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must be a dream - part 1
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(this is my first ever 6U fic with billy so plz dont judge if its bad hahaha i hope u like it! ALSOOO i needed a last name for billy so i just used jones lolol okay byeeee)Â
Word Count: 3,221
Description: what happens when you run into your âdeadâ boyfriend at the park?
âI love you.âÂ
Those three tiny words held so much meaning to you. Your boyfriend, Billy, made sure to constantly remind you of how much he loves⌠loved you. He always had a sweet, soft smile on his face when the words slipped from his lips. On this specific occasion, you were on your back with Billyâs bare chest pressed against yours.Â
Youâre both breathing heavily as your naked bodies are tangled together. Your hand was caressing his cheek as he moves his head to kiss your palm. You smile up at him as he stares into your eyes - his green orbs almost hypnotizing. He speaks those three words and you believe every ounce of it as your heart flutters.Â
âI love you more.â you whisper back.Â
He grins big and shakes his head. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his face falls as he fights back a wave of tears. He blinks them away, but not before you notice the change of expression. You knit your brows as you grab his face and make him look at you.Â
âHey,â you say softly. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
Billy just forces a smile as he shakes his head.Â
âIâm fine.â he says fast.Â
He leans down and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him as he leaves tiny, gentle kisses all over your shoulder. Heâs so warm and comforting - you donât want him to get up. As if reading your mind, he sits up and sadly smiles.Â
âI have to go.â he whispers.Â
You shake your head fast and wrap your arms around him even tighter. You look pathetically sad as you whine.Â
âNo! Not yet! Maybe you can reschedule for tomorrow?â you ask with puppy dog eyes.Â
It takes everything in Billy to not fall to his knees and do exactly as you say. You were his kryptonite, his weakness. He had done anything and everything for you - except this.Â
âBaby,â he whispers. âI have to go. Theyâre⌠Theyâre waiting for me.â
You frown even harder as you slowly rub your hand up and down his arm.Â
âI donât want you to go.â you say quietly.Â
His heart breaks right then and there. I donât want to go either, he wants to say, but he doesnât.Â
âI hate that this is your job.â you say, referring to his heists.Â
Billy takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes.
âIâll be...fine.â he says hesitantly.Â
âPromise?â you ask as you hold up your pinky finger.Â
This was yours and Billyâs way of trust. You donât ever, ever break a pinky swear. He started this when you first started dating and itâs stuck ever since. Billy opens his eyes and his voice gets stuck in his throat as he stares at your pinky. He tenses his jaw and slowly reaches his hand out.Â
If he makes a promise, heâd break it. If he doesnât make the promise, youâd know something was wrong. He takes in a deep breath as his pinky wraps around yours. You break out into a huge grin and his heart skips a beat. Remember this smile, he reminds himself.Â
âAlright, you promised. You canât break it now.âÂ
Billy tries to smile as he nods. You lean up and kiss him once more. He gives you a quick peck to your cheek as he jumps up from bed and starts getting around. Youâre lying there with the sheet wrapped around you as you watch him. He slips his shoes on and heâs finished. He turns around to slowly look at you. He looks you up and down and wants to back out of everything right now. You just sweetly smile and sit up.Â
âYou better not forget to kiss me bye.â you tease.Â
Billy swallows hard as he walks over to you. Youâre smiling like a little kid as he bends down and cups your face. He kisses you, but this kiss is different. Itâs slow and sweet as he savors every last ounce of it. He wants to remember what your lips feel like, taste like. He wants to remember how soft your skin felt on his fingers. He wants to remember what your slight moans sound like as the kiss deepens. He just wants to remember⌠Needs to remember. Billy leans away as he rests his forehead against yours. You graze your finger against his bottom lip as he smiles.Â
âI have to go.â he whispers.Â
âI know.â you whisper back. âPlease be careful.âÂ
All he can do is tense his jaw and force a sweet smile as he nods. He stands back up and turns around as he walks to the front door. Youâre still watching him sadly as he grabs his backpack and swings it on his shoulder. He opens the front door and steps out. He turns around to look back at you. A tear trickles down his cheek, but you donât notice it.Â
âI love you.â he says loudly, thankful that his voice didnât crack.Â
You place your hand over your heart and smile.Â
âI love you more.âÂ
Billy then places his hand over his heart as well and smiles. He gives you a slight wink as he slowly shuts the door behind him. Once itâs closed, he walks away and leans against the wall. His eyes are squeezed closed as tears finally pour out. He tries to catch his breath as his body trembles. He wants to run back into the room with you, but he canât.Â
âItâll get easier.âÂ
Billy looks up fast and takes in a sharp breath as One is stood in the hallway with sunglasses on. His voice is flat as he looks down at his watch and then back up.Â
âListen, can we please have this life changing moment while we walk to the car?âÂ
Billy walks past him and gives him a death glare. One just smiles as he follows behind him.Â
âThis better be fucking worth it.â hisses Billy.Â
One takes in a deep breath and pats him on the back.Â
âWatch.âÂ
***
10 Hours LaterÂ
Billy isn't home yet and you were beside yourself. You had called everyone you knew and were pacing around your apartment and shaking like crazy. This wasnât like him. He always came home when he promised you he would. This wasnât like him.Â
You were currently on the phone with the police as they were trying to calm you down. They tried telling you that maybe he was just late. Maybe he got caught up with something and forgot to call. You tried to file a missing persons report, but they wouldnât allow you. He hasnât been gone long enough. You were about to freak out on the woman over the phone, but she interrupted with an almost slight gasp.Â
âMaâam?â she asks fast. âMaâam, was your boyfriendâs last name Jones? Billy Jones?âÂ
You freeze and your whole body begins to go numb. Your throat is dry as you just nod. You realize she canât see you as you close your eyes and whisper.Â
âYes.âÂ
Your voice was so tiny. The woman just sighs and you can tell sheâs about to say something that you donât want to hear.Â
âMiss y/l/n,â she starts with a sad voice. âMaâam, we have a deputy dispatched and on his way to your home. Can you please stay on the line with me until he gets there?âÂ
âWhy are cops coming over? Whereâs Billy?â you shout. âHow did you find out his last name!? Whereâs Billy!?â you scream as your face turns red.Â
Suddenly, thereâs a loud knock at you door as a man yells out that itâs the police. You keep the phone on your ear as you walk over and look through the peephole. You slowly open the door and watch as two male cops looks beyond sad and distressed.Â
âMiss y/l/n?â he asks with a soft voice. âI am so terribly sorry-âÂ
The cop didnât even get to finish his sentence when suddenly the phone youâre holding slips from your hand and hits the floor. Your face is in complete shock as their voices become mere background noise. A loud buzzing fills your head as you feel like you canât breathe. You take a few steps back and shake your head no.Â
Suddenly, the word dead is all you hear and you snap. You cover your mouth with your shaky hands and allow tears to pour down. You squeeze your eyes shut as your knees give away. They buckle under you as you fall to them. You hunch over and wrap your arms around yourself.Â
âNo, no, no!â you scream out.Â
The officers hurry to you and fall to their knees as they try to help.Â
âPlease, no!âÂ
It hurt. Every inch of your body��� Your heart. It all throbbed. It was like a nightmare had come true. Billyâs dead, Billyâs dead, Billyâs dead. Thatâs the only thought racing through your mind. What you would do for another day with him. What you would do to feel his touch one more time. What you would do to just have him be okay.
***
1 Year and 3 Months Later
âThose disguises are fucking awful.â says Billy.Â
The group was on a mission that happened to be back in his hometown. Everywhere he looks it reminds him of you. Heâs been in an awful mood ever since they landed here. More hot headed than usual. Heâs been drinking more and hoping it will help him not to be constantly reminded of you every waking second. He regrets what he did. He regrets faking his death. He regrets seeing his funeral and having to watch you catch your breath as you cry. He regrets leaving you. He hates himself for it and he always will.
He is now currently walking through a large park that the two of you always went to with Seven next to him. Sevenâs been the only one to help him with everything. He hasnât been on the team long, but Billyâs already so close to him.Â
âWhy is it that I get a costume and you donât?â asks Seven to Billy.Â
He just laughs and shrugs.Â
âGuess One wants to utilize my good looks.â he jokes.Â
The speaker in their ears crackle on as One speaks.Â
âExcuse me, ladies? Can we please stay on track and, ya know, find the bad guys?âÂ
They both roll their eyes as they continue walking around a large fountain thatâs in the middle of the park.Â
âI donât see any sign of them.â says Two through the earpiece.Â
âMaybe theyâre in horrible costumes too.â Three says snarky.Â
âFour, you see anything? Anything that might even look weird or suspicious?â asks One.Â
Billy shakes his head as he scans around some more. Thereâs a playground just beside him as he looks through it. He doesnât spot who he needs to see.Â
âNo, I donât see any-â
He freezes.Â
âFour, you still there?â asks Five.Â
Seven looks over to him confused.Â
âFour, whatâs wrong?âÂ
His eyes follow his line of sight and he freezes as well. He sees you. Youâre at the playground with two other women. The three of you are laughing as you watch tiny kids run around. Thereâs a stroller perched in front of you as you look down in front of it and smile widely. Youâre making silly faces as you bend down and slowly pick up a small baby in your arms.Â
Billy stops breathing. The baby was six months old and had Billyâs identical green eyes and blonde hair. He swears up and down that she could be his twin. You hold the sweet baby close to you and kiss the top of her head. Sheâs laughing at you as you stand up with her.Â
âFour,â Seven says fast. âWe need to go. I know what youâre thinking. We need to go.âÂ
Billy canât move. Heâs in a trance as he watches you walk around and kiss the babies chubby cheeks. You look so happy with her. Youâre still so beautiful and he wants to so badly rush over and hug you. You were just right there. So close, yet so far away.Â
âWhatâs going on?â asks Two.Â
âYeah. Can someone keep the rest of us informed?â asks One.Â
âItâsâŚâ Seven trails off. âItâs her.âÂ
Thatâs all he has to say and they automatically know.Â
âGet him out of there!â yells One. âNow!âÂ
âCome one, Four. We have to go!âÂ
Billy just keeps his eyes on you as Seven grabs his wrist and tries to drag him away. Billyâs not fighting him, but heâs still frozen in place. Suddenly, you spot the movement from the corner of your eye as you turn with a smile still on your face. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the two men that are staring your way.Â
At first, youâre a bit worried by it, but suddenly⌠Suddenly, your eyes land on Billy. Your smile falls as your eyes lock. You feel like you canât breath as you just stare at him. Youâre dreaming, you tell yourself. Youâre just imagining it. Thatâs not really him. You blink a few times and open your eyes once more. Heâs still standing there. You take a step forward and find yourself breathing hard.Â
âBilly?â you whisper.Â
âFour, we have to go!â harshly whispers Seven.Â
âFour, I swear to god, if you get caught, I will kill you myself!â shouts One in the earpiece.Â
âI have a babyâŚâ whispers Billy.Â
Everyone goes silent.Â
âShit.â One barely whispers.Â
You find yourself slowly walking forward. Billyâs not disappearing, so that must be a good sign. Right? This wasnât like the other times. You could have sworn you saw him on the other side of the street or right outside your apartment window. He was actually standing there. You shake your head as you get closer and eventually youâre stood right in front of him. You didnât know what to say. Your throat was dry as tears pour down your face. Billyâs crying too as his eyes are locked with yours. You find yourself shaking your head and almost laughing.Â
âYouâre dead.â you whisper.Â
Itâs almost comical to you now.Â
âIâve actually lost my mind.â you laugh out. âYouâre dead!â you say a bit louder, your face now serious.Â
Billy says nothing as he just stares at you with sad eyes.Â
âAm I dreaming?â you ask.
He slowly shakes his head no. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. Your baby has her head on your chest as sheâs dozing off. Billy looks to her and canât fight back a smile.Â
âI donât understand whatâs happening.â you whisper.Â
Just then, you begin taking steps backwards. Youâre shaking your head as you stare at him and Seven cautiously.Â
âIâm going crazy.â you whisper. âYouâre not really here. Iâm going crazy.âÂ
You turn around and go to walk away, but not before Billy reaches out and grabs your free hand. You gasp at his touch as you fly back around. Your eyes are wide as he stares down at your hand holding his. Your chin is quivering as your face scrunches up. Youâve missed his touch so much. You forgot how comforting and warm it is. You shake your head as you look up to him, tears pouring down.Â
âItâs me.â he whispers.Â
âFour, we have to go.â Seven says with a dark tone.Â
Seven gives you a sympathetic look as he tugs on Billyâs arm.Â
âGo home and stay there, okay!?â calls out Billy as heâs walking away backwards. âJust promise me youâll go there and stay?!â
Just then, Billy holds up his pinky and you feel like you could faint. Thatâs when you know it really is him. You're sobbing now as you shakily hold up your pinky as well. Billyâs face falls into a huge grin as he stares at you until heâs gone. You still donât understand whatâs happening. Maybe you really were in a dream. You find yourself wiping your eye and hurrying back to the stroller. The motherâs you came with all look worried and confused by your teary eyed expression.Â
You explain to them that you need to go home and say itâs a family emergency. They hug you goodbye as you speed walk back to the apartment just down the block. You get inside and close the door. You lock it fast and quietly lay your baby down for a nap. She looks so peaceful as you smile and kiss her forehead. She looks so much like Billy that it almost broke your heart.Â
âBillyâs dead.â you whisper to yourself. âThey saw him fall. Heâs dead.âÂ
You wait at your apartment just like he had told you too. You lay down on your bed and close your eyes. If this was a dream, maybe you could finally wake up from it. Dreaming of Billy was the worst thing ever. The two of you would be together and laughing and the next thing you know, youâre waking up by yourself and with the feeling of utter loneliness. You would have rather fallen asleep and stayed asleep.Â
At least you felt that way until Stella was born. You found out you were pregnant with Billyâs baby a month after he had died⌠Or at least you thought he did. It was the happiest yet saddest time of your life. You got to be a mother to a beautiful baby girl, but you were still losing Billy. Mixed emotions had become your constant state of mind.Â
Youâre still lying in bed and realize you must have dozed off. You sit up and look over to the crib where Stella was and realize sheâs still asleep. You smile at her as you lay back down and stretch. Your mind goes to Billy as you feel yourself about to cry again. Maybe it had all been a dream. Or maybe you really were crazy. Whatever it was, that wasnât really him. Heâs not here. Heâs dead-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKÂ
Your eyes go wide as you sit up fast in bed. Someone was at your door. You slowly stand to your feet and donât move. You listen closely and slightly jump when thereâs another knock. Youâre almost trembling as you slowly tiptoe over to the door. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath before leaning forward and looking out the peephole. Something was covering it and blocking you from seeing out. Your heart was now racing as you were scared. You close your eyes and call out.Â
âWho is it!?âÂ
Thereâs silence for a moment before someone speaks out.
âYou kept the promise!âÂ
Your eyes go wide as you take in a sharp breath. It couldnât be⌠You must still be dreaming. You quickly unlock the door and fling it open. In front of you is stood Billy with a small smile on his face. You canât look away from him until five others begin standing behind him with awkward smiles on their faces too. You gulp as you look back to him and then it happens. What you thought would happen to you at the park finally did.Â
Everything goes white and you pass out.
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âKind of Magicâ series - Ben and reader work together on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody, but her pride wonât allow her to fall for the man of her dreams
Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three ~ Chapter Four ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Six ~ Chapter Seven ~ Chapter Eight ~ Chapter Nine (smut) ~ Chapter Ten ~ Chapter Eleven ~ Chapter Twelve (smut) ~ Chapter Thirteen (smut) ~ Chapter Fourteen ~ Chapter Fifteen ~ Chapter Sixteen (smut) ~ Chapter Seventeen ~ Chapter Eighteen ~ Chapter Nineteen (smut) ~ Chapter Twenty ~ Chapter Twenty One (mild smut) ~ Chapter Twenty Two
blurbs (ben x reader)
âStay for a little longerâ
"Just breathe, babyâ
Cafe Girl
Dad and His Son
As Hard (not actually smut AT ALL despite how the title reads)Â
One More Night
moodboards
Cafe Girl
Greek gods:
PoseidonÂ
Eros
Ares
Apollo
Hades
Dionysus
Hermes
Zeus
Persephone
Travel:
Climate Zones
Weekend in Paris
Weekend in Spain
Weekend in Florence
Wintery Weekend in Bavaria
Trip to Egypt
Trip to Rio
Summer Holiday
Period:Â
Period Romance
Roaring 20s
Peaky Blinders
50s Heartbreaker
Weâll Meet Again
Mermaid x Sailor
Romeo + Juliet
Rainy Afternoon
Artist x Muse
Dad //Â Daddy
Student Aesthetic
Sun and Moon
Under the Stars
Photographer S/O
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Heyyy could you write a four bit where four helps recruit an eight to the crew (the reader) and doesnât get to meet her until one brings her in, and he gets a crush on her and she gets a crush on him and she finds out sheâs part of the reason why heâs been so anxious for missions, because he doesnât want to screw It up for her
Crush - Four/Billy
Words: 2.578 words
Type:Â Fluff
Summary: (Whatâs written on the request)
Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something. Mentions of blood and shooting people.
A/N: Gifâs not mine :)
You get out of Oneâs car and shut the door.
You look around you, the big ass plane was impossible to miss but you couldnât help but chuckle as you see the trailers in the distance with such friendly sentences graffitied on the walls: âstay the fuck awayâ is just an example.
One starts walking to the plane and you follow him. He gets in and you take a look inside to see nothing but drawers against one of the metallic walls.
He opens one and looks over at you.
âPut in here anything that you broughtâ He tells you and you nod.
You open your backpack and take everything out.
One had told you yesterday to bring anything that youâd like, with you. You brought family pictures and some with your friends, your passports and random objects that would remind you of home.
You close the drawer once done and One locks it in, giving you the key.
âLetâs go, you need to meet the teamâ He says, and you turn around, following him.
You get in in some sort of base and look shocked at all the technology around you after you walked through so many empty all concrete rooms.
Your eyes quickly go to the table, where the other 6 members of the team stood.
âEveryoneâ One starts, getting everyoneâs attention to you both, âThis is the new member of our team, Eightâ
You smile slightly as your eyes look over at everyone and the brunette opens her mouth to talk.
âNice to meet youâ She says while extending her hand over the table and you take it, shaking it, âIâm Fiveâ
âIâm Twoâ The man with brown hair says.
âIâm Fourâ A voice with a British accent says, and you look to the other end of the table to find a handsome blond.
âIâm Sevenâ Another voice sounds, and you take your eyes out of Four to look at Seven.
âAnd Iâm Threeâ The blonde woman says, and you nod at her, âEveryone has a specialty in this team, whatâs yours?â
You open your mouth to speak but One interrupts you.
âSheâs good at many thingsâ He says, and you almost roll your eyes, âSheâs good with fighting and shooting, but her specialty will be driving⌠For now.â He says looking down at you, knowing you arenât that pleased with that choice.
One explained to you that you will start in this team as just the driver because the team will need one in this mission. To be more specific, someone who drives a bike, being one of the distractions.
The idea of only driving the bike in this mission sounds nothing but boring to you, since everyone else will do way more important and interesting stuff.
Youâre just an adrenaline freak when it comes to these things and you canât help thinking like this.
Your eyes go back to Four after some time of listening to One talk and you find him already looking at you.
One catches you both and clears his throat.
âFour, here, helped with recruiting youâ One tells you and you look over at him, âHe said you were the one who fitted better in our plan, compared to anyone else on my list⌠Letâs hope heâs rightâ He adds, whispering the last words.
Everyone stays silent for a bit and Five decides to talk.
âCan I show her where sheâs going to live now?â Five asks One, saving everyone from the awkward silence.
âYeah, of courseâ One says, and she smiles. âEveryone can go back to their trailers, weâll talk about the plan in a few hoursâ
Five walks around the table and gives you a smile once you start walking to her. You two walk out of the base and she starts explaining who lives in each trailer.
âTwo lives there, but he spends most of his time on Threeâs trailer, which is that oneâ She says pointing at the one farther back. âThat one is mine⌠And that one is Sevenâsâ She adds before you two start walking a bit more since the trailers are so distanced from each other. âThat is Fourâs and that will be yoursâ She says pointing at the two trailers.
As you two walk side by side to your new home, you exchange some words, trying to get to know each other (with the less information possible).
You get in and the trailer is bigger than you expected, since it looks so small from the outside.
Itâs no apartment, and there is lack of space, but the fact that you have a space for a good-sized bed, a bathroom and a kitchen, youâre good.
âIâll let you have some time alone to get acquainted with the placeâ Five says and you nod, thanking her for the tour. âThereâs a dog here, by the way. His name is Wally, he usually sleeps on Oneâs or Fourâs trailer; so, donât get alarmed if he appearsâ
âAlrightâ You say while laughing.
Five walks out and you start getting the clothes that you brought with you on the backpack inside the drawers under the bed.
Thereâs a knock and you look up at the door to see Fourâs head pop up.
âHeyâ You say with a smile and he smiles back.
âHey, do you like your trailer?â He asks and you chuckle.
âYeah, actually, itâs cozyâ You say while looking around making him laugh.
âI can show you a store close by, everyone usually gets stuff to decorate their trailers in thereâ
âI would love thatâ You say, and he smiles.
âGreat, whenever youâre freeâ He says, and you get up from the ground.
âIâm free right nowâ
(âŚ)
A week has passed and today is the day of your first mission, but what confused you was that Four looked more nervous than you did.
âYou know what you have to do. In case anything goes wrong, you say it right awayâ One starts, âThere will be no changes on the plan, unless they are actually needed⌠But they still need to go through me first, got it?â he asks.
âYesâ Everyone answers at the same time.
âThen letâs get this done withâ One says turning around and walking to the car.
You grab your black matte helmet from the table before zipping up the full body leather gear that hugged your body, as it should.
âYou okay?â You ask Four, and he cleans his sweaty hands to his shorts.
âWhat?â He asks looking at you, âYeah, Iâm fineâ He assures you.
You nod trying to ignore how weird heâs acting and follow everyone out.
Itâs no secret to anyone (but you and Four) that the two of you have a crush on each other. This last week, youâve been hanging out the whole time and eyeing each other when slightly separated.
And anxiety for a mission is no unusual thing on the team, nobody wants to actually die during a mission, and the possibilities are high. But when you have somebody that you care for by your side with the same risks you, or worse, the anxiety intensifies.
That is the exact thing that is happening to you and Four, but you hide it better than him (obviously).
You walk to the bike and Four follows you since you need to drop him off in this specific building.
You put the helmet on your head, pushing it down and you turn on the bike, catching some attention from random people walking around, with its roar.
As you drive off, Fourâs arms go around your body to keep himself balanced and feel more secure.
Just this position by itself was making you two tense up a bit. You with how your crush is holding your torso slightly tight and for Four with not knowing how tight he can hold you.
Once you get to do the destination, Four gets out of the bike and you pull the helmet off, making him look at you.
âBe careful out thereâ Four tells you.
âYou tooâ you say back making him smile. âYouâre the one that is jumping from building to building after allâ
âYeah, well. Youâre going to be the one driving through traffic and make the bad guys follow you, so⌠I think we both might be in the same scale of dangerâ
You smile at him while shaking your head and you put your helmet back on. Four pulls himself up by the emergency ladder on the side of the building and climbs all the way to the top.
You drive off without taking a second look and you go to the street that you need to wait.
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After almost an hour of waiting, the teamâs car passes by you, overpassing every speed limit in the world and 4 more black SUVs drive behind him.
You turn on the bike and Oneâs voice starts shouting on your ear (on the earpiece) for your help.
âIâm right behind youâ you say calmly.
You pull the pistol with a silencer from the inside of your right boot and quickly shot the last two SUVâs tires. Screams and shouts of angry men inside the car (now forced to stay in their place) are heard was you speed off from beside them, getting the attention of the other cars.
As you took a sharp turn to another street, one of the two cars left turn to follow you, making a smirk appear on your face.
Their back up starts to appear as well, and you continue to stay focused on the road and on the people on the sides of it.
The sound of shooting is heard from behind you and theyâre obviously shooting at you.
âIs everything alright over there, Eight?â Seven asks you and you sigh.
âYeah, everything is fine. Iâm just having a hard time trying not to get lost and not to die at the same timeâ you say.
âHow many cars are following you?â One asks.
âWas I supposed to be counting?â You almost freak out.
âNo, youâre getting close to Four, now. He will help you with some of them, but not allâ
âOkay, theyâre more than five behind me, for sureâ You say after looking at the review mirror a few times quickly.
âI see youâ Four British accent relaxes you for a second and you continue to speed your way through these tight streets. âShe has 7 cars behind herâ
âAlright, letâs get them off her ass, we just got rid of this oneâ Two, now, says.
As planned, above you, Four ran through the ceiling of all the buildings trying to keep up with you.
As you go under the bridge, as planned, Four throws two grenades right after you pass him, blowing up 2 of the cars, but locking the passage for the other 4.
âShe only has one, nowâ Four says and you sigh of relief.
âI can take care of this oneâ you say as you sped up once again.
Now, this part of plan is in your hands. Anything can happen now, you can turn in a random street and it will be a dead end, or it could have other cars waiting for you at the end of it, or just nothing.
As you almost cringed at the sharp turns you took to try and get this car to lose you, the driver just was great with reflexes.
You grab the other pistol on your waist as an idea came to mind and you made sure that the street was clear for many meters before you looked over your shoulder and shot the driver right in the forehead.
The car loses control and for your luck, he was the only one in it (since the others could just run out and shoot you). The car hits the wall as you took a turn and you announce that you have âlostâ the last car.
(âŚ)
You walk in Fourâs trailer after a shower in yours and he was just looking through movies.
âHeyâ you say, and he looks up.
âHeyâ he says with a smile before looking back at his DVDs.
There was a comfortable silence as you sat down on his bed and looked over at what he was looking at, until you decided to break it.
âCan I ask you something?â
âSureâ he says while grabbing another pile of DVDs.
âWhy were so nervous for todayâs mission?â You ask him and he stops his hands to look up at you.
âI- I donât know. Iâm always nervousâ
âFrom what everyone said, not as nervous as you were todayâ you add, and he leans back in his chair.
âYou got me thereâ he says while pointing at you, making you smile again.
âSo, what was it?â
âI think it was because you were thereâ he says catching you by surprise, âI didnât want the mission to failâ
You thought for a second after his words and you looked up confused.
âYou were scared that I would ruin the mission?â You ask and his eyes widen before starting to shake his head.
âNo, no, no. Thatâs not what I meantâ he says making you relax a bit. âI didnât want to screw up the mission, for youâ
âHow so?â
âI didnât want to make myself look like the one in the team that always gets everything wrongâ he says, pausing for a second. You two stood silent, not really knowing what to say.
âSo, you were trying to impressionate me? You say with a joking tone.
âYeah, basicallyâ he says, turning his chair completely to you, making your eyes almost pop out of your skull. âWhat?â
âI was only joking when I said that. I wasnât expecting you to actually answer that you wereâ
âYeah, well, I am serious. I- I have a crush on you since youâve became a member of the team and it always makes me feel kinda nervous when Iâm around youâ
You stayed in silence, shocked. Youâre freaking out in the inside from happiness, but Four, on the other hand, almost started to freak out himself once you gave him nothing but a straight face.
âI fucked up, didnât I?â He asks before bringing his hands to his face, scrubbing it in frustration.
âNo, you didnâtâ you say grabbing his wrists. âGod, you did everything but fuck upâ
Four was the one confused now, he was getting ready for the heartbreak and to bring his walls back up. He was just ready for everything going wrong, but the opposite is happening now.
âI like you tooâ you say, and he puts his hands back down on his lap.
âWhat?â He asks thinking that his ears were playing jokes on him.
âI also had a crush on you since I came inâ you admit.
Before Four could open his mouth to say anything else, he brought his hands to your cheeks, pulling you into a slow but filled with passion kiss. As your lips moved in sync and your hands went from his wrists to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt, the kiss started to get speed.
Fourâs hands fall from your face as the kiss intensifies and grabs your waist, laying you down on his bed and standing up from his chair, holding himself over you.
And letâs just say that you celebrated your success in todayâs mission.
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the great pretender [2] // billy/four x reader
a/n hi!!! hereâs the second part of âthe great pretenderâ and the third 6u fic ive posted. i have so many wips right now (because i have no self control and keep on starting stories i dont have the time to finish). i sat down like 4 hours ago and this is what came out of it. iâm kind of vibing with this story ngl. sooo here's part one, please reblog, etc.
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the address the blond man had given you led to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. you tentatively stepped out of your car, eyes scanning back and forth across the area. it suddenly occurred to you that you could have been led there to be murdered. you could walk back to your car, drive back home, and forget you ever met the british man. but you didnât, and continued to walk towards a set of steel double doors.Â
it was unusually warm for that time of year with not a cloud in the sky as the sun beat down. you drew closer, searching the surrounding lot for some sign of other people. nada. the building stood about twenty feet high, a few small windows placed at even intervals on the concrete walls. definitely felt like a prime murder location. arenât i here to âdieâ? you mused, hand closing around the door handle. you breathed in, out, then pulled the door open and stepped inside the dark warehouse.Â
it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and you flinched when the heavy door shut behind you. taking another deep breath, you started walking around the room, eyes tracking the catwalks hanging overhead. the only light streamed through the small square windows, dust drifting through the air. the light all joined in the center of the room, one spot free of shadows.
âhello?â you called out, hands clenched into fists by your side. for a moment, there was only silence, and your anxiety was steadily mounting by the second. your heart nearly stopped when you heard a set of footsteps from the other side of the room. then another. someone sounded like they jumped from one of the catwalks. another set of footsteps. and another, until you could tell that there were six people in the room besides yourself. you were frozen, waiting for the mysterious group to make the next move. your eyes were glued to the circle of light as a tall man stepped into view.Â
âwell well, looks like four was right. you did show.â his voice was relatively neutral, and he spoke fast. he had close-cropped, light brown hair, and a short beard; a few gray hairs sprinkled throughout. he gave off heavy egomaniac vibes. you automatically were suspicious. some part of you was struggling with vague recognition of his frustratingly handsome face. had he been on the news at some point? but you couldnât put your finger on it and let the question slide.Â
âi did. might i ask why you wanted me to come here in the first place?â he tilted his head to the side, crossing his arms over his chest. you could just barely make out the outlines and shadows of more people lingering behind him. you unconsciously readjusted your stance to feel more confident, lifting your chin to look him in the eye.Â
âin the simplest of terms, youâre an asset,â he spoke without letting through a whisper of emotion, a small, cold smile on his lips. his light tone was mildly irritating, and you were eager to get to the chase as to why you were there. but you already knew the answer, of course. piles of money and classified statistics would make you useful to any illegal operation. yet you decided to play dumb. letting out a breath through your nose, you placed a hand on your left hip.Â
âoh? to what?â you did your very best to fill your words with a mocking lilt, though it wasnât necessarily convincing, as his eye roll betrayed. the flicker of a scowl crossed your lips before you slid back into a poker face. you heard a faint snicker from behind the man, and then a subsequent hush. they were listening.Â
âour crew. weâre just like you. tired of the bullshit. and we decided to do something about it,â the dangerous vibe you found on the group on a first impression seemed to be confirmed. it made you wonder what made each of them an âassetâ to this group, and if it was a bigger operation than just an agreement between the people in that room.Â
âand we know you do too.â they certainly remember my outburst last night, you thought, cringing at the memory. once you stepped into the cab, it was impossible to think of anything else but what you did and what you were thinking of doing. the rest of the night was spent on the couch in your apartment, analyzing the piece of paper the british man gave you, even dipping into the fbi database with your account to dig up any other information. you were surprised to find there was nothing you came up with except for the location and ownership of the place he wanted you to find. apparently, it had been owned by some big tech company but was later abandoned and left to fall into disrepair. besides that, your hands came up empty of all information and you ended up falling asleep while watching tv, still holding tightly to the note.Â
âwhat exactly am i in for if i say yes?â curiosity from the night before still simmered in the back of your mind, and you were becoming more and more willing to take the leap you spent the last twelve hours considering. âdeathâ in exchange for a life of freedom. it dawned on you that this man must have faked his death to avoid the very government you were employed by.Â
âwell, this is less of a request and more of an opportunity. you can take it or leave it.â now it was your turn to roll your eyes. your original assumption that the man was egotistical came to mind again. he certainly sounded like some boys you had known in college: rich from daddyâs trust fund, filled with unearned confidence, and owner of a severe superiority complex.Â
âwow, you really know how to make a lady feel special.â a louder laugh sounded from the shadows behind the man, and you instinctively flicked your gaze to where it came from. an annoyed, whispered curse (in⌠french?) followed the laugh, which only made the person laugh harder.Â
âooh, sheâs got a mouth on her. nice choice quattro.â the manâs voice was rich and warm with a slight accent to his words. quattro meant four. was that a name? nickname?Â
âANYWAY, youâre gonna be dead in every way, except physical. without the law to hold us, we can do anything.â the man sunk back into a slightly patronizing, dreamy tone, trying to paint a picture of the future you left your boyfriend for. freedom from your earthly responsibilities. but the cynical analyst within you won over.Â
âas someone who works for the government, that is highly irresponsible.â you felt almost like a mom scolding her children for cooking up a dangerous activity. the manâs smile looked sharp enough to draw blood, brown eyes growing a shade darker. you had to stop yourself from taking a step back.Â
âdidnât bring you here to lecture me about my poor life choices, i hear enough of that from seven. this is your chance to make the mark you have been dreaming of. now, what do you say?â another number. you had to admit, he was highly convincing. he had such sheer charisma it was hard to resist, but you drew together the best argument you could think of and forced it past your lips.Â
âiâm not sure⌠it seems like you are up to some questionable vigilante justice,â you were about to continue your motherly scolding when you felt a person move to stand behind you. their body heat sent a startling chill across your skin. they leaned in closer, mere inches from your ear.Â
âlove, this is what you have been looking for, right? i promise you wonât regret it.â your breath hitched at the british manâs voice. he didnât sound as confident as he had the night before, somehow seeming younger without his gorgeous features clouding your thoughts. you tried to fight back against the part of you completely convinced by the two men, but it grew stronger by the second. oh god⌠am i really going to do this? you took a deep breath in, out. there was no more debate. you knew exactly what you wanted, needed.Â
âwhat do you need me to do?â you breathed out, pressing your lips into a thin line as soon as the words left your mouth. the blond man behind you relaxed, and you could almost see the smile he was most likely sporting. the man in front of you nodded approvingly, rubbing his beard with his left hand.Â
âexcellent. first step, your name is now eight. iâm one. take a wild guess as to what everyone elseâs names are. second, fake your deathâŚâ eight? what? the two numbers mentioned before made sense. they were names. your name was now eight, something that you had not expected in the slightest. but you didnât had time to argue. you listened carefully as one explained how you were going to fake your death, along with finer points about your new fellow âghostsâ. a few minutes later, you were caught up. you turned around to greet the others, forgetting that the blond man was standing right behind you. you stumbled, the manâs strong arms keeping you from falling. you could feel the embarrassment rise as he looked down at you.Â
âglad you joined up⌠eight.â your cheeks grew hot with every passing second he had a hand on you. clearing your throat, you reluctantly stepped out of his arms.
âthatâs gonna get some getting used to.â you laughed nervously, inwardly cringing at the obvious worry in your voice. he just smiled, raising the ambient temperature by 2 degrees celsius. his gorgeous green eyes were locked with yours, and you couldnât help but offer him a shy smile in return. you were usually much stonier when it came to complete strangers, but the manâs casual confidence was annoyingly attractive.Â
âyouâll catch on quick. youâre family now.â you softened a little at the care in his voice. you broke eye contact and glanced down at your shoes. a beat later, you looked back up, smirk on your lips.Â
âthen whatâs your name, casanova?âÂ
âfour,â he matched your smile, reaching out a hand for you to shake. you took it, praying he wouldnât notice the sweat on your palm. his hands were rough with callouses, skin hot to the touch.Â
âpleased to meet you, four.â you responded, doing a mock curtsy once you let go of his hand. he smiled, winking at you playfully.Â
âlikewise.â
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For the Life of Me (Ben Hardy)
Pairing: Four (Ben Hardy) x Reader
Word count: 2048
Warnings: guns, near-death experience, death, and a little mention of ânot wanting to fight for your life anymoreâ (I donât know how to call that, soâŚ)
A/N: Really just wrote this for fun, so if you want more, let me know!
Summary: Small town girl meets the threat of her life... and then the snacc of her life. *wink wink*Â
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You had been living in this small town your whole life. Nothing exciting was ever happening in this shithole and all you had ever wanted was to get out of there, but responsibilities and, well, the lack of money, kept you from doing so.
The day a drug cartel moved next door, everything changed. People became scared, others blew a gasket and rioted and some got into some deep criminal shit. You kept going about your days, working in a small cafĂŠ, attending online college classes, business classes to be exact, and living in a crappy apartment, but the townâs vibe was different. Every time you heard the bell of the cafĂŠâs door ring, your heart skipped a beat. Some days, you got a few cartel members, grabbing a bite for fun, others, the same guys would claim the money you were obliged to pay them for protection, just like the rest of the business in town.
You became aware of their grasp growing onto neighbors cities, but nobody was strong, or willing, enough to stop it. Local police was in on it, and there was absolutely no way that you could get a federal agency to get interested in your small insignificant lives.
On a certain morning, you woke up to the news of a collective murder: a little family that owned a farm and refused to pay the cartel. Dead because they didnât believe in violence, what a sweet irony.
A few years later, the cartel had become the most influential group in half of the country, which meant you were even more powerless.
June was just starting off. On a Sunday afternoon, you baked a batch of muffins at the cafĂŠ when an unknown voice interrupted you.
      âHi, could I get a coffee, black.â Said the man, looking around him.
You nodded and plastered a fake smile on your face.
      âSure, name?â
He looked at you through his sunglasses, which he took off a second later. His brown irises were locked with your blue ones. With a dainty smile, but a serious tone and an even more intimidating look, he replied.
      âOne. Just put One.â
A little taken aback, you didnât reply, but you still wrote the name on the cup. He slid a twenty across the counter.
      âKeep the changeâŚâ he started, his eyes looking for something. âY/N.â
You nervously played with your name tag as you agreed with a soft nod and a âthanksâ.
You busied yourself with the strangerâs coffee, wondering why your hands were trembling that much. You knew he wasn't part of the cartel, or at least, you had never seen him before. You poured the hot liquid in the mug and topped it with a plastic lid. The man had sat down at a table, waiting for his order. You decided to bring it to him.
      âThank you, darling.â
It was his only answer before he brought his phone to his ear and started talking. You tried your best not to listen, but some words came around your ears, like a bunch of numbers, such as âtwoâ, âfourâ and âthreeâ.
The man stayed put for about an hour before stepping up. He came back to the counter.
âListen, Y/NâŚâ He started, a grave glint in his eyes. âIf I were you, Iâd go back home, right now.â
Startled by his words, your eyes widened.
      âExcuse me?â
With a sigh, he put his hand on the counter, conveying much more than just intimidation at that point. You knew he was not joking.
      âSome shit is about to go down, and you donât want to be here for it, you understand?â
A long silence followed. The gears in your brain tried to piece things together. You slowly nodded, comprehending the meaning of his words. He put back his sunglasses on and left the cafĂŠ without another word.
You told your superior you werenât feeling good and as usual, he just shrugged and let you go home. You quickly changed in the bathroom and wandered on the streets. A part of you really wanted to see what was about to happen, but another was scared shitless.
      âShit, my phone!â You cried out, realizing you had forgotten your precious at work.
Was it really worth it, though? You figured you had the time to get it back and run home after⌠you were oh-so wrong.
You turned the corner back to the cafĂŠ and automatically noticed three black SUVs in the middle of the street. You could see rifle assaults from where you stood. You completely froze, you knew exactly who they were: the cartel. What you didnât know was that the owners of the cafĂŠ had refused to pay them last time they came around, and now it was time to set an example for the rest of the town.
      âShe works there!â Screamed someone from behind one of the cars. âGet her!â
It took a few seconds before you caught that they were talking about you. Without thinking about it twice, you turned around and started running. You tossed your backpack down on the side way, its weight definitely slowing you down.
God, you were glad, at that moment, that you had ditched your work shoes for your usual Adidas sneakers. You turned in an alley, knowing all the nooks and crannies of this shitty ass town. You didnât think anymore, you were simply acting under the adrenaline.
From the corner of your eyes, you noticed a shadow jumped from a roof to another on top of you. Who the fuck was that? Did they hire ninjas nowadays?
But you didnât have time for questions, you also saw a few men on your tail, closing in. Out of breath, you found yourself in front of a locked gate.
âShit! Since when do they fucking lock it?â You found the time to say, your throat dry and your legs shaking.
You tried your best to climb it, but it was all in vain: you could not do it. You cursed the Gods or whoever was up there until you felt a near presence behind you.
      âIf you know whatâs best for you, youâll stop and come with us.â Said a deep, hoarse voice.
As you turned around, you counted three men, all much bigger and stronger than you, and they had guns. One was pointed right at your chest. You knew you had no other choice than following them back to the cafĂŠ. But what would they do to you then? Torture you in front of the owners to get their money? Or worse, kill you?
You started to wonder if your life was really worth all that trouble⌠What had you achieved in all these twenty-three years? Nothing. And you probably never would.
You closed your eyes, gathering your courage to run up that fence, or at least try, but before you could do itâŚ
      âThatâs no way to talk to a lady.â
A voice came from above you. You and the three men looked up: a man was standing on the fire escape from the building next to you. He was pointing a gun directly at your enemies. He had a black hoodie, a few strands of blond hair falling out of it and, as much as you could see them, bright blue/green eyes.
âOne versus three, boy.â Retorted the criminal to your, perhaps, savior, a disgusting look of satisfaction creeping on his face.
The blond smiled when a red dot appeared on the first manâs chest, it wasnât coming from his gun. Somebody else was around.
âTry two.â Your savior replied. âAnd I donât think you want to test how quick my friend is with a sniper.â
The three men looked at each other, clearly stroked with fear. Youâd hoped they wouldâve stood down, but instead they puffed their chests, like douchebags in a club trying to impress brainless thots.
      âAs you wish.â Said your savior with a thick British accent you hadnât noticed until now.
A few seconds, barely a breath later, the blond shot one of the cartel man who was standing in the back as the front one fell to his knees, a bullet lodged into his heart. The last one started to lift his gun towards you, but it was too late, he fell to the ground a moment later, dead. You sensed the large sniper bullet pierced the air next to you, but you didnât move.
      âNice shot, Seven!â Screamed the blue-eyed man excitedly.
He jumped down for the fire exitâs stairs and landed right in front of you. He was slightly taller than you. After landing on his feet and hands, he stood back up. You could feel your gaze examine every inch of him, but you rapidly took control back, or at least bit of control back.
âIâll take care of her.â He said as you noticed the wireless communication device around his neck. âGo help the rest.â
You supposed he was talking to the sharpshooter, but your brain couldnât comprehend much anymore. How to deal with stress was not one of your forte.
The man took a step closer, provoking you to take one back almost immediately. He stopped, suddenly aware of how scared you were. He lifted his hands in the air, his gun already back in his thigh holster.
      âIâm not gonna hurt you. I swear.â He stated, his eyes locking with yours.
Somehow, you believed him. Perhaps it was because he had just risked his own life to save yours.
âWhatâs your name?â He inquired, taking another step forward, a small smirk appearing in his face when he noticed you hadnât moved that time.
      âY/Nâ you replied, your voice trembling.
      âAll right, Y/N. Iâm Four.â He admitted, putting his hands back down.
Confused, you shook your head.
      âFour? Youâre with the guy from the cafĂŠ right? Uh⌠O-One?â
He nodded.
âWeâre not the bad guys here, Y/N. Now, I just want to put you back on your way home, okay? So you donât get hurt.â
âBut⌠th-they saw me! They know⌠know that I work there and that I saw⌠Theyâre going to⌠You donât understand!â You exclaimed, panic washing over you.
Finally, he stepped even closer to you. He laid his hands on your shoulders and pressed softly.
      âOnce weâre done here, there wonât be anybody left to hurt you, Y/N.â
Coming to a realization, you felt your shoulders slumped down. You didnât agree with violence, even more with unnecessary acts of violence, but this time⌠this time it was different. Everything was different. The man before you did not seem like a bad guy, on the contrary, for a brief moment, all you wanted was to fall in his arms.
      âIâm not sure I can walk straightâŚâ you admitted, blush hugging your livid cheeks.
With that said, the man started to think: you could see it by the way he frowned and looked around.
âOkay, Y/N. How about you wait in there?â He said, opening a side door to a little shop you knew well. âAnd Iâll come and get you when everythingâs done?â
With hesitation, you looked between your savior and the ajar door. He clearly felt your uneasiness since he lifted his right hand in the air and offered you his pinky finger.
      âI swear.â
You couldnât help the giggle from coming out of your throat.
      âReally? A pinky promise?â You chuckled, your eyes searching his.
Four smiled, a truly beautiful smile. A smile that could brighten anyoneâs days.
      âLike that, you know itâs the real shit.â He stated, lifting his eyebrows.
You sighed, but in the end, you lifted your own hand and took his pinky in yours. Even if only for a brief moment, you could almost feel the warmth of his skin making you feel slightly better.
He lingered a bit longer than necessary, you didnât know if it was because he wanted to reassure you, or simply because him too was stuck in a state of both confusion and inner turmoil.
      âDonât worry Y/N, Iâll be back for you.â
Those were his last words before he closed the door in front of you. You heard a few steps from above and then⌠all there was left to do was hope.
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WARNING: numerous mentions of violence, violence, mention of implied smut
Word Count: 4,179
Description: you are now known as eight. four canât keep his eyes off of you as he desperately tries to figure you out.
It started out like a perfectly normal Sunday morning. You were at home with a cup of coffee in your hand while you're sat on your porch. The sun was rising and the colors in the sky were beautiful. This was your favorite thing to do on your days off. Your work schedule had been hectic, but that was your fault. Ever since your boyfriend left you, you tried to keep yourself as busy as you possibly can so you didnât have to think about it. You consumed yourself with work and it helped, but only slightly.
At one point in your life, you were an informant for the Secret Services. You had been an orphan all of your life until one day, that changed. You were six years old when someone finally adopted you. You werenât allowed to meet the person until you arrive at your destination - the middle of nowhere in Nevada. You werenât adopted to be apart of a loving family, you were adopted to be groomed for the Secret Service. Your âfatherâ made it his mission to train you for anything and everything. You had to grow up too quickly. You never got a childhood as you were trained in every single class of self defense, weaponry and manipulation. They needed someone they could shape and mold into the deadliest human weapon possible - and they did.Â
When you turned eighteen, you were trained in the art of seduction. You knew exactly what to say, how to act, how to read people and know exactly what theyâre thinking. It truly was a special talent forced onto you and you were amazing at your job. That is, until you quit that job. You were beyond amazing at what you do - they would say the best theyâve ever had, but that wasnât the life you wanted. You wanted a family⌠love. When you realize youâd never get that, you went cold. You found yourself hating your âfatherâ, hating your job⌠Hating life. Thatâs why you decided to leave. Run away and hide. That is...until you were found.Â
You made a life in a small boring town, with a small boring life and got with a boring guy - that is until he left. You were used to that now though. You had been on your porch and watching the colors of the sky change. You decide to get up and go get some more coffee. As youâre about to reach the door, someone behind you speaks.Â
âYouâre a hard one to find.âÂ
Suddenly, your cup is crashing to the ground as you whip around fast. Youâre not even thinking as you fluently grab a man by his collar and slam him against the side of your house. You grab his arm as you hold it behind his back. He shouts in pain at the sudden attack.Â
âHoly shit! I didnât think you were that good!â he hisses with his face shoved into the wall.Â
âWho the fuck are you!?â you scream.Â
âIâm not here to hurt you!â the man shouts. âMy nameâs One and I have a proposition for you!âÂ
***
It took you several minutes to finally release the man. You didnât let your guard down as it takes you less than ten seconds to evaluate him. Heâs weaponless and you can tell by his body movement. Heâs cautious and is more nervous of you than you are of him - as it should be. Your jaw is tensed as you stand up and tell him to sit down on the chair you were previously sat in. You listen as he explains anything and everything.
âWe need someone like you.â he says once heâs finished. âI read everything there is to know about you. We need a charmer.âÂ
If you were anyone else, all of this would sound completely insane and terrifying, but you werenât just anyone else. You were you and youâve heard and seen crazier things. This actually all made sense. Something about what he was saying was pulling you in. As if everything you had trained for was for this moment. You were already alone in the world, how would faking your death make that any worse?Â
âThe charmer?â you ask with a raised brow. âThatâs what you want to call me?âÂ
One just shrugs and smiles as he thinks.Â
âThatâs what you do, right? You charm people and get them to tell you whatever it is you want.â
Youâre quiet for a moment before you step forward and change your entire mood. Your face softens and you half smile.Â
âI like your eyes. My mother had the same color as you.âÂ
âOh really?â he asks. âI get the color from my mother. She and my father-âÂ
He stops suddenly and looks up to you with a surprised face. Your eyes are narrowing as you smirk.Â
âI see what you did there.â he says impressed. âYou almost had me talking about my family life. That was amazing.â
âI donât even know my mother.â you remind him with a smirk. âSo... When do I become a ghost?âÂ
***
You faked your death and finally decided to go watch your funeral. You were shocked to find that only six people arrived. Your adopted father was there as he shed no tears. Typical emotionless SS. You stare at the man you call dad and turn around to storm away. You were done with him, with everything. Your new life was ahead of you thereâs no looking back now. One was by your side the whole time until you get to headquarters. You were the last person joining the crew. They were to call you Eight. Youâre holding your bags as you follow behind One and into the abandoned plane that they call home.
âEveryone,â calls out One. âIâd like to introduce you to our new ghost. Meet Eight. Eight, meet everyone.âÂ
All eyes are on you as you just nod your head. Your eyes scan their faces when you pause on the blonde whoâs known as Four. You look away fast, but feel his eyes still on you. You look over as one of the men smirks and walks up to you.Â
âOne says that your some big Secret Service machine, but look at you,â Three laughs as he walks in front of you. âSo tiny. What does she do? Fight flies?âÂ
Heâs looking over at One as he laughs and everyone else rolls their eyes. You tense your jaw as your bags hit the floor and your hand grabs his wrist. You scream out as you fly forward and kick as his ankles. You bend over and fling him over your back and onto the ground with a loud thud. Everyone gasps as he coughs hard and tries to catch his breath. You stand up and act like you didnât just do that. You bend down and grab your bags as you look over to One.Â
âWhere am I staying?âÂ
âIf I show you, will you promise to never do that to me?â he asks with wide eyes.Â
***
One Month LaterÂ
Youâve gotten used to the group and understand the mission. Oneâs still doing some research on one specific person youâre trying to track. Youâre sat on a chair as Seven and Four talk. You look out the small window and watch as One walks by.Â
âWhatâs up with One? Whatâs his story? How does someone become that rich, yet be so unknown?âÂ
âHe loves Wally the dog,â starts Four as he looks through old passports. âHe loves his âbeaverâ show. I think heâs an orphan.â
Four turns around to look at you and Seven, but his eyes stay on you.Â
âActually, we got a little bet on if you wanna put some money in.âÂ
âIâm an orphan.â you say with the most serious face ever.Â
Fourâs face drops as he looks beyond guilty and embarrassed. He sits up straighter and looks to Seven and back to you.
âOh⌠I-I didnât know. Iâm sorr-â
This makes you break out into a smile as you watch Fours horrified expression. Heâs confused for a moment, but finally understands.Â
âIâm messing with you. I mean, I am one, but itâs no big deal.âÂ
You watch Fours face as he goes through several mixed emotions. This causes you to laugh lightly as he finally does the same. He shakes his head and looks down - obviously impressed by how amazing your acting had just been.
âWow. You can laugh.â jokes Seven. âI donât think Iâve ever seen you do that.âÂ
You roll your eyes and look back down at your hands as Four speaks up.Â
âI like it.â he says sweetly with his eyes on you. âYour laugh I mean.âÂ
You look up to him as your eyes lock. You feel your face turn red as you find yourself half smiling. You swallow hard and clear your throat as you stand up fast. The boys watch you as you find something to say.Â
âIâm gonna go ask Three if he wants to practice.â you say quickly.Â
You hurry out of the plane and have to catch your breath. Four looks away sadly at your leaving while Seven looks to him.Â
âYou like her.â he tells him.Â
Fours eyes go wide as he looks to him and tries to act confused.Â
âWhat? Thatâs insane.â he laughs.Â
âOh really? Ask those hearts in your eyes.âÂ
And with that, Seven turns around and walks out as well - leaving Four by himself with a big smile on his face.Â
***
3 Weeks LaterÂ
âThis is bullshit.â you hiss as you pace by and forth.Â
You and Four got stuck being the ones to stay in a hotel room and keep an eye on a man thatâs staying in another hotel in front of you. You have a giant patio that looks out directly to the manâs hotel room across a tiny road. Four has binoculars over his eyes as a large radio and a device to hear far away are set up on the table next to him.Â
âWe should both be out doing field work too.â you say as you continue to pace.Â
You act like youâre upset over that, but thatâs not the main reason. Youâre alone with Four in a hotel room. The man has you seeing stars every time you look at him. He messes with your head and causes you to forget what you were doing. You donât realize that you do the same thing to him. You need to concentrate and itâs too hard to.Â
âYou arenât at least a bit happy that we get to chill and get room service whenever?â he teases.Â
He leans away and places the binoculars next to him. He frowns and shakes his head as he stares out the window.Â
âIâm taking a break. Thereâs nothing to watch for. The guyâs not even there.â
He sounds frustrated as he stands up and stretches. You look away fast as he looks to you and stares.Â
âYou know, out of everyone here, youâre the one I canât seem to figure out.â he says with narrowed eyes.
You swallow hard as you just shrug. You walk over to the bed and sit on the end of it.Â
âIsnât that the whole point?â you ask. âThereâs a reason why One doesnât want us to know names. Weâd get attached.âÂ
âBullshit.â says Four quietly as he shakes his head. âSeveral of us have almost died for each other. If thatâs not being attached, then I donât know what is.âÂ
You silently watch him as he begins pacing the room now. His hands are on his hips as he keeps speaking.Â
âI know maybe two things about you. You worked for the SS and you were an orphan. Thatâs it. I know more about everyone else than I do you.âÂ
He seems almost frustrated as you stand up and narrow your eyes.Â
âWhy does it matter so much to you?â
He stops walking and turns to face you. His cheeks are pink as his lips are parted - deep in thought. He just shrugs as his eyes go wide slightly.Â
âI mean⌠It-it doesnât matter. I justâŚâÂ
He continues speaking almost gibberish as you slowly walk up to him and find yourself only inches away. Four straightens himself up and stares into your eyes as he goes serious. You raise a brow and look to his lips, then back to his eyes.Â
âDo you want to kiss me?â you ask fast, catching him off guard.Â
You already knew the answer. You know how to watch for signs and Four was definitely letting off signs that he wanted you. Youâve known that from the moment you met him. It wasnât a secret. Youâre just better at hiding your feelings.Â
âWhat?â he whispers. âUm, I donât kn⌠I donât know-âÂ
Before his can fully answer, you lunge forward and land your lips on his. Four gasps slightly at your sudden actions, but quickly goes along with it. The kiss is hot and fast as your hands travel up and down each others bodies. Four cups your face with his hands and begins slowly walking towards the bed. The back of your legs hit it as you fall onto your back. Heâs looking down at you with hunger in his eyes.Â
âHow did you know I wanted to kiss you?â he asks.Â
Suddenly, he leans forward and grabs your hips as he harshly flips you over on your stomach. You moan as he leans forward and presses his chest with your back. He kisses your neck and shoulder as your eyes flutter closed.Â
âIâm just really good at my job.â you tease, causing Four to almost growl in your ear.Â
He leans away and flips you back over. He kisses down your neck and slowly trails down your chest.Â
âWait,â he says out of breath as he looks up to you. âCan I know your name?âÂ
You tense your jaw as you smirk down to him.Â
âMaybe one day.â you whisper.Â
Four watches you with dark eyes as he shakes his head and laughs. He goes back to kissing you as he slowly makes his way down in between your thighs. Your eyes squeeze closed as your back arches up from the bed. Man, did you love being right.Â
***
Several months have passed as you all are still on the hunt for the man One wants to find. You all got word that heâs walking around an outside town plaza thatâs filled with shops and people. Youâve partnered with Three as the two of you keep your eye out for the man.Â
âRemember what he looks like?â he asks you quietly.Â
You both have large sunglasses on as you peer around secretly.Â
âYep.â you tell him when you spot Four on the other side of the road.Â
Heâs watching you and gives you a small wink. You fight back a smile as you lightly shake your head and look away. The two of you have secretly had a fling ever since the night in the hotel. Nobody knows about it and you want it to stay that way.Â
âEight!â harshly whispers Three as his eyes spot something about five shops away.Â
You look over fast and freeze. The man youâre trying to locate has been spotted, but heâs surrounded by three men in black outfits.Â
âWe have eyes on him.â you say low into your headpiece.Â
âDonât let him leave your sight!â shouts One through your ear.Â
âCopy.â is all you say back.Â
Suddenly, the man turns his head and he locks onto you. He narrows his eyes as he concentrates. Your heart almost stops beating as his face falls. All of you had almost gotten him a few weeks ago, but the mission was a bust. You did your part perfectly as you seduced him back to his room. It was the rest of the crew that had messed up. You had a knife to your throat, but luckily you knew how to fight your way out of that. He got away, but not for long.
You know for a fact that heâs recognized you. Youâre panicking as Three walks beside you and looks around fast. Four realizes that youâve been compromised as he begins to freak out.Â
âHe spots them!â he hisses into the earpiece. âHe sees them!âÂ
Three grabs your wrist and forces you to look at him. The man and his small army begin walking your way as his eyes were still glued to you. You stare at Three as you begin to rub his arm and laugh as if heâs said something funny. He looks at you confused until he understands. He joins in as the man gets closer. You swallow hard just as he whispers to you.Â
âGo along with me.âÂ
Youâre confused as he grabs your face and begins kissing you like crazy. Youâre taken aback, but finally go with it. You grab at his face as you speed up the kiss. His hands are flying all over your body as you try to hide both of your faces. Four is watching you two with wide eyes and a jealous heart. He tenses his jaw and absolutely hates watching another man touch you like he does. The two of you continue when you hear One pop up on your earpiece.Â
âWhat in god's name is that noise?â he asks. âIs⌠Is someone kissing!?âÂ
Four clears his throat as he watches the man look at you two and quietly pass by with no interruptions. When itâs all clear, you shove Three away and wipe your mouth off. Youâre breathing hard as you look for the man and spot him rounding the corner.Â
âLetâs go.â you say as you look to Four.Â
Heâs watching you closely and raises a brow. You give him a sympathetic smile and shrug. You all begin to slowly make your way closer to the man. Threeâs behind you as you slowly round the corner by yourself. Just as you do, there are screams all around as everyone begins running away. Four doesnât understand whatâs happening as he sprints to find you. He rounds the corner and stops. The man has you with his arm around your chest and a gun to your head. Youâre remaining calm, but Four can see the terror in your eyes. The rest of the three men all have their guns drawn and pointed at Four and Three.Â
âLet her go!â shouts Four loudly.Â
His face was red with anger as he balls his hands into fists at his side. The man just laughs as he jerks you around with him. His squeeze tightens as you gasp. You canât look away from Four as he stares at you.Â
âYou think the two of you can take out the four of us!?â he laughs.Â
Suddenly, in less than two seconds, a quiet bullet flies through the air and in one quick motion - pierces all three of the men in the head. They happened to be in a perfect row as Seven fired. Three birds with one bullet. They fall to the ground as everyone flinches. The man looks at the dead men and now heâs the one with fear in his eyes. He looks back to Four and Three as he pushes the gun even harder against your head.Â
âIâll kill her!â he screams.Â
All of a sudden, the man goes still as he thinks. He tenses his jaw and suddenly lets out a loud shout.Â
âYouâre going to kill me anyways!â he screams.Â
He then grabs your neck and turns you around to face him. Heâs squeezing tight as he flings you to the ground and you hit your back harshly. All of the wind is knocked out of you as you gasp. You hear Four screaming something when a loud bang is heard. Itâs as if everything went in slow motion. The bullet ripped through the air and hit you in the shoulder. You were in complete shock as the pain hadnât hit you yet.Â
Just as the man pulled his trigger, he was down on the ground in a matter of seconds. Your vision became blurry as you look around and see doubles of everything. Four is down at your side as he holds your head and tries talking to you. Heâs crying hard as he shakes his head no repeatedly. Three is next to you as he presses down on the wound to stop the bleeding.Â
âEightâs been shot!â he screams. âSheâs been shot! We need Five!âÂ
âStay with us! Youâre going to be okay! Donât close your eyes!âÂ
You were losing a lot of blood and you knew it. Your head was light and there was a light ring in your ears. You listen as others from the group finally show up and rushed to help.Â
âPlease donât leave me!â Four begs with a harsh whisper.Â
You flutter your eyes and slowly open to look at him once more. Heâs watching you as you slightly smile and then wince from the pain. Five was trying to get the bullet out as fast as she can. You ignore it as you look back to him.Â
âY/n,â you say quietly.Â
Fours face drops as more tears rush down his cheeks.Â
âWhat?â he asks shocked.Â
âYou said weâve all almost died for each other and you donât even know our names. Itâs y/n.â
Four finally understands as his face scrunches up and turns red as another wave of tears hits him hard. His breathing is hitched as he runs his hand against your cheek and smiles - his chin quivering.Â
âThatâs a beautiful name.â he whispers. âIâm Billy.âÂ
You smile more as your eyes flutter closed and your hand cups his face gently.Â
âBillâŚâ you trail off as sleep starts to hit you. âBillyâŚâ you barely whisper.Â
Your hand falls to your side as Billyâs eyes go wide. He grabs your face and tries to wake you back up.Â
âY/n?! Wake up, y/n!? Please wake up! Donât leave me!âÂ
Heâs screaming loudly as Seven walks up and tries to pull him back. Heâs fighting against him as he watches your lifeless body just laying there.Â
âGive me room!â shouts Five as she tries to still remove the bullet.Â
âI didnât get to tell her!â Billy cries out. âI need to tell her!âÂ
Seven grabs Billyâs shoulder and turns him around to look at him. He lowers his head and looks him in the eye.Â
âShe loves you too, man.â he says quietly, causing Billy to go still.Â
Seven must have known all along and never said a word. Billyâs heart breaks as he continues to look at him in shock.Â
âShe loves you too.âÂ
Billy is silent as Seven brings him in for a hug. Seven was right, you loved him too.
***
2 Days Later
âMmm,â you groan in your sleep as your eyes squeeze together.
You move your head around as someone begins yelling out for Five.Â
âSheâs waking up! Sheâs waking up!âÂ
You take in a deep breath as your eyes flutter open, but fall closed again. You groan some more when you hear voices surrounding you.Â
âEight?â Five asks with a slow tone of voice. âEight? If you can hear us, try to open your eyes.âÂ
You do hear her. Your eyes flutter open once more and this time they stay half open. Youâre peeking out as you spot a blurry version of Five, Billy and Three. Theyâre all staring at you with worried expressions. Your eyes scan to Billy as they slowly close once more. This time, a smirk fills your face.Â
âYou look nothing like a Billy.â you barely whisper, causing him to laugh loudly.Â
He was beyond happy that youâre awake and okay. Tears are in his eyes as he smiles huge, as does everyone else. He kneels next to your bed as his hand gently runs through your hair.Â
âI was so worried about you.â he whispers.Â
You open your eyes and half smile at his soft expression.Â
âIs it because you like me?â you tease as you slightly laugh, your eyes closing once more.Â
Billyâs quiet for a moment as he leans forward more and gently runs his fingers over your cheek.Â
âItâs the other âLâ word⌠actually.â he whispers for only you to hear.Â
Youâre taken aback as you look to him fast. Your face is serious, but turns into a small smile. You move your hand over as you grab his. He lightly gives it a squeeze as he brings it up to his mouth and kisses it.Â
âI⌠I âLâ you too.â you tease with a smirk.Â
Billy looks beyond thrilled that you had just said it back to him. He canât stop smiling as he bends down and softly kisses you.Â
The girl who wanted a family, finally did. The girl who wanted to be needed, finally is. The girl who wanted to be loved, finally was.
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Though Youâre Many Years Away Part 1
Pairing:Â 70s!Roger Taylor x Reader (I pictured real Roger, but it could work with BenHardy!Roger as well)
Summary:Â Reader ends up getting a lot more than she bargained for when she somehow travels to 1974 and sees Queen live at the Rainbow.
Authorâs note: This is the first fic Iâve ever written, so Iâm a little bit nervous to post it, but what the hell. It was just a weird idea I had that I just had to write. It was planned to be a one-shot, but itâs getting so long Iâve decided to split it up into a short series. Probably 4 parts, maybe 5. Donât think too hard about how the time travel works, itâll make your brain hurt. The mechanics that are explained (or at least will be in the next part) are inspired by the time travel in @angrylizardjacketâs Ben x Reader x 70s Roger stories (go check them out, theyâre great :-) ) Also a bit inspired by the book âThe Time Travellerâs Wifeâ, which is a bit weird, but very good. This part includes the first smut Iâve ever written, so sorry if that bitâs not great. Please comment or reblog, I would love to get feedback on this. Italics indicate readerâs thoughts, stars indicate a time skip (thereâs a lot of them, sorry if itâs a bit choppy in places)
Warnings:Â Swearing, some drinking, little bit of smut (literally one paragraph, so just skip it if youâre not interested), mentions of pregnancy, tiny bit of vomiting
You werenât sure how you ended up on a park bench in an unknown location. All you remembered was a feeling like you were falling down into the centre of the earth, and then waking up with a pounding head, in a strange place. Looking around, you noticed the sun seemed to be getting low, throwing a golden evening light on your surroundings. You could see a main road, and a little cluster of men in half-open shirts and flared jeans, smoking cigarettes. Wait, isnât that illegal in public? And flares? Must be a 70s party nearby, you thought. Cautiously, you stood up from the bench, stretching experimentally. Your head spun a little, but you soon felt stable enough to start walking. You quickly decided to follow the crowd of people flooding down the main road. Most of them seemed to be heading in the same direction. Must be something on tonight, you thought. Might as well go, it might help me work out where the hell I am.
Suddenly, you found yourself outside an old-fashioned theatre. It seemed to be called the Rainbow, judging by the signs. The hoardings showing the names of upcoming acts contained a single word in big letters: Queen. No way, you thought. Queen were one of your favourite bands, and now youâd stumbled on one of their gigs? What a coincidence. You shuffled forward with the crowd, managing to slip in past the ticket sellers unnoticed. Thank god, I couldnât pay them even if I wanted to. Suddenly you noticed something: more flares. Nearly everyone around you seemed to be wearing flares. There was a lot of long wavy hair about too, on the men as well as the women. Thatâs weird, you mused, is it a tribute gig or something? Your mind was humming with confusion as you moved with the crowd into the auditorium, when a sudden thought nearly stopped you in your tracks. Queen at the Rainbow. Why does that sound familiar? Queen at the Rainbow. Queen at the â Oh thatâs right, thereâs a live album, you remembered. Queen at the Rainbow â74. Wait, â74? They played the Rainbow in 1974. Realisation hit you like a freight train. I canât be in 1974, I just canât be. How could I be in 1974? How did I get here?
You were startled out of your shocked trance by a loud cheer. The music had started, and the band soon appeared, to another cheer, even louder than before. Once they started to play, there was no disputing it. You were watching early Queen, deep in their âglam rockâ phase. Freddie Mercury was utterly recognisable with his long dark hair, eyeliner and black-painted nails. Fuck, Iâm at a Queen show in 1974. After a couple of songs you decided to accept whatever glitch in the universe had brought you here and just enjoy the show. It was a great show too. You had always wished you could have seen Queen play with Freddie, but knew it would never be possible. You hadnât even been born for many years after Queenâs last concert in 1986, indeed, by the time you were born Freddie Mercury was dead. And yet, here you were watching him perform live, utterly entranced.
All too soon, the show was over. The buzzing crowd flooded out of the theatre and into a pub down the street. You went with them, wondering if the band would follow. Sure enough, all four members of Queen soon appeared in the pub, to scattered cheers and raised glasses. You headed for the bar, hoping somebody might buy you a drink. You would have bought one yourself but you had no money on you. It seemed you had travelled to 1974 with only the clothes on your back. You found a stool in a quiet corner and settled in to people watch. You had a feeling, a gut feeling you supposed, that this little trip to the 70s wasnât going to last very long, so you decided you might as well soak it up while you could. Your stool coincidentally gave you an excellent view of the table all four members of Queen had chosen to sit at. They looked relaxed, rapidly emptying beers in hand, surrounded by a veritable flock of admiring girls. You started to scan the rest of the pub, soaking up the vibe, when you noticed movement at the bandâs table. Someone was coming to the bar, heading almost directly for you. You turned towards them, and saw long golden hair and an open shirt weaving towards you.
Youâd always thought early-70s Roger Taylor was the best looking member of Queen. Well, the early 70s was their best-looking era in your opinion, but the golden-haired, blue-eyed drummer was clearly the most attractive. Not that the rest of them werenât easy on the eyes, but Roger was definitely your favourite. Now you were in a pub in 1974, and he was walking straight towards you. Well shit. This could be interesting.
He came up to the bar next to your stool. âAnother round of beers thanksâ he asked the bartender. Suddenly he turned to you, almost as if he could feel your eyes on you. âHelloâ he said gently, âIâm Roger.â He held his hand out to you, smiling cheekilyâŚflirtatiously? âY/N. Hiâ You shook his hand uncertainly. He continued to smile at you, his eyes crinkling, until you glanced down from his gaze, grinning nervously. âYouâre cute. Can I buy you a drink?â Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice. He was definitely flirting now. âOkay. Gin and tonic pleaseâ You asked, smiling brightly. Roger added your order to his beers and turned back to you. âWhat brings a pretty girl like you to a pub like this?â The cheeky grin had reappeared. âI, um, I saw the band before. Good show, by the wayâ you stuttered, suddenly unsure what to say. His smile widened. âYouâre a fan then?â Oh, if you only knew, you thought dreamily. âI guess you could say thatâ you responded, now smiling flirtatiously yourself. âWell then, whatâs your favourite-â Rogerâs question was cut off by the sudden reappearance of the bartender. You grabbed your drink while he gathered up the beers. âWant to meet the rest of the band?â He asked as he carefully stood up, laden with glasses. You jumped off your stool, careful not to spill any of your drink. âIâd love toâ you beamed, perhaps a little too enthusiastic. Roger didnât notice though, leading carefully back through the crowd to Queenâs table. Shit, you thought frantically, Iâm going to meet Queen. Queen! Oh God, what do I say? I canât mention the future, what if I break time or something? Have to be careful. Shit. Shit.Â
âMore drinks! Lovely! About time Roger, what were you doing over there darling?â Freddie grinned mischievously from the opposite side of his table as he spotted you shuffling along behind his bandmate. Roger rolled his eyes. âOh shut it Fred. Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Freddie, obviously, thatâs Brianâ -  the gangly, curly-haired guitarist waved cheerfully from his seat on Freddieâs left â âand thatâs John. But we all call him Deakyâ The bassist nodded shyly from Freddieâs other side, tucked into the corner. It took most of your determination not to gush hopelessly over the. Actual. Real-life. Queen. But you managed it. Just. âHiâ you said shyly. Roger, now carrying only a single drink in one hand, wrapped his free arm reassuringly around your waist. It felt⌠nice. âUm, I really enjoyed the show tonightâ you nearly squeaked out, trying not to gabble. Freddie smiled. âIâm glad. Whatâs your favourite song then?â You tried to think quickly. Fuck, I have to make sure itâs something that actually exists in 1974. Shit. Shit. âAhh⌠Liar? It rocks, I guessâŚâ This response seemed to please Freddie. âFinallyâ he said dramatically, âsomeone who appreciates my art. Good work Rogerâ You could have sworn he winked on the last word. The drummer rolled his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation. He quickly drained his pint, slamming the empty glass on the table. âShut it Fredâ He glared at the dark-haired singer, who just smiled naughtily. âI need some fresh air. Come onâ Roger pulled you along with him as he moved towards the door of the crowded pub. You followed enthusiastically, finishing your drink on the way and setting the glass down as you passed an empty table.
The air outside was crisp and cool enough to be refreshing without chilling you to the bone. âSorry about thatâ Roger murmured, gazing intently at your face. âItâs okayâ you murmured back, looking into those gorgeous blue eyes. Suddenly they glinted with mischief. âIs it okay if I kiss you?â He asked, leaning down. âYesâ you breathed. His lips were on yours in an instant. It was blissful. He was insistent, but not rough. You opened your lips for him and quickly felt his tongue gently exploring your mouth. Holy fuck, Iâm kissing the Roger Taylor. In 1974. Holy fuck. Your brain quickly slipped from frantic babbling to incoherent screaming as you felt Rogerâs hands curl around your waist and brush along your back. Suddenly Roger broke the kiss. You nearly whined at the loss of contact. âWanna come home with me, continue this there?â he asked huskily. I donât know how much longer Iâm going to be in 1974, you mused. Might as well enjoy it while Iâm here. âIâd love toâ you replied breathily. âGreat!â Roger smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. âLetâs just tell the others weâre going.â
You could barely contain your excitement as you arrived at Rogerâs flat. Holy shit, your brain gabbled, Roger Taylorâs taking me back to his place. The Roger Taylor. Is taking me home. Holy fucking shit. When you arrived at his front door, he pushed you against it and snogged you senseless for the second time that night. He broke the kiss for a few seconds to open the door, holding you close all the while, then pushed you through it, his lips on yours again. You kissed frantically as you crossed his loungeroom, shedding clothes all the while. By the time you fell onto his couch together, both of you were in your underwear. You mentally thanked God you werenât wearing anything noticeably out of place in 1974, although you thought Roger was unlikely to notice at this point. Roger lay on top of you, his face inches from yours. You could feel him against your stomach getting harder by the second. âWant me to show you a good time?â he growled, voice raspy with lust. âWhy else would I be here?â you replied cheekily. âWell, if youâre going to be like that,â he grinned momentarily, then kissed a sensitive spot on your neck, smiling at the way you moaned at the sensation. He dotted kisses along your body, his fingers trailing the path of his mouth, until he arrived at your entrance, already slick with arousal. He grinned up at you, eyes now hooded with desire. âDo you want me to make you feel good?â he asked huskily, gently running his fingers along your folds. You moaned in delight at the stimulation. âI need you to use your words, loveâ âYes, Roger, keep going, pleaseâ You moaned out the last word as Roger put his lips to your clit, licking at it expertly. You nearly screamed when he plunged a rough, calloused finger into you moments later. âYou like that, babe?â âYes, Roger, donât stop-â Your words drowned in another moan as he added a second finger, dragging them gently across your dripping walls. His other hand held your hips down as his fingers roamed your walls until they found the spot that made you cry out with pleasure. He rubbed the spot in delicate circles while his tongue continued to lick at your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. It wasnât long before you felt your climax begin to crash over you. Roger coaxed you through it, licking at you until you whined from overstimulation. As you came down from quite possibly the quickest orgasm you had ever experienced, you realised again that Roger Taylor had just eaten you out like a bloody expert. Looks like 1974âs gonna be fun after all, you thought happily.
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You awoke the next morning feeling strange. You were disoriented at first, until you remembered where you were. And when. I slept with Roger Taylor last night. Iâm in Roger Taylorâs bed. In 1974. Holy shit, I just fucked the drummer from Queen. Wow. You stifled a satisfied giggle, not wanting to disturb the snoring man beside you. Even when heâs asleep heâs fucking gorgeous, you realised. You eased yourself out of bed very gently so as not to wake Roger. But as soon as you stepped away from the bed you felt weird. Very weird. Sort of⌠insubstantial, like you werenât entirely there. Suddenly you just knew you were about to be pulled back to your time. Shit. My clothes are in the other room. You bolted out into the loungeroom and gathered your clothes in a flash. Oh no, I wonât get to say goodbye. Heâll hate me. Oh shit, what do I do? At that moment your eye fell on a notebook and pen sitting on the coffee table. You darted over, clinging carefully to your clothing, and scribbled out a note as quickly as you could. I stayed as long as I could. Itâs complicated. Iâm sorry. Y/N xx You barely finished the last x before you felt yourself lurching forward, feeling like you were falling again. You dropped the pen as you fell into darkness.
You opened your eyes to a familiar sight. Your own white-painted bedroom, in your own flat. You were home. The light streaming through the gap in the blinds indicated it was morning. Suddenly you remembered something. Youâd had plans last night, before you went to 1974. You were supposed to go out for drinks with some friends. Wait what day is it? Whereâs my phone? Retrieving it from your bedside table, you saw a stream of messages and multiple missed calls waiting for you. Shit, how long was I gone? You checked the date. The day you disappeared was only yesterday. You breathed a sigh of relief. Aside from the friends you were supposed to meet last night, no-one would have noticed your absence. You immediately sent a message to the group chat apologising for missing last night, claiming you were sick yesterday, and had gone to sleep for so long youâd missed all their messages and calls until now. You thought it was a pretty weak excuse, but your friends seemed to believe it. Besides, it was very unusual for you to even cancel plans ahead of time, let alone ghost on them completely, so you were fairly sure youâd get away with it this time.
Lying in your own bed, in your own flat, in your own time, you werenât entirely sure your whole 1974 experience hadnât been some weird intense dream. Maybe you really were sick yesterday, and it was just an unusually vivid fever dream. I donât remember feeling sick yesterday though. You got out of bed gingerly, feeling sore as you turned around and stood up. If it was just a dream, why am I sore? Glancing down as you started to move, you noticed a mark on your hip. You rushed to your mirror. The shape was unmistakable. It was definitely a hickey. You could see one high up on your inner thigh too. And you remembered exactly how you got them. So it wasnât a dream then. It really happened. It all really happened.
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You never told anyone about your little trip to the past. No one would have believed you if you did. As time went on, you sometimes didnât believe it yourself. It just seemed to incredible to be true. Even if it was true, the question remained: how did it happen? And why did you go to that particular day in 1974, when Queen just happened to be playing? Was it just a coincidence? Or was something more going on? If there was, you had no idea what it could be. In any case, after many days of contemplation you decided you were better off chalking the whole adventure up to experience and moving on with your life. Little did you know, that would be far more difficult than you ever could have expectedâŚ
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You slipped back into your routine easily once you decided to get on with life. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. Your friends, thankfully, didnât make a big deal out of your non-appearance that one night. You werenât entirely convinced they believed your excuse, but they seemed happy enough to let it slide anyway. They even invited you out again a few weeks later. Clearly you were forgiven. You had fun that night, even if you spent a lot of it feeling decidedly odd. Not drunk â you restricted yourself to one glass of wine, you werenât in the mood to get messy â just⌠not quite right. The feeling was still present when you woke up the next morning, but a glance at your calendar indicated your period was due about now. That explains it then. Just good old PMS. You hoped youâd start to feel more normal once your monthly visitor showed up.
A week later, though, and it hadnât arrived yet. Maybe the time travelâs thrown me off? It must have affected my body somehow⌠But then a week late all too quickly turned into two, with no signs of change yet. The overlong cycle didnât bother you much â cycles could be weird sometimes after all â until the day you went to eat some yoghurt for breakfast only to be wracked by a huge wave of nausea the second the smell of it hit you. You dropped your breakfast instantly and sprinted for the bathroom. Small and old-fashioned though it was, you always found the discoloured white tiles rather soothing. As you cleaned yourself up a few minutes later, enjoying the cool tiles against your feet, something suddenly clicked in your head. Oh shit, you thought with alarm, Iâm two weeks late and the smell of yoghurt just made me throw up. I canât be pregnant though, surely? I havenât been with anyone in months. Except⌠prompted a voice in your head. Roger Taylor. In 1974. But that canât have⌠seriously? I fucking time travel to the past for one night, one fucking night, and end up pregnant by a bloody rockstar? Seriously universe? Wait⌠Didnât we use protection though? Now you came to think of it, you definitely remembered condoms being used at some point that night, but your memory was a bit fuzzy from about round three onwards. Round three⌠you smirked. Shit, that was a good night. Not now! snapped an angry voice in your head. Suddenly you crashed back to earth, feeling sick again. As you bent down to empty your stomach into the toilet once again, a single thought ran through your mind. Holy fuck, this canât be happening.
Part 2 is coming soon! Please comment or reblog and tell me what you think!
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6 Underground
Four/Billy
Mission -Â You, after running away from the group, save Four on the last mission.
Crush - Four helps recruiting you as Eight and you find out that youâre the reason behind heâs so nervous on missions.
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Ben Hardy x Plus Size! Reader
Summary: Ben meets the reader for the first time at a photoshoot.
Ben wasnât too excited of the idea of another topless photoshoot, he wanted to be known for more than that but his manager insisted.
once he had finished with his single photos he waited for the model that would accompany him for the next set of pictures.
To be honest he expected to see some size four model that he was used to seeing but he was absolutely stunned when you walked into the room.
You had a black silk robe covering your lingerie as you walked over to greet the blonde man who stood in front of the plain back drop.
Your smile warmed Bens heart as you stuck out you hand to shake his which he immediately reacted to.
The photographer instructed that he was now ready for the shoot and you slipped your rope off to hand to your manger.
Bens breath hitched as he saw how beautiful you looked in the set, your curves looked amazing in the red lingerie that complimented your skin tone.
You turned and gave him a small smile as you sat down on the chair infront of Ben as instructed.
He tried to not make to took obvious that he kept looking at you and he thanked the photographer for the poses he instructed as they were mostly ones that were looking at you.
For the final pose you were told to face each other, your hand on the side of Bens strong jaw and lips parted only inches away from each other.
As you looked into each otherâs eyes, Ben had never wanted to kiss someone so badly.
After the shoot was finished Ben knew he couldnât let you get away, he had to ask you to go out sometime but he was way too nervous.
So he ended up not saying anything as you had to leave as soon as possible to catch a flight much to Bens disappointment.
Months later the pictures were published and Ben was scrolling through his instagram feed to see something he was tagged in pop up which caught his attention.
@y/n_y/l/n: The lingerie set was just too sexy not to post!, these pictures are with the beautiful @benhardy if iâm not mistaken.
He felt his heart burst with happiness as he immediately followed, liked and commented on your post.
Ben finally decided to man up and dm you but not until days after just to make sure he didnât sound too desperate.
âHey!, had a great time shooting with you in London, maybe we could meet up for a coffee sometime when your next back?â was his dm, he felt nervous sending it but did anyway.
You responded a couple hours later with âHello!, i had a great time too, and yes i would love to meet for coffee! iâm actually back in London next week if you want to hang then:)â
You guys did end up getting coffee that next week
And the rest is history.
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FULL MARKS
Chapter 7
A Joe Centred Chapter! A thing no one requested but I wrote anyway woo!
Description - Ben just so happens to fall head over heels for a Mysterious Man who loves baseball and cracking terrible jokes. Mysterious Man also turns out to be the father of one of Benâs students.
Warnings - Full blown relationship Hardzello, with plenty of angst, fluff and future smut.
Word Count - 1,442
After tossing and turning most of the night, Joe had been thankful when Beth climbed into his bed and straight into his arms. Although he was feeling like shit and was still shaken up by the whole ordeal, having his daughter with him gave him something to concentrate. The rest of the night consisted of Joe stroking Beths hair over and over, long after she had fallen asleep, and with her steady breathing ghosting his collarbone, Joe managed to get some sleep in as well.Â
In the morning, Joe spent extra time cutting his daughterâs toast into dinosaur shapes and using extra jam on the pieces he messed up. Beth didnât take much time admiring the artistry of her breakfast and managed to scoff them all down in the time in took Joe to pour himself some cereal.Â
After breakfast, it took some convincing to get the Mazzelloâs off the sofa they had draped themselves on, but Joe needed to do some things today and slowly but surely, the hours were ticking by and escaping him. Closer to mid-day than intended, they locked the front door and made their way into town, hands clasped tightly.
Joe lived close enough to the town centre that he didnât need to use the car all the time. Their house was bigger than many on the street, had a good yard and plenty of growing space - handed down to Joe from his parents who moved to the town over. The small area Joe called home was good enough for him but he understood it didnât appeal to everyone.Â
Beth preferred the quiet community anyway - always outside doing something. Her favourite at the moment was making mud pies and prodding Joe until he âateâ it. His lovely colourful flowers had long since been destroyed and dug out in favour of his daughter rampage of mud-pie-cafe. There was a small plastic play house in the corner of the garden, full of spiders and other insects. It had been gifted by a lovely neighbour whose children had long outgrown it, but Beth prefered to be outside in all that means. The amount of times Joe had had to chase a tiny naked Beth around the garden and pull a worm from her hand/ear/mouth.
But right now, with no worm in sight, Beth dragged her feet. She was grouchy from lack of sleep - already so concerned for others - and slightly sticky from residue jam (also known as dino blood). Joe tugged her along for a few more minutes but when she simply stopped walking and dragged her feet under her, Joe gave up, stopping and leaning down, placing his princess on his shoulders as he continued into town.Â
Walking into main street with his daughter clinging to his ears, Joe stopped to greet some familiar faces. It wasnât unusual to find the young Mazzello on her father's shoulders, and a friendly shop owner was even prepared with a lolly for her to suckle on as Joe stopped and nattered about the changing weather to anyone and everyone.Â
An hour later, Joeâs bag full of the weeks groceries, he made a familiar turn down a certain street. Beth, now back on her own two legs, squealed and started running towards the big building. Joe had to run after her, grasping his bag to his chest so the lettuce wouldnât escape. Beth bounded up the stone steps and rushed through the open doors, still squealing.Â
Joe finally got inside, only panting slightly as he stopped in the main lobby. Having been here for the last couple of years, Beth hadnât really known a time before her dad worked at the museum, and although small, she still gave every piece her full attention.Â
It doesnât really change all to often, sometimes a travelling piece comes in for a couple of weeks, but the permanent features still needed to be cared for. Joe ducked behind the reception desk, greeted John as he left his groceries on the floor before following his daughters noises deeper into the museum.Â
Hearing some familiar voices, Joe couldnât stop the smile on his face even before he fully came into the Egyptian area.Â
Rami was kneeling next to Beth, both talking a million miles an hour about the one mummy the museum has. They have a tradition to talk to the mummy as if it was a real person and quite often would make up stories about who they were and what they did. This time, sounds like the mummy was called Mary and she was a very pretty dancer.Â
âAnd-and-and she was really good at doing twirls!â Beth demonstrated to her godfather what she was talking about and stumbled her way through a twirl.
âWhat did you think of Bethâs twirl, Mary?â Rami stared up at the silent mummy before turning to Beth with a grin, âsaid you were magnificent, darlingâ. Beth squealed, blushing her way through a curtsy.
Joe hung back, leaning against the large doorway, happily watching his daughter and best friend interact. Truth be told, Rami was an important part of this rag-tag family. He helped Joe through his toughest times and loneliest hours, and when Beth started to ask questions about her Mommy and why she didnât come over much anymore, Rami would always distract the little girl and leave Joe some alone time. When Rami told him he was dating the cute veterinary nurse from down the road, Joe had been privately anxious - would this new woman pull Rami away from them? Would she not have time for Beth or Joe? Would he be alone again? But the moment he met Lucy, he knew he worried over nothing. She was brilliant, fitting in as if she had always been apart of the group and the three soon became a four.Â
He already had his best man suit picked out. He liked to be prepared.
After he broke up the little moment and he, Rami and Beth had wandered through to the little canteen, the events of last night came up again.
âMan, come on,â Rami had his arms wrapped around Beths waist, who was now dosing on his lap after finally giving in to the sleep her body craved, âLucy has his addressâ.
âYeah, but itâs a bit weird to turn up to the house of your daughters teacher just to âcheck upâ on himâ. Just so happened that the teacher was hot and he had a crush on him, but that was for a different crisis moment, âand anyway, what would I even say!â Throwing his arms up in the air, Joe leant backwards, plastic chair creaking as it was pushed up on to itâs two back legs.
âUm, maybe something along the lines of âHope your ok and that dick didnât hurt you too badâ?âÂ
âNah, sounds weird,â Joe stretched further, trusting the thin legs more than he probably should.
âWhy donât you just admit youâve been having wet dreams about him?â Rami shuffled Beth so she snuggled into his chest, freeing up one of his arms and allowing him to drink his room-temperature coke.
Joe spluttered, losing balance and crashing his chair back forward, checks red and eyes wide as he rapidly checked around the very empty room to make sure that the people who werenât there didnât hear that. âWhat the heck man!â
Rami just shrugged.
âNo, no, you know what, no, it was a stupid idea anyway and I shouldnât have even listened to you,â Joe crossed his arms and glared at Rami, ignoring his flaming ears.
âBut you did, because you want to go see Mr. Hotty and need an excuse,â Rami took another slurp from his drink as he stared down his best friend. They had known each other for ten years, there was no reason to play coy and pretend not to know each other's mannerisms. Like Joe shifting his eyes just over Ramiâs shoulder meant that he was right but Joe didnât want to admit it.
âTurning up at his house ainât cool though,â Joe mummered, ââOh yeah, hope you donât mind,ââ Joe began in a mocking voice, ââMy bestfriends girlfriend happens to work with your housemate and gave me your address because I think your hot and was wondering if youâd like to go get a drink sometime?ââ He finished with a pointed stare and arched an eyebrow.
Rami just shrugged again, âmaybe you donât have to go in so much detail and maybe some small talk before you ask him on a date, but yeah, thatâs the right ideaâ.
Joe just groaned, letting his head fall heavy on the table.
(Did anyone pick up on the tiny, one word cameo in this chapter?)
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Made a few lockscreen/home screen wallpapers of Ben Hardy! âşď¸
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It had been a few weeks since Gwilym had let slip about your marriage to everyone and the guys would not stop going on about it, especially Joe. The press tour was continuing in America this time and after a long flight with Joe going on about seeing all of the wedding photographs as soon as possible, you were more than ready for a soft bed to collapse on. You fall face first onto the plump duvet as soon as you enter the room and you hear Gwilym chuckle to himself behind you as he shuts the door, watching the bed bounce a little as the mattress adjusts to you.
âYou alright there?â he asks as he throws the hotel key onto the side with a loud clatter.
âFine,â you mumble into the sheet, âjust tired.â
âToo tired for a little fun?â Gwil asks as he lays down next to you and walks two fingers up your spine temptingly. You turn your head to face him as a smile creeps across your lips and when you meet his eyes he takes his bottom lip between his teeth as if to coax you into making the next move.
âHmm,â you hum, âwhat are you thinking about?â
He releases his lip and you watch the blood rush back to the small indent of where his top teeth sat on the pink cushion, then he licks his lips slowly as he studies your gaze that follow the path of his tongue.
âIâm thinking about the last time we were in a hotel room like this...â he trails off as he waits for a hint of recognition in your face as to what he was referring to, and when he sees your eyes light up he canât help but grin smugly, âyou know how much I loved watching you ride my thigh like that. Spreading your slickness up and down my leg made me so hard.â
âIs your cock getting stiff just thinking about it?â you whisper as your eyes travel down to his trousers to see the fabric straining already.
âWhat do you think?â he smirks.
âLet me take care of you then, my love,â you say as you lift yourself up and start to undo his trousers. Four loud knocks sound out on your door just as youâre about to set him free and he shakes his head vigorously as he places his index finger up to his lips for you stay quiet. Heâd been thinking about this since you were on the plane and had stepped over his legs to get to the toilet; hovering teasingly as you held onto his thigh to steady yourself, and there was no way he was going to let anyone interrupt.
â(Y/N)! Gwil! Open up,â the familiar sound Joeâs excited voice calls through the door. You look at Gwilym as your hand stays completely still on the rigid outline of his hard length and all you want to do is feel his skin against yours.
âGuys, I know youâre in there, my room is opposite, remember? I need to show you something! I- Oh wait, shit. Youâre doing it arenât you? Iâm so sorry! Oh my god I didnât even think, I-â
âWhat is it?â you ask as you open the door a fraction after Gwil finally gave up and nodded for you to answer before scurrying away to the bathroom.
âWell you took your time,â Joe winks.
âJet lag, darling,â you smirk.
âIf thatâs what you want to call it⌠Anyway, look at this,â he taps on his phone screen a few times then turns it to face you as a video starts to play.
âWhat the hell is this?â you ask as a cheesy romantic song starts to play and press photos of you and Gwil begin to appear as a slide show in time to the music. Your eyes widen with shock as emoji hearts are scattered around both your faces and Joe laughs at your reaction.
âThis, my dear, is a tribute to the love between you and the gooey eyed Gwilym.â
âDid youâŚ?â
âNo! The fans did,â he chuckles, âand this was posted even before he let slip about you two.â
âOh thatâs cute!â you grin as the video ends and another one starts, âhow many of these are there?!â
âHundreds, especially now. Anyway, this is only half of what I wanted to say. Can I come in? This is a little weird standing out in the hall...â
âOh, right, of course. Sorry,â you laugh as you open the door further and let him in. He heads straight for the bed and takes a seat on the edge just as Gwilym appears from the bathroom looking slightly flushed.
âThere you are! Thought (Y/N) had gotten rid of you finally,â Joe smirks.
âNope, just had a quick shower. Whatâs all this, then?â
âTake a look,â Joe grins as you hand him the phone just as another video dedicated to the both of you begins. Gwilymâs expression turns from confused to amused in a very short space of time and you both watch him laugh as the budget effects appear on the screen. When the video ends he immediately checks the comments and gives Joe a look when he sees something from him.
âYou comment on these?â he asks as he cocks an eyebrow at him.
âWell, sometimes,â he shrugs.
âUnbelievable,â Gwil sighs with a smile.
âAnyway, as I said to (Y/N), this is only part of the reason I wanted to see you both...â
âThe other part beingâŚ?â you ask.
Joe opens his mouth to speak then stops himself and smiles a wicked grin instead which makes both you and Gwilym start to worry.
âWhat? What are you thinking, Mazzello?â you panic.
âNothing. Nothing at all,â he sighs happily as he takes his phone from Gwilym and heads to the door, âIâll see you both soon.â
He exits the room and your anxious faces turn to one another as you wonder what suddenly popped into his head to make him act like that. Joe was unpredictable at the best of times and youâd all seen that look before when he thought of a ridiculous idea that he wanted to bring to life.
âThat was...odd,â Gwilym finally says.
âHow did you get on in there?â you ask, changing the subject quickly as you look over to the bathroom.
âWould have much preferred you in there with me,â he pouts.
You open your mouth to speak but the noise of both your phones going off at the same time stop you from acting on your intention to talk, and the two of you check your devices to see Joeâs instagram handle on the screens. Gwilym unlocks his first to see a photo of you and him posted to Joeâs social media with the caption âhands up who wants Gwilym and (Y/N) to recreate their wedding for us?â and thousands of replies already.
âYouâre joking,â he sighs as he shows you what the fuss was about. You laugh out loud at the thought of it, then start to scroll through the growing amount of comments and eventually look up at Gwil with a concerned look.
âYou do realise weâre going to have to do this, right?â you say.
âWhat?â he laughs.
âHave you met Joe?â you chuckle, âoh, and now Ben, Lucy and Allen are in on it.â
You hand Gwil his phone back to show them the comments from your fellow cast mates in favour of a recreation just for them and he rolls his eyes.
âWeâre going to have to do this,â he concedes.
lucyboynton1: we NEED this! Also, still waiting on those photos @y/nâŚ
benhardy: they arenât getting out of this one. When are you sending out the invites then Joe?
therealleech: itâs only fair, theyâve got an invite to mine ;)
Youâre not entirely sure how it came to this but you did know that it was all down to Joe and his campaign on instagram that had caused you to now be sat around a large table with your cast mates after having just âmarriedâ Gwilym once again. Fans had sent in numerous videos of the two of you, dedicated to both your friendship and romantic relationship, and youâd looked through all of them to choose a theme for this recreation. That had been a concoction of Joe and Lucyâs ideas because no one could decide on just one colour scheme or set of decorations, so they left it up to the general public and had you two decide on which one you preferred. It was something different to take your minds off of the constant travelling youâd been doing and sometimes, after a particularly long day, just laying in bed with Gwil and looking through the adorable videos were just what you needed.
âSpeech!â Ben suddenly cheers as he clinks a glass carefully with his knife.
âUh, I donât know about that,â Gwilym laughs, âcanât top the one I did at the actual wedding.â
âThen what about a speech from (Y/N)?â Lucy smiles as she gives you a wink.
âOh. I couldnât...â you mumble nervously.
âGo on!â Joe chimes in, âspeech!â
You look anxiously at Gwilym and he squeezes your hand reassuringly as he gives you the soft smile you fell in love with all those years ago.
âOkay. Speech it is then,â you grin as you stand up in your white lace maxi dress, âwell⌠public speaking has never been my strong point but here we go!â
You look around at the friendly faces surrounding you and sigh happily before beginning.
âWeâre beyond blessed to now have all of you beautiful people in our lives and weâre so glad we could share some part of our big day with you all finally. Now, to this guy...â you chuckle as you turn and gesture at Gwilym, âwhere do I start?! Iâm not a huge believer in love at first sight, but I imagine what I felt when I saw him walk into that party the first time we met was very similar. I knew he was the one for me when later on that same night he asked if I wanted to go and get chips on the way home.â
âAnd I knew she was the one for me when she said âyeah, as long as you chuck a battered sausage in with them as wellâ,â he adds as he giggles through his words. The table erupts with laughter at the story theyâd never heard before and he places his hand on your lower back as he looks up at you with baited breath while he waits for you to continue.
âGwilym has-â you pause as your emotions come bubbling up into your throat and your eyes start to sting with tears, âoh, wow, okay,â you say as you clear your throat and everyone looks at you with glistening gazes, âGwilym has this magic power that makes all my problems disappear as soon as he looks at me and I wouldnât be the person I am today without him.â
You rush the last bit then sit straight back down to hide your face in Gwilâs shoulder as your tears start rolling down your cheeks and everyone applauds you. He kisses your head over and over as he holds you tightly and tries to contain his own emotions.
âI love you, I love you, I love you,â he whispers.
can I ask for a Gwilym Lee imagine where the cast wants to recreate his and yn marriage?sort of based on your Gwil and Yn being secretly married imagine the cast all being super happy for the two,and starting this idea on Instagram,and scalating to make it real & I was watching all the YouTube videos dedicated to the bromance of the boys and I was wondering (based on your Gwil and Yn being secretly married imagine) that (before) and after the fans find out about them,there are lots of videos dedicated to them, and its just super cute and fluffy,and the cast even come along in some of the comments
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Ben Hardy Fanfiction | When I Kissed You p. 4
Chapter four: The hotel room
Chapters SONG: Breakfast can wait - Prince
Word count: 968 words.
Narrator's POV
Her eyes were heavy and her head pounded as if someone had hit her with a hammer.
"Wow, how much did I drink last night?", she asked herself.
She turned around on the bed and moaned.
"Good morning, Barbs"
Her eyes shot open.
Barbara's POV
"Wooow, why do I feel so offended by that look?"
Ben was standing in front of me, he was wearing a bath robe and held a glass of water with a hand, with the other he was passing a towel through his wet hair. My thoughts darted between WHAT THE FUUUUUU?! and IS HE WEARING SOMETHING UNDER THAT ROBE?!
I sat on the bed.
"Have you ever felt how a terrible hangover just slips away when something traumatic suddenly happens to you?", I told him, he scoffed.
"Seriously, should I be offended or...?"
"NO!", I realized I might have sounded crazy so I adjusted my volume "No, you surprised me because I'd forgotten you were here with me. But now I'm just happy it's you and not any... stranger", I shivered at the thought of sleeping with someone I barely knew. Not that I knew Ben for years, but you get me.
"Is that so? I'm no stranger to you, that soon?"
"After seeing your tribute to Marilyn Monroe from last night... no, you aren't", he cackled and covered his eyes. I could tell he was kinda embarrassed because he spoke his next words in a low, insecure tone.
"It wasn't like that..."
"You sang Happy Birthday Mr. President to Joe!", I stood up from the bed, took the glass from his hand and walked to the window pane. "While giving him a lap dance, by the way"
Below us, the street was packed with people as usual. Above us the sky was blue, it was such a beautiful day.
"Hmmm, and how was it?", he rummaged through his stuff while I was looking away. I was pretty sure he was naked back there.
"What? Your dance?", I chuckled sarcastically. "Honestly, I thought you were a good dancer, but boy that was terrible!"
"Maybe if I danced for you, you'd change your mind", he suggested from the bathroom.
"Yeah, thanks but no thanks", I muttered to myself. "Where's Joe, by the way?"
"His room." He'd come back to the bedroom, I peeked over my shoulder and saw him fully dressed in a grey sweater, blue jeans and a pair of black Vans. "More likely in the loo, throwing away all that vodka from last night", I snickered and that earned me a look.
"What's so funny?", he asked while leaning to connect his cell phone to the outlet.
"The loo", I mocked him. He raised an eyebrow at me and passed a hand through his wet hair. "God you're so immature"
I bit my lip to hold a cackle, I loved teasing Ben. Then remembered something.
"Oh, today's Paul's brunch, isn't it?"
"Yup", he eyed me and then said: "You're going there in that?"
I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going, Ben. I told you!" I plopped myself on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "My flight to LA is today"
He lied down next to me and hugged me by the waist. My eyes darted in his direction, Ben was looking straight at me with his head resting on his arm and his legs, one on the mattress the other with a knee facing the ceiling. Suddenly, I felt mad, he looked like a super model that early in the morning while I looked like a hungover potato.
"Your flight's until 6...", he purred. "And it's only 10 in the morning", his fingers traced circles on my side, then up my arm until his hand ended up on my cheek and his lips on mine.
His lips were gentle, seductive, his breath minty. I glided a hand over his chest and it hurt me that he'd put on a sweater because I wanted to touch him SO bad! Out of the blue, he flipped my body on the bed so he could have me straddling him. I stopped our kiss to look at him, he was looking right through me with those green eyes, those damn green eyes (Hannah Baker who?), I bit my lip trying to make a decision. I'd promised myself that the thing with Ben would be a one-night stand and nothing more than that but everything in him was SO tempting!
"Then we have plenty of time", my voice a whisper. He nodded and pushed his lips against mine once more. Our kiss was becoming hotter, hungrier when Ben slid his hands under my t-shirt and the door was kicked open.
"Benny? I feel like a total piece of shit!", Joe's whiny voice echoed in the room, he was covered from head to toe in a blanket, his face pale and sad. I thought he looked like a child looking for his mommy. Then he saw me and his face changed. "What are you doing here, you whore?!"
"I'll take a shower", I said to Ben and rushed to the bathroom.
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