#a very lovely nightgown my grandma gave me recently

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yves fluff because i need some copium after my grandma just died

Sloppy work, but it's not to expand on his characterzz, its 2 serve me 💯

You sat on the bed, staring at your phone. The room was dark and the only thing illuminating your face is the phone screen.

Your grandmother had died, you weren't close to her. But she was close to your father. He's taking it hard and your mother has to be with him as an emotional crutch.

You don't know how to feel. So you glued your eyes onto the phone screen as you scan the texts and photos your parents had sent of the funeral. You feel bad, yes. But you never knew your grandmother, you were one of her fifty other grandchildren. And you came into this world a lot later, when her mind starts to deteriorate. Of course, she wouldn't even know what your name was.

You didn't feel much. But there was a dull emptiness that you're feeling. It's sad. It really is sad.

It's late at night. You don't know how to process it.

You jolted when you heard a knock on your door, initially not wanting to open it in fear of the unknown. But after receiving a text from Yves saying he's waiting outside, you reluctantly sat up from your mattress and headed to the door. It wasn't very far, you live in a cramped apartment anyways.

You opened the door to see him, beautiful, beautiful Yves. He had a sympathetic look on his face, as if he knew what was going on. But you think he just has this really good sense of intuition. You believed that he was some sort of a psychic medium and he must have felt some kind of shift in auras... Or something else. You don't care, you're just glad to see him in this very confusing phase. He's always been this beacon of light, Yves knows what to do to solve this. He knows how to solve everything.

He wordlessly greeted you with a kiss on the forehead. You stepped aside to let him in, he placed his handbag and duffel bag on the couch. You switched the lights on and locked the door behind you. Your neighbors would sometimes come home drunk, you wouldn't want them stumbling into your room by accident.

He took out what he needed and went into the bathroom, starting the "sanitizing" process. Which includes a thorough shower and a change of clothes, you were extremely picky as to who or what gets to touch your bed. And Yves never ceased to amaze you by knowing what your requirements are despite never properly communicating it to him- most importantly, knowing how to meet them and enthusiastically doing so without complaint.

It takes a while. But you can be sure that he wouldn't "contaminate" your bed. So you went back to somewhat spiralling silently. Looking through the texts describing the event, the circumstances and how your grandmother was found dead, by who.

You felt... Bad. Horrible. You don't know why. You're not missing her because it's just as if you're discovering that a stranger has died. It's a shame, but it isn't necessarily something you would lose sleep over. And your stomach has been recently acting up too, you're bloated and gassy. You remember Yves saying that you tend to have gut problems whenever you're feeling stressed or upset.

You're too distracted over the news that you didn't realize Yves left the bathroom with his jet black hair perfectly dried and silky.

"Sit up straight, please." He murmured as he caressed your back. You didn't realize that you were slouching and hunching to a horrendous extent.

You turned your head to look at him, he's wearing a long, flowy nightgown. It's smooth as it's made of satin, you liked how it brushed against your skin as he rubbed your shoulder soothingly. He sat close to you on your bed, you didn't mind because you think he is clean enough to be on it.

He didn't ask what happened. Yves doesn't have to. You didn't want to use up your depleted energy stores to tell him either.

That's why you sat in silence with him as he gave you tender and loving touches. At some point, you crawled onto his lap and rest your form on his chest, letting his manicured hand sweetly stroke your head.

"it's late, my love." He mumbled against your forehead. The vibration of his voice tickled you. He gently took the device off your hands and set it on the nightstand.

Now with your hands free, you would go on idly toying with strands of his hair. He pressed a kiss on your crown, wrapping his arms around you protectively and cupping your cheek with a soft hand.

You felt very much at ease in his presence. You knew that he wouldn't leave you be, you knew Yves would somehow always show up when something is wrong. He always knew when something troubles you and he always knew how to take care of it.

You felt him shift around as he gently laid you down on your bed, letting you sink into your fluffy pillows and soft bed foam.

He tucked you under your blanket, bringing the comforting material to your neck as he continued caressing the side of your head. You stared into his mysteriously knowing emerald eyes as he stared back into yours, half lidded and relaxed.

"There is no need to be afraid." He whispered, pressing another kiss onto your forehead. "I'm here." He continued, now holding your hand and massaging it. You didn't realize that you kept your hand out of the blanket.

Fear... That's what you're feeling. Your grandmother died after years of battling with dementia, she's trapped in her own mind and each day she's not dead, it's a day of terror. She died alone in her room, with no one realizing until the next day when her body was cold.

You were scared to share the same fate. You were scared to be her.

"I'm here." Yves repeated as he wiped away the stray tears that you didn't even realise fell from your eyes.

"I'm staying." He continued, laying on his side as he observed what you might do. His hand is resting on your neck, fingers gently drawing circles on your skin. "I will never leave you."

Yves smiled, it was warm and inviting, seeing it allows a wave of relief wash over you.

You moved closer and snuggled into his chest, allowing yourself to cry and release the burden of fear that's been trapped in your core.

He rested his chin on the top of your head, arms securely enveloping your much smaller form. Occasionally, he would give you a peck or two as you pour out your emotions onto him.

In the end, you were exhausted. You managed to fall asleep under the blindingly bright lightbulbs installed in the ceiling. It didn't bother you, because Yves was there to shield your eyes from it.

He spent the entire night quietly whispering positive and loving affirmations in your ears while you sleep, giving you only the sweetest dreams.

[queensdivas]

That Silly Wig!

I’ve never written a short so fast in my entire life of my God! Not a super long one because I have other stuff to do sadly! 

I was deeply inspired by the recent drawing of @eileen-crys​ with her comic and I literally threw everything aside to write this! I gotta stop doing this kind of crap so much so I can focus on my remaining school work! But anyway. Hope you enjoy! 

That lovely artwork of hers!

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Rounding up what Freddie calls the Deaklings was a lot more difficult than you could ever imagine. Have to make sure that Laura has her favorite stuffed animal, making sure Michael wasn’t annoying Robert too badly, then packing the diaper bag for Josh and his favorite toys. And all without a nanny! Super Mom right here! Though Chrissy has made it very appealing to finally get one but Robert and Michael are basically grown children so it’s a little easier now in a sense. 

But today is meant to a very good day for the six of us which includes Deaky. We’re finally spending some family time by taking them out for a picnic in Bushy Park! We’ve been wanting to take the kids there for a while, yet our timing has been non existent. He has to do some filming for a new music video then on lunch he plans on taking a longer one for us to go. 

“Alright kids! We’re moving in t-minus five minutes!” Yelling up the stairs for the thunder of children to start running down the stairs. Robert and Michael were the first ones down as Laura was slowly making her way down with her stuffed Fox Brian gave her when she was born. 

Grabbing Josh's diaper bag from the floor to throw on my shoulder to then pick him up from his play crib. He wrapped himself around me as I picked him up. Kissing the top of his forehead as I walked out of the house, locking the door to see the kids are already in the car ready to go. Man did we raise some very well behaved kids! Until Robert and Michael start fighting over their toys. 

We arrived to the set where they were filming their new music video as the kids beginning to bounce around in the backseat. I pulled into the parking spot to see Brian coming out with his hairs all in plastic curls in his hair and in his regular clothes. 

“Uncle Brian!” Laura screamed as they all rushed out of the car to hug their Uncle. I got out to unbuckle Josh for him to cling himself on me again. Ever since Josh was born he’s always just kept himself attached to me and for a reason he hasn’t really had much interest in John which is very concerning. Maybe it’s just a very long phase. 

“Well hello there Daisy! What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Brian picked up Laura who gave him a huge hug. 

“We’re going on a picnic to Bushy Park!” Richard yelled as we began walking into the set for the hustling and bustling of the crew. 

“Say. Where’s Chrissy anyhow?” Asking Brian as he put down Laura. 

“She’s got work and the kids are off with my parents for the week so Chrissy and I could have some us time.” Nodding as we turned the corner for Roger to come strutting out in a school girl outfit! Trying to not laugh but Robert was already losing it. 

“Uncle Roger is dressed like a girl!” He began strutting himself towards us to make Laura and even Josh giggle a little bit. 

“Can’t believe you managed to round up all Dealings in such a fashion!” Roger commented as Robert finally stopped laughing at Roger’s getup. I’m guessing that this was either his idea or Freddie’s idea. But I’m definitely leaning towards Roger at this point because he’s really enjoying himself. 

“Let me guess Roger. This was all you?” Asking as he took off his sunglasses to wink at me. Oh goodness it was! Well he looks fantastic! Brian took off his robe to appear in a pink nightgown and to slip on his pinky bunny slippers. Oh dear God! Wait. ARE THOSE JOHNS PINK BUNNY SLIPPERS!? I got John those slippers back in college because he always complained about his feet getting cold whenever he would come over for homework! He still kept them? 

“Love the slippers.” Even one of the buttons is missing when Robert pulled them out when he was a baby. I know it seems stupid to be happy about a old pair of bunny slippers but ya know. We’ve been together for so long and with all our children, it's easy to forget the times when we would do silly stuff like that all the time. 

“Mommy where’s Dad?” Laura asked as we could hear John and Freddie laughing down the hallway as Paul came out of the dressing room. He looked at us to roll his eyes and continue on his way to wherever he was going. Paul says that bringing our kids to the studio or the set isn’t a good idea, so John always makes sure we stop by to say hello. 

“Dad is probably getting ready so we shouldn’t disturb him okay.” I told her as she held onto her toy fox a little tighter. She is definitely daddy’s little girl and at this age feels kind of empty without him. Trust me it’s difficult when he’s at the studio for ungodly hours and she wants John to read her a bedtime story. She doesn’t throw temper tantrums or anything, just gets all quiet and holds onto her fox a little tighter. Such as she’s doing now. Brian bought that for her on her first birthday and she loved it ever since. Trust me she will never let go of it even if her life depended on it. But it is pretty cute so who could blame her. 

Roger began walking us to where they were getting ready with Michael riding on his shoulders and Robert walking ahead of us. Not sure why but Michael has always found Roger to be his favorite out of the three of them with Robert being close to Freddie since he spoils the living hell out of them for birthdays and holidays. 

“How’s the music going Rog?” I asked him as we rounded the corner to hear Freddie laughing. 

“It’s going great! Freddie’s got another hit in the works so it should be something pretty good as always.” 

“Awesome! And how's Dom?” 

“She’s doing fantastic! Plan on taking her to Switzerland for the week to celebrate our anniversary.” Oh my god when John and I went to Switzerland before Michael was born was such a wonderful time! 

“That’s awesome! Tell her I said hello obviously.” Smiling to see Freddie coming out of their dressing room in their costume. Oh my god they look terrific! Freddie wearing a beautiful black wig with huge pink earrings and pink lipstick. He wore a pink sleeveless top and a black leather skirt. 

“The Deaklings!” He laughed as Robert ran towards him and gave him a big hug. Like I said Robert was his favorite and Freddie loved Robert. Hell I think Freddie would want to be his godfather. 

“Uncle Freddie! Did Dad tell you we finally got a cat!? She’s super fat, super furry, and the biggest green eyes!” Robert told him which made me smile. 

“Never thought she would let you! What’s its name!?” Robert dug into his coat pocket to pull out his Polaroid of the new cat. 

“Her name is Matilda!” He handed Freddie the pic as he smiled for the fuzzy cat on the picture. Yes we finally got a cat for the family because they’re easy to take care of, and hello! It’s a cat! 

“She absolutely gorgeous. Oh my goodness she’s humongous! Can’t wait to meet her whenever I come over for tea!” Him and Robert began going off as John came out of the dressing room looking like an old lady with puffy grey wig. I couldn't help myself to start laughing for my husband to be looking like my own mother! What on earth is Roger doing to my husband! 

“My dear husband what has Roger done to you?” Walking over to him as he placed his hand on top of Josh's head to kiss him. Josh turned himself to start reaching for John to scoop him up and give him another forehead kiss to leave a lipstick mark on his head. 

“He’s brought me to misery.” He groaned as he leaned in to kiss me. Giving each other peck to see Robert giggling again at John with Michael just smiling. 

“Dad why are you dressed up like grandma!?” Robert laughed with made Freddie laugh. Robert definitely gets Deakys witty comments and his ability to make everyone laugh. 

“I think you look cool Dad!” Michael cheered. 

“Thank you Michael!” John smiled at the children as Freddie grabbed their hands to start walking them to the set for the free food. 

“I’m assuming you’re having loads of fun.” Keeping my eye on Josh for him to latch himself around John as I was hoping in the end. Phew. 

“Darling of course.” He kissed my lips again as Laura was still hiding behind me. She squeezed her stuffed Fox trying to hold back her sniffling. Her eyes began to water as her sniffling continued to grow a little more louder. 

“That’s not my dad, that old lady doesn’t look like dad..where’s dad..” Wait what? We looked down to see her starting to cry. 

“THAT’S NOT MY DAD! WHERE IS PAPA!” Laura exploded in tears as we both looked down at her in confusion. She hid her face behind her stuffed Fox for not knowing her own father before her. 

“Laura that’s papa! He’s just wearing a silly costume.” Trying to make her smile but it was not working whatsoever. She was still sobbing as John kneeled down to me to hand me Josh. He moved her in front of her so he could face her and try to calm her down. 

“Laura, my princess it’s me! It’s just a costume and a little makeup.” He whipped her tears away so she could see John in all his makeup. She still wasn’t convinced so he ripped off his wig for his poofy hair to expand!

“See? A silly wig and makeup!” He smiled to toss the wig on the ground for her to stop crying. She moved the fox away from her face as she jumped into his arms. 

“You scared me Papa!” He got up with her in his arms as her fox dangled behind his neck. 

“I’m sorry Princess! Papa wouldn’t scare you on purpose!” John held her tightly as he was so upset he made Laura cry. Even though he’s busy with his work, he loves our little Deaklings with all his soul and hates it when they’re upset. Especially his princess. 

“Mr. Hamish doesn’t want you to cry now does he.” He grabbed her fox to place in front of her so she could hold it again. 

“No Mr. Hamish doesn’t want me to cry Papa.” She giggled as he put her down on the ground to hold her hand. He even went so far to scoop Josh from me so he could walk with his kids to the set. Grabbing his wig from the floor to watch as he walked away with our children laughing with them. 

How is it even possible to love someone so much? I feel like my love for him could explode as he’s such a wonderful father, a loving husband, and one cheeky devil. 

[godknowsqueen]

punch you, love you ; ben hardy x reader

Summary: Recently, you and Ben get on each other’s nerves like there is no tomorrow, but there’s a little something hidden underneath all that bitterness.

Warnings: Swear words, angst, flufffffffff. I also have zero knowledge in makeup so pls forgive me.

Word Count: 2,293 words.

A/N: This is my second attempt at writing a Ben Hardy x Reader oneshot. Do let me know if you have any comments or feedback in mind! Hope you enjoy this :’)

Being the makeup artist on the Bohemian Rhapsody movie set was like a dream come true to you. Queen has been your all-time favorite band, so getting to have a job were you see Brian May and Roger Taylor on almost a daily basis was like a blessing. What made it even better is that you get to transform four amazing actors into that brilliant band with the power of your makeup tools. 

There was only one problem: one of them has been lately irritating the hell out of you. Ben Hardy. 

It was another day at work, and you were prepping the boys for their “I Want to Break Free” scene.

“Oh, look at those eyelashes, darling. They make my eye colour truly pop!” Rami said in a bit of a high-pitched voice.

“Rami, you are turning to Freddie,” you chuckled as you carefully put the finishing touches on the left eyelashes. 

“That is the plan,” he gave you a wink, attempting to show off his new eyelashes. 

“Now, Bri- I mean Gwilym, I’ll just apply some spray to keep that makeup in place, so keep your eyes closed,” you dictated, shaking a bottle of spray.

“Do I really look that much like Brian? I feel like I look more like Aunt Petunia from Harry Potter at the moment,” Gwilym said, squeezing his eyes shut, and making you laugh with his horrifyingly accurate statement.

“Lord, you made me laugh and some of that nasty spray got in my mouth, Gwilym!” your face scrunched up in disgust, but you managed to keep laughing. “Or should I say Aunt Petunia?” 

With that, you scurried away to where Joe was sitting, trying to escape the wrath of Gwilym trying to hit you with a towel. 

“Well, hello grandma Joe,” you took a little brush and dipped it in a brown powder. “I’ll just adjust some of your wrinkles and you are free to go,” you started slowly brushing along the corners of Joe’s eyes and lips. 

“Thank you, young lady! Maybe after this scene you can give me some anti-aging creams to get rid of them?” Joe tried to pull off his best grandma voice, and you tried your best to not laugh and mess up the makeup you have previously spent nearly 2 hours on.

“Grandma Joe, stop being a jerk by trying to make me laugh.”

“Oh, now dear that is not a way to talk to your elders! Where are the manners of these kids nowadays!?” he raised his voice and rolled his eyes to Gwilym, who shook his head in agreement.

“Shut it, you two,” you removed your brush-handling hand off of Joe’s face, proceeding to lightly punch the two guys on their arms. They started snickering like little boys as they got off their seats. 

“Kids, you need to calm down,” Rami chimed in as he wore his pink earrings, channeling his inner Mercury yet again. A few seconds later, he walked over to where you stood, and gave your arm a light squeeze, “Thank you, (Y/N), you did a wonderful job with our makeup for that scene!”

“Yeah, you rock, even when you make fun of us,” Joe muttered in a joking tone.

“And even when we give you a hard time,” Gwilym agreed, twirling around a little in his nightgown.

You heart warmed at their sudden gratefulness, and a genuine smile formed on your lips, “You guys! Thank you so much, it makes me happy to be working with you. Now, enough with the cheesiness and go shoot your scene!” you hurried them off, but you felt like you were forgetting something.

“Um, speaking of giving me a hard time, actually, where the hell is Ben?” you place your knuckles on your hips, an apparent angry look taking over your features. 

“I’m literally right here,” a cold, deep voice arose behind you. You took a deep breath, trying to contain your anger before turning around to look at him. With that, the three other guys awkwardly left the room. They knew it wasn’t going to go well.

There he was, Ben Hardy, with his lipstick faded and one side of his cheek lacking the proper amount of foundation. The sight of the makeup you worked hard on being smudged got on your nerves. Or maybe because it was the sight of Ben that made you angry.

“What happened to the makeup?” 

“I went out for a quick smoke,” Ben avoided your gaze, feeling a little bit guilty.

“Okay, the lipstick fading from the cigarette I understand, but what about the foundation?” you turned around, preparing again the tools you’ll use to fix this.

“One of the girls cast as the groupies gave me a kiss on the cheek and I had to rub her lipstick off of my face,” he squared his arm, “anymore questions, officer?”

You closed your eyes, placing a brush a little bit too strongly on the counter. You felt super irritated, but what made you angrier was that tug at your heart when he said that one of the girls kissed him on the cheek. 

(Y/N), he is an asshole. You are NOT jealous. Just get this over and done with. It is your job, after all. 

Turning back to him, you point the swivel chair in his direction, and you motion  for him to take a seat. His eyes, which were previously avoiding you, were now lingering on you as he strutted to the chair in his little black Rogerina skirt. You started working on his face, fixing every mishap that messed up the makeup.

What if he wasn’t just smoking? What if he was hooking up with that girl? Whatever, I don’t care.

You both sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Ben starts speaking again, “So, it’s either you interrogate me or you’re awfully silent? Is there no in-between?” 

At that moment, you were perfecting a bit of his eyeliner, and you summoned all of the power within you to stop yourself from poking his eyes out. If only they weren’t so damn beautiful.

“Ben, if I were you, I would be scared of pissing off someone who is working so closely to my face.”

“What can you even do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, punch you in the goddamn face? But instead I’m here trying to be a good person and do my job correctly,” you replied rather harshly, his cold tone irritating you with every word he spoke. “And I’m also not going around kissing guys on the cheek and ruining their makeup,” you said in a very low voice as you turned away from him, grabbing the makeup setting spray. 

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“I heard that, don’t act stupid, (Y/N).”

“Oh, you’ve got some nerve calling me stupid.”

Ben was now out of his chair, standing firmly right in front of you with his arms squared. Although he was trying to be intimidating, his current outfit, wig, and makeup were not helping him. 

You stood there, raising your eyebrows at him, your hands placed on your sides. You were silently thanking God that no one was in the room to witness this fight.

“I didn’t call you stupid, I was precisely saying do not act stupid. There is a difference.”

“Oh, wow, there is?” you replied sarcastically.

“Yes, and it looks like you need to learn it,” he snapped back.

“And you need to learn to be nicer!” you started shouting a little.

“I am nice, it’s not my fault that you don’t see it! You only notice how funny Joe, Gwilym, and Rami are. But no, I’M the asshole,” Ben’s deep voice was getting louder.

“What? You know that I’ve always loved you all equally. You are the one who started getting weird and annoying a couple of months back. You’re off, you’re cold, and just plain annoying. You are always nitpicking at anything I do, and it definitely takes its toll on me. So don’t be fucking surprised when I’m being bitchy all of a sudden because of the way YOU have been acting, Benjamin,” you ended your rant, calling him Benjamin for the first time in the entirety of the past year you have worked on set.

Ben looked a bit taken aback, his eyes widened at the sudden anger that has erupted from you. You were usually a person that kept her peace, so this was so new for him to witness. 

And just like word vomit, Ben uttered, “You are so hot when you are mad.” 

The look on your faces made it evident that even he can’t believe that he actually just said that. 

“W-what?” you felt yourself blushing, but a puzzled look remained on your face as you took a little step back away from him. 

My heart is beating so fast, what the hell is this?

“S-sorry, forget I said anything, it’s been a tiring day. Just-”

Word vomit, again. This time, it’s you: “Just shut up and kiss me.”

With the swiftest move possible, Ben’s hands cup either sides of your face as his lips crash onto yours. His right hand slowly lets go of your cheek only to embrace your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Your hands were resting on his hard chest. As your lips move in sync with each other, you start tugging at his pink and yellow tie, deepening the kiss. For people that irritated each other 99% of the time, it felt like you guys have been kissing each other for years. 

Ben breaks the kiss for a few seconds, opening his eyes to take a good look at your pretty ones. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he utters a few words, “you also look so hot with your cheeks firing up like that, too.” His thick accent manages to turn your insides into mush, making you uncontrollably smile despite trying to keep your calm poise. 

“And you look very fine with that skirt, I must say,” you let out a small giggle, gathering up the courage to plant a sweet kiss on his pink lips. As soon as you break it, Ben sends another small kiss, making you feel like he just couldn’t get enough of you.

His hands leave the side of your face and waist to tuck a stranded lock of hair behind your ears.

“So, why was all of that affection buried behind this bitterness?” you asked, holding one of his hands as you innocently looked at the floor under your feet. 

“I was confused as hell, (Y/N). I promised myself that I will give my all to this movie, and that I wouldn’t let any kind of emotions or relationships distract me,” his serious voice suddenly gave out a chuckle, “but then you came into our lives and I had to deal with you every day. In the beginning, it was easy to handle, but as the days went by, I couldn’t help but admit to myself the feelings I have been denying for months. These feelings just kept on growing like crazy.”

“And not knowing what do with these feelings, you decided that the best thing you could do is self-preserve by being distant and acting completely opposite to the way you felt, yeah?” you completed, earning a startled look from him.

“Exactly! How did you know?” Ben questioned, his hands softly squeezing yours.

“Been there,” you laughed and carried on, “with you. Funny enough, I had the same mindset you had. I guess that’s why we were so extra with our bitterness, we didn’t know that we were fighting the same battle,” you ended your words with a shrug. A couple of seconds later, you noticed Ben’s eyes giving you a very tender look. 

“What?” you spoke softly, admiring the features of his face.

“I really like you, (Y/N),” Ben uttered, a little color rising on his cheeks despite the foundation covering it.

“I really like you, too, Ben,” you shyly said, “but I think I really like Rogerina, too, so I don’t know where my feelings are exactly,” you teased him, your fingers ruffling the hem of his skirt. 

“Oh, shut it, love,” he gave you a cheeky grin, his hands moving to tickle your waist a little. 

“Why is Ben’s makeup taking forever? We need him on set right now, (Y/N)!” you heard the director shout from outside.

“Shit, your makeup is ruined again because of the kiss!” you squeezed the bridge of your nose with one hand, pushing Ben with the other onto the chair again.

“He’ll be ready in five!” you shouted back, scurrying to fix the mess you’ve made. Ben kept cheekily chuckling at your worried state, his eyes lingering on your every move.

“Do you think they killed each other?” you heard Joe whisper as he, Gwilym, and Rami walked into the room. 

“Hey guys, is everything alright?” Gwilym worryingly stated, the other two guys appearing next to him. 

Both you and Ben quickly turned to look at them and spoke in unison, “Everything's fine!”

Rami’s lips twisted into a sneaky smirk, “Judging by the absolutely messed up lipstick on Ben’s lips and the smudges of, coincidentally, pink lipstick on (Y/N)’s lips, I think they were far, far from killing each other.” 

You and Ben froze as the three other guys burst out laughing at your expressions. Although they were shocked at how things turned out to be between the two of you, they still couldn’t stop their laughter.

"So, you guys are a thing now?” Rami continued, standing smugly in his high heels.

“God knows!” Ben winked at you, earning a smile from you that made his heart skip a beat.

[morganbelarus]

10+ Grandma Gift Fails That Were So Terrible You Cant Even Be Mad

Grandmas. Don't you just love 'em? Well, they love you, which is why they buy you such awesome gifts. Have you always wanted a mug shaped like a toilet? Grandma's got you covered. Is your wardrobe missing a t-shirt adorned with space cats with lasers shooting out of their eyes? Guess what grandma's bought for you! Have you recently run out of your last roll of neon bondage tape? You know who to call!

Check out this hilarious list, compiled by Bored Panda, for more adorable gift fails from grandma. They might not always get it right, but hey, it's the thought that counts...even if that thought resulted in a red knitted nose-warmer. Don't forget to vote for the best, and feel free to add your own awesome grandma gifts to the list!

#1 Asked For New Hats, Grandma Did Not Disappoint

#2 My 84-Year-Old Grandmother Apologized For Having To Wear Her Nightgown In Front Of Us. I Said It Was No Problem And That It Actually Looked Very Comfortable, So She Immediately Offered One To Me. It's Not Like I Could Have Rejected This Generous Gift...

#3 My 90-Year Old Grandma Mailed A Homemade Vest For Me To "Wear To Parties". It's...amazing

#4 My Friend Just Got His Christmas Present From His Grandmother

#5 When Grandma Gives You Jeep Accessories

#6 My Grandma Made Me A Photo Album For My Graduation Gift

#7 Grandma Crocheted A Shark Blanket

#8 Birthday Present From My Grandma. She Gets It, Man

#9 So My Name Is Brodie Jonas Dean, My Grandma Found This Shirt For Me Thinking It Was A Great Coincidence. Thanks Grandma

#10 Grandma Bought Me A New Coffee Mug For Work. "You Know, Because It Looks Like Poop And I Know You Think That's Funny"

#12 My Grandma Rules!

#13 My Grandmother Made Me This After I Showed Her A Similar Picture!

#14 My 7 Yr Old Daughter Asked For Fingerless Gloves With Flowers On Them. Grandma Delivered

#15 My Grandma Bought Me A New Shirt Today. I'm 34

#16 My Grandma Bought Me This, She Knows What's Up

#17 My Grandma Believes This Is An "Acceptable" Blanket For A 24 Year Old Man To Sleep Under While In Town. I'm Totally Cool With It

#18 My Bro Told My Grandma, Jokingly, He Wanted 100 Things From The Dollar Store For Christmas, Grandma Doesnt Like Being Challenged

#19 My Grandma Got Me This Shirt, I Don't Think She Gets It

#20 My Friends Grandma Or G-Ma Got Him This Present For Christmas

#22 My Traditional Grandma Found Out I Moved In With My Boyfriend... So This Was Her Christmas Gift

#23 Opened My Present From Grandma Early. I Think This Present Was Intended For One Of My Girl Cousins, But I'm Keepin' It

#24 Grandma's Gift Was On Point!

#25 Love This Gift From My Grandma. She Is So Sweet

#26 My Great Aunt Had Pillows Made From My Grandma Rosie's Old Shirts That She Used To Wear... Best Gift By Far

#27 Grandma's Scrabble Quilt

#28 My Grandma Sent Me A Deck of pornographic Playing Cards From The 1940s. Apologies If Your Grandma Is One Of The Models

#29 My Brother In His New Christmas Gift. Thanks Grandma!

#30 My 94 Year Old Great Grandma Made This For Me Because She Said Is Too Cold. It's 80 Outside

#32 My Grandma Got My Brother This Card For His Birthday Because It Said He Was "Cool"

#33 My Grandma Gave Me A Mug

#34 My Grandma Said I Could Have Her Old TV So I Could "Finally Play Some Video Games"

#35 I Told My Grandma I Was Into Gaming. This Was My Christmas Present. Thanks Grandma!

#36 Briefly Mentioned To My Granny That I Was Stressed About Money. She Sent Me $8 :)

#37 Thanks Grandma, But It's Clint...

#38 My Grandma Made This For Me

#39 My Grandma Sent Me A Birthday Present..i Think It's Awesome. Btw I'm A 26yr Old Guy

#40 My 12 Year Old Niece Does Duct Tape Crafts. Her Grandma Bought This For Her Birthday

#42 Every Year My Grandma Gives Is Money In Crazy Ways. Money Stuck In Maze Games, Tapes Between Toilet Paper Sheets On A Roll. This Year I Present Money Cake

#43 My Crooked Eyed Granny Knit Me Some Socks For Christmas

#44 My Grandmother Just Got Me This For "Christmas." Despite Being Not All There, She Nailed It

#45 I Asked My Grandma For A Stamp, She Gave Me These..

#46 My Grandma Made This Cake For My Brother's Baby Shower. She's Cool Af

#47 My Grandma Always Sends The Coolest Birthday/Christmas Gifts

#48 Grandma Gift Gone Wrong

#49 So My Grandma Gave Me All Of Her Used Soap

#50 Am I Too Late For Inappropriate Christmas Gifts From Grandma? She's 82 And Gave This To Me. I've Never Even Heard Her Swear

#52 A "just Because" Present From Grandma. Was Not Disappointed.

#53 My Grandmother Made Me A Star Wars Quilt For Christmas

#54 Gave My Aunt Cucumber Seeds For Christmas, Today My Grandma Wrapped The First One With A Bow Like A Gift

#55 My Friends Grandma Knitted This Magnificence

#56 Her Grandma Gave This To Her As A Gift

#57 So This Is The Wrapping Paper My Grandma Used To Wrap My Birthday Present

#58 Open Our Christmas Gift From Mike's Grandma. No Words

#59 I'm About 29 And My Grandmother Still Sends Me Card Like This

#60 So My Grandma Gave Me A Birthday Card

#62 Umm, Grandma?

#63 Came Home Today To Find My Grandma Bought Me This Flag And Hung It From My Window. I'm Not Gay

#64 Grandma Bought A Bell For My 2yo Nephew And Couldn't Understand Why I Chuckled So Hard

#65 My Grandmother Sent Me This. She Lives In Florida. I Live In Boston.

#66 Early Christmas Present From My Grandmother

#67 My Grandma Handed Me A Towel As A Gift And Said She Made It Herself

#68 My Grandma Bought Me A Texting Book Of Acronyms For Christmas. She Was 100% Serious About This Being How People Talk Online

#69 My Grandma Heard That I Liked Computers, So She Got Me This For My Birthday

#70 My Grandma Got Me These This Year...

#72 Grandma's Gift

#73 My Cakeday Card From Grandma

#74 I Went To See My Grandma And After Telling Her My Neck Was In Pain, She Gave Me This

#75 My Grandma Gave Me An Xbox For My Birthday

#76 The Fact That I Got This From My 78 Year Old Grandma Is The Best Gift Of Year

#77 My Grandmother Gave Me This Necklace

#78 My Grandmother Gave Me This Pillow For Christmas

#79 I Did Not Think These Were Sugar Roasted Pecans At First. Thanks Anyways, Grandma!

#80 My Brother's Christmas Present From Our Grandmother

#82 Just Found This Backpack My Grandma Bought Me A Couple Of Years Ago

#83 So My Grandmother Bought Me A Shirt...I Feel Like A Walking Desktop Wallpaper

#84 So My Grandma Got Me Ten Cans Of Tuna For Christmas...

#85 My Grandmother Made Me This For My Birthday

#86 My Grandmother Bought Me This Shirt. It Was Uncool Until My Mom Said "BRB, Grabbin Tits."

#87 When Grandma Gets You Yeezys For Christmas

#88 Grandma Gave Me This Card For My Bday. I'm A Straight Male

#89 My Fiance's Grandma Got Me This Shirt. She Doesn't Know What Breaking Bad Is, Nor That I Like It. She Only Knows That I'm Hispanic And "Like Graphics."

#90 So My Grandma Bought Me A Shirt

#92 My Grandma Gave Me This For Christmas When She Was On A Cruise, Said She Thought The Leaf Was Pretty... Lol Um Thanks

#93 My Grandma Made Me A Goomy Hat

#94 Grandma Bought Me This For A Pj Sleepover Party I Was Going To

#95 I Wonder What She Was Thinking When She Picked These Out For Us!

#96 My Grandma Bought This For Easter

#97 My Grandma Got Me This For My 12th Birthday

#98 My Grandma Got Me Pokemon Blanket From Ecuador. Super Comfy And Keeps Me Warm

#99 I Turned 19 Today, This Is The Cake My Grandma Gave Me

#100 The Vase My Grandmother Got Me For An Early X-Mas Present. I'll Let Your Mind Run Wild With This One

#102 Stereotypical Grandma Birthday Gift. I'm A Straight Male Which Is Relevant

#103 My Grandma Always Gets Me The Best Gifts

#104 My Grandma Made Cupcakes. The Internet Has Ruined Me

#105 My Grandma Heard That I Was Into PC Gaming. She Gave Me This For My Birthday

#106 Good Times Are Ahead Friends! My Grandmother Gave Me Lucky Knitted Slippers!

#107 Grandma Gave Me The Gift Of Love... Self-Love

#108 My Grandma Sent Me This

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