of his leather jacket.

“Of course, honey. Come in. Is it YN? Is she alright?” Camilla asked as she walked Ben into the living room and sat herself down next to her husband who yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“Benjamin, to what do we owe the pleasure? Is YN alright?” Roger asked, standing up to bring Ben in for a hug.

“Yes, Mr. Taylor. She’s more than alright, she and Frankie are sleeping right now. I just needed to speak to the two of you and I couldn’t wait.”

“Please, son. You have been dating YN for 5 years, it’s Roger and Camille. So need for formalities, we’ve told you this.” Roger chuckled.

Ben’s palms began to sweat and he rubbed them on his jeans. Looking down at the floor he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Roger, Camille, as you pointed out I’ve been happily dating YN for the last 5 years. We have a home, and a dog so I think it’s only natural we take the next step...”

Camilla gasped and patted Roger’s arm excitedly, nearly bouncing off the sofa.

“Rog! Oh my God. Is it happening? Is he gonna...”

“Cami, my love. Settle down and let the boy speak.” Roger laughed, pulling his wife onto his lap and kissing her temple.

“Continue, Ben. Sorry.” Camilla smiled.

“Um, yeah so... I was wondering if I could ask for YN’s hand in marriage? I-I have a plan, I-if you’ll let me.” Ben stammered.

“Yes! Oh goodness, Ben absolutely! Tell us all about it.” Camilla beamed.

“Well... you know how Roger proposed to you at Live Aid? YN’s told me all about it and how perfect it was, and well...”

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The next morning Ben’s alarm went off at 6 AM sharp. YN groaned at the sound and Frankie lifted her head off of Ben’s chest and let out a little bark.

“Yes, Sweet girl. I will feed you. Let mummy sleep.” Ben whispered, lifting her from the bed onto the floor so she could follow him into the kitchen.

Whispering still as he poured some kibble into Frankie’s dish he whispered,

“Today’s the day Franks. Mummy and daddy will finally be fiancé and fiancée!” The biggest smile graced his face and Frankie barked in response.

After making himself and YN a cup of coffee, he made his way back into their bedroom and placed it on the end table. Climbing back into bed beside her, she nuzzled into him and hummed contently.

“Baby. I have to go to set now, but you’re going to come visit me, right?” He whispered, kissing her lips lightly and sitting up to leave.

“Noooo, stay baby. Don’t go.” She whined, attempting to pull him back.

“Babe. It’s the first official day of filming your dad would kill me. Plus, we’re shooting Live Aid today, you’ve gotta be there!” He smiled, kissing her goodbye.

“See you at noon for lunch, baby. Dad wants sushi, since he hates craft services. Do you want anything?”

“Just to see you, my love. Now I’m going before I’m late. I love you!” He said, running out of their flat.

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On set, around 11:30 Ben was running around like a chicken with his head cut off trying to get everything ready.

“Ben, sweetheart, calm down. Everything will be fine. She hasn’t texted me yet so that means she’s still at the restaurant.” Camilla sighed, rubbing Ben’s back in an attempt to calm his nerves.

“I just want everything to be perfect. She’s the love of my life and she deserves the best.” Ben smiled.

“YN just texted me, she’s on her way!” Roger shouted, running out onto the makeshift Wembley Stadium stage.

Camilla walked over to her husband and gave him the widest grin she could muster before kissing him passionately and whispering,

“He’s perfect for her, my love. I can’t wait.”

“If he’s anything like me, of course he’s perfect, my Queen.” Roger said, wrapping his arms tighter around his wife of 32 years.

“Dream on, Taylor.” She smirked.

Just then, Lucy yelled out from backstage,

“YN just texted me guys! She’s finding a parking space.”

“Alright. Showtime!” Ben smiled, while still obviously quite nervous.

Roger made his way to his drums on the stage while the real Brian and Deaky also picked up their instruments and began to lightly play “You’re My Best Friend,” Ben and YN’s designated Queen song.

When YN walked out onto the set she first spotted her father and uncles in a semi jam session and her boyfriend pacing the stage as her mother stood behind her father on the drum rises.

“Hello, my love. I brought you some lunch.” YN greeted, kissing his cheek and taking his hand in hopes that he would stop pacing.

“Actually, love. I’m not really hungry right now.” Ben said, suddenly the ring in the pocket of his ADIDAS track pants felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, screaming “let me out of here!! Put me on her finger!”

“Oh, okay. Do you want to just hang out in your trailer until lunch is over?” YN smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist kissing him.

Just then Roger bangs the cymbal rather hard and halts the song.

“Jesus Christ, Ben, just do it!” Roger yells, causing his wife to smack him in the back of the head and give a hushed, “shut up you wankuh!” But kissing his cheek quickly afterwards. Brian and John nearly bust a gut.

YN raises an eyebrow as she realizes something is off, and looks up at Ben as he pulls away.

“YN, I lied. I-I’m actually starving right now. But I need to tell you ... or rather ask you something.” Ben smiled, taking hold of her left hand and getting down on one knee. YN gasps, And begins to tear up.

“YN Y/M/N Taylor, I have loved you since I bumped into you at that bookstore in Piccadilly over 5 years ago. Since then I’ve watch you flourish and grow. Graduating university, moving in together, adopting our baby Frankie. You’ve seen me go from a lowly soap opera twat to playing your father in a Hollywood movie — thanks for getting him to give me drum lessons before Brian Singer found out I couldn’t actually drum, by the way.” He smiled through the tears that were steadily cascading down his red cheeks. YN too was crying like a baby, and she knew that behind her, so were her parents.

“I can’t wait to adventure so much more with you. I love you so damn bad, baby. Will you marry me?” He finished.

“Yes, baby. Of course I’ll marry you!” YN chocked, pulling him up off of his knees and sliding the Cartier ring onto her finger, kissing him as if her life depended on it.

Bri, Deaky and her dad all lifted YN off the ground and spun her around. Rami, Joe, Gwil and Lucy all ran out from backstage hollering like maniacs.

“You did it, you crazy fucks! It’s about time!” Joe laughed engulfing his best mate in a hug.

“It sure was, mate.” Ben laughed, reuniting with his girl once the congratulations were over.

“Hey babe, I think you beat my dad’s proposal.” YN smiled, admiring the ring on her finger as Ben held her waist from behind.

“I’m glad, Ms. Jones.”