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heysweetheart-writes · 1 year ago
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Bohemian Rhapsody (Movie 2018) Actor RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ben Hardy/Joe Mazzello Characters: Ben Hardy, Joe Mazzello, Lucy Boynton, Rami Malek, Gwilym Lee Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Single Dad Ben Hardy, Lovers to Friends to Lovers Summary:
A one night stand turns into a long distance friendship after commitment-phobic Joe ghosts Ben for a while. They are each other's longest and deepest relationship. But, something other than an ocean between them keeps them from being together as more than what they are now. Just friends.
Hello! It's here! I finally finished two chapters of this which is when I promised I would start posting so here goes!! I want to post the next chapter next week and ideally I'd have some of chapter three down by it if not all of it. 
Would love to hear from you! 
Let me know if I should make a tag list again. 
Miss you all.
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writeyourownlifestory · 5 years ago
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Can I throw an idea out there? Having young kids in the house (whichever ones you want to include!), there’s rarely any peace and quiet. It’s been a particularly tiring day for the pair so with the guards down, they realize a moment too late, that it’s a little /too/ quiet. Joe and Ben race around in search of their kids only to find the mess they’ve made while unsupervised. Possible mess ideas: older sibs give younger sibs haircuts? Coloring on the wall? Baby powder/products EVERYWHERE?
“It’s quiet,” Joe muttered from where he sat. He and Ben were being lazy -- a first for the two in what seemed like forever He couldn’t remember a time when they could just sit back and relax. Not when you had four kids all under the age of seven.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Ben mentioned, nuzzling closer to Joe. 
They weren’t fooling around or trying to be frisky. Honest to God, the two grown men just wanted a nap. They both had terribly busy schedules and deserved a bit of a break every now and then. They never got one, because thats life and they’re adults, but in a rare moment, they’d be able to find peace. 
Joe pondered on this for a moment, though the nagging voice inside his head said something just wasn’t right. 
“Ben.” He spoke louder. “It’s quiet.”
“And?” The Brit mumbled from beside him.
“Our house is never quiet.” 
“They’re probably playing on their iPads or napping. Stop overthinking.”
Joe thought about it for a moment, about closing his eyes and embracing the silence but that voice just continued to poke and fester inside his head. With a groan, he pushed off the bed and away from his husband. 
“Where are you going?” Ben demanded. 
“I just need to check it out, all right? Gimme five minutes.” Joe told him, though Ben was already wrapping himself up in their blanket. 
Going from their room, Joe went up and down the hall, checking all the bedrooms. The twin's room was empty, as was JJ’s. Joe was curious, wondering if they had snuck downstairs to the sitting room to watch a movie, but decided to check Clara’s room first.
The little girl was singing softly as she went around her room, speaking softly to her siblings as they were all lined up. “Hey. You kids having fun?” Joe asked, walking deeper into the room. “Oh my god!”
Gone were the adorably clean faces of his children and in replace were the horrific creations that came to life from his daughter’s hand. “Clara! What are you doing?” 
“We’re playing makeup,” Clara told him innocently. 
In the middle of the room sat a pile of used and abused makeup compacts. Powder. Lipstick. Foundation. All high-end products like Estée Lauder, Chanel, and Fenty. 
“Where the hell did you get all this?” 
“Aunt Lucy,” Clara answered softly. 
Joe knew his best friend made a few trips a month to Sephora but there was no way the woman would have given all of this to his daughter, even if they did play with the makeup every now and then. 
“Clara said we’re pretty!” JJ told him, his face as colorful as a clown. 
“You’re beautiful bud. Oh my god!” Joe yelped at Taylor pulled at his pants, his own face sparkling in the light. “BEN!” 
“Am I in trouble?” Clara asked quietly. “We were just playing. They were having fun!” 
“What?” Ben asked, appearing in the doorway. “Oooh lord. This . . . practicing your skills, Clar-Bear?” 
“Oh my god, don’t joke.” Joe hissed. “We don’t have makeup remover.” 
“We don’t even have makeup. Where did all this come from?” 
“I think she took it from Rami’s house. Oh my god, Daisy.” Joe picked up the small girl, whose cheeks were bright red. “I think it’s bath time. Oh, come on!” Joe groaned as the baby nuzzled his cheek, staining him as well. 
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benhardypout-archive · 5 years ago
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Same Joe! I squealed seeing Roger posted this!
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bohrapbois · 4 years ago
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Not that we discussed this (?) But Hardzello keeping their relationship on the dl for years but they invite Brian and Roger to the wedding and Brian just can't keep quiet 🤭
Oh my GOD this is UNFAIR it’s my WEAKNESS
681 Words of fluff and love 
Ben was going to kill whoever was pounding on the door. Didn’t they know he’d gotten married, and obviously very drunk, yesterday? He grumbled curses under his breath as he shuffled over to the door, ready to give the poor soul on the other side of the hotel door a piece of his mind. He swung it open dramatically, face already one of annoyance and anger, only to find his long time friend and best man Andy looking pale and scared, shoving his phone at Ben.
On the screen was Brian May’s Instagram. A selfie video, Roger crying in the corner as Brian prodded at the screen until it turned around and showed Ben and Joe had their first married kiss up at the alter yesterday. No doubt, if the audio was on, it’d be of the loud cheering and crying of their closest friends and family who filled the church yesterday. 
They’d managed for years to keep their relationship on the down-low, avoided paparazzi and interviews, even went on fake dates to get people off their scents, only for Rock Legend Brian May to do the most proud dad thing ever and post a shaky video of them. And it already had an eye-watering amount of likes and comments. No way they could sweep this one under the rug
“Oh, shit” Ben both loved Brain and hated him right now. Guess he and Joe would be the ‘it couple’ of Hollywood for a while. 
“Is your phone on silent?” Andy started moving into the room, Ben still staring open-mouthed as the video looped over, again and again, their tear-filled smiles now broadcasted all over the internet.
“I… ugh, yeah, didn’t want to be disturbed, either of us, you know?” Ben followed Andy into the room like a dog on the leash.
“What’s happening?” A sex-tired American drawled from the wrecked bed, and Ben snapped out of his shock.
“Well-”
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After about the hour long panic attack the happy new couple had and the apologetic visit of Brian and Roger in which they all forgave each other, Joe and Ben had come up with a plan.
Standing above them on the bed, Andy held the camera steady as the couple did a little skit. Waking up first, Joe went to scratch his eyes, letting out a low groan as he stretched his arms up, blinking his eyes open, where he noticed a simple gold band on his ring fingers. He frowned, turning his hand over and looking at it again from different angles. Yep, a wedding ring. His eyes went wide and he quickly turned to see who was in the bed next to him, only to see a slowly waking up Ben on his side. They stared at each other for a moment, obviously the day before coming back into their minds, and both, in unison, started to scream. The video ended, caption underneath reading ‘#HardzelloIsReal @benhardy’ and with some quick editing, was posted on Joe’s instagram.
At the same time, Ben posted a photo of Joe from way back during their Bohemian Rhapsody days, where they’d started their secret romance. It was a photo of Joe fast asleep, mouth agape and drool falling onto Ben’s pillow, hair still a mess of perm. He typed out the caption ‘I knew my love was PERManent @joe_mazzello #HandsomeHusband #DidntKnowPermStoodForPermanent’
The next few hours they were receiving texts and calls from friends and distant family who hadn’t been in the known, were overwhelmed with all the loving comments they got on their posts. Of course they lost followers and got some downright nasty comments, but they got more love than hate.
It was a different world for them now. They didn’t know what hardships they’d face, but it was their reality now. They’d hidden for long enough, they were ready to be in the light together.
(Gwil posted a photo of Ben and Joe kissing in the background, him in the foreground flipping them off. ‘Couldn’t be prouder of these two idiots #HardzelloIsReal’. The hashtag was trending for two days)
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ellus986 · 5 years ago
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Underneath the mistletoe
Single dad Ben Hardy x reader part 1
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Sorry kids, I know all my fan fics are filled with kids, but I can’t help it as I’m 21 weeks pregnant when I’m writing these lines. And I know I know it is over christmas, but had other things than finishing it, sorry 🤦🏼‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️
Warning: kissing, dark humor
It is a casual friday night in the diner you work in. Not much of costumers, but your heart stops as your favorite two comes in. The little Keila smiles at you in the minute your eyes meet. They sit in the box they did every friday night for the past year.
“Good evening!” Greets you the blue eyed father.
“Welcome back at our tiny kitchen!” You say as you hand them the menu.
“Y/N, you look so beautiful again!” Cheers the little blue eyed girl.
“Thank you... I almost forgave you...” you giggle.
“For...gave...me?” Mumbles Keila.
“You never ever even tried to hint that your father is a famous actor!” You answer with a smile on your face, and you can see his face change too.
“That changes something?” He asks.
“No! I just wasn’t aware you played the best drummer alive!” You giggle.
“It sounds like you are a Queen fan, but than that movie came out more than a year ago and you just saw it now?” He chuckles.
“As I have my fridays booked always...” you nod your head in they way. “And having school next to work I have zero social life, but yesterday finally I had a class canceled and decided instead of a nap, I watch the movie I wanted for a long time now!”
“And we are really thankfull that you choose us over partying...” he mumbles.
“Everything for the smile of this princess!” You smooth her hair out of her face. Normally you would not touch your costumers, but these two was so different from the others. They come to you every friday, and you only worked on this day because she was so heart-broken one night you had it free and someone else surved them. She was smart and full of heart, and you loved her.
“I’m sorry...” she mumbles not looking up from the table.
“It is okay honey! I was just suprised, that I had your father playing in the background in my teenage years while having dinner!” You giggle again.
“So you was a fan...” he lift one of his eyebrows.
“Nooo... but Easterenders was something that went well as white noise for dinner... I let you decide what you want!” You turn away and walk.
“Daaaad...”
“Keila, no!”
“Dad! Don’t be a...”
“Y/N?” You can’t keep his voice out of your head.
“Yes?”
“We... have Frankie over the weekend... would, you like to come for a walk with us?” Sutters the blue eyed blonde.
“I’m sure I can make time before my afternoon ship if that is good for you?”
“Perfect!” Answers the adorble little one.
The next day:
Bournemouth was cold, and snowy, but the christmas decoration on the street made everything joyfull. A big smile sits on your face as you see Keila running in your way.
“Y/N!” She jumps into your arms and you lift her up.
“Hello, beautiful!” You greet her. “Hello, handsome!” You wave in Ben’s way.
“Princess!” He looks angry.
“It is okay! We know eachother for a year now, she didn’t run in some strangers arms... I mean I hope I don’t count as one...”
“No, you don’t count as a stanger!” He nods. “Are you okay with a jumping 4 years old?” He asks as he gets to you, and you already put down his daugther.
“4 and a half!” Keila holds her finger to her dad’s chest.
“4 and a half, sorry!” He mumbles.
“But back to the question, I’m more than okay with jumping 4 and half years olds!” You giggle, winking in the little ones way. “I study to be a primary teacher, so...”
“Maybe you will teach me?” You can see how Keila’s eyes are shining, as you are walking on the beach sidewalk.
“I don’t think honey, I have years to finish my studies and even if I could finish in two years there would be so little chance to get a job in a school you would go in...”
“Ooh... Frankie lets run!” She gets cheerfull again as she gets the leader from her dad and runs off on the empty street.
“So you want to work with kids one day?” You can see how he is struggling to even ask you.
“Yes defenetly!” You smile at him. “And you are a famous actor?”
“Could say...” his face just gets so red and a half smile gets on it slowly.
“Not fan of the fame?”
“Nah... kinda... I don’t like to be just me infront of people, but I love to perform thought...”
“Y/N, do you like Frankie?” Runs Keila to you, with the dog, who you immediately pet.
“She is so cute!” You nod.
She runs away again and you just walk next to Ben in silence until you think you have something better to do: throw a snowball into his chest. Suprise rises on his face, but he respondes quickly. You get into a big fight fast and you can see Keila running with worry on her face.
“What is happening?”
“She attacked me!” Ben points in your way trying not to laugh.
“Ooh blame it on the woman!” You hold your hands up.
“Ooh adults!” She hides her face in her hand before running away again with the dog, and both of you burst into laugh. You try to get a new snowball, but before you could get enough together he runs in your way and both of you end up in the fresh, white snow laughing, fighting. You lock eyes with him, and your heart just want to leave your chest. “Dad! Really?” You look up to Keila holding her hands on her hips still holding the dog on the leader who just lickes Ben’s face.
“Sorry, you are right little princess!” He gets up and holds his hand out for you.
“Dad! Now she needs to walk home in wet clothes!” You feel like a four and half years old little girl has more responseablety than you two sometimes.
“Oh shoot... do you live far away?” He mumbles.
“Half an hour bus drive from the diner...” you answer, pulling your shoulder.
“Than, I owe you with a coffee, and dry clothes!” He blushes.
“I really don’t want to bother!”
“Please!” Begs Keila.
“Okay...” you give in. “I can’t say no to a princess!”
You follow them to the their near by house. It wasn’t a luxury home, and you liked it for that. As you are about to get to the front door, you see a car parking in front of it, and an auburn man steping out of it. Your heart stops, you just saw him on screen two days ago.
“Uncle Joe, uncle Joe!” Keila forgets all about the dog and runs to him, jumping into his arms.
“Hi Princess!” He kisses her cheek as she is sitting on his hip. “Hi, I’m Joe!” He holds his free hand out for you.
“I kno... I mean, I’m Y/N!” You blush.
“So you know...” he chuckles.
“She just watched bohrap two days ago...” Ben helps you out.
“Yeah, too much work and study!” You pull your shoulder.
“She didn’t know daddy was famous before that!” Steps in the littlest one.
“You didn’t?” He looks at you suprised.
“He was familiar, but who would think of Easterenders?” You giggle.
You walk in as he chuckles with the little girl on his side. Ben shows you around and hands you some dry, and warm clothes. “Really sorry for the wet experience!”
“The wet experience?” Joe yells one room away chuckleing.
You take the clothes and walk into the bathroom. The cosiest bathroom you ever saw. It had wood everywhere and had the a suprisingly big bathtube in the corner, what was really calling for you, but you just come to change your clothes, to the man’s clothes you had no idea was famous, but was so nice with you in the past year.
As you open the door Keila is already standing there. “Are you staying for lunch? Uncle Joe got us food!”
“I don’t want to into...”
“Pleeeease!” She begs you with those big eyes, and as you look up you see Ben, looking at you two.
“If you are hungry, we got enough food, Joe always dubles our needs!”
“Eat with us after your wet experience!” Laugh Joe from the kitchen.
“Pleeease!”
“Okay... okay! I’m staying for lunch, but after I need to go to work!” You answer.
Lunch goes by so fast, and funny. You already saw the trend for #hardzello but you now understand it. They are just two adorable dork perfectly being bestfriends. Keila’s laughter filled the whole room along side yours. As you are about to leave she hugs you, and Ben is about to walk you out.
“Daaad!” You hear almost a scream, both of you turn scared, but than you see Joe laughing.
“What?”
“Look up!” She giggles,as both of you look up.
“Ooh...” he forms it so softly as both of you are standing under the mistletoe.
“Don’t cheat! I needed to kiss uncle Joe on the cheek last year!”
“But you two are over the legal age so... just saying!” Joe holds up his hands.
You can’t even answer as Ben grabs your hip and locks lips with you. It is modorate as there is his child, but passionet as well. It ends as soon as it started, but you still can’t let his eyes go, you just star into eachothers eyes.
To be continued...
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halfasleepoetry · 5 years ago
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(You Are) The Best Part Of My Life
This is written for Hardzzello Week 2019, Day #4 prompt ‘Pets’.
If my life is a movie, you’re the best part
(Parallel Heart Universe, future)
It was, all things considered, an honest mistake.
Ben had been spending almost the entire morning in the backyard of their LA home, getting in and out of the pool with Sammy and sitting and lying around on the deck chair as well as the grass with the pup. Sammy is playing with his chew toy while Ben is looking through his phone. It’s his downtime, he had just finished filming an indie movie in Aberdeen where it was pretty much raining almost everyday and bloody freezing, so he is just happy to come home to sunny California to be with Joe and Sammy again.
Joe is away at work though, writing and co-producing a Netflix original that has just began shooting here. Soon, he will start travelling to overseas locations, and Ben would be busy with a new project again, this time in London, where at least he will have his friends around.
Speaking of friends, he has been looking through Instagram stories posted by them and people he follows on the platform. He responded to some, indicating that he’s on a break from work, and then decides on a whim to look through the filters on Instagram camera and play around with them. When Sammy comes up to him, nuzzling and licking the side of his face, he presses the record button.
“Sammy, say hi to daddy,” he gathers the puppy closer to his face. Sammy happily put both his paws on Ben’s face, and when he sees Ben intently looking at the phone screen and smiling, he too looks upward to the display. Perhaps intrigued by the image of himself and his dad, or perhaps thinking there’s another pup and another dad in there, he outstretches his paw gingerly so it touches the screen.
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thosequeenboys · 5 years ago
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Every Road Leads Back to You (Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello)
Summary:  Joe is on holiday in Europe, visiting the BoRhap boys.  His visit to Ben, who is on set in Belfast filming Pixie, brings up many emotions in each of them, and helps them gain some clarity.  
A/N:  The IG and Tumblr postings of these two have worn me down!  In this angsty story Ben and Joe, are dealing with their own personal and professional struggles.  In my professional life, I coach people to help them succeed in their jobs and work situations.  This story made me think about the strains of an acting career.   The title is from the Bette Midler song, “Every Road Leads Back to you” from the enjoyable, emotional movie, “For the Boys.”  Song lyrics in the story, which came to me as I wrote, are bolded and referenced at the end.    
Thank you!: I’d like to thank all the great FanFic writers and Fandom members who entertain and inspire me.  Special shout outs to @deakysgurl for beta reading this for me; @jessahmewren, my first Tumblr author, encourager and connection;  and @m0etenchandon, @freddie-mercurial, @dayoneliveaid @brownhardyho @brianmay-be @deacytits @deacysfabottomedgirl @its-our-paris @queenismykween
Warnings:  Angst, Love, loss of a parent, some longing. Figuring out life, love and work stuff!!
Joe was on holiday! Following the golf tournament with Gwilym, Joe arrived in Venice and joined Rami, Lucy, and other friends on a luxurious boat ride.  They realized they were being followed by a slew of paparazzi.  They indulged them for a while and finally shut it down by turning their backs and flipping them the bird, successfully causing them to scatter.
As their boat docked, Joe’s attention turned to the last leg of his trip-seeing his best buddy of them all in Belfast, where he was filming.  A smile spread across his face and he took a deep breath, anticipating their reunion.   It had been a long time.  
He paused on the dock and texted Ben: “Hey, wrapping in Venice and looking forward to heading to your neck of the woods tomorrow.  Got a Noon plane-should get to you around 6:00.  Please send your address.” 
He eyed his phone for a few minutes as Rami spoke, awaiting a response.  
“We’re heading to dinner, want to join us, Joe?” Rami asked.
 “Thanks, but I’m gonna head back to the hotel,” Joe said.  “I have some things to catch up on before I head out tomorrow.”
“Oh, right,” Rami smiled. “You’re going to visit Ben. I’m sure he could use a break.  Please send him our love. I’m so glad we had this time together.  Love you, dude.”  Joe hugged Rami and Lucy good-bye.  
 He glanced at his phone as he walked toward a cab.  No response.
Joe retreated to his hotel room. He changed, worked out, got dinner, and left a message for his agent, eager to hear if he solidified an audition for him for a Netflix mini-series and a movie role. He became agitated at the uncertainty-both about career plans-and his imminent travel.  He checked his phone again hoping for a text, still no response. His agitation grew.
That night, Joe lay in bed.  His future held a number of uncertainties-will he need to move to LA again or go on location if he gets these roles? Are these the best he can get?  What about his family, who were still adjusting to the new normal?  It was overwhelming to think about.  Eager to calm and distract himself, he laid back and let his mind flash to warm and wonderful images of BoRhrap: filming over long days; grabbing late night meals; sharing endless jokes; working together so easily.  Suddenly, his breath hitched as he thought about the suffering that intruded into those happy times.  His eyes watered, remembering how he unraveled in slow motion when answered his ringing phone to his sister’s teary voice. Even now, it was hard to believe his dad was gone.   His knees had buckled after hanging up with her. The boys raised him up, physically and emotionally, encircling him as his tears flowed.  He remembered glancing at Ben, whose green eyes burrowed into him, visibly tearing up himself, as he squeezed Joe’s shoulder in their huddled group embrace.  
Returning to his present restless night, he didn’t grant those emotions permission to invade him, and he switched his inner screen to the next reel of happier times: the movie premiere and the interviews, as the film rocked the world; the whirlwind of Awards nominations; the Oscars; and their playful Instagram posts, featuring Hardzello and Cardy-B.  
 Over time, the hype and glow of the movie faded, and the boys parted to pursue other endeavors.  Ben travelled extensively, working on multiple projects.  Calls were strained and rushed.  “I gotta go, buddy…I’m sorry….I  hope we can see each other -- next month, maybe, yeah?”
“Yeah, I know.  Let me know, and I’ll get a ticket…” Joe had responded before he heard Ben carrying on another conversation as the call disconnected.
He missed his dear friend and the times they shared, on and off the set - and the love.  Joe had not allowed himself to dig deeply into what that love meant.  He just knew the magic of those 12 months were like nothing he ever experienced, and he wanted to have Ben in his life.   “When I look and I find…I still love you. (1). And without him, there was an emptiness.
Suddenly, his phone pinged. “Hi, here’s the address….”
That was it.  Not “Can’t wait to see you!”  He felt a little dismissed.  Was Ben fitting him in as a favor?
‘Great, see you soon!” he responded. Relieved to have the details set, he fell asleep, rising early to head to the airport.  He ran to the gate after security dragged for over an hour. Settling into his seat, he welcomed the stillness.
Joe ordered a drink, downed it quickly and then fell asleep as the plane took off.  The sleep became restless as he pictured the visit, fueled by Ben’s less-than-enthusiastic text.  He pictured arriving at Ben’s modern flat with floor to ceiling windows that looked out high over the city.  He envisioned Ben’s co-stars there-mingling, snacking and drinking, easy laughter flowing. He saw Ben in his element, giving hugs, cracking private jokes, looking vibrant, fit and elegant, his new friends fawning over him. Though Ben would try to fill Joe in on the jokes, Joe pictured himself feeling awkward - and replaced.  Joe’s eyes flew open as the plane landed; his heart pounding and tears welled in his eyes, those images of Ben’s new friendships stinging him. It was a mistake to come here, he thought. His stomach tightened as he pictured himself cast in the role as outsider. 
“Landed” Joe texted to Ben as he grabbed a cab.  The cab dropped him off and he ambled up the path to the non-descript apartment complex. He knocked on Ben’s door softly.
The door was opened by a solemn Ben. “You made it.  Come in.”  Ben said with a tense grin.  Joe took a deep breath to brace himself and walked through the door tentatively.  He stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.  Ben was alone. There was no party.  No laughter. No new friends.  The furnished apartment was dreary; the living room was lit by one standing lamp with a heavy shade that emitted a dim light, next to the worn couch. There were empty take out containers on the coffee table and free weights strewn about the floor, along with a pile of newspapers and other assorted items.  This wasn’t like Ben, Joe thought, knowing that he was pretty meticulous and organized about his surroundings and himself.  
 Joe put his bag down and looked up at Ben.  Their eyes locked.  “Hey Buddy,” Joe said as he leaned in to hug him.  Ben hugged him back tentatively and broke the hug quickly. “You want a beer?” Ben asked, as he headed through the small living room toward the back of the small apartment to the tiny windowless kitchen, situated between the living room and bedroom.  “Sure,” Joe replied as he followed Ben.
Ben swung the refrigerator door open to get the beers and Joe peered in behind him.  “Dude, you got things growing and dying in there.  What’s up???” Joe asked with a smirk, feigning outrage.  Ben chuckled. It felt good to laugh.  He had to admit, some things just sounded better with an American accent.  Ben grabbed two beers and as he went to close the frig, Joe held the door open.  “Ok, this needs to be addressed.  Like. Now.”  Joe started quickly removing items from the fridge to the small counter and gathered a handful of rotten food, motioning to the garbage can, which Ben brought over.  “You travelled all this way to clean out my fridge?” Ben asked with crooked grin and a raised eyebrow.
“Aha!” Joe said.  “Takeout rice and chicken, salvageable veggies.”   I can make us a stir-fry!!  And organize your fridge.  You get two for the price of the one. Are you hungry?”
“Uh yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” Actually, Ben wasn’t sure if he was hungry.  He should be. He had toast in the morning and snacks during brief breaks at the catering tent.  His stomach was in knots most of the time, the stress he felt taking up residence there and throwing off his natural patterns.  Ben liked that Joe took charge-to help bring some order into his world, feeling his own tenuous grip  – and he was moved that Joe took steps to care for him.
“Great.  I’ll get this together in a few minutes.  You look tired? Why don’t you sit down and rest?”
 “Actually”, Ben said,” I think I’ll take a shower-if that’s ok.”  He put the beers on the kitchen table.
 “Sure, sure.”  Ben headed to the bathroom off the bedroom in the back of the flat.  Joe got to work, chopping veggies, heating up the rice and chicken, and creating a sauce. He always felt comfortable in the kitchen and loved to cook.  And there was nothing he’d rather do at this moment then take care of Ben, who was out of sorts.  His eyes didn’t have their usual sparkle and he seemed tense, down and distracted, listless almost. Clearly something was plaguing Ben and he needed to figure it out. As dinner cooked, Joe finished cleaning and organizing the fridge.
Ben came into the kitchen fresh from the shower, running a towel through his glossy hair. He was wearing fresh jeans and a sweatshirt.  Joe couldn’t stop his eyes from lingering on Ben, who literally took Joe’s breath away. Joe turned his body away from the blonde to shift his focus.  “Perfect timing.  Dinner is served,” he said in a British accent, pleased that he remembered how to breath after that brief arousal-and how to slip into a British accent.   He hastily set the table and served the meal.
Ben chuckled at Joe’s mock service. “This was nice of you.  Thanks,” he said, sitting down and throwing the towel on the table.  He rolled the food over his plate gracefully with the fork, taking a few bites to his mouth. Eager to distract the conversation away from himself, he peppered Joe with questions.  
 ““I saw the pap pictures.  Nice ending there,” he smiled.  “How are Rami and Lucy?” he asked.
“Oh, you know, nauseatingly happy and cute, can’t keep their hands off each other for a second.  And that Rami…has a million projects lined up-he sets the world on fire, he can burn brighter than the sun.” (2)  Ben nodded and raised other topics to steer the conversation: The World Cup, Brian and Roger touring with Adam-and how happy they looked.
Ben worked hard to get a few forkfuls in his mouth between the strained discussion.  The food was nourishing and tasty, lovingly prepared by Joe.  He wished he was able to appreciate it.
Joe noticed Ben’s hesitation and stared at him.  “You don’t like it? I mean, I know we’re not at the Oscars After-Party…”  
“I do, I do, I’m just…” Ben let his voice trail.  He could feel he was close to the floodgates opening.  It took every ounce of concentration to hold his emotions inside and project a light demeanor, his best acting of the day.  He desperately wanted to show his appreciation to Joe for visiting and taking care of him.  He just wanted things to be normal.  “I’m good,” Ben blurted out, “Really. Just done in by today’s taping.  His folded-up demeanor and dark eyes belied his sentiment.
Joe saw right through it.  “Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look good.  I mean, you look sad…distraught really.  And look at this place. It’s a hell hole.  It’s not like you to live like this.  Something’s troubling you.  Please tell me what’s going on.” Joe urged.  
Ben looked down and placed his fork on the plate.  Tears gathered in his eyes. “It’s been so horrible.  The script is a mess, constant rewrites.  The director is an asshole. He keeps changing his mind and asking for retakes.  He gets frustrated when we can’t get things right immediately.  How can we? The lines keep changing!! Everyone is so frustrated and tense.  I like the cast ok, but we’ve all actually been bickering.  I hate it.  I wish I never signed on.  It’s so unlike BoRhap.  I …I”
His voice cut off and the tears started to flow down his cheeks.  Joe stood and helped Ben up.  “Come on, let’s sit on the couch,” he said, as he escorted the younger man a few steps into the living room and eased him onto the couch, sitting beside him.  Ben started to heave, his body shaking, as the last two months of pent up frustration, sadness and stress spilled out of him.
“Oh, Ben, oh, Buddy,” Joe leaned into him and hugged him, feeling Ben’s body tense up and shake with emotion finally being let loose.  Joe’s mind raced. He felt totally ill-equipped to soothe Ben.  He recalled his jealous feelings of earlier in the day and felt guilty. While he didn’t want to be replaced, he certainly didn’t want his friend to be miserable.  He felt so selfish-not thinking of what was going on with Ben that led him to be distant.
Joe felt panicked about how to be in the moment with Ben. He took a deep breath and rubbed Ben’s back. He faced him and looked into his eyes, ran his fingers though his hair and then put both of his arms on the younger man’s shoulders.  “Hey. Listen to me.  I know you’re overwrought.  But you can do this. You’re a great actor.  You can’t take all the crap personally.  Whatever they expect-It’s inside of you-you’ll tap into it.  Then you’ll get to the other side of it.”  He brought him in for a close hug, as Ben whimpered.  “It’s ok.  You’ll be ok,” Joe soothed.  Ben stayed in Joe’s arms, letting his friend take on his emotions.
“I feel so badly you have been suffering.  I should have reached out more…” Joe mumbled.
“I didn’t either. I couldn’t.” Ben said. “I felt like a failure. I guess I wanted you to think I was in control.  That I was a professional and could handle anything.”
“You are - and you can.”  Joe replied without missing a beat.
“I wanted to keep the image going. That I’m this leading actor who has it all together.   When in fact, it is all so close to falling apart-and has been for awhile.”  Ben added.
“You don’t have to keep up an image with me.  Look, I know you can do this-you are so talented and you have such a broad bandwidth. This is not an easy career, we’ve chosen.  People see the photo shoots and the bloopers, the interviews and the red carpet.  It looks so easy when they’re in the theater stuffing their faces with popcorn.  We know it requires the constant firing of every synapse in our bodies through grueling days, weaving so much detail together on the spot, and adjusting to constant changes-set, wardrobe, spacing, lines. Plus, we have to tap into the deepest emotional parts of ourselves and our characters constantly.  Remember: We had challenges on BoRhap.  Sure now, we remember the glory and the fun – but there were tough times and we got through them.” Joe said.
 Joe stopped talking.  Ben nodded into his neck. He felt Ben heard him. His crying softened.  Joe held him tightly and Ben leaned into Joe between his legs, wrapping his arms around Joe.  And with that embrace, the rest of the world fell away for Joe-the trip, his agent, his family, his next projects, his home.  All of it just faded out of focus.  None of it mattered.  Only Ben mattered.
Ben pulled away, taking a deep breath that coiled through his body.  “I’m sorry.  I know this isn’t what you signed up for when you thought ‘Great, let me visit Ben in Belfast as part of my European holiday.’ You didn’t think you’d find a blubbering, wrecked mess.”  He wiped his nose on his sleeve.
Joe gazed at him.  “I just wanted to be with you.” Ben’s swallowed deeply. Joe continued,  “I feel like I’m always planning, trying to map out every part of my life.  I’m always on my way to something new. But it doesn't matter, cause no matter where I go, every road just seems to lead me back to you.  You’re the one I still want beside me.” (3)
They’re eyes locked, as they held each other’s arms.
Suddenly,  Ben’s phone pinged and he broke from Joe to grab it off the kitchen table. “I have to be on set tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.”
“Good,” Said Joe.  “You can sleep in.” Joe stood up  “It’s late.  We should hit the hay. I can just set up camp here.” He said, as he moved a tattered throw pillow to the arm of the couch.
“No,” Ben said, “Share the bed with me.  Come on, you did it with Cardy B.  Don’t make me jealous.”
They both laughed and moved to the back of the flat.
Joe cleaned up in the kitchen while Ben did his evening ablutions and got into bed. Joe grabbed his bag from the living room, prepared for bed and joined him soon after.
“Goodnight, Ben.  Sleep well.”  Joe said, as he settled into the soft bed and pillow.
 Ben turned to look at Joe.  “Goodnight, Joe. And thanks. Thanks for listening and calming me down.  And for helping me focus.  You have no idea how much it helped. I’m going to remember what you said.   I feel like I might finally get a real night’s sleep. Finally.”
Joe smiled.  “Of course.  Glad I could help.” He thought about the advice he gave to Ben and realized it could apply to him too.  He has it in him to deal with whatever happens-and he’ll get to the other side of it too.  
They drifted off to sleep.  Joe awoke in the middle of night, aware of movement beside him. Ben was rolling a bit and mumbling to himself.  “Get to the other side….”
“You ok, Ben?”  Joe asked him softy.
Ben didn’t respond, clearly asleep. Suddenly he rolled toward Joe and put his arm around him and spooned into him.  “I love you.” Ben mumbled.
Joe leaned back against him.  “And I.love.you.back.” he whispered.
SONG NOTES
(1)   Days of Our Lives, Queen
(2)   We are Young, Janelle Monáe
(3)   Every Road Leads Back to You, Bette Midler
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can you write a joe x ben enjoying a sunny day out at the park with their two kids, having a picnic ☺️💞
I've never written Hardzello, so I hope this is good ���
Since the kids started school, Ben and Joe made it a tradition to take them out on a picnic for the first day of their summer break. The kids had only been in school for two years so this is the second time they've had a picnic.
So far, its gone extremely well. Their seven year old daughter, the older of the two, picked a spot right in the middle of the park. A tree hung overhead and the grass was soft, so Joe laid out the blanket. Atop of the blanket Ben set out an assortment of sandwiches.
Ham and cheese, turkey and wheat, for their son some peanut butter and jelly. With the sandwiches came juice. Mainly apple since that was everyone's favorite, but a few grape ones too.
The feast began. The kids went on about school. Their daughter raved about how she already knew the entire multiplication chart. It made both Ben and Joe proud. They remembered the day their case agent called saying there was a two year old girl that they were eligible to adopt.
Now, five years later, she's sitting before them happy, her pigtails bouncing as she speaks about a spelling test she aced. She was their girl.
Their son? He might as well have really been born from them. He looked like Ben, with big doe blue eyes and blonde hair, but he had almost all of Joe's mannerisms. Currently, he was sitting with both his cheeks on his adorable face smeared with jelly from his sandwich. He was humming, chewing contently as his sister talked, something he did often until it was his turn to speak.
Truly, he was Joe's son. The way he likes to play, is to chase his sister around the house with whatever toy he could find while screaming. He sounds just like five year old Joe. And the scream isn't limited to that.
Thunderstorm? Scream. Dog? Scream. Hungry? Scream.
Both Ben and Joe acknowledged how that might be a problem later, but he's so cute right now there's no need to talk about it.
There isn't any dad on the planet that's more proud than those two. Neither of them knew that this is where life would end up, but they wouldn't change a single thing.
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cmlotz · 5 years ago
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CONGRATULATIONS YOU TWO WONDERFUL SOULS @benhcrdys & @heyjoemazzello
Who would’ve thought that you would take the next step into your life and decide to have a third little Hardzello. Certainly not me, I am not offended if you don’t name her after me and I am also not offended that I am not a godparent... Maybe I am a little. But I will still love your little and wonderful baby just as much as I love the both of you.
You two are going to be the most amazingst dad and I know this for a fact because I have seen how much love you bring to not just each other but all of us as well. Your love story is one of those stories that we will be telling our kids, thank you for being such a wonderful part of our town and I can’t thank you guys enough for just being you. So belt up, take this wonderful ride where you’re going to love and honor it with the new addition to South Haven!
PS: I want my best friend back when you’re done with her okay? Love Caity
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heysweetheart-writes · 5 years ago
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Hardzello as parents - HC
@captaincoffeegirl515 asked: Any HC's for them having kids? Do they want kids? How many would they want? Do they adopt? Have a surrogate? What are they like as parents?
This is particularly based on Hardzello in our fic Parallel Hearts. Hope you like it! It was sort of cowritten with @halfasleepoetry in a tremendous effort on her part.  And sorry for the delay!!
Ben really wants to be a dad.
And it’s not like Joe doesn’t. 
He just feels like bringing another person into this awful world is just cruel.
So, if they’re gonna do this, they’re going to adopt. 
And so they do. And they have one child. 
Ben, like with everything he sets his mind to, is super efficient.He needs to always be five steps ahead. Always ready. 
He learns everything there’s to learn 
And FAST. 
Gets lots of tips from Joe’s mum who raised three kids and takes care of three grandkids, well four now counting baby Mazzello-Jones.
Joe is more like an ‘in the moment’ problem solver. 
If there’s an eventuality, Joe is the one to turn to. 
Very good with finding solutions on the spot, super quick on his feet. 
But generally they do everything together the first few months as much as possible.
They have the privilege to be able to stay home, both of them, so they do, as they learn the tropes of dealing with a newborn baby. 
Oh and Sammy (future puppy and their first child, as Ben likes to say) loves the new addition to the family. 
Ben explained everything to him.
How the baby is his new sibling and that it’s his job to protect them.
And Sammy takes his job very seriously. 
When the baby first comes home he’s super cautions. 
And now he sleeps by the crib all night. 
Or watches them sleep. 
And gives them small kisses on their head. 
Which Joe is not super comfortable about, 
But the look on Ben’s face every time that happens makes him forget every qualms he has about dog kisses.
Everyone would think Joe is the ‘enabler’ one of the two but truth is, Joe is also a Virgo so he likes some order.
But they both have their weaknesses. 
Like with Ben is everything food related. If the kid wants five ice-creams, it’s very likely that he’d get five ice-creams for them to eat together.
So he’s not allowed to go get ice-cream with their kid unsupervised. (don’t get me started on toppings)
And Joe can’t say no to buying things. 
Especially bedtime books or movies. 
Ben uses any and every excuse to pick them up and carry them in his arms. 
And any excuse to have them sleep in their bed. 
And Joe gives in way too easy to that, 
Ben wins every time. 
He’s also the master cuddler. 
He’d be cuddling with the baby on his chest everywhere. 
Like for the first few weeks, the baby barely ever sleeps on any surface that isn’t Ben’s chest. 
More times than not, Joe cuddles Ben while Ben cuddles the baby in his arms. 
Which is actually a win-win situation tbh. 
For baby chores, they both do pretty much everything. 
Ben is a little more quicker with his hands when changing diapers.
But he’s also a lot more messier when he does it. 
Joe, who’s the one that sleeps later, is usually the one who takes the night shift. 
He’s also a light sleeper so if he does go to sleep while the baby is sleeping too and then they wake up, he’d notice immediately.
He’d feed them, change their diaper, play with them or read them or sing them until they’re asleep again. 
And Ben takes the morning shift while Joe sleeps in late, until noon. 
Ben is not only messy when he changes the baby’s diaper. 
He’s also messy when giving them a bath
Or feeding them when they start eating food. 
Ending up either soaking wet or covered in food from head to chest. 
Joe on the contrary would clean up as he goes.
Wipe the baby between spoonfuls as soon as they spill. 
And watch in awe and amused every time 
Ben gets more and more dirty or wet whenever he’s doing it. 
And tease him for it. 
All in all, despite all the hard work and tiredness, they’re both so happy with their little baby and feel so lucky they’re doing this together. No one else they’d rather do this with.  
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writeyourownlifestory · 5 years ago
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Can I ask for an instance where Ben and Joe think they’re finally gonna get some alone time, only to be cockblocked by one of their kids either born, or yet to be born?
“All the babies put to bed?” Ben asked as he entered the bedroom. 
It had been an extra long day, with Clara having a softball match and JJ having to practice his recital. The twins were running at this point, which meant having to chase after them whenever they started off in a sprint. 
Both men were exhausted, ready to lay down for the night, though there was a familiar glimmer in Ben’s eyes. One that Joe had seen many times over the past few years.
“You randy git,” Joe commented, copying Ben’s accent almost to the T. 
“Mock me if you must, but you look extremely hot in that coaches uniform,” Ben mentioned, going to plop down onto the bed. 
“If you expect me to move, you’re insane,” Joe mentioned from where he was lying back on the bed, pressed into the pillows ever so comfortably. 
Ben smirked, moving to crawl the length of their king size bed and straddle his husband. 
“I’ll do all the moving, he whispered, kissing his husband slowly.”
They had been intimate since the twins were born. Many times in fact, though it was rare now to get a moment alone. Ben reached blindly, going to open the drawer to grab the condoms and bottle of lube he had hidden there, but instead, his fingers made content with something small, round, and soft.
He turned his head, swearing as he rolled off his husband in a jolt. “Jesus Christ!” 
“Daddy!” Taylor cheered, lifting his hands up. 
“How did he get out of his room?” 
“He’s shifty, I tell you!” Joe snapped. “The other day he was in my office. I swear, he just appeared there!” 
Taylor grunted as he tried to pull himself onto the bed with no avail. After a moment of struggling, Joe gave in and pulled him up, plopping the small boy onto his stomach.
“Daddy!” Taylor repeated, slapping at Joe’s chest. 
“Why aren’t you in bed?” Joe questioned the child, though all he got in response was an innocent hug from an adorable boy. 
“Any chance we can just . . . toss him back into the room and lock the door?” Ben suggested quietly. 
“Benjamin!” 
Ben let out a groan, rolling off the bed to go into the bathroom to take care of himself while their son accepted his father’s cuddles. 
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benhardypout-archive · 6 years ago
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now I’m soft!!!
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bohrapbois · 5 years ago
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Chapter 7
A Joe Centred Chapter! A thing no one requested but I wrote anyway woo!
Description - Ben just so happens to fall head over heels for a Mysterious Man who loves baseball and cracking terrible jokes. Mysterious Man also turns out to be the father of one of Ben’s students.
Warnings - Full blown relationship Hardzello, with plenty of angst, fluff and future smut.
Word Count - 1,442
After tossing and turning most of the night, Joe had been thankful when Beth climbed into his bed and straight into his arms. Although he was feeling like shit and was still shaken up by the whole ordeal, having his daughter with him gave him something to concentrate. The rest of the night consisted of Joe stroking Beths hair over and over, long after she had fallen asleep, and with her steady breathing ghosting his collarbone, Joe managed to get some sleep in as well. 
In the morning, Joe spent extra time cutting his daughter’s toast into dinosaur shapes and using extra jam on the pieces he messed up. Beth didn’t take much time admiring the artistry of her breakfast and managed to scoff them all down in the time in took Joe to pour himself some cereal. 
After breakfast, it took some convincing to get the Mazzello’s off the sofa they had draped themselves on, but Joe needed to do some things today and slowly but surely, the hours were ticking by and escaping him. Closer to mid-day than intended, they locked the front door and made their way into town, hands clasped tightly.
Joe lived close enough to the town centre that he didn’t need to use the car all the time. Their house was bigger than many on the street, had a good yard and plenty of growing space - handed down to Joe from his parents who moved to the town over. The small area Joe called home was good enough for him but he understood it didn’t appeal to everyone. 
Beth preferred the quiet community anyway - always outside doing something. Her favourite at the moment was making mud pies and prodding Joe until he ‘ate’ it. His lovely colourful flowers had long since been destroyed and dug out in favour of his daughter rampage of mud-pie-cafe. There was a small plastic play house in the corner of the garden, full of spiders and other insects. It had been gifted by a lovely neighbour whose children had long outgrown it, but Beth prefered to be outside in all that means. The amount of times Joe had had to chase a tiny naked Beth around the garden and pull a worm from her hand/ear/mouth.
But right now, with no worm in sight, Beth dragged her feet. She was grouchy from lack of sleep - already so concerned for others - and slightly sticky from residue jam (also known as dino blood). Joe tugged her along for a few more minutes but when she simply stopped walking and dragged her feet under her, Joe gave up, stopping and leaning down, placing his princess on his shoulders as he continued into town. 
Walking into main street with his daughter clinging to his ears, Joe stopped to greet some familiar faces. It wasn’t unusual to find the young Mazzello on her father's shoulders, and a friendly shop owner was even prepared with a lolly for her to suckle on as Joe stopped and nattered about the changing weather to anyone and everyone. 
An hour later, Joe’s bag full of the weeks groceries, he made a familiar turn down a certain street. Beth, now back on her own two legs, squealed and started running towards the big building. Joe had to run after her, grasping his bag to his chest so the lettuce wouldn’t escape. Beth bounded up the stone steps and rushed through the open doors, still squealing. 
Joe finally got inside, only panting slightly as he stopped in the main lobby. Having been here for the last couple of years, Beth hadn’t really known a time before her dad worked at the museum, and although small, she still gave every piece her full attention. 
It doesn’t really change all to often, sometimes a travelling piece comes in for a couple of weeks, but the permanent features still needed to be cared for. Joe ducked behind the reception desk, greeted John as he left his groceries on the floor before following his daughters noises deeper into the museum. 
Hearing some familiar voices, Joe couldn’t stop the smile on his face even before he fully came into the Egyptian area. 
Rami was kneeling next to Beth, both talking a million miles an hour about the one mummy the museum has. They have a tradition to talk to the mummy as if it was a real person and quite often would make up stories about who they were and what they did. This time, sounds like the mummy was called Mary and she was a very pretty dancer. 
“And-and-and she was really good at doing twirls!” Beth demonstrated to her godfather what she was talking about and stumbled her way through a twirl.
“What did you think of Beth’s twirl, Mary?” Rami stared up at the silent mummy before turning to Beth with a grin, “said you were magnificent, darling”. Beth squealed, blushing her way through a curtsy.
Joe hung back, leaning against the large doorway, happily watching his daughter and best friend interact. Truth be told, Rami was an important part of this rag-tag family. He helped Joe through his toughest times and loneliest hours, and when Beth started to ask questions about her Mommy and why she didn’t come over much anymore, Rami would always distract the little girl and leave Joe some alone time. When Rami told him he was dating the cute veterinary nurse from down the road, Joe had been privately anxious - would this new woman pull Rami away from them? Would she not have time for Beth or Joe? Would he be alone again? But the moment he met Lucy, he knew he worried over nothing. She was brilliant, fitting in as if she had always been apart of the group and the three soon became a four. 
He already had his best man suit picked out. He liked to be prepared.
After he broke up the little moment and he, Rami and Beth had wandered through to the little canteen, the events of last night came up again.
“Man, come on,” Rami had his arms wrapped around Beths waist, who was now dosing on his lap after finally giving in to the sleep her body craved, “Lucy has his address”.
“Yeah, but it’s a bit weird to turn up to the house of your daughters teacher just to ‘check up’ on him”. Just so happened that the teacher was hot and he had a crush on him, but that was for a different crisis moment, “and anyway, what would I even say!�� Throwing his arms up in the air, Joe leant backwards, plastic chair creaking as it was pushed up on to it’s two back legs.
“Um, maybe something along the lines of ‘Hope your ok and that dick didn’t hurt you too bad’?” 
“Nah, sounds weird,” Joe stretched further, trusting the thin legs more than he probably should.
“Why don’t you just admit you’ve been having wet dreams about him?” Rami shuffled Beth so she snuggled into his chest, freeing up one of his arms and allowing him to drink his room-temperature coke.
Joe spluttered, losing balance and crashing his chair back forward, checks red and eyes wide as he rapidly checked around the very empty room to make sure that the people who weren’t there didn’t hear that. “What the heck man!”
Rami just shrugged.
“No, no, you know what, no, it was a stupid idea anyway and I shouldn’t have even listened to you,” Joe crossed his arms and glared at Rami, ignoring his flaming ears.
“But you did, because you want to go see Mr. Hotty and need an excuse,” Rami took another slurp from his drink as he stared down his best friend. They had known each other for ten years, there was no reason to play coy and pretend not to know each other's mannerisms. Like Joe shifting his eyes just over Rami’s shoulder meant that he was right but Joe didn’t want to admit it.
“Turning up at his house ain’t cool though,” Joe mummered, “‘Oh yeah, hope you don’t mind,’” Joe began in a mocking voice, “‘My bestfriends girlfriend happens to work with your housemate and gave me your address because I think your hot and was wondering if you’d like to go get a drink sometime?’” He finished with a pointed stare and arched an eyebrow.
Rami just shrugged again, “maybe you don’t have to go in so much detail and maybe some small talk before you ask him on a date, but yeah, that’s the right idea”.
Joe just groaned, letting his head fall heavy on the table.
(Did anyone pick up on the tiny, one word cameo in this chapter?)
Tag List-   @benhardy-1 @hey-holtzy @watercolouredreams @ellie-hegeman @cyndagoaway  @kiraling88
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iwishiwasbrianscloggs · 6 years ago
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There are so many incredible love stories connected to queen that bravely broke barriers.
Our favorite dads, Fred and Jim
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And now, the poignant love story of joe and cardboard Ben
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Really gives me unrealistic expectations for dating
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anironsidh · 5 years ago
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Here's a little snippet from my royal au sequel (hardzello), in which Ben and Gwil are the maylor kids 👌🏻 I'll still make an official post eventually, but have this for now 😂
“Had a few drinks and headed home. What utterly boring drivel have you been up to, then?”
Gwil shrugged, taking a sip of his beer before answering. “Spent some time with Dad helping him with his work so he could actually make it to dinner so Da doesn’t kill him.”
“He needs the help, whether he’ll admit it or not.” Ben paused, remembering the many times during his childhood that he’d wandered into his father’s office and watched him work, his face practically obscured by the mass of curls he still sported all these years later, though they were beginning to turn grey (something he blamed, good naturedly, on his two sons and his husband’s antics).
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writeyourownlifestory · 5 years ago
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Could my request be a flipped version where Clara does not take to being a big sister well at all. She wants nothing to do with Ben’s belly or baby shopping or preparing his room. She becomes extra clingy specifically towards Ben, sensing the change that’s coming as they get closer to d-day. And then when the baby does arrive and she meets him in the hospital, she clings to Joe, cries when they put her near the baby and it’s an absolute shit show when they first bring him home?
Okay! First, let it be known that this is not at all how Clara is. She loves each of her siblings so much! Also, I apologize if this isn’t exactly what you requested, however, my own sister tried to sell me at a yard sale when I was little and your request made me think of that. Also, what Ben and Joe tell Clara is exactly what I told my nephew to make him excited about having a baby sister. We hope you enjoy! 
Joe sighed heavily as he dropped the final box, kicking it over into the corner so the pile was nice and neat. He and Ben had been talking about cleaning out the apartment for a while now, getting rid of some things they no longer wanted or needed and finding space for the things they did want to keep. 
It had taken all afternoon, but they were pleased with the space they had made up, which was ideal in a place that, while spacious, was taken up by two grown men, a toddler, and an infant and all the things they had collected over the past four years. 
Ben approached from behind him, dropping down one of the boxes he had put together. It had been three months since JJ was born, though you could hardly tell with the way he looked and acted. Ben was a superman in his own way and while sometimes it ticked Joe off with how much his husband overdid, it amazed him all the same. 
“So. Did we decided on Good Will, Big Brothers Big Sisters, or that Church down the road?” Joe asked curiously.
“Salvation Army is a no-go right?” 
“From what Google said they’re pretty homophobic, so they don’t deserve our junk.” 
“Ah yes, and we must always trust Google.” 
Joe rolled his eyes at Ben’s cheeky remark, looking over their two corners. They had a long talk over what they did, in fact, want to keep. It seemed silly to have all the clothes from when Clara was a baby, especially since their second child was born a male and far larger than their first born. They kept a few things for sentimental reasons but agreed to donate anything that wasn’t stained beyond repair. 
Ben had given up a few things from his own closet though Joe had to fight the urge to get up on Poshmark and sell that shit outright. The fucker was giving away prime Calvin Klein merch; at this point, it was better to give it to an auction than to just some donation place. 
Joe didn’t have much to keep since he was more apt to throw away anything he didn’t have sentimental value towards. Anything he really treasured, like set pieces he had kept over the years, were kept at his mother's house anyway. 
“How about that thrift shop down the lane? They seem to get a fun crowd.” 
“I think your definition of fun is a tad bit different than mine,” Joe laughed, both men turning when they heard the gentle sounds of dramatic groaning. Behind them, Clara was struggling to drag their three-month-old son across the hardwood floor. 
JJ was laid out on a blanket, wide-eyed and unaware of the wild ride his sister was taking him on. 
“Clara, love. What are you doing with JJ?” Ben asked cautiously. 
“He go . . . bye-bye pile!” Clara muttered as she pulled her baby brother into the pile of things they’d be getting rid of. 
Both men exchanged a harsh look. It had been an ongoing thing with their oldest child. From the moment they told Clara she was going to be a big sister, she had been against it. She refused to speak to Ben’s stomach and even once shove him away when he got too close. She hated that her Papa was being taken over by another baby and even got strangely possessive of Joe in the past few weeks. 
She refused to look at JJ when they went to the hospital to greet him and wouldn’t help with feedings or anything of the sort. Ben was worried, especially since he was the exact opposite when his sister was born, but Joe knew it would be fine. 
He had acted the same when his siblings were born. The childish jealousy that you experience is rough, but he grew out of it and so will Clara. 
Walking over, Ben scooped the infant up from the blanket, receiving a high pitched screech from their daughter. “NO! Papa put baby down! Baby go bye-bye!” 
“Your brother isn’t going anywhere, Clara,” Ben told her sternly. 
“You said what we don’t want goes in bye-bye pile! I don’t want baby so baby goes in pile!” She answered him, her little accent making the sentence far more adorable than it should be. 
“We said toys and clothes, Clara. Not your brother.” 
The small girl, who looked as pretty as a picture in her summer dress and auburn ringlets, stomped onto the ground, giving Ben the dirtiest of looks. Joe came forward then, taking the girl into his arms and setting her down onto his lap on the couch. 
“All right, kid. Let’s have a chat, okay?” Joe suggested gently. “We know having the baby around is a big adjustment, but you’re not a baby anymore, remember? You’re a big girl? You don’t need floaties anymore, right? And you can push the buttons in the elevator all by yourself? JJ can’t do any of that because he’s just a baby.” 
“Hate babies!” Clara grumbled, curling into her father’s chest.
“You don’t mean that,” Joe insisted, kissing her head. “Look, you have a lot of responsibilities now. And remember all those things Papa and I promised you? Like that shiny new bike, you saw in the store? How can we buy you a big girl bike if you’re not acting like a big girl?”
“Sell baby. Make lots of moneys.” Clara muttered to herself. 
“Clara Josephine,” Joe replied back, using his own stern tone this time around. 
“Fine! Make lots of pounds.” 
“Stop teaching her currency!” Joe snapped to his husband, who was standing in the corner, rocking their infant. “Clara we’re not selling JJ or getting rid of him. I’m sorry, but he’s here to stay.” 
“Think of all the fun you’ll have together!” Ben suggested joyfully. “When he gets older, you’ll be able to teach him so many things! Like how to get the cookie jar down off the counter. Or how to pick up after Frankie.” 
“You’ll have someone to go trick-or-treating with. A buddy to dress up with.” 
“And look at it this way -- he won’t be able to eat candy for at least three more years. Who will eat all that leftover goodness?” 
“Daddy?” Clara suggested with a pout. 
“No, silly!”
“Papa!”
“Papa doesn’t like candy, sweetie.”
“Uncle Rami?” 
“You, Clara,” Joe replied. “You get to eat all his candy until he gets big enough to have it.” 
Clara thought for a long moment; her small mind working out the invisible numbers in her head. “All the candy?” 
Joe and Ben bobbed their heads. It wasn’t an ideal offering but it was good enough if it meant her not throwing to throw her baby brother out. 
Clara let out a heavy sigh, giving up on her dark intentions. “Fine. He can stay.” She mumbled. “But he can’t have Frankie!” She jumped up then, spotting the dog walking past. She wrapped her arms around his middle, groaning as she tried to lift him up. 
“Clar...Clara, stop. Just let Frankie walk to your room.” Joe muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as the sound of the toddler and dog feet running off to the next room. “I need a drink.” He admitted in defeat. 
“I know, buddy. What a strange family we have,” Ben replied, getting a gummy smile from the small boy, who didn’t know a single thing. “Certainly will be a funny story to tell when they get older.”
“Oh shut up!” 
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