#but those films are great for bedrooms and apartments. especially the design i picked out since its supposed to look like stained glass

[bootyful-seventeen]

it's snowing again and i'm hoping that it isn't gonna be a big one

[kissofthespring]

Title: Missing

Paring: Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Reader

genre: smut. & they were roommates.

Word count: 3.7k

warnings: degradation, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), choking, fingering, unprotected sex, praising, panty's stolen. (reader's), reader has a nickname. California!Iwaizumi. Time Skip.

@allieverwantedisadaddy​ asked:

Hii lovely 😘 how was yo day I was wondering if I could get 49 with iwaizumi from the nsfw list ?? Hope you have a wonderful week love 😚😘

::(more) nsfw/smut prompts

49. "I've been missing these panties for weeks, tell me why I just found them in your drawer."

100 Smut Dialogue Prompts

49) “You look so good on your knees like that.”

I wasn't sure which one you wanted, so I did both.

You were running late. Your first interview with this big firm and you couldn't find your lucky underwear. It was just one of those things; you had to have them. You took a deep breath and searched your drawer once more. Nope, the black lace and powder blue cotton panties were missing. A nagging thought enters your mind, and you realize it might be in your roommate's things. You had washed and separated the laundry, but maybe a pair had slipped in. You wouldn't be surprised; you had gotten a shirt before in the mix-up. 

You crept down the hallway and peaked your head into your roommate's bedroom. Meticulous and clean, you felt lucky, to be honest, you heard the horror stories of sharing an apartment with a man, but Iwaizumi Hajime had been a dream roommate so far. You stopped sneaking the moment you realized he wasn't home. His bed was made, and the only mess you saw was his apparent rush to get up and go to class this morning. A small pile of nightclothes, which you realized was just a pair of boxers. Pressing your fingers to your face quickly, you realized you were snooping too much and went for his chest of drawers. 

The black oak creaked as you opened the first drawer, good guess! His boxers were just sort of tossed in there. Oh, it felt wrong to look in here. You decided to be a s quick as possible in your search. At the bottom of the drawer was the exact pair of underwear you were searching for. Oh god! Did he even know they were here! Grabbing them, you quickly lifted your pencil skirt and pulled the panties on. There, that felt better. Fixing yourself quickly, you closed the drawer and left the room; hopefully, you'd leave him none the wiser to your escapade in his private space.

As you grab a piece of toast, you reflect on your luck in the roommate department. UC Irvine was the place to be if you were a Business Major, and you were close. A Business Law Major, you had picked up your 1994 Acura Integra and your favorite things and moved from San Francisco with your scholarship and a little bit of money you saved from working over the summer. While proud of you, your parents thought that closer to home would be better, but they seemed to calm down, especially after you moved in with Iwaizumi. They thought he was a great influence on you. An international student, handsome, and hardworking, the perfect role model even though you were the same age. You had answered his ad on the bulletin board on your first day, and the rest was history. A year and a half later, things were going great. You didn't regret a single minute of it.

Sure, there was that one time when he hooked up with your ex-best friend who was visiting you from college, Rhiannon, but you couldn't blame him; you were all drunk that night, and you had made out with the ultra-hot guy on the swim team. Not after he apologized to you for being loud, and then she complained that he got her off but didn't get off himself. It felt like she was bragging, and of course, when you learned that she only hooked up with him because you couldn't, it pissed you off. So you told Iwaizumi, he had promptly smirked then said, it was a one-time thing and would never happen again anyway. 

Still, you did see the kind of girls he brought home. Bombshells, with designer money. He had a type, and you thought that you didn't fit that at all. Slipping into your car, you quickly sent Iwaizumi a text message, 

[text: best roommate] Hey, when you get home, we have to talk.

You were walking in the door when you heard Hajime swear from his room. "Iwaizumi! I'm home!" You caught the tail end of his conversation, "Fuck off Trashykawa! I swear to god!" He leaned his head out of his room, a grin on his lips. "Hey, Tsubaki-chan." You blush, the nickname he's given you stuck over time, and you can't help it. Rubbing your right heel in your left hand, you wince a bit. "You wanted to talk? How did your interview go?" He's pulling on a shirt, and his hair is wet; he must have just got off the phone with his friend after his shower. You meet in the middle on the couch. "I was just curious." You said as you rubbed your feet, Hajime sat next to you and reached for your foot, pressing his thumb against the arch in a way that made you wiggle a bit. "So, I know we both do the laundry around here, and it just happens, but I was searching for this pair of panties for like weeks, and I finally found them in your drawer." His eyes widen, and he pauses his gentle massaging of your feet.

"When I did the laundry last," He muttered, finally meeting your eyes; his deep gaze made you lose your breath for a moment, "I meant to give them back to you, but... You had that guy over, and I didn't want to interrupt. I forgot. Sorry, Tsubaki." He continues massaging your feet, turning his head away from you. Grinning, you stretched and shrug, "You wouldn't have interrupted anything anyways..." You found yourself unable to finish the sentence, not with the way his hands worked your feet. 

There was a knot in your stomach; there was a tension of something unspoken between the two of you; just when you were about to make a move, his phone went off, "Mattsun! Hey, isn't it super early over there." As he slipped into his mother tongue and moved away from you, you collapsed against the couch with a sigh. Oh, that was close! Would things change if you two were to hook up? Fuck yeah, you couldn't be that dumb to ruin such a good thing. Could you forget the feeling of his half-hard cock against your leg, though? Probably not. You ran a hand through your hair and went to your room to change your clothes, settling on your sleep shorts and a UC Irvine tank top.

You were working on dinner in your tiny kitchen for the two of you, humming as you tossed the pasta in the meat sauce. Iwaizumi was leaning in the doorway, watching as you cooked. He took a step toward you and reached for the spoon that you were stirring the sauce with, "Can I have a bite?" The deep voice by your side startled you for a moment; you rose the spoon up to him, waiting for him to take a bite. As he did, you grinned, "Good, huh? I added a bit of sugar to the sauce." He hummed under his breath before nodding. "It's not half bad." You elbow his ribs, and he playfully winces, "I mean, It's great, Tsubaki." He steps away and sets the table for the two of you. As you two settle down and eat, he finally asks, "So, what happened to that guy?"

"He didn't get me off." 

It made your stomach drop to say that, but Iwaizumi's gaze didn't leave yours. "Then he's not worth it. Why do you go out with such shit, guys?"

"Why do you sleep with my friends?" 

"Touché."

You look up at him, biting your lip gently, "Maybe, we should just not date unless we both like the person..." He laughed before raising his beer to his lips. "Maybe... Wanna watch a movie? Celebrate your interview?" You nodded as you finished dinner and placed the plate in the sink. You'd get to it later. As you both settled in and clicked on a random movie, you both sunk into the couch, you pressed against one corner and him against the other. You with your wine glass and him with his favorite popcorn, it was a comfort thing. The horror of the film made you both curl up to the middle of the couch after a while. One well-placed jump scare made you move from your seat and straddle Iwaizumi's lap. His bowl of popcorn was set on the side of him; his arms wrap around you, holding you closely, your head buried into his neck. "I'm sorry, it just scared me." The deep rumble of his voice made your heart speed up in your chest, "It's okay, Tsubaki-chan." Iwaizumi's warm hand smoothed over your back, and you relaxed against his chest, gently realizing just how warm he was. He pulled you closer, shifting your weight a little bit so that you could lean against him better.

"Is this better?" 

You nod, biting your lip as his hand settled on the small of your back. You realized that you were straddling his lap in very little clothing. The angle of your body did very little to keep your chest from being pressed against his chest. Your hands pressed against his shoulders, you hear a moan behind you, and the two of you turn your attention to the TV. A love scene is playing; the main character, while in the middle of a horror movie, finally gets with his lover. The arms around you tighten a bit, your hips shift, and you hear a strangled noise in his throat. Something he tries to hold back. Oh, your hips now pressed against the growing tent in his pants. You're about to pull away when his hands tighten on your sides. Your eyes shift, meeting his; Iwaizumi's gaze is dark, his pupils blown, and his breath gives him away. 

"Hajime..."

The moment his name leaves your lips, you realize just how much your mouth is watering. Hearing his first name on your lips seems to set off a switch with him; he crushes his mouth to yours, stealing the air from your lungs. He presses your chest to his, your breasts smash against his pectoral muscles, holding your hips against his. You can feel his fingers on your back through your shirt, they were going to leave bruises, but you didn't care. 

When you started to feel dizzy, he broke the kiss taking a deep breath as he did so. You could feel every inch of Iwaizumi's body pressed against your own. The angle of your hips against his erection has him pressing a hand against the small of your back, glancing up into your eyes. His eyes are almost sheepish, but there's something else there. Something that makes you grind your hips against his. "Tsubaki, I want you. I have for a while now and this- Do you want this?" 

"Fuck..."

The word leaving your lips as his brow furrowed in confusion, as he takes in your expression, "Look at you, asking for consent. Fuck me, Hajime. I want you too." His eyes widen, and he lifts you in his arms before tossing you over his shoulder. "I'm going to fuck you so good, you forget all about the stupid little boy who couldn't make you cum, Tsubaki." His hand slaps against your ass as he carries you into his room. 

Your hands grasp at his back, trying to get him to set you back down, but it's the grey sheets of his bed meeting your legs that made you shiver. He looks so broad and big above you, standing at the edge of the bed. His chest is heaving as he tries to pull air into his lungs. His eyes flicker from your face to the rest of your body against his bed. "Fuck, Tsubaki... I'm going to ruin you."

"Don't just say it, Iwaizumi, do it."

His features changed, his gaze darkened, and the hand that was reaching for your leg stopped. The way he looked at you made your stomach clench in fear. Iwaizumi moves to climb on the bed, pressing his full body against yours for a moment. He fixes his knee against your dripping core. He presses against your sleep shorts and whispers, "Don't be a brat. I can roll away from you right now and fuck my fist instead, little one." The nickname makes you moan, and you reach for his shoulders, "Don't... Tease..."

His smirk grows on soft lips, and he presses his knee a bit harder against you. "Strip for me. Then we'll see what we can do." For incentive, he reached down and tugged his shirt off in one swift movement. His muscles were rippling as he did so, made your knees weak. You reached out to stroke his biceps, and he moved out of your reach, "Tsubaki, strip now." The commanding tone made a chill roll down your spine. You sat up a bit and tugged off your tank top. The blue material floated to the floor, leaving your chest bare to his eyes.

Iwaizumi sucked in a breath, licking his bottom lip with a laugh. "God, your beautiful." He moved a hand to reach for one of your breasts before popping the nipple into his mouth. You arched toward his touch, a gasp escaping your lips, "Haji-" He rolled the nipple with two fingers before moving to whisper in your ear, "Get on your knees, Tsubaki. I want to fuck your mouth."

You climb off the bed and kneel before Iwaizumi. His hand brushes against your hair before reaching down and lifting your chin. “You look so good on your knees like that.” His thumb brushes against your lips and presses against the seam of them gently. You part your lips as he presses his thumb inside your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it for a moment. He pushes his thumb against your tongue and roughly pulls you up a little bit. "Baby, baby, baby, you're so sexy down there." One moment, he was your roommate, and the next, you're kneeling before him half-naked on the floor. What a switch this was! But you couldn't bring yourself to mind it. It's the look in his eyes. The dark way he takes you in. He pushes his basketball shorts off his hips, his cock springing free. Your eyes widen as you finally see it. You can't help the saliva that pools in your mouth at the sight.

Iwaizumi's cock bounces up and hits his belly button. You try to sit back on your heels as you reach for it. Your thumb runs along the vein along the underside of his cock; it’s long and girthy. You could estimate the size, but you decided to just try to suck on him instead. You glance upward under your lashes, and he's smirking down at you, a soft red blush darting across the apples of his cheeks. With his golden skin, it looks beautiful. You kitten lick the head of his cock, drawing a soft sound from the man above you. You swallow as much of him as you can down your throat.

It doesn't surprise you that you can't take him all the way. You glance up at him as he pushes your hair out of your face and then rests his hand on the top of your head, "Relax, Tsubaki-chan. Relax your throat, so I can fuck it easier." It's then his hips buck upward into your mouth. You reach out to grip his thighs, nails digging in. Tears cloud your vision for a moment; oh, this shouldn't feel as good as it does. You still can't get him all the way down your throat, but you realize that's okay. Your hands make up for it, stroking him, using your spit as lubrication. One hand cups his balls, and he tugs you away from his cock by your hair.

The movement is rough, but he's looking down at you, tears rolling down your cheeks from when he touched the back of your throat. There's a moan that escapes his lips, and he grins. "What a good little slut you are. Still reaching for my cock, gasping from how much you fit into that little mouth of yours. What a good little whore. How wet are you, Tsubaki-chan? Do you want more of Daddy's cock?"

The words alone are making you shake. You lick your lips before reaching upward to brush the wrist of the hand that's currently in your hair, "Please, please, daddy." His eyes roll backward before he moves his hand from your hair to your throat suddenly. "Is this okay? Can I do this?" Iwaizumi asks for consent before he does anything. It makes your heart soft for him. Your press his hand against your throat more, "Please, Daddy. Do what you want."

Iwaizumi drags you close to his body by your throat, "Fuck, Tsubaki-chan... What I want is to squeeze just a bit more. What I want is to fuck you into the mattress. What I want is to mold that cunt of yours into the shape of my cock." He reaches down and strokes your slit with his big fingers. You feel yourself getting wetter from his words alone. He presses one finger inside, curling it gently toward your g-spot as he did so. "So pretty. So fucking pretty." He whispers as he fingers you slowly. Another finger is added, and he scissors them inside of you to get you ready for his girth. Your hips buck, and a whine escapes your throat when a third finger is added. "Sweet, sweet girl." He whispers against your temple. "Let go for me."

There's a coil of white-hot pleasure that's building behind your eyes. This feels so good. Too good. You buck against Iwaizumi’s hands, reaching for his wrist to try to pull him toward you more. His thumb brushes against your neglected clit, the bundle of nerves makes your back arch, your right at the edge of orgasm. His voice is what brings you over. "Cum for me, Tsubaki-chan. Cum for me."

You shake as you orgasm harder than you had in a long time. White floods your vision, and you curl away from the intense feeling of it. Iwaizumi doesn't let you. He quickly lines himself up with your entrance and pushes inside of you. There's a whimper that escapes your lips and a growl of fuck that escapes his as he presses his chest to your back, pressing a kiss to your spine. "You feel so good." You clutch the sheets below you as your body adjusts from the orgasm to the intrusion. The oversensitivity of it alone makes you moan softly. You press your face against his pillow, rutting your hips back against his. "Please, please... Daddy."

He groans, feeling your walls flutter around him. He's bottomed out entirely inside of you and just waits for your body to adjust to him. "Are you creaming on me already, Tsubaki-chan?" Vulgar words leave his lips, and you can't stop the moan that escapes your throat. Tears cloud your vision once again; he’s not wrong. You have climaxed again around his cock. He slides a hand up your front, lifting you until your back is flush against his chest. He nips at your ear before whispering, "Say something, sweet girl. I can feel the way your body is reacting; you were so stubborn before, say something." 

"Harder, Hajime. Fuck me harder."

His hand leaves your breast to tighten around your throat, his teeth nipping at your neck as he ruts into you. The angle is rough, and he almost regrets taking you for the first time in this manner, but you back your hips up against him more. You want this. You need this. It takes his breath away as you flutter around him. So close to that glorious orgasm, you start shaking. His balls slap against your clit from the angle and your whine. You’re about to reach down to play with it, but he beats you there. The hand on your hip previously finds its way to your clit; he presses his middle finger against it rubbing slow and methodical circles around it. He gets faster as your gasps grow. You tighten around him, and you feel the change in the angle of his hips. Canted in such a way that his cockhead brushes against your cervix. Tears roll down your cheeks, and you scream as you cum. He tried to cover your mouth with his hand as he pushes you through your orgasm.

He was going to try to hold his own back, but your body trembling beneath him brings him to his orgasm. He cums inside of you, lips sucking hickey's into your neck as he does so. His chest is heaving against your back as he curls his body into yours. Your weight is unable to be held up any longer, and you land on your side; he follows suit, still semi-hard inside of you. He reaches for your face and turns you toward him, "Tsubaki-chan... Do you want to keep going?" 

You nod once, "A little later, Hajime... Fuck. No one's ever..." His chin pressed against your shoulder. "I don't think anyone's made me cum like that before." There's a chuckle that escapes his lips before he presses his mouth to yours gently. "I didn't know I had a thing for being called Daddy until it left your lips. Do you need anything? Water, clean up?" He starts to move, but you reach for his arm, "Iwa, wait. Stay here, I just. I just need this. Hold me for a little bit." He chuckles before wrapping his arms around you and then softly whispers. "We're going to have to move your stuff or my stuff into one room."

"Are you saying that you don't want this to be a one-time thing?"

"I want to keep fucking you, so no. I don't want it to be a one-time thing, but we don't have to label it yet."

"Good, cause one fuck doesn't mean we're dating." 

He laughs before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "No, I'd say three fucks, at least."

You laugh along with him, the tension leaving your body, "Maybe four..."

"I think we can do that tonight..."

"We'll see, Hajime. We'll see."

[prayedtoyou]

overrated - read it on ao3

<<  when you get home, will you help me with a project?

>>  sure thing. i have to stop by the gas station on my way back, want anything?

<<  yeah, grab me some of those chocolate covered raisins that i like

>>  you got it. see you in 15

Dean had plans to go home after his three classes of the day to watch Netflix with his hand in his pants and eat pepper jack Cheez-Its until his stomach hurt, but he supposes it wouldn’t hurt to cancel those plans to help out his roommate for a few hours. Dean doesn’t often interrupt plans with himself, especially on a day where he doesn’t have any homework and he doesn’t have to show up for a shift at the salvage yard, but Cas is someone Dean doesn’t mind giving up a  few luxuries for.

Dean met Cas in their Design 101 class during freshman year. It was nothing more than a foundation class, one that Dean and Cas had to take in pursuit of their BFA degrees in film and television, and photography, respectively. Dean expected to jack off to the course by flirting with the fellow classmates while still paying just enough attention to pass the class and turn in projects and assignments on time, but when Cas started sitting next to him in the third week of the semester and heckled him about listening to the professor and taking better notes, Dean really started to buckle down and take it a little more seriously.

They’ve been friends ever since. They had late night study sessions during their first year when they were only an elevator ride away from each other’s dorm rooms. Their first college summer was mostly spent at the Biggerson’s just off SCAD’s campus where Cas served tables; Dean would come in to bother him, drink coffee, and take advantage of the free WiFi. They found an apartment they could barely afford just south of the metro area and moved in a week before the new school year started. They still have that same apartment.

This was to Charlie’s disappointment, at first. She had suggested moving in together before Cas had and Dean had been on the fence about it. He loved Charlie, they got along, she understood his nerdy references, they had similar taste in women--but he had been holding out for another photography major to make his move. She quickly forgave him when she met and later moved in with her girlfriend, Dorothy.

There was just something about Cas that set him apart from Dean’s other friends. It might have to do with how passionate Cas was about his classes and major; since sixth grade, he’s known that he would grow up to be a photographer for National Geographic so he could travel the world and take pictures of all his favorite creatures. Or it might have to do with his sense of humor--a little dark and always just flirtatious enough to make Dean wonder just how serious he is and whether or not he should laugh or take him up on his offers.

More than likely, though, it has to do with how attractive he is, how his smile is so bright it puts the sun to shame, how his laugh makes Dean’s heart swell up like a helium balloon, how he’s intelligent and eloquent, but also absolutely clueless about a lot of stuff Dean considers to be required life knowledge. Does most of that knowledge revolve around Star Wars, Back to the Future, and Indiana Jones movie references? Yes, but that’s beside the point.

And that’s what led Dean to living with the guy for going on three years, to spending entire days dedicated to showing Cas his favorite movies and shows, to picking up dark chocolate Raisinets on his way home from school, to walking into their apartment and calling out Cas’s name just like Ricky Ricardo.

Cas shouts back from the opposite side of the apartment where their bedrooms are. Dean finds Cas in his room, furniture pushed away from one wall and replaced with Cas’s favorite reading chair from the living room (that old, forest-green armchair that Cas found at an antique store on the Savannah River that Dean verbally hated, but secretly used when Cas wasn’t around because it’s about the most comfortable thing in the world), and a camera set up on a tripod facing the chair. Cas is wearing that white button down that looks especially good against the tan he got over the summer, the one that matches Dean’s after they spent several long days on Tybee Island right before their senior year started.

“So, what’s the project?” Dean asks, handing over the box of Raisinets. He curses at himself for forgetting to get a snack of his own while he was out.

Cas takes the box with a smile. “Thanks, Dean. This one is based on touch and what emotions it brings out in us, but we can’t have more than one subject in the shot. So, I need you to put this on.” Cas reaches out and drops a small black object into Dean’s palm.

It’s… a tube of lipstick.

“Uh, Cas? I thought we’ve established that I’m not really much of a model.”

Cas rolls his eyes, no doubt remembering the arguments they had on the river walk during their second year when Cas tried to shoot Dean for an assignment that ended up with them deciding that Dean would stick with filming and Cas would recruit performing arts majors to be his models. “I know, I'm not taking pictures of you, you’re taking pictures of me. I already have the camera focused and everything, you just need to put that on, give me a few kisses, and snap some pictures.”

Dean’s brain short-circuits. “K-kisses?”

“Yeah. I’m using lipstick kisses to represent my past relationships and how I feel about them touching me. Just cheek and forehead kisses. We’re not going to be Frenching or anything.”

“Oh.” Dean looks down at the lipstick, caught somewhere between disappointment and relief, wondering if it would be better or worse if these kisses were meant for Cas’s lips instead of the rest of his face. Would it even be right of him to take Cas up on this offer when he already fantasizes about putting kisses all over Cas’s skin? Would it be wrong for their first kisses to be over some project? “I don’t know how I feel about this, Cas.”

“About what, kissing me? They’re not even real kisses, you just have to pucker up like you're kissing your mom.”

Dean chews on his lip. Would it be so bad to take advantage of the situation and indulge in something he’s wanted since their second semester together? Shouldn’t he be a good friend and roommate and help Cas with his project, no matter the requirements?

Cas must see the uncertainty in Dean’s expression because he continues with, “Come on, Dean, we’re graduating next semester, we’re practically professionals. Are you really going to be embarrassed about a little lipstick when you could be filming HBO sex scenes a year from now?”

Dean looks back up at Cas. If he’s going to insist, who is Dean to tell him no? “Alright, asshole, I’ll do it. But you owe me.”

Cas smiles wide and, damn, Dean would wear lipstick every day if it meant Cas would look at him like that. “Okay, there’s a mirror behind you. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just put some on and lay it on me.”

Dean turns to find Cas’s mirror hung up with his portfolio. Photos are hung, tacked, and taped up from vacations, day trips, school projects, and family holidays. Dean is up there a few times: laughing on the opposite side of the table from Cas at Biggerson’s, a selfie of the two of them under the unflattering flash of a smartphone in a dark movie theater, the only good shot Cas got of Dean that day on the river walk, Dean asleep on the couch with a book folded up in his arms like a teddy bear.

Dean didn’t even know Cas took that last one.

He puts on the lipstick, ignoring the photos of himself. It’s definitely not as easy as he thought it would be--staying inside the lines was something he’s improved upon since childhood, but crayons are a lot different from makeup. He manages to swipe the color onto his face, grimacing at the taste of it.

When he looks back at Cas, all he gets is a blank stare and a slight nod. Feeling less than confident with deep red lips, Dean steps up to the plate.

“Where do you want it?”

Dean can hear the click of Cas’s throat as he swallows. He raises a hand, pointing to the knob of his left cheekbone.

“Here.”

Dean steps just a little closer. Cas is about his height, maybe an inch shorter, but it’s not even noticeable when Dean tilts Cas’s face up with a finger and thumb gently pinching his chin. He leans in and--smells Cas’s shampoo, notices the pores on his nose, finds trimmed whiskers along his cheeks--presses his lips right where Cas wanted them.

With the lipstick, Dean can’t taste Cas’s skin, but he can smell the face wash where his nose is sticking into Cas’s temple. Like pomegranates.

When he pulls away, he knows he’s blushing, but he has no way of hiding it, so he just smiles and says, “That’s a good color for you.”

Cas, a little pink himself, scoffs. “Just take the picture, Taylor Swift.”

Cas takes his seat, Dean steps behind the camera. He clicks the shutter button a few times, watching Cas’s face on the screen. He’s leaning his face up and slightly away, lips parted, eyes cast toward the door instead of the lense. It’s a great angle to show off that jawline of his.

Dean was never destined to be a model, but Cas looks just as good in photos as he does in real life. He knows exactly how to position himself, which light to use, how his face should look. He could model, if he ever wanted. Dean asked him if he would star in a short film Dean had to film, but Cas just laughed and said if he wanted to act he would have gone into performing arts.

“That should be enough,” Cas notes, and Dean realizes that he had taken way too many photos while thinking about Cas’s face. He backs away from the camera. “I’ll need a fresh layer for each kiss, so apply some more lipstick.”

Dean does as he’s told and goes back to Cas to kiss him again. This time it’s just above Cas’s right eyebrow. They go on like this a handful more times, until Cas has lipstick stains across his entire face. Each time feels like the first, and Dean has a harder and harder time removing his lips from Cas’s skin as they progress through the photos. Cas doesn’t seem to be as phased--he sits right down and assumes his pose. In each and every picture, Cas mostly just looks sad.

“Why do you look like that?” Dean finally asks after the sixth kiss, snapping pictures.

Cas unfurrows his brow and looks up from the floor. “Like what?”

“Like your dog just died.”

Cas cracks a small smile. “These kisses represent each of my exes and how I felt about my relationships with them.”

“They were all that bad?”

“They certainly weren’t good. After being cheated on, left for someone else, and dumped over text, I don’t exactly have fond memories of most of these people.”

“I remember when that dickhead Balth slept with that web designer. You didn’t leave the house for a week.”

“You took me to the Atlanta Aquarium and pointed at all the ugliest fish and said they looked like him.”

“And I was right. ”

When Cas smiles broadly, Dean sneaks in another picture. The shutter of the lense gives him away, but Cas doesn’t mention it.

“Remember when I watched 500 Days of Summer eight times in two days?” Cas asks. “That’s because Hannah kept telling me she didn’t want a relationship and ended up leaving me for someone who she got engaged to after five months.”

Dean chuckles low under his breath. “Yeah, I remember. I had to force you into the shower and then we went out for burgers.”

“And when Gadreel drunk texted me all the things he hated about me--”

“We toilet papered his frat house and went to a baseball game the next day. We got so sunburnt.”

Cas laughs at the memory and Dean captures it with the camera. He looks so much better like this, happy and covered in kisses from someone who actually cares about him. He deserves to be this happy for the rest of his life.

Cas sobers up and looks at Dean. His expression is soft, something closer to adoration than anything else. Dean wonders if he’s just amused  by the makeup.

“You were always there for me, Dean.”

Since Dean can’t take a compliment to save his life, he shrugs it off. “I was just trying to be a good friend. You did the same for me when Lisa and I broke up.”

They go quiet for a moment. Dean reflects back on the two weeks after their break up. Dean was drinking daily, taking whiskey in a travel mug to his classes, going to bars at night, falling asleep on the couch with a bottle in his hands. It took Cas several tries to get him out of his rut, first by asking Dean what was wrong, then by requesting that he eat something solid, and finally by whacking him with his rolled up yoga mat until Dean cleaned himself up and changed into some fresh clothes.

Dean had grumbled about it for a few days, but it was just what he needed. He couldn’t mope around forever and fall into a pit of alcoholism just because his year-long girlfriend finally got fed up with his shit. Cas spent extra time with him that month, changing his schedule and cancelling plans to hang out or do homework in the same room as him, occasionally reaching out to lay a hand on Dean’s shoulder or knocking their feet together to remind him that he wasn’t alone. It helped tremendously.

The worst part wasn’t losing Lisa, it was coming to terms with everything he had been trying to deny since he was seventeen. His attraction to men was something he first noticed when a new kid came to his high school and he fell for the linebacker build and honey-sweet Cajun accent. But after dating women exclusively his whole life, the last thing he wanted was for Cas to feel like some sort of experiment.

“What happened? With Lisa. You never told me.”

Cas catches his eye, but Dean directs his gaze away quickly, suddenly finding the curves of the camera very interesting.

“I, um… I wasn’t very good to her. I was kind of using her to get past a crush I had on someone, but it didn’t go away and she said she couldn’t keep living like that. Like she was competing to be my girlfriend. I don’t blame her one bit, she was right to leave me. I just thought, if it was just a crush, it wouldn’t be a problem once I was with someone else, but when I couldn’t stop liking them…”

Dean chances a look at Cas, who looks just as sad as he had in those pictures. His eyes are wide and it almost looks comical with all the lipstick kisses on his face.

“I realized it was more than just some crush,” Dean finishes lamely.

Every part of him wants to tell Cas. But what would be the point? The two of them will graduate and Cas will become the next most famous National Geographic photographer and Dean will be looking for work as a camera holder on low budget movies and shows that may or may not be cancelled halfway through filming. He could always turn to porn as a last resort, but he'll never make it as far as Cas and he’ll never make it with Cas.

In the beginning, he didn’t want to ruin their relationship. They worked well together, whether it was study sessions or getting back at exes or picking out mismatching furniture at second-hand stores. He worried about losing his friend. Now he doesn’t want to say anything because he knows he’s going to lose Cas one way or another, and it will hurt less if they don’t get involved with each other any more than they already are.

Cas takes a deep breath, processing the information. He searches the room. His eyes land back on the camera.

“I have one more shot to get.”

Dean blinks. It’s what he expected. It wouldn’t matter if Dean subtly tried to imply how in love he is with Cas or if he bluntly told him, he would always get the cold shoulder. It’s for the best, he tries to convince himself. Any other way would just end in a bigger heartbreak than necessary.

He turns back to the mirror. He finds the photo of him and Cas in the movie theater again. He can’t remember what movie they saw, but their faces are nearly touching and Dean’s arm is around Cas and he wishes more than anything that he’d taken the chance to kiss him back then. Because, what’s the quote? ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Does it count when Dean is, technically, in love, but just hasn’t voiced it yet?

With a new coat of lipstick, he faces Cas again. He’s standing in the middle of the room, right next to the camera, ready for his last kiss. Dean musters up all his fake confidence and closes the distance between them, standing just a little closer than he had before.

“And this time?” Dean asks.

Cas looks hesitant. Maybe he’s finally realizing that he should have chosen someone else to kiss him over and over again. Someone who he wouldn’t have to awkwardly live with afterwards. Someone who wouldn’t have made a straightforward project into something uncomfortable.

His hand comes up to his face. He points a single finger to his bottom lip.

“Here.”

Dean’s breath catches in his throat. He hunts for any sort of lie in Cas’s eyes, any indication that he didn’t want it, that he wanted to take it back. But Cas just looks right back at him, waiting, patient.

Dean fits the corner of Cas’s jaw into the center of his palm, runs his thumb across Cas’s cheek. A lipstick kiss smears under the pad of his finger, wiping into nothing but a blur, just like the memory of whichever lover that one was meant to be.

When their lips meet, Dean forgets about every single reason he didn’t let himself have this before. Everything in his head melts away until there’s just Cas and mouth and hands and Cas and Cas and Cas.

Cas doesn’t hold back. He grips Dean’s waist like a life raft in the middle of the ocean, opens his mouth and moans when Dean slips his tongue in. He takes everything Dean gives him. He moves his head aside when Dean trails his mouth along his jaw and down his neck, kissing and sucking and nipping at the skin. Dean pulls him closer, desperate to feel as much of Cas as he possibly can.

Dean feels like he’s shaking, or maybe vibrating, with need. Everything is tilting, moving, wavering around him. The lights could blow and he wouldn't even notice, he’s too wrapped up, too confused about which way is left or right.

Their mouths come together again and the world straightens out on its axis. They slow down, brushing their lips together the way pages of a book slide against one another. They take their time. They learn the way they move with each other.

Eventually, they part. Not to gasp for breath, but to rest their foreheads together; to align their hearts. Between them, Dean can smell Cas’s toothpaste and taste the lipstick.

“We should do projects together more often,” Dean concludes humorlessly.

“I think we should skip the projects and just make out,” Cas counters.

Dean pulls back to laugh quietly at Cas, but then sees his face. Cas is covered in lipstick, all around his mouth, his chin, across his jaw, down his neck. The makeup follows the patterns of Dean’s kisses, right down to where he had sucked Cas’s earlobe into his mouth.

He lets loose, practically wheezing at the state of Cas’s face. Dean’s must look similar, because Cas erupts into laughter too and they both sink into each other, bodies convulsing in their arms.

“Come on, come on. One more picture,” Cas begs, pulling out of Dean’s grasp and positioning himself on the chair. He couldn't wipe that smile off his face if he tried, and it looks like he isn’t putting in any effort at all to push it away.

Dean presses the shutter button three times, hoping at least one of them is a good shot, before diving around the camera to pull Cas into his embrace again.

The lipstick ends up on chests, wrist, bed sheets, and hips, but they don’t mind. They might even keep the tube for another time.

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Boston Boy - Chapter 13

Kate and Chris followed the realtor around the two-story penthouse apartment.  They were on the very edge of Tribeca with a great view of the Brooklyn Bridge.  They had spent the last week looking at apartments. It had been three months since they had found out they were going to be parents.  Chris had had to deal with some previous obligations, so their moving in together had been delayed some.

Scott spent a lot of time in New York, so he had been keeping Kate company.  The press had gotten wind of Kate’s pregnancy.  One of the nurses at the hospital in Florida had leaked the information to a local station.  Then the twenty-four-hour news cycle had picked up the story while Kate and the Evans’ family were in the air flying to Virginia.  By the time they landed, the whole world knew Chris Evans was going to be a dad.  His family had been shocked, but excited.

Kate’s family, however, hadn’t been pleased.  They were worried that their daughter hadn’t been in her relationship long enough and that she didn’t truly understand what she was taking on. Chris and Kate had spent a solid three hours with the serious grilling her parents had dished out.  Chris had sworn (multiple times) that he was going to take care of Kate and their baby.  In the end, they were still worried, but a little less so.  The trip to Christmastown at Busch Gardens with both families together had been helpful assuaging the Allen’s fears some.

Since the news broke, the paparazzi had made it their mission to get as much as they could about Chris’s baby mama.  Kate was almost constantly hounded for pictures and information.  Her family was contacted on a regular basis. Even her biological father had been tracked down.  That hadn’t gone over well with Kate. Especially since the man had tried to contact her.  She had had a complete nervous breakdown over it which landed her in the hospital overnight. Lisa had come to be with Kate since she could get there faster than anyone.  She had stayed with Kate until Chris had gotten there.

Kate had also been worried about everything affecting her new job, but Danielle had assured her not to worry about it.  Chris gave her as much advice as possible.  He had decided to ask Megan to help Kate out so she didn’t have to deal with the press hounding her. Kate was in almost constant contact with his publicist and had quickly become friends with her.

When Chris had finally come to New York to stay for a while, he and Kate had had their first true argument.  He had lined up apartments to look at that were well out of her price point. She hadn’t found it fair that she couldn’t pay her half of the rent.  After yelling at each other for over an hour and running April out of the apartment, they had finally come to a compromise that he would take care of the rent and she could pay the utilities.  So, here they were, following the realtor around their fourth apartment in three days.

“This one has five bedrooms.” Lacy the realtor said. “The view of the Bridge from both of the terraces is just gorgeous! The kitchen has all the best, state of the art appliances.” She led them around the wall and into the living room. “And just look at that view from the great room!”

“It’s beautiful.” Kate said.

“The fireplace is fully functional.  Gas, of course.”

“Of course.” “And this…. This is my favorite feature!” Lacy led them back around the wall into the kitchen and did her best Vanna White impression to show off the huge bookcase that framed the stairs. “I remember you mentioning having a lot of books, Kate.  This would be perfect for you.”

“That’s pretty unique.” Chris said, admiring the bookshelf as they walked up the stairs.

“This apartment is unique.  Each bedroom has its own bathroom.  Even the guest bedroom on the first floor.  The master bedroom is just grand!  So much room!  You have a walk-through closet with plenty of storage space.  And there’s a bedroom right across the hall from the master.” Lacy’s eyes drifted to Kate’s baby bump. “Perfect for a nursery.” Kate rolled her eyes at Chris and he squeezed her hand. “The terrace is just up here.” Lacy led them up another flight of stairs and opened the doors to the private roof terrace. “It’s so cozy, yet so open.”

“And it has a hot tub.” Kate said.

“That’ll be your best friend after you give birth.  Trust me.” Chris squeezed Kate’s hand again to keep her from snapping at the woman. “You’ll need that escape for some mommy/daddy time.  So, what do you guys think?”

Chris looked at Kate. “I love the view.”

“It’s beautiful.” Kate agreed, heading back inside and down to the master bedroom.

“I’ll give you two a minute to talk.” Lacy walked out of the room.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Chris asked as she explored the walk-through closet, opening and closing the closet doors. “This place is great.  It has plenty of bedrooms for when our families come to visit. There’s that huge terrace with grass for the dogs on the first floor.  That kitchen is exactly the one you were hoping for.  That cool built-in bookshelf by the stairs is amazing.” He took her hand and led her to the room across from the master bedroom. “And she may be sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, but she’s right about this room being perfect for the nursery.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his hands on her bump. “I can just picture the crib right there and your glider right there….”

“It’s a lot of money.” Kate said. “Hey, we talked about this.  You’re not supposed to worry about that.”

“I know.  I know! I just feel so guilty….”

Chris shook his head and turned her around to face him. “No guilt.  Ok?  My little family here deserves the best and if I can provide that for you guys, I will.” Kate beamed up at him. “What?”

“You called me your family.”

He shrugged and gave her a lopsided smile. “Well, yeah.  You and Jelly Bean…. You’re my family.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to know if Jelly Bean is watermelon pink or blueberry blue?”

Chris laughed. “I’m sure.” He kissed her quickly. “So, what about this place?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His face broke out into a huge grin and he pulled her to him. They both laughed as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her out of the bedroom.  Lacy was waiting in the kitchen, scrolling through her tablet. “We’ll take it.” They both announced.

 *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Scott and Kate stood side by side watching the movers maneuver the couch into place while Gally and Dodger checked the new place out.  Chris had gotten Dodger while in Savannah filming and Kate had instantly taken to the sweet dog.  Dodger had been staying with her in New York while Chris had been gone. Poor Gally had been annoyed at having to move, then having to put up with a new dog, and then having to move again. Dodger had been good for the older dog, though.  He got Gally to move around and explore.  He was also super protective of Kate.  He had quickly figured out that she was pregnant and had taken it upon himself to be her protector.  Sometimes he wouldn’t even let Chris near her.

The movers looked over for approval and Scott directed them to adjust the couch slightly to the right.  This had been the routine all day.  The living room was the last of the rooms to get furnished.  Kate and Chris had gone to Ikea (at her insistence) to furnish the apartment.  Scott had tagged along and helped pick out the furniture.  He had even helped design the closet of Kate’s dreams.

April walked into the kitchen with a large box and set it on the counter. “That’s the last box.” She announced before turning to look out the windows. “Man, this place is awesome and I am super jealous.”

“It’s not like you won’t be making use of one of those guest rooms as often as possible.” Kate joked.

“Of course, I will!  At least until the baby gets here.  Then I’ll just skip the screaming-through-the-night thing.”

“That’s cheating.”

“That’s life.  Do you want help unpacking your pots and pans?” “I haven’t even figured out where everything should go, yet.”

“So, that’s a no?”

“For now.”

“Breather?” Scott asked, gesturing at the newly set up living room. “Sounds heavenly.” Kate followed Scott and April and took a seat on one of the recliners. “When does Chris get back?” April asked. “Tonight.”

“Of course, he missed the moving in part.” Scott joked. “Leaves all the heavy lifting to the girls.”

“Not very Captain America of him.” April laughed.

“Oh, he’s not getting entirely out of it.” Kate assured them. “I’ll make sure to leave some boxes for him to unpack.”

“Don’t lift anything heavy.” Scott warned. “You know you’re not supposed to.”

“Hence the leaving stuff for your brother to do.” Kate sighed and rubbed her bump. “You know that sneaky bastard actually bought this place?”

“Really?” April asked.

“Yes.  He didn’t tell me until afterwards.  Now he wants to negotiate helping pay the bills.”

“Kitty Kat, you should just let him.” Scott said. “My brother likes to take care of the ones he cares about the most.  I think you kind of trump the whole family now.”

Kate laughed. “I doubt that.  I could never trump y’all’s mom.”

“Ok, that’s true.  But seriously, don’t stress yourself out over money.  I know you like to be all Miss Independent, but just let him win that battle. You’ll both feel better for it in the long run.”

“He’s not your sugar daddy.” April said. “He’s your partner.  Let him be your partner.” Kate sighed. “Fine.” She pushed gently on her stomach and rolled her eyes when she felt the funny bubbles speed up. “This one is having a dance party.”

“Can I join in?” Chris asked from the entryway.  Kate turned to see her boyfriend standing there with a grin on his face, petting the dogs as they competed for his affection. “I left early because I hated leaving you to move in to our place without me. Oh!  Don’t get up!” He rushed over to kneel down and kiss Kate before she could move any further.

“Hi,” She breathed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

“Hi.”

“And on that note,” April stood up. “I’m heading out.”

“You don’t have to go.” Kate insisted.

“I do.  I’ve got a deadline tomorrow and I’ve still got some things to finish for it.” She blew Kate a kiss. “I’ll call you later, lovebug.”

Chris squeezed in next to Kate and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she put her legs over his. “The place is looking good.”

“Thank Scott.  If there’s anything you want to move, just move it.” Kate said. “I’m not stuck on the floorplan.”

“I am!” Scott said, offended. “I worked hard telling those movers where everything needed to go.”

Chris laughed. “I think it looks great.  We’ll leave it the way it is.” He leaned in and stage whispered to Kate, “For now.”

Scott threw a pillow at his brother. “That’s it.  I’m leaving, too.”

“Oh, stay!” Kate protested.

“Nope.  I’m giving you two time together.  But don’t think you’re getting out of baby shower planning.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “Can’t you just give me presents without the fanfare and the corny games?”

“Hell no!  My sisters, my mother, April, and I have plans.  The Evans family has been waiting a long time for this.” He clapped Chris on the shoulder and kissed Kate’s cheek before walking out.

Chris looked at Kate, running his fingers across her temple and through her hair. “Hi.”

She pulled him to her and kissed him deeply. “Stop leaving me.”

“I promise you’re coming with me for the next trip.”

“Which is the Civil War premiere?”

“Yep.”

“Are you sure you want me to go?”

“Are you kidding?  Of course, I want you to go!” “It’s just…. We haven’t really done anything in the public eye and I know you’re private and….” She trailed off when she noticed his patient smile.

“Babe, it’s not like the world doesn’t know who you are.  But even if they didn’t, I want you there with me anyway.  I want to show you LA and I want you to be a part of my life.  All of my life.”

Kate sighed. “There’s also another factor that makes me nervous.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll be escorting a whale around.”

“Shut up.  You’re not a whale.” Chris put his hand on her swollen belly. “You’re absolutely gorgeous and the doctor says that you’re actually not gaining as much weight as you should be.”

“I know.  I’m losing it.  My mom says she did the same thing with me and my sister.”  

He smiled at her. “So Jelly Bean is really moving around in there, huh?”

“You can’t feel it?” Chris shook his head. “You will eventually.  Right now there’s a party going on in my uterus.  Pretty sure Jelly Bean got a DJ for it.”

Chris laughed and leaned down to speak to her stomach. “Hey, kiddo, keep it down in there.  Mommy needs some rest.”

“I think he or she is excited by all the moving around I’ve been doing today.”

“Then we probably should just be very still and not add to it….” Chris started to pull away with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Shut up and take me to bed.” Kate said. “I’ve missed you.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Chris leaned down and swept her up into his arms.  She squealed and laughed before begging Chris to put her down.  He relented at the stairs and followed her up, both of them stripping their clothes off as fast as possible.

When they got to their bedroom, Chris was happy to find that Kate had already gotten the bed set up and he pulled her to him as he sat down on the mattress.  She stood in front of him in just her underwear and he placed his hands on her bump. He leaned forward and kissed a trail from one side to the other.  Kate reached down and lifted his face to her.

“You are so beautiful.” Chris whispered against her lips.

She pressed her lips against his and climbed on top of him.  He held her against him as he worked to get her bra off. Her breasts, which had already been voluptuous, had filled out some and he brought one of her nipples into his mouth. She groaned, eyes fluttering, as she ground down on his growing erection.  Her nerve endings were much more sensitive these days and pregnancy sex was mind blowing.

Chris switched to her other breast as he palmed the globes of her ass.  Her head fell back and her nails raked through his hair.  His fingers dipped into the front of her panties and he groaned. “So wet.”

“No more foreplay.” Kate growled.  She stood up and got rid of her underwear before yanking his off.  Chris fell back onto the bed and Kate climbed on top of him. He let out a guttural sound as she sunk down on him.  She began to rock on top of him and he grabbed her hips to help her keep her balance. Curses and moans fell from their lips as she rode him fast and hard.  He sat up suddenly and turned them, popping out of her.  She got on all fours and he took her from behind.  She let out a yell as he entered her again at the same time he flicked her clit harshly.  There were no sheets on the bed for her to grab, so her fingers dug into the mattress as she grasped for something to hold onto.

“Fuck.” Chris cried.

“Chris, harder.” Kate begged.

“I don’t want to hurt the baby.” “You won’t!”

“But….”

“Baby, please!  I’m almost there.”

Chris growled and started to pound into her, still holding back some.  He shuddered as he felt his balls tighten just before he spilled into her.  A moment later, her orgasm hit her and her walls clamped down on him.  He fell forward, his chest against her back. They stayed still as their bodies shuddered and began to recover from powerful finishes.  After a long moment, Chris pulled out of her and they both collapsed to the bed.

When Chris finally found his voice again, he looked over at Kate. “Are you ok?”

“Are you going to ask me that every time we have sex?”

He chuckled. “Probably.”

Kate reached out and placed her hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb against his beard. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Good.” He kissed her palm. “So, are you ready for this?”

Her eyes widened. “You’re ready to go again?”

Chris let out his loud, energetic laugh. “Fuck no!  I meant are you ready to live with me?”

Kate laughed. “Yeah.  I think so. This experience can’t be worse than the last one, right?”

“Was the last one Asshole McGhee?”

“Yes.”

“Oh yeah.” Chris nodded. “This will be a piece of cake compared to that.”

 *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Kate grumbled to herself as she put the dishes in the dishwasher.  For the third night in a row, Chris had left the dinner dishes in the sink.  They had been moved in and living together for three weeks now.  Learning the other’s ways was a chore.  

Kate hated leaving messes in the kitchen.  Chris didn’t mind leaving the mess until the next day.  

Kate did her laundry the way her mother had taught her by separating everything out.  Chris just threw everything in the washer at once.  

Kate used coasters to keep from having to clean rings off of surfaces. Chris had apparently never heard of coasters.  

Kate kept things well stocked.  Chris would drink out of the carton or pitcher and put it back with only a tiny amount left in the bottom.

“He’s been a bachelor for so long, I think he’s forgotten his manners.” Kate muttered.

She wasn’t a complete domestic angel, though.  

Loose hair had always made her sick to her stomach, so she never cleaned out her brushes or the shower drain.  Chris had had to clean the drain out once already and it was starting to pile up again. She also took up a whole side of the shower with her bath products.  It amazed him how many shampoos, conditioners, body washes, face washes, and shaving creams one woman could have.  And that didn’t even cover the hair products and hair tools she used! Those took up a whole cabinet of the vanity.  Her makeup took up all four drawers on her side of the bathroom vanity.  She also had feminine products taking up one drawer on his side of the vanity.  Every time he stepped foot in their bathroom, he wondered where the hell she had kept all of it in her garage apartment.

“Hey, babe!” Chris called from the living room. “Come watch a movie with me.”

“Not right now.”

“Please?”

“I’m busy right now.” She lowered her voice. “Doing the dishes again.”

Her boyfriend walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter. “Finish the dishes tomorrow.  I promise it’ll be worth your while tonight.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she rolled her eyes.

“You are literally a horny frat boy.”

He scrunched his face up in confusion. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“I’m still debating.  Why don’t you help me finish the dishes?  Then I can come watch a movie.”

“Ok.” Chris sighed and pretended to roll his sleeves up.  He completely missed that she was slightly annoyed with him. Once they were finished, she leaned against the counter for a moment and rubbed her belly.  Chris watched her with a concerned look. “You ok?”

“Yeah.  Just…. Ate too much and Jelly Bean is protesting the smaller space.” She gave him a small smile. “I’m going to go put on some PJs and then we can watch a movie.”

“Ok.” He leaned down and kissed her gently. “I’ll get the movie ready.  Will you grab me a pair of sweats while you’re up there?”

“Sure.” She mounted the stairs and took them slowly.  After changing into a pair of yoga pants and a big sweater, she threw her hair up into a high ponytail and grabbed a pair of Chris’ sweatpants.  He was taking his clothes off as she came back downstairs and tossing them in a pile next to the couch. “Are we watching a movie or making a porno?”

Chris laughed loudly and shook his head. “Well, I was planning to watch a movie, but if you’re interested….”

“I most distinctly am not.  That’s the last thing we need is a sex tape of us floating around out there.” She tossed him his pants. “Did you make popcorn?”

“We just ate.”

Kate blinked at him for a moment and then gestured at her belly. “I have no control over what this one craves.  Start the movie and I’ll make some popcorn.”

“I can make it.”

She waved him away. “I’ve got it.  Just start the movie.” Kate walked into the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets to pull out some popcorn.  She tossed it into the microwave and watched it turn around and around.  By the time she was finished, the movie had already started.  She narrowed her eyes at it. “What is this?”

“That movie you said you wanted to watch.” Chris said, taking a handful of popcorn as she sat down.

“This doesn’t look like a movie I want to watch.”

“Yeah.  It’s 28 Days Later.”

“Huh?”

“You said you liked it.”

“I never said I liked 28 Days Later.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve told you I don’t do scary movies.”

“I know.  I thought it was weird that you wanted to watch this, but….”

“I don’t want to watch this!”

“You said you did!”

“I said 28 Days, Chris!  I wanted to watch 28 Days!  The Sandra Bullock movie!” She looked at the TV where zombies were starting to attack. “Fuck!  Turn it off!”

“It’s just a movie, babe.” She surged to her feet and walked out. “Kat!” Kate slammed the popcorn bowl down on the kitchen counter and marched up the stairs. Chris turned the movie off and followed her. “Hey, stop!”

“No.”

“What’s going on with you?”

“I don’t want to watch a horror movie.  Especially a zombie one!”

“Ok. We won’t watch it.”

“Nope, we won’t because I’m going to bed.”  

“Ok. What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”  

“You’ve been edgy with me all night.”

“Yes I have.  Glad you finally noticed!”

“If you have something to say, then say it.”

“I don’t like the way you do things.”

“What?”

“You’re such a frat boy and I’m done debating about it.  I don’t like this Chris!”

“Babe….”

“Don’t babe me.  You never do the dishes.”

“I helped you do them tonight.”

“Because I asked you to.  I have to ask you to help with them!  You always just leave them in the sink and don’t rinse them or soak them or anything. That shit just gets caked on there and makes it harder to clean!  It takes five minutes to rinse them and put them in the dishwasher!  And you’re messy!  I feel like I’m always cleaning up after you.  I’ll have to go clean up your clothes in the living room!”

“I….”

“And what the fuck is up with you putting empty shit back in the fridge? Why can’t you just throw it away and add it to the grocery list?  Why is that so hard for you?  It’s common fucking courtesy.”

“Well, you’re no fucking picnic either!”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re so god damn OCD about every little thing!  Lighten up!”

“I’m sorry if I like things clean and orderly, Chris!  I didn’t know that would be such an issue!  And don’t tell me to fucking lighten up!  You lighten up!”

“And how hard is it to clean the shower drain?  It’s just some wet hair!”  

“It makes me physically ill to even think about loose hair!  And with the amount of throwing up I’ve been doing carrying your kid, sorry if I don’t want to add any more to it!”

“I didn’t ask you to carry my kid!” Kate’s eyes widened in shock and she slammed the bathroom door in his face, locking it tight. “Fuck!” Chris knew as soon as the words had left his mouth that he’d pushed it way too far.  He hadn’t meant to get so angry and he really hadn’t meant what he’d just said. “Kat, I’m sorry!”

“Go away!”

“Please open the door.” “No!”

“Please, Kat.  I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He sat down on the floor and leaned his back against the door, banging his head against it once in frustration as the tears fell down his cheeks.

Kate sat down on the edge of the bathtub and cried into her hands.  She hadn’t meant to snap at Chris.  She had been frustrated with him and then before she knew what was happening, she had exploded.  She had meant to be rational when she was ready to talk about her issues with him, but hormones had gotten the best of her.  Things had escalated too quickly.

“Baby, please open the door.” Chris said.  His voice sounded horse and it cracked with emotion. “Please?”

“Why?”

“I didn’t mean it, Kat.  I really didn’t.  It was a stupid fucking thing to say and I didn’t mean it.”

Kate sighed and opened the door.  Chris hadn’t been expecting it and fell backwards.  He winced as his head bounced off the tile. “Oh!”

“Ow.” He looked up at her and chuckled. “Guess I deserved that.”

“A little bit.” She reached out to help him to his feet. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

“I shouldn’t have let it escalate like it did.” He pulled her to him. “I just love you so much and….” “What?”

“What?”

“You….”

“Oh.” Chris pulled away slightly to look down at her. “I said it.”

“Yeah.”

He grinned. “Felt kinda good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You mean it?”

“From the moment I met you, it’s been on the tip of my tongue.  It felt really good to finally say it out loud.”

“You’re not just saying it to get out of trouble?”

“Hell no.  I mean every syllable.”

“Good.  Cause, you know, well…. I do, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to actually say it?”

“Maybe.  Maybe I need some incentive.”

“Like….” He leaned down and kissed the spot on her neck just below her ear. “This?”

“Mmm….”

“Or this….” Chris moved his lips further down her neck, lightly biting her collarbone. “Closer.”

“How about this?” He reached up and gently held the sides of her face, taking a moment to look into her blue-green eyes. “I love you, Kat.”

“I love you, too, Chris.” She reached out and pulled him closer.  He brought his lips to hers and her insides melted.

After a long, breathless moment, Chris placed his forehead against hers. “I’m so sorry, Kat.  We need to start talking more openly instead of tiptoeing around each other.”

“I know.”

“Can we promise not to let our issues build and build till we explode again?”

“Well, I can try.  Honestly, my hormones got me there and I overreacted.  Once everything passed, I realized how stupid we sounded.”

Chris chuckled. “I’ll give you a pass for hormones.”

“Fair warning: I’m gonna use the hell out of it.”

He leaned down and kissed her again, rubbing his hand against her belly. “I’m happy you’re the one that’s carrying my kid.  I can’t wait to meet our little Jelly Bean.”

Kate smiled against his lips. “Take me to bed, soldier.  There’s makeup sex to be had.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Chris lifted her into his arms and carried her through the closet and back into the bedroom.

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Lessons from Ben Cardy; Ben Hardy x reader ft. Joe Mazzello

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well this idea had been buzzing around in my head for months. I kid you not months on end since a certain video of when Joe Mazzello not only did the Ben Cardy but also included the real Ben Hardy himself. So I decided to do this little fic since I managed to FINALLY get some free time in my hectic schedule but this will be the last update for awhile cause I’ve got a convention this weekend, my sister’s wedding the next weekend and then finals the following week but hopefully by the summer I’ll be back to do tons more updates and work on those requests to the anons who sent them back during my winter break. I PROMISE!!!

So in the fic you will literally find no warnings just PURE FLUFF AND GOOEYNESS OF MORE FLUFF!!! Hope you all love this cause I sure as heck enjoyed writing it :)

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The sun peered in through my curtains of my bedroom.  I let out a groan and turned to the side of my bed and saw the infamous cutout of Ben Hardy laying on my bed.

“Oh Joe I’m gonna kill you!” I hissed under my breath.  I shot out of bed and grabbed the cardboard and trudged out of my room and banged on Joe’s room and cried out, “Joseph Mazzello III you get your ass out here right now!!” The door soon opened and as soon as Joe saw me with Cardboard Ben he said.

“Whoa (y/n) long night?”

“Shut up you little shit! I know you implanted this thing in my bed.” He gasped and took the cutout back and said as he stroked it’s head.

“How dare you? She didn’t mean that Benjamin. She’s just cranky in the mornings, you’ll get used to it.”  I shook my head at him and said.

“Joey, it’s a piece of cardboard that looks like him.”

“You’re hurting your boyfriend’s feelings (y/n)!”

God how I’ve put up with Joe Mazzello after all these years I’ll never know, but again my life would’ve been boring without him.  As a kid while most girls wanted to be pop stars, princesses or movie stars, I had an interest in fashion.  By the time I was in high school, I got involved with my school’s theatre department and always got involved with the costume department.

In college I majored in fashion and got an internship at the best shopping centers in New York City.  Soon my works got viewed by magazines and Hollywood that I had actually been offered to do the costumes for an upcoming B movie.  I worked my way up until finally I was called up by Steven Spielberg himself to do the costume work for his and Tom Hank’s new project “The Pacific”.

I think that out of any decade that I would say would be my favorite is the 1940’s just because of the simplicity of their fabric and designs.  Plus I’m a sucker for a man in Marine uniforms.  And it was through The Pacific that I met and became friends with both Joe Mazzello and Rami Malek.

Every day with those two was an adventure and full of laughter and stories.  Joe had told me how he worked with Stephen back when he was a kid for Jurassic Park, of course me being me I freaked out because I practically grew up on that movie and watched it religiously. 

Even after the show wrapped, I kept in contact with both Joe and Rami and I soon got involved with bigger film projects, hell if you’ve seen Guardians of the Galaxy, I helped design the Ravagers, Gamora’s, Ronin’s and Nebula’s costumes.  Then one day I was on break after doing the 2nd GOTG movie, I had gotten a call from Graham King the Producer of a new Queen biopic that he was planning to do and asked to see me.

I agreed because this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.  Along with the 1940’s, I always loved the outfits that the actual band members of Queen wore.  They just gradually changed with the era and it was just amazing to see them evolve with it.  I met with Graham, even got to meet with Brian May and Roger Taylor themselves and they were impressed with my work and happily welcomed me on board as the head costume designer.

So I flew out to England to where we would be filming and as I was getting myself set up, I actually gotten a big surprise that day.  I was at my station pulling out and organizing all my sketch books and labeled to which band member would be in which book, when suddenly I felt something tickle my waist.

I let out an almost inhuman shriek and when I turned around I saw two very familiar faces.  It was Rami and Joe.  I gasped and let out a cheer as I hugged Rami who was closest to me.  He picked me up and spun me around laughing joyously before setting me down when Joe piped in.

“Oh I see how it is (n/n) good to know where your loyalties lie.”

“Shut up you little shit and get over here and hug me.” I had told him.  He then picked me up and spun me just like Rami did. They told me that they had gotten the led roles as Freddie Mercury and John Deacon respectively, and when I told them I would be the head designer for the project, they were so happy for me just as happy as I was for them.

The three musketeers reunited at last.

As the filming went on, I also got to get close with the two other gentlemen playing Roger and Brian.  Gwilym and I had a lot in common in favorite authors and plays since I had done some Broadway work before being signed up onto Hollywood, and Ben…..

Ahh Ben Hardy.  That loveable man.  I mean it was hard to not get along with Ben, he was sweet, kind-hearted, a great listener, and had a great personality. And it seemed that the more time I got to spend time with Ben, the more my feelings began to develop for him.  And of course with Roger’s well-known wardrobe choice, it made it so hard to stop a blush from beaming on my face, especially when it was an outfit where it would show his chest.

Of course Joey being Joey knew immediately of my little crush on Ben and every day would tease me about it while in his John Deacon get up, either dropping the accent or using it.

After filming ended and I went back to the states, Joe had actually invited me to stay with him for a while.  Since living in New York was so expensive, he offered for me to stay in his home.  He says it was because he missed his ‘bestest friend in the whole wide world’ and wanted to spend time with me, but I think he just wants more opportunity to torment about my feelings for a certain blonde Brit.  He even went as far as to buy a cardboard cutout of said Brit and bringing it back after the press tour in Tokyo.

Of course he spread the ‘Ben Cardy’ all over Instagram and the fans were going nuts over it.  After having to do two big projects back to back I’ve decided to take a year off work so I guess it’s good that Joe offered me to come live with him, cause if I hadn’t I’d probably be evicted out of my apartment.

Now back to the present, I rolled my eyes and muttered.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Aww you know you love me.”

“Do I know that?” I teased as I headed to the kitchen.  As I got me a bowl of Coco-Puffs, Joe came into the kitchen and said.

“C’mon (n/n), why can’t you just say?”

“Say what?”

“You love Ben.” I dropped my spoon into the bowl and said.

“Why must you be so nosy about my love-life Joey?”

“Because I want my two best friends to get together and name me the godfather of their future children.” I shook my head at him and that’s when he said, “But seriously (y/n), you’ve been pining over Ben since the start of filming. Anytime he was even mentioned you’d blush like a lobster.”

“But Joe…..even if I did confess, you know that I’d…..how would I go about being a good girlfriend? This is whole new territory for me. And I’m ashamed.”  I felt Joe come up behind me and wrap his arms around me, hugging me from behind. 

Yeah it’s true. In my 26 years of living, never once did I have a boyfriend.  It just seemed that no guy ever wanted to go out with me, meanwhile all my friends were losing their V cards by the time they were 16.  Then I guess I got so involved with my growing career that I just didn’t want to go into the dating scene.

“There’s no need to be ashamed (y/n). You just needed the right partner. And I think Ben’s that partner. He’s your lobster.”

“Did you really just quote Phoebe Buffay?”

“Damn right I did. Wait here for a second.”

“Oh my god Joe can’t it wait till I have my cereal first?”

“Nope!”

“Ugh! Then you owe me breakfast for this when it gets soggy.” It was then Joe came back with Cardboard Ben in tow.  “No, no, no! I’m not practicing with a cardboard cutout of him!”

“Too late chickadee, now come into the living room and sit on the couch next to dear old Benjamin.” I groaned but followed his order and sat down a couple inches away from where Joe had Cardboard Ben sitting.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“Trust me it’ll help you for when the real day comes. Now talk to him.” Joe ducked down behind the arm of the couch but kept Ben adjusted.  I faced Ben and said.

“Hey Ben,”

“Yes love what is it?” Joe spoke, mimicking Ben’s accent and that’s when I broke and said.

“Gah I can’t do this Joe!”

“Yes you can, pretend I’m not here keep going you’re doing great.” He said as he peeked his head out from the couch.

“Joe—”

“Don’t chicken out you wuss!” He demanded which led me to sigh heavily.  “Ben?”

“Yes darling?”

“There’s—well I have uhh……lately I…..”

“It’s okay (y/n), you can tell me, you know I’d never laugh at you.” I looked up at the cutout and could almost swear that it really was Ben speaking to me.  I took a deep breath in before exhaling out.

“Imighthaveharboredacrushonyousincefilmingstarted.” I rushed out.

“Love I couldn’t understand you, what was that?”

“I…..might have….harbored…..a crush on you Ben. No I—I like you Ben. I mean really, really, really like you.” I felt my face burning up and that’s when Joe spoke up in Ben’s accent.

“Wow (y/n) I’m honored that you feel that way about me,” oh god why did I feel like there was a but coming in. “But,” I knew it. “I unfortunately have another waiting for me.” I lowered my head when I heard Joe say, “A strong, handsome brunette man with an American accent, not Welsh of course. He’s the man of my dreams.”

“Joey!” I whined out.

“Sorry I had to. Gwilym and Ben are having their little buddy-bromance story all over Instagram and I’ve gotta do better.” He said as he got up from behind the couch.

“Nice to know your relationship with Ben is more important than mine.” I snapped at him. I felt Joe sit beside me and wrap an arm around me and he said.

“I’m sorry, but you know Ben will love you. I mean how can someone not fall in love with someone like you? From day one since Rami and I met you all those years ago, we knew you were someone special. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, the youngest and most fashionable fashionista that I know. And if Ben can’t see that, then he’s a dick.” I felt Joe tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and I smiled softly.

“Thanks Joey, what would I do without you?”

“Be all depressed and focused solely on your work.” I slapped his arm making him cry out in pain and collapse onto the floor crying in pain in such a dramatic way.

“That didn’t hurt.”

“Yes it did, you’re so mean!”

“Oh get up yah big baby.” I pulled him up and that’s when I was suddenly thrown over his shoulder like a sack of flower. “Gah Joe put me down!”

“Nah I don’t think I want to.” He then spun around and I gripped onto the back of his shirt tightly and said.

“Joseph Mazzello I swear I’ll hurl all over you if you don’t put me down right now!” He set me down and I adjusted myself trying to make myself more presentable. “Remember you owe me breakfast now because I’m betting you $20 that my cereal’s gone bad.”

“Fine lets head over to Dunkin Doughnuts and get us something and I’ll even throw in a Starbuck for you.” He said as he extended his hand out.

“Deal.” We shook on it and then went to our rooms to get dressed and head on out. 

A week later, the BoRhap cast was back together for a little reunion just before the award seasons start.  We all decided to head to the best karaoke bar this side of New York had.  We reserved our table and ordered our meal and looked through the song book to see what kind of songs they were allowing.

“Oh guys check this out they have an entire section of Queen songs.” Gwilym said.

“Ohh what all do they have?” asked Lucy.

“They’ve got pretty much everything.” He answered.

“All except Bohemian Rhapsody.” I replied.

“Aww why don’t they have it?” whine Lu.

“I think I read somewhere the reason they banned it was because last time a group of guys tried it, a fight broke out as a drunk man tried to stop it and the person who was the front man started a fight with the guy. But then again it could also be because they don’t allow six minute songs.”

“Well I pity their wives if they think six minutes is forever.” Answered Rami.  We all laughed and the inside joke and Joe and I high fived Rami for speaking up about that.

As the night got late, some of us like me were a little tipsy while others were completely wasted e.g. Joe.  Joe had just gotten done singing “Purple Rain” by Prince and of course he dedicated it to Ben.  I couldn’t help but film the whole performance and hearing him screech out the lyrics, it was hilarious and now I had some blackmail on him because during one point of the song, he had actually tripped on the wire of the mic but still kept singing.

Lucy and I did a duet of Rick Springfield’s “Jessie’s girl” I sang a couple lyrics of the first verse before she finished and we both did the chorus together.  Jumping up and down to the beat and leaning up against each other and then we’d flip roles for the next verse and it continued to that formula. 

As Alan was singing “Love of my life” to his lovely wife, I was sitting at the bar getting my next drink when I heard Ben’s voice say.

“Wonderful performance up there.”

“Please it was all liquid courage. I hadn’t done karaoke in years. In fact ‘Somebody to love’ was my first Queen karaoke song back in what was it—middle school? No High school, no wait definitely middle school cause I had a bunch of kids looking at me weird because they had no idea who it was that I was singing to.”

“Seemed your middle school was clearly uneducated in the music department.”

“Tell me about it. All they listened to was their rap music.” Ben laughed softly and there was a bit of silence between us till he finally spoke up.

“Do you remember during the second week of shooting, the day Joe dared me to try and dip him?” I laughed and said.

“How could I possibly forget that?”

*Flashback*

I had just gotten Joe’s jacket on him for the scene where Freddie tries to reconcile with the band in Miami’s office.

“Thanks (n/n) you’re the best.”

“Anytime Joey.” I walked out of the set and watched from behind the camera as the boys ran their lines.  But for some reason one of the records that hung up from the wall kept falling down.  I was surprised that no one had broken character cause I was about to die laughing.

It was then Graham decided to call a break while they tried to fix the falling record.

“Hey Ben, I wanna try something!” Joe cried out.

“What is it Joe?”

“Dip me.”

“What?”

“Dip me, you know the dance dip. I’ve never been on the dipping end of it and I want to try it.”

“And why must it be me to dip you? Why not Rami or Gwil?”

“Rami’s too deep in character and Gwil’s twiggy arms might break.”

“Thanks mate.” Gwilym pipped in sarcastically.

“C’mon Benny please, just this once.”

“Alright, alright come here then.” And it was there that Ben took Joe in his arms, wrapped one arm around him and bent him backwards. Joe let out a playful swoon.

“Ohh Benjamin you’re such a divine dancer.” I rolled my eyes at him as he looked straight at me when he said those words. As Ben lifted Joe up it was then Gwil said.

“Wait, I’ve got a better idea to make this a bit more interesting.” It was then he grabbed an apple from the concession stand and held it up.

“No, no, no that’s too much!”

“Aww c’mon Joe it’s no different than a rose.” I teased him.

“No because he’ll just focus on the apple and drop me on my head!”

“Mate I promise I won’t drop you.” Ben assured him.

“You promise?” Joe asked skeptically.

“I swear it.” Ben vowed.  Joe turned to Gwil who still held the apple.  His brow quirked up as he extended his arm out to Joe and Joey took the apple and placed it in his mouth and got back to position one with Ben.

With our phones, Gwil and I took pics of the progression and once Ben took hold of the apple, he set Joe back up before taking the apple out of his mouth.

“Please tell me we got some good shots of that?” proclaimed Joe.

“I got you.” I proclaimed as I handed him my phone and he browsed through the pics.

“Send those to me.” I gave him a thumbs up and that’s when I heard him say, “Okay your turn.”

“Wait what?”

“Go on it’s your turn to be dipped by Ben Hardy.”

“Joe that’s really not necessary—”

“If I can do it, then so can you. Hey Ben care to take on a new partner?” I was then shoved towards Ben who steadied me.  I looked at Joe who gestured for us to get on with it. I turned to Ben and he said as he took my hand in his.

“I promise not to drop you (y/n).” My heart raced as I stared at Ben’s face.  Even with the famed “Roger Taylor” shades blocking his green eyes from my view, it still made him look absolutely handsome.  And the shoulder length blonde wig (although I do wish they had given him the same hairstyle Roger did have during this time, I saw a quick glimpse of it from an album cover they recreated and he looked handsome with the mullet look Roger had at the time). I gulped and nodded to Ben as I tried to calm myself down but that’s when Joe proclaimed.

“Wait! Wait I’ve got a better idea!” He then went over to one of the flower pot props and pulled out one of the fake flowers and held it out.

“No! No, and no Joe! Absolutely not!” I proclaimed.

“Aww c’mon (n/n), it’s no different than an apple.” He reversed my words and threw them right back in my face.  He grinned at me wagging the flower in front of me.

“I could strangle you right now.” I grumbled.

“I’d still haunt you in the afterlife dearie.” He mocked. I growled and took the flower and placed the stem between my teeth.  Oh god I can’t believe I’m doing this; god Joe is always a little shit and I swear he’s going to—

Oh, oh my god here we go Ben’s dipping me. Wow he has such a strong grip.  Not even some of my old friends could dip me like this without complaining.  Feeling his hand sprawled out along my back and his hand gently gripping mine made my stomach churn and my heart jump from my chest to my stomach.

I then saw him lean closer towards me to grab the flower. ‘Oh my god he’s leaning forward to grab the flower from my mouth.  Oh shit c’mon (y/n) just be cool, keep calm keep calm!’

As he reached for the flower, I could feel just a graze of the blonde wig tickle my cheeks and soon I was no longer holding the flower but Ben was as it lay there between his teeth and he gently set me up right. Even after bringing me back right-side-up, he forgot to let go of my waist.  The two of us looking at each other but it was soon broken by Joe’s voice.

“Okay that was hot I’ll admit that.”

“Too pure and yet passionately erotic.” Stated Gwilym.

“Okay guys we’ve got everything reset. Hopefully that record will stay for the take. Let’s wrap this scene up.” Graham called out.  It was then the guys left to go back into Miami’s office set.  Ben handed me the flower and I took it as he walked passed me.

“That boy has some skills even I didn’t have, I’ll admit that.” I jumped and turned to see Roger standing behind me.

“God Roger no wonder why Brian hates it whenever you sneak up on him like that. You’re like a freakin cat, we’ve gotta get you a bell or something.”

“That would ruin my look, so when will you finally admit it to yourself darling?” I turned to the legendary drummer and said.

“I’ve got nothing to say. Ben and I are just good friends, that’s all. Strictly platonic.”

“Uh-huh sure keep telling yourself that, love. But I can tell you this, he definitely doesn’t shut up about you. Always asking me for advice on how to woo you into his arms.”

“No he doesn’t.”

“Give yourself more credit dear, you’re a beautiful young woman. Hell if I was 50 years younger I’d definitely try to ask you out.” I laughed and said as I turned to face the old drummer.

“I’m flattered Roger, really I am. But from what I’ve heard he just got out of a nine year relationship. And I doubt he’d rebound to someone like me.”

“(Y/n) we need some help! One of the newbies screwed up the measurements for Freddie’s officer uniform!” I heard one of my assistants call out to me.

“Duty calls, see yah later Rog.” I then rushed over to help re-measure the uniform and re-worked on it just before Rami had to get into costuming with it in.

*End of flashback*

“That was probably the most interesting day on set.” I admitted.

“Yeah, but it was also one of my favorites.” He said.

“Because you and Joe got to make the fandom go crazy over the Hardzello shipping?”

“Well partly.” I looked up and saw that he had moved a little closer to me.  His arm was placed around the bar behind me, if he wanted he could’ve placed his arm around me and pulled me close to him but he didn’t.  “Truthfully (y/n) I never thought that I’d get the courage to do this but I might as well do it now while I still got the nerve.”

“What? Ben I’m confused what are you talking—”

“I love you.” At that point my heart stopped.  “I’ve been in love with you since the day I got to know you. I mean Rami and Joe have told Gwil and I loads of stories about you, but getting to actually know you face to face. Their stories don’t do you justice at all.”

“Ben you’re drunk you don’t know…..”

“No I do. I’m still sober enough to know what it is that I want. And what I want is you. To hold you, to kiss you, to make you breakfast in bed. I love you (y/n) (l/n).” I swallowed and lowered my head feeling the tears in my eyes.  “You don’t feel the same way do you?”

“No, no Ben it’s not that. Hell even Roger himself saw how crazy I was about you. I love you too Ben it’s just—” I sighed heavily and lowered my head in shame.

“What?” I felt his index finger and thumb raise my chin up so that I was forced to look into his hypnotic green eyes. “What is it love?”

“You and your ex were together for almost a decade. Meanwhile I’ve never once had a boyfriend in my over two decades of living. Hell I’ve never even kissed anyone. I feel like such a loser and you shouldn’t be exposed to someone with no experience in the dating spectrum.”

“I’m not looking for experience (y/n). It doesn’t matter to me whether you’ve had a relationship in the past or not, all I want is you.” His forehead touched mine and I almost collapsed to my knees right then and there.  “And I’d be honored to be your first everything. Now and in the future to come.”

I smiled happily and allowed a few tears to slip down my face but they were immediately caught by Ben’s thumbs as he wiped them away as he said.

“I love you (y/n).”

“I love you too Ben.” He leaned in closer toward my face, his nose brushing against mine. His lips faintly grazing mine as he whispered.

“May I kiss you love?”

“What if I screw it up?” I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out.

“Don’t think of it, just do what your heart tells you to do, okay?” He looked directly into my eyes and I tried to calm myself down before nodding.  Ben’s lips once again grazed over mine with the lightest of pressures until finally he kissed me.

My stomach exploded into knots and mad moths, I felt this tingle shoot up my spine and my toes curled as I just went for it.  I wrapped an arm around his neck, stroking my fingers through his sleeked, blonde hair.  After giving me one final peck he muttered.

“How was that?”

“Is it normal to feel like your stomach’s going to just explode when you have your first kiss?” Ben softly chuckled and said.

“Yeah. Cause I felt it just now.” I smiled and that’s when Ben kissed me again.

This time the kiss had a little more passion to it as I felt one arm wrap around my waist bringing me as physically close to him as possible, while his other hand cupped the side of my face stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“YAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS BENJAMIN!!!!” We heard the drunk scream of Joe scream out into the microphone. “IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU TWO GOT TOGETHER!! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I’VE BEEN KEEPING THIS SECRET OF YOUR BOTH!?! FOR FUCKING EVER!!!” Ben and I looked to Joe and he said to him.

“You happy now Joe?”

“Just know this Benjamin Jones. You break my girl’s heart, I’ll kick your ass so hard, you’ll be as flat as Ben Cardy. At least he treats her well.” Ben turned to me and I explained.

“He’s been putting your cutout in my bed for the past several weeks. He even had me practice confessing my feelings for you by practicing with him.”

“But let me assure you something darling,” he cupped my face with both his hands and leaned towards my ear and whispered huskily, “Cardboard Ben will never be able to dip you like I can.” Suddenly I was dipped just like on the second week of shooting.  I let out a series of giggles as Ben leaned forward and kissed me doing that famous kiss dip pose.

*Extended ending*

I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms out before turning to my right and felt the familiar piece of cardboard lying beside me.  My eyes shot open and I let out a groan as I muttered.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me.” I clicked my tongue once before saying to Cardboard Ben, “Hi, yeah hi, yes. I know you always gotta come back here. But listen up okay, you listen to me mister.” I pointed to him.  “I get it, okay I know you must feel some kind of physical chemistry for me, for whatever reason and we’re only human…..Well I’m only human. But this can’t happen anymore, okay? I’m sorry, goodbye.” I turned to my left and that’s where the real Ben Hardy was lying.

Both his hands resting behind his head, the top of my head just barely grazing his strong bicep.

“Oh my god—” I squeaked out.

“Hey baby girl.” He cooed out.

“Hi.” I said bashfully.  I hummed awkwardly before saying, “You good?”

“Yeah I’m great.” He said as he pulled me closer to him, my head now resting on his chest.  I felt my face heat up and I’m pretty sure I was blushing as red as a lobster if not a rose right about now.

“Good.” I squeaked out.  Ben kissed my forehead and hummed as his nose stayed at the crown of my head.  “Uhh Ben,”

“Hmm?”

“What about umm…..” I gestured towards Cardy B. Ben looked at the cardboard cutout of himself and said.

“Sorry mate, she’s taken.” It was then reached over and flung Cardy Ben out of the bed.  I looked up at him and he looked down at me.  I grabbed the top of the sheets and as Ben bit his lip, I pulled the sheet over us covering us from view and that’s when we heard Joe say.

“Did you have to fling him off the bed?”

“He was eyeing her for too long.” Said Ben as he pulled me closer to him and we kissed each other.

“Alright keep it PG you two.”

“You started this Joe, and now you must suffer by letting it run its course!” I cried out.  Ben and I then began to ruffle the sheets making it seem like we were fooling around as I let out a few lustful moans.

“Augh gross! I’m not continuing with this anymore!” We then heard the door shut and both Ben and I poked our heads out from the blanket and I said,

“Think he bought it?”

“Well one way to find out.” He pulled me close to him and I felt his face bury into my neck.  I giggled as he began to kiss up and down my neck.

“Ben…..that tickles!”

“Oh really? Does it tickle when I do this?” I then felt his fingers dig into my sides which made me squirm even more.  He got on top of me still continuing his ticklish assault as I begged him to stop while trying to shove his hands away from my sides.  He ceased his attack and said with a grin, “Say please.”

“Please.”

“Now say uncle.”

“Uncle.” I giggled out.  He smiled down at me before capturing my lips with his in a soft and loving kiss.  I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him closer.  

Our kiss got deeper and more passionate until the need for air became a problem. As we separated, we stared into each other’s eyes and I said breathlessly.

“How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I should be asking you that my love.” He kissed my brow and lay back down on his back. I crawled up onto his chest and lay my head over his heart while his arms wrapped around me and I felt his hand stroke down my hair.  I felt him kiss the crown of my head and I heard him humming “Somebody to love” I smiled and said.

“You know that’s Joe’s song right?”

“Yeah, but it’s also your song. You did say that Somebody to love was the first Queen song you sang at your school’s karaoke.”

“How do you remember that? We were drunk when I confessed that.”

“Even shitfaced I’d still remember what you’d say.” I awed at him and nuzzled into his chest and felt him kiss my head again.  “I love you (y/n).”

“I love you too Ben.” We pecked each other’s lips gingerly and just stayed in bed for the rest of the day cuddling, watching Netflix and of course Ben had to start another tickle fight the sneaky bastard.

But I’m happy to finally say that all because of getting lessons from a cardboard cutout and the persistence of a true friend, I finally got the man of my dreams.