#dating ben hardy would include

[watsonjackpot]

+ ( So after seeing that cute giftset the other day from the end of the City That Never Sleeps DLC for MSM2, really think it was time to point out just how important a step like that is, not only for Peter and MJ's relationship, but for Mary Jane as a whole.

Buckle up, this may be a bit heavy.

Mary Jane, as a character, has shown more than a few times in differing canons that she can have a problem with intimacy. For a long period of time, she's been pretty adept at putting up a front to mask what she actually feels. Almost all of this stems from her family life growing up.

Mary Jane's father was a failed writer , and despite the loving way that their relationship and marriage started out, he quickly turned to take his anger out on not only Mary Jane's mother, Madeline, but also her and her sister, Gayle. Eventually, this was grounds for the three of them to outright leave . They bounced around from relative to relative, including Mary Jane's Aunt Anna, whom would come to play a big role in her life .

But the problems didn't just stop there. Gayle fell in love with a man, and married and quickly discovered she was pregnant with their first child. While things again were happy at first, they quickly began to fall apart , just as they had with Madeline and Philip . When Gayle broke the news to him that she was pregnant again, he abandoned her and their children, leaving Mary Jane and Madeline to help Gayle pick up the pieces.

This mirror of what had happened to their parents wasn't something Mary Jane could ignore.

Things truly came to a head in her life when Madeline fell ill, and eventually passed away, leaving Mary Jane and Gayle on their own. Having already developed the party-girl facade that she would allow to define her for years to come, Mary Jane finally snapped at the idea of now being the one who would be forced to help her sister raise her children.

It's important to note that Mary Jane had been using this mask for a long time by this point as well, to the point that Gayle entirely viewed her sister as not caring for her whatsoever. To MJ, it was like a second skin, and one that she almost seemed to prefer living in entirely.

Eventually, MJ came to live with her Aunt Anna , and finally find some grounding in her life. By this point, she was well aware that Peter Parker was Spider-Man, having found out the night that Uncle Ben was shot, and had been keeping this secret the entire time . Prior to this discovery, she had felt a sense of kinship with Spider-Man after seeing him on television, feeling that they both wore a mask to protect themselves. After finding out who really was under the mask, however, she couldn't deal with knowing the kind of dangers Peter was putting himself in, and actively avoided meeting him, despite Anna and May's attempts to set them up. Eventually, she ran out of excuses, and did meet him finally. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Fast forward a bit, and after having grown closer after the death of Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane and Peter did start to date a bit . Eventually, Peter thought that he should ask Mary Jane to marry him, which he did ... to be met not only with Mary Jane's rejection, but also that she was leaving to Florida with Aunt Anna . She would not return for a few years, but when she did, things with Peter eventually came to a head. She revealed that she did know he was Spider-Man, and that she had known all along . While this was initially done by her to explain why she couldn't handle being around him, it eventually led to their friendship becoming even more important in both of their lives.

After a mess of a situation involving Peter's then-romantic entangling's with Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, Peter asked Mary Jane to marry him again. Right on the cusp of Mary Jane heading to Pittsburgh to deal with Gayle being arrested in connection with helping their father steal art . While her initial answer was again ' no ', she did concede that with how chaotic things were, she didn't have an answer for him. Leaving for Pittsburgh, Mary Jane quickly discovered upon landing that Peter had followed her there, intent on standing by her side while she dealt with her family issues.

It was this steadfast refusal to abandon her, and the way that the two of them teamed up to defeat a Spider-Slayer that had been tracking Peter, that finally made Mary Jane step back and think. She had long harbored fears that Peter, despite all the years she had known him, might end up being exactly like her father . But the way that time and time again, he had refused to abandon her, finally made her realize that she could trust Peter completely. While waiting for their flight back to New York, MJ agreed to marry him.

What does all this prove ? It shows just how much an important moment it is for Mary Jane, in any adaptation, to tell Peter that she's willing to make that step . Because it's not something that she would make with just anyone , but rather, it's a symbol of just how much she absolutely trusts Peter with that step . No-one else would ever be capable of that level of trust from her. No-one.

Furthermore, it highlights MJ being willing to push back her own fears of not being a good mother, or a good wife . Reading through the Spider-Man material post the wedding annual highlights just how much growth it takes for MJ to grow into the role of being a partner to Peter, especially given the horrors she had already witnessed via Madeline and Gayle's relationships . And she and Peter are not perfect , by any means. They have their spats, but they make up . They don't give up on one another, rewarding that faith MJ placed in him time and time again that things wouldn't end like her parents or Gayle's marriages .

It's this continued renewal of trust that makes it so when they do decide to take that step to having a family, it's without even a smidge of fear hanging over her . Because she knows that if there's anyone in the world who she could have that family with ? It's Peter , the person who she would trust with her life, time and time again .

[rogerina-yee-haw]

dating ben hardy (and being younger than him) would include...

request: “I read your Joe one so can you do a dating Ben Hardy and your younger? Like 19?“ “can you please do a Ben dating a younger girl like you did for Joe? I loved it 💓💓”

tagging @chicagoblackhawkslover96 as promised <3

get on with it, babes xx

warnings: some implied smut (cause I’m always horny yikes) (18+ only pls), fluff, virgin!reader cause I feel like it; also the reader is 19; some language, typos (as always lmao), slight (???) angst

a/n: Ben Hardy’s amazing personality stealing my uwus?? it’s most likely to be happening right now, I love this man with my whole ass heart

this is Ben, and this is the reader

it’s bad I’m sorry!!!!

I’ve read somewhere that Ben is on dating apps

let it be tinder here lmao

so you two met through it

you didn’t believe it was really him before you met

and you were really self-conscious because you had no idea why Ben Hardy would swipe you right and invite you to go somewhere

because you were just a basic university student

but your best friend/roommate practically pushed you out of your dorm room and said, “go get this dick, you dumb bitch!”

she agreed to go with you in case it was a catfish

but it wasn’t

it was Ben Hardy in the flesh

your friend gave you a “thumbs up” and a grin when you approached him

Ben was nice since the very first second you met

you’ve talked the entire time

his soft and soothing voice was like a beautiful song that took you to another dimension

you could sit and listen to him for hours

and you did

throughout the night he couldn’t stop complimenting you at literally anything

“that’s a great choice of biscuits, y/n”, “yeah, it’s amazing that we both hate fish”, “I really like your coat” (the last one is a direct reference to BoRhap, yes)

you could tell you were falling in love with him

and it wasn’t just a simple celebrity crush anymore, you were falling hard for this incredible man

he was admiring you every chance he got, because, besides being crazily beautiful, you were really smart, funny and just amazing

so when it was time to say goodbye, ben gave you the tightest hug you had ever had in your life

your hands went around his neck, pressing your body to his and feeling his warmth

when you pulled away, he whispered, “I really want to see you again, y/n”

and you had to restrain yourself from screaming

so when he texted you, “Are you free tomorrow night?” twenty minutes later, nothing stopped you from hollering and getting multiple complaints from the neighbors in your dorm

that’s how your relationship started

you decided to keep it on the low because neither of you craved the attention from the media

you only craved each other

your first kiss happened a week after your first date

you were hanging out at Ben’s place, binge-watching some Netflix show after a hard day at uni

your legs were across his lap and he was absentmindedly drawing circles on your ankles with his fingers

at one moment, Frankie decided it was a good idea to jump right on your stomach and start licking your face

you laughed and started petting her as she continued her shenanigans

Ben watched the two of you in awe and with the biggest smile on his face

he loved his two favorite girls interacting

so when Frankie chased the stuffed animal you threw away just for her

Ben stroked you cheek gently before kissing you

and it was perfect

before you knew it, the kiss turned into a heated make-out session

Ben was hovering over you, one of his hands under your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra, and the other one on your face, caressing your cheek

you could feel yourself grow wetter when he started leaving open-mouthed kisses alongside you neck

and when he sucked on that sweet spot right under your earlobe, you let out the most tremendous moan Ben had ever heard

it suddenly became tighter in his pants than before

he took off his shirt and helped you remove yours

“God, you’re beautiful”

you could feel his bulge through your jeans, and you rocked your hips against him to create some friction

he whined into the kiss

“You keep doing this and I won’t last long, baby”

his words worked as a stop sign for you

not that you didn’t want to have sex with him, you just didn’t feel like you were ready to do it just after a week of knowing each other

Ben understood you completely

“I’ll wait as long as you want. I won’t pressure you into anything”

if you didn’t know you loved this man before, now you certainly did

so at this moment, you’ve been in a relationship for four months

and it was amazing

you spent Christmas together, watching movies and cuddling on the couch with Frankie

your dates are always filled with blissful and delightful moments

you may go to the park and just walk while talking and laughing at each other’s jokes

or you can spend the day at his place, watching TV and cuddling and making-out

you keep forgetting that he is eight years older than you

because it seems like he’s actually eighty-five

as he always grumbles about the silliest things

like

“stupid kids and their stupid ball”

“it barely touched you, Ben”

“well, it could hit me on the head!”

or

“this dog came straight up to Frankie and started barking! So I had a little backchat with her”

“what did you say to that dog?”

“I told her to back off and not to bother my daughter ever again”

“so you were basically screaming at the barking dog in the middle of the park at six in the morning”

“she was being rude to Frankie, y/n!”

such incidents happen all the time

but you don’t mind

you’re already too in love with each other

so once your birthday comes, you decide it’s the time to get rid of your virginity

you don’t really know what’s been holding you back since you two were sinning on a regular basis

like you’ve been practicing your blowjob skills

after you went down on Ben for the first time, he just lied in bed for a while and then said, “That was so fucking good, baby”

and you suddenly became really shy and flattered

and when he went down on you

oOF

you were a whining and trembling mess and he had to hold your hips firmly because you were squirming under him

you couldn’t walk properly after it for a couple of days

so now you are ready for another big step

and you know it should happen on your birthday

so you get prepared: you buy really pretty lingerie and put on the perfume that drives Ben crazy

as you have lectures at university and it’s just a regular weekday, you delay your twentieth birthday party to Friday

but it doesn’t mean you and Ben can’t have fun

so you drop at his place after uni

you also ran some errands before it, hung out with your family and came to him at about seven pm

when he opens the door, he pulls you into the most heated kiss you’ve ever experienced

“happy birthday, baby”

the dim lights and the candles all over his flat make your heart skip a beat

turns out he’s made you dinner, cooked your favorite meal and bought your fav cake

“it’s not everything you’re getting tonight”

and you know your panties are soaked through thanks to only the sound of his voice

you eat the dinner, talking about your day, and just smiling at each other

once you’re finished you decide it’s time

so you get up and come across the table, where Ben sits

and you sit down on his lap, your hands around his neck

he’s completely taken aback

“what are you doing, love?”, he asks in between kisses

he’s already a mess while you kiss his neck and run your hand through his hair

“I want you”

and you’re both breathing heavily as you look into each other’s eyes

“are you sure? We don’t have to do it now, you should-“

but you cut him off with a kiss“

I want it, Ben. I want you. I want to have sex with you”, you state firmly

he gulps and draws his lower lip between his teeth

his green eyes are now dark with lust and love

“you want it?” he whispers, kissing alongside your jaw. “Want me to make you feel good?”

and you just sigh and nod, cause you can’t speak already

so Ben picks you up bridal style and carries you to his bedroom

and – oh God – he makes you feel good indeed

you go in for two rounds before you fall asleep

you’re really happy Ben is your first

because he’s been really gentle and loving with you, asking if you were okay all the time, looking at you so tenderly that you almost started crying about how much you love him

so when you two lie in bed next to each other, panting and sweating

Ben takes a small gift bag out of his drawer

“here’s the actual gift for you”

he got you exactly what you wanted and also a necklace with the letter “F” on it

“stands for Frankie”, he explains, “thought giving the necklace with yours or my initials was boring. And now you’ll always carry our daughter with you”

you melt at “our daughter” and kiss him fondly

“thank you, Ben. I love it. I love you”

and it’s the first time you confess your feelings

his whole face brightens and he beams before kissing you

“I love you too, y/n. So much”

after that, you two start fucking like rabbits

you do it at every place, on every surface, in every position that’s possible

you also decide it’s a good time to take your relationship to a new level

which leads for both of you meeting each other’s families

Ben’s family is everything you could ever ask for

his mum is this amazing woman, who greets you with the most heartwarming smile 

you talk with his siblings about everything

and by the end of the night, you’re already in love with all of them as they’re with you

your family is on the opposite side of it, as your parents don’t approve of you dating an actor who’s eight years older than you

“y/n, he’s going to play with you and then ditch you for some pretty model!” you father says while you’re helping your mum to prepare dinner several hours before Ben’s about to come

“so you think I’m not pretty enough to date him?” you furrow your brows. “As if I already didn’t have issues with self-esteem, dad”

“darling, that’s not what your father means”, your mum chimes into the conversation. “He just thinks that Ben isn’t good enough for you because he’s an actor. He’ll always be away filming, and God knows how many women would be around him-“

“so you think just cause he’ll be away surrounded by other girls he’d want to cheat on me? That’s quite an opinion of someone whom you haven’t met”

“what we mean is that he has different things in mind”, your father continues. “He’ll be thirty in two years, he probably wants to settle down already. And you’re so young for it! You’ve got your whole life before you! Why would you want to waste it on someone who’s likely to break up with you when he realizes he doesn’t want to be with someone like you?”

your father’s last words are really hurtful

because you feel like he’s right, as you've got these thoughts floating in your mind the second Ben’s lips fell on yours several months ago

as your parents are clearly unhappy to see Ben you leave their house in the worst mood

they’re not actually against canceling the meeting with Ben because they don’t like him already

so you go to his place

and it breaks your heart when he opens the door, almost dressed up and excited to meet your parents

“hey, y/n! I’ve been actually thinking to call you. What tie should I-“

you push him away and come into his flat

“baby, is everything alright?” he comes up to you and cups your cheeks in his hands

as you lose the ability to fight the urge to cry, you shake your head and tears start running down your cheeks

“just hold me. Please”

later that night when you cuddle on the couch, you’re wearing one of his shirts and he’s caressing your sides gently

and Frankie’s sleeping in the armchair near you

Ben can’t stop whispering sweet, reassuring things into your ear

“I love you. I love you so much. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you. You’re my soulmate, my love, my everything. I love you. I won’t ever leave you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted”

you don’t bring up the topic of meeting Ben to your parents after this

they can’t actually stop you from dating Ben

and they cannot do anything when he asks you to move in with him

and you happily agree

you become even more inseparable since you start living together

you also go official on social media

Ben posts a pic of you playing with Frankie with a heart-emoji in the caption

and everyone goes wild

especially your groupmates from uni, who bombard you with questions on a daily basis

your best friend brushes them all off and you’re incredibly thankful to her

some people on social media are rude to you, but you ignore them because the rest of Ben’s fans are really nice and sweet

they somehow found your tumblr and tagged you in one smutty fic about you and Ben someone has written

Ben and you recreate it later

everything goes just perfect

you’re both crazily in love with each other

and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your lives together

[crispyimagines17]

DATING BEN HARDY WOULD INCLUDE … 

A/N: Ugh,this boy exudes an 80′s vibe, self love and a big heart full of love to give. Enjoy these series of “dating _____ would include” and give us your thoughts! 

Besides his good looking and handsome manners, Ben could be a total sweetheart once he finds the perfect woman who can adjust to his unusual schedule. 

Hugs every time of the day; sweet peeks or kisses all over you face. 

Telling dumb jokes, so he can listen to your giggles. 

Soft touchings that maybe you don’t find meaning but for him means that you’re real, by his side. 

Your anniversaries would be filled with fun, adventures with millions of pictures so Ben can post them on IG showing you out. 

An example could be going to Paris when you reach you first year of relationship, Ben would take you to the Eiffel Tower so you’d take pictures together and enjoy the romantic view. 

Dinner at Joe Mazzello’s or the whole Bohemian Rhapsody cast. 

I can’t lie about that there’s not going to be lazy nights. There’ll be and all of them would be surrounded by popcorn, your favorite selection of candy, Disney movies - and if you like, to be surrounded by his arms, feel his warm body- or a scary movie. Ugh, what a dream.

I picture him as one of those guys who left you post-its if they call him from work and couldn’t say goddbye to you, like in mornings;

“I’ll be there when you wake up” 

“I made you pancakes, are on the microwave” 

“Good morning beautiful, I made your favorite breakfast. I’ll be there ASAP have a good day! :)” 

All of these written with rush and messy handwriting. 

His favorite thing would be rubbing in circles your scalp with his fingers, seeing you relax and start falling asleep produces his heart to arche. He can’t believe he has a gorgeous girl all for himself.

Handy every time he sees you in a dress, it doesn’t matter if you’re in a public place or redcarpet. And if the thing gets really heatening I assure you there’ll be a quickie in the nearest bathroom. 

Did I mention already he is an ass man?

And what about a boob man? (omg that sounds so funny) 

Playing with his hair when he’s stressed.  

In terms of sex (the golden ticket)  he’s a total gentleman, a lover of your body and always so passionate. No matter how many times you’ve did it. It’s always special.

Ugh I need this boy in my life. 

[kimmietea]

Double Yikes! Part 2 (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Summary: Continuation of Double Yikes! Part 1

Warnings: Uhhhh.... Well I don't want to give anything away so...Read at your own risk

Continuation of Yikes! and Double Yikes! Part 1

A/N: Ok I know it's been a LONG time coming but I believe you will all think it was well worth the wait. Now I recommend you reread the whole Yikes! series before you read this one BUT it's not necessary. I've included a bit of where we last left off so you're all not completely lost. Thank you so much for those of you how stuck by and waited this thing out. I debated on telling you all this BUT I do have an idea for anther part... Reader goes to "help" Ben babysit. I haven't started it and I have no idea if I ever will but the idea is there and I promise if I do decide to do it I will write the entire thing first before posting so no one has to wait. Ok no more rambling lets get to it! Don't forget to tell me what you think and Italics is reader thinking to herself in her head!! Enjoy!!

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"Thank you Ben, I had a really great time." He took a small step forward and placed one hand on your hip, your heart sped up. His hand felt heavy and the heat coming from him being so close spread through your entire body.

"So did I. Thank you for agreeing to go out with me tonight. I never do this kind of thing but I couldn't leave your office without a definite way to see you again." He laughed a little to ease his nerves, his head leaning slightly closer to you.

Oh god ok, breath

"Well I'm very glad you did." You said, much softer than you intended. Ben had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his eyes traveled over your face, landing on your lips. He was close and you could feel his breath across your face again, like at the restaurant. His heavy hand still firm on your hip, his thumb now rubbing along soothingly.

Please kiss me

He brought his other hand up to the side of your face, letting the tips of his fingers run over your cheekbone.

Pleeeease kiss me

You took a chance and placed your hand at the nape of his neck, letting your fingers intertwine in his hair. He smiled and licked his lips.

PAH-LEEAS KISS ME DAMN IT!

"Y/N, can I kiss you?" He whispered.

FUCKIN FINALLY!

Too afraid you'd actually say what you were thinking, you nodded. He smiled and leaned in slowly to close the space between you. You instantly felt an electric shock travel through you causing you to move closer towards him and tug on his hair. He moaned into the kiss and slid his hand from your hip to your back, pulling you flush against him.

You sighed at the feeling of him being pressed against you and your lips parted. Ben wasted no time and slid his tongue along yours. You moaned and let your unoccupied hand glide up his torso, feeling his tight muscles under his shirt to rest on his chest. Ben's hand that was near your face moved to join his other on your back.

Your entire body was on fire, your head spinning, either from the intensity of the kiss or the lack of oxygen, you weren't sure. Just when you were about to pull back to see if he wanted to move things inside, he slid one of his hands down to rest on the curve of your ass.

You whined and pushed back into his hand. He moaned and gripped your ass roughly, causing you to involuntarily snap your hips forward into his. He moaned again and finally pulled away. Ben was panting heavily, his lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed and warm. You were sure you looked the same.

Alright, say something cool and invite him inside

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it.

"I can't do this." Your heart dropped and you could feel the color drain from your face.

But...but things were going so well. What happened? How did i fuck this up?

You could feel tears start to prick behind your eyes.

Do NOT cry in front of him!

“Right, ok.” You nodded sadly and stepped back, away from him. His hands fell from you and you reached for your keys.

"Wait Y/N, that came out wrong." He grabbed your hand and tried to get you to look at him. You shook your head, putting your keys in the lock and unlocking the door.

"No Ben, it's fine. You don't want to. I get it. No big deal." You managed to get out, finally looking up at him and gave him a tight lipped smile.

"But that’s just it, I do want to! Believe me, I do! God I've only been thinking about it since the moment i fuckin saw you." He laughed at himself and you felt a little better.

"Of course I want to. I mean it's obvious I want to." He gestured vaguely to his crotch where there was a definite bulge. You let your eyes glance down quickly.

God if he's that big after just a kiss I could only imagine...no no, time to focus stop it!

"But I'm supposed to be the perfect gentleman tonight, that’s what I meant, and that is definitely not the gentlemanly thing to do on the first date, as much as I'd love to." He paused.

"Maybe on the second date." He chuckled.

"You want a second date?" You asked, hopeful.

"Of course I do. I had an amazing time. You're smart, well spoken, gorgeous and funny as hell. And that kiss! I absolutely need more of that in my life." You laughed and he took a tentative step towards you. When you didn’t step away he wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head against his chest. His heart was pounding.

"Forgive me?"

You smiled up at him and nodded. He leaned down and kissed you again. It was softer this time, slower. He pulled away gently and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed.

"Can I call you tomorrow?" He whispered.

"Definitely."

Alright if this isn't happening tonight i need to go inside before i start begging

You pecked his soft lips one last time and backed away from him. He took your hand in his before you were completely out of reach.

"Now I need to try to get to my car without any of your neighbors seeing me and think I'm some perv walking around your building with a damn hard on." You barked out a laugh and covered your face with your hand. When your eyes met his again that same look from the car and the restaurant was back. The butterflies also made a comeback.

We were just making out! What's with the butterflies! He is going to be the death of me, I swear.

"Goodnight beautiful, I’ll talk to you tomorrow." He said, kissed your hand.

“Goodnight Ben.” You said and he turned to leave. You entered your apartment and leaned against the door. You let out a frustrated groan.

UGGH. Damn you and your grogeous fuckin face and your perfect gentleman shit, your perfect lips and hands.

You were beyond sexualy fusterated and kicked your shoes off, tossed your purse on the table and went to the kitchen. You looked out the window over the sink just in time to see Ben get to his car. You watched him get in but he didn’t pull away.

I wish he would just come back up here and…

You ran to your purse and grabbed your cell, pressing Ben’s number. You had an idea. It rang twice before he answered.

“Miss me already love?” He joked down the line. His voice sounded so much deeper over the phone and you clenched your legs together. You walked back into the kitchen to watch out the window. He was still there.

“Something like that.” You laughed. “About that second date you mentioned.

“Absolutely, anytime.” You smirked.

“How about in about 10 minuntes?” He laughed

Oh that laugh

"10 minutes huh? Yeah, I think i'm free. What did you have in mind?" You started to make a pot of coffee and cleaned the small pile of dishes in the sink.

"I was thinking coffee maybe? I know this great little spot, super cheap but very good and it's incredibly close by." His deep chuckle made your heart jump and a wide grin spread across your face.

"Perfect. I'm on my way back up." You watched his car door open.

"Wait, give me 10 minutes to change."

"Change? I thought we were just having coffee at your place."

"No, we are. I just want to change." You finished the dishes and went to your room to pick up the clothes on the floor and somewhat make your bed.

"No way." He laughed.

"What?" You asked confused and threw the towels from your shower earlier in the hamper.

I should stop being such a slob

"That's not fair, I can't change."

"But this dress is killing me." You took a look around the room and figured it was good enough.

"Then why did you wear it tonight?"

"Cause I look hot in it!" You explained with a laugh and went back to the kitchen to look for something to have with your coffee. He hummed down the line and it made your toes curl causing you to stumble a little.

Christ, get it together

"Yeah you do."

Mmm he better get up here quick

"You have nothing in the car?" You asked, trying not to focus on the effect his voice alone had on you. You could hear rustling as he looked.

"I have gym clothes from earlier today. Would you like me to put those on?"

Oooh Ben in gym clothes...Ben at the gym, hot, sweaty, panting...tempting

"Depends? How bad do they smell?" You joked.

"Y/N!"

"Fine fine, I won't change. I guess 'Cafe Y/N' is open for business then."

"I'll be right up." He laughed.

I love how easy it is with him

You hung up and finished getting the coffee ready and set it, along with everything else on the small table in the kitchen and put some music on softly in the background. The knock at the door came and your entire body went cold.

Oh fuck why am I so nervous all of a sudden. Get your shit together. Let’s go!

You walked to the door and your heart began to race. If you didn’t know the cause then you’d be worried you were about to have a heart attack. A few more deep breaths, a quick adjustment to your dress and a hair check before you opened the door with fake confidence.

What the shit!

He left his jacket in the car and had untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it completely so the black tank top that was covering his chest could be seen. It also looked like he ran his hands through his hair, breaking it of its hold from whatever product he had used. Or maybe that was from you during the kiss earlier. Either way he looked incredible.

Fuckin hell

“I thought we weren’t changing.” You commented as cool as possible. He laughed and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. Your knees gave out slightly and you gripped the door tighter.

“I didn't change. I altered.” He smirked.

Wow second date Ben is a little cocky...I like

“Cheater, I can’t alter mine.” You joked and moved to the side letting him in. He kissed your cheek as he passed and walked inside.

“I can think of a few ways.” He muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” You asked, smiling to yourself and led him to the kitchen.

“Oh nothing.” His cheeks were pink, his lip bit between his teeth. You took a seat at the table and Ben took the seat closest to you, then moved it even closer, the sides of your thighs touching.

“So welcome to cafe Y/N.” You gestured to the table. “Where the coffee is decent and the cookies are probably stale and expired because I don’t remember buying them.” You laughed with a shrug. Time with Ben seemed to fly by. Before you knew it an hour had gone by. Your nerves had settled enough for you two to just sit, talk and joke freely while you sipped your coffee. Neither of you had dared to touch the cookies.

Ben was telling you about an audition he had coming up when the song changed over. ‘Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by Roberta Flack started to play and your over anxious mind started to wander and you completely zoned out.

Things are so easy with him. It's never been like this with anyone before. I don’t want to be another notch. What if I never hear from him again after tonight?

“Y/N, you alright love?” Ben asked, pulling you out of your thoughts, his voice laced with concern.

Oh shit how long have I not been paying attention

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You shook your head to get rid of your self destructive thoughts.

No, things are different with Ben. This won't be the last time we see each other, I can feel it.

“You sure?” He asked, one hand on the back on your chair and the other now rubbing soothingly on your thigh. You smiled and placed your hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, I’m good. I promise. I think my hair is too tight.” You said and raised your arms to let it out of the bun. You pulled the hair tie and ran your fingers through your hair. You groaned as the tension in your head broke, relief washed over you. Because you put it up earlier when it was wet, it had dried in nice, flowing waves. You ran your hand though it a few more times before letting it settle over your shoulder. When your eyes landed on Ben again he was staring at you. A look of awe on his face. Now it was your turn to ask.

"You ok?" You asked with an amused smile.

"My god you are truly breathtaking." He breathed. It felt like the wind was knocked from you, hard to breath. Like when you were a kid roller skating and you fell on your bottom, your breath ripped from your lungs.

Well that’s different

You ducked your head, letting your hair fall over your face to hide your now red cheeks. Ben’s hand that was on the back of your chair moved to push your hair from your face and stayed on the slope of your neck.

“You don’t need to hide from me.” He said softly. The air in your small kitchen felt thick and heavy. The pull towards him that you were feeling all night was stronger now than ever. You heard the song switch over, ‘Movement by Hozier’. It only added to the charge in the room.

Perfect

His hand on your thigh moved just enough so the very tips of his fingers slid the tiniest bit under the hem of your dress. The heat from his hand spread though your entire body making you yearn for more of his touch. You pressed into his hand on your neck and he leaned forward. Your hand found its way to the back of his neck again, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer, pressing your foreheads together. His hand moved from your neck to your hair, mirroring you. His other hand moved again, now the entire length of his fingers under your dress. Your eyes slipped shut and you took a shaky breath, you moved to let your lips touch his just the slightest bit, barely touching.

“I don’t want you to think I do this all the time.” He whispered against your lips.

“I don’t.” You whispered back. He pressed the smallest kiss to your lips before returning to just resting there.

“There’s something different about you.” He confessed.

Are you a mind reader

“It’s just...it’s easy with you.”

Definitely a mind reader

“You feel it too right? Please don’t say it’s just me?” Even with your eyes closed you could tell he had a worried expression on his beautiful face. He knew just what to say to make any worries you had vanish in seconds.

“No, It’s not. I feel it too.” You felt his lips stretch into a smile before he finally pressed them to yours in a proper kiss. It was nothing like the kiss at your door, that was soft and gentle. Now it was hot, needy and a little rough. Knowing you both were on the same page had changed things, you didn't need to be so cautious and nervous anymore.

Both of your hands were in his hair, scratching his scalp and tugging at it gently only to be rewarded with the most amazing moans and groans from him. His hand moved from your hair down to your back pulling you closer to him, you would be flush against him if it wasn't for the angle you were sitting. His other hand moved to the inside of your thigh, gripping the soft flesh in his rough hand.

Come on just a bit higher

You're not sure how much time had passed but by the time he pulled away and moved to your neck, you were a panting mess. Your head was spinning as Ben nipped and kissed your neck, your breathing so uneven you could barely get any words together.

“Ben” You panted, he hummed against your skin in response but refused to detach himself. You moaned at the vibrations and you thought about how wonderful that would feel someplace else. Your hand tightened in his hair and he groaned, biting on your skin harder than before and tightening his grip on your thigh.

“Fuck, Ben.” He smirked against you and moved to your collarbone where he pressed soft kisses. The change helped to slow your breathing and stop your head from spinning so much. You tried to get his attention again.

“Ben” You managed to get out a whisper.

“What is it love?” He pulled back and looked into your eyes. They were just as stunning as the first time you saw them earlier that day. Same unplaceable green shade, only now much darker, filled with lust and desire. His face flushed and hair was a mess.

Fuck he is beautiful

“Bedroom?” You asked, hopeful. He smiled sweetly before pressing a kiss to your lips. He stood and held his hand out for you to take.

“Lead the way.” You stood on shaky legs and took his hand. You stumbled on the way to your room. Ben pressed himself fully against your back, his excitement for what was happening very evident. With his hands gripping your waist and his lips attached to your neck, you tried not to run into the door frame on your way into the room.

Once in your room Ben kicked his shoes off while continuing his endless stream of kisses and bites on your neck. He brushed your hair to one side and laid it over your shoulder, revealing your entire upper back to him. His hands gently touched and caressed the exposed skin everywhere he could. His lips flowing close behind, leaving soft kisses every place his hands touched.

Your skin was on fire, the wetness between your legs building with every press of his lips, a few more minutes and you'd feel it drip down your legs for sure. Ben moved his hands to the zipper on your dress and kissed his way to your ear.

"This okay?" He breathed and tugged on the zipper gently. You nodded, needing to feel his hands on your skin again. He slowly unzipped your dress, crouching to let his lips follow all the way to the end, at your lower back. When he stood again he brought his hands to your shoulders, gently pushing the straps down. You raised your arms, letting the dress drop to the floor and pool at your feet.

Your heart was racing as you stood there almost naked. Your nerves were skyrocketing. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. You felt Ben move from behind you to stand in front of you. His hand cupping the side of your face and his thumb running along your bottom lip.

"You alright my darling?" He asked gently. You took another deep breath and nodded, opening your eyes again.

"Nervous." You explained with a slight laugh. He chuckled and stepped in close.

"Don't be." He said. With his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes even darker than before, he let his eyes glace down to your body, drinking you in before meeting your gaze again.

"You're perfect."

Fuckin wet! My god I could probably cum from his voice alone.

He ran his hands over your now exposed sides and down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You slid your hands under his opened button down and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with your dress.

Oh pin me to the wall with those arms!

You shift your hands down to his waist, letting them skim over his muscled arms on the way. You pulled the tank up over his toned stomach and chest, he raised his arms to let you remove it and it joined the pile on the floor. Your nails scratch gently down his chest, to his waist where you made quick work of removing his belt and pants. You rubbed over his bulge and he moaned, grabbing your face and pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

You continued to rub over him, feeling him grow harder as his tongue slid against yours. His hands moved from your face to your hair, he gripped a hand full and tugged gently. You hummed and squeezed him in your hand, he moaned and let one hand drop to your wrist, stopping you.

"Bed, now." He demanded, his eyes almost black, lips red and puffy and his breathing, much like yours was erratic.

Oh fuck, yes sir!

You jumped up on the bed, head propped up by the pillows. You let your eyes drift over his body as he stood by the side of the bed. He really was a sight. Every muscle sculpted to perfection, clear soft skin, you could go on for hours really. He looked at you with that small smirk of his that you were beginning to realise only came out when he was feeling a little brash.

“What’s that look for?”

“Just…” You let your eyes slowly rake over him again while you rubbed at your thighs. You licked your lips, making a show of it, before capturing the bottom one between your teeth.

“Admiring.” You finished in a sensual tone. He brushed a hand over his chest and stomach almost self-conscious or embarrassed before he joined you on the bed and crawled up your body until he reached your lips where he kissed you again. You let yourself melt into it, into him. Completely lost in the feel of his hands on your neck and face, the slick glide of his lips on yours. You didn't notice him maneuver himself so his leg was between yours until his knee was pressed hard against your center. You moaned loudly and grounded down against him. He moved his lips to your ear.

"That's it love, I wanna hear everything you've got." He whispered and moved his lips down, kissing over your collarbone to the tops of your breasts. His hands moved to your back, unclipped your bra and removed it completely. You sighed in relief, immediately followed by a moan as Ben took a nipple between his teeth. You arched into him suddenly desperate for more. Your hands flew to his hair as he started to suck.

“Oh fuck!” The feel of his tongue combined with the sensation of his sucking was driving you wild. You could feel your wetness start to soak through your underwear. He let his teeth scarpe over the sensitive bud before replacing his mouth with his hand and switching to the other. Your hands moved from his hair to his back where you ran your nails up and down. He dropped from his knees and rutted his hips against yours. His moan vibrated through your breast and over your entire body causing you to moan in turn. The pressure in your lower abdomen was growing at an alarming rate. The slick feeling between your legs almost like a slip and slide.

Christ am I about to cum from this alone!?

"Ben please��.oh god...fuck Ben, stop stop! Please." He immediately stopped and looked up at you, worry etched in his features. You were sweaty and panting wildly, eyes screwed shut.

"Oh my god are you alright?"

Unable to form any words you nodded yes.

"Bad?" He asked fearfully.

"NO!" You shot up, eyes opened wide and almost headbutting him in the process.

Smooth

"Good! Very good, almost too good. “ You laid your head back down and closed your eyes again, trying to regain your breathing.

“I just...oh fuck, I just need a second. Holy fuck that has never happened to me before. This was all about to be over very quickly." You rambled. He threw his head back and laughed.

What I would give to make him laugh every day

"Oh, I like you." He sighed and moved his hand to gently caress over the side of your face. You cracked one eye open to look at him skeptically. A grin stretched across his face.

“What?” he chuckled. You closed your eyes again and made a face.

“I like you too.” You let out a squeak as he captured your lips with his once more. This kiss much like the one at the door, slow and sweet. You moaned, your hands sliding up and down his back encouragingly. He deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against yours with such passion it caused you to buck your hips just slightly into his.

I never want this to end

Ben pulled away placing sweet pecks to your lips before pushing himself up to his knees again.

“Shall we pick up where we left off?” You chuckled and nodded.

“Let's just stay clear of this area for right now.” You said gesturing to your chest. He hummed and brought a hand to the side of your breast and massaged it gently. A shiver ran through your body and you clenched your legs together.

“Fine, but next time I’m going to worship your gorgeous body and I’m spending extra time up here.”

Next time? Does he really mean that or is he just saying it?

“Next time?”

“Next time.” He promised leaning down to kiss you once more before trailing down to your neck. You brought your hands up to tangle in his hair as he bit at a sensitive spot.

"Oh fuck." You sighed. He hummed in response and ran his tongue over the bite.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He muttered into your skin, breathing in and taking in your scent. You shuddered at his words and whimpered when you raised your hips and was met with nothing as he hovered above you. He brought his lips up to your ear and took your lower lobe between his teeth. With one hand holding himself up he brought the other to the side of your neck. The heavy weight on your throat made your heart beat faster and your center throb. You covered his hand with yours and pressed, he got the hint instantly and tightened his grip. You moaned, bucking your hips again.

"Are you wet for me love?" He whispered, running his tongue along the shell of your ear. Unable to think clear enough to form words you nodded and whined.

"Use your words Y/N." His grip on your throat loosened and you took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes! So wet Ben, all for you." Your voice was hoarse. He smirked against your skin.

"That's my good girl." Your hand tightened in his hair at the praise. It was then you realized that you both still had your underwear on. That one final barrier keeping you from what you wanted.

"Ben... p-please." You pleaded. Desperate to get some friction, you rubbed your thighs together. Deciding to take some pity on you, he removed his hand from your throat and ran it down your body. Goosebumps followed in his wake, erupting over your skin. His hand slid between your legs and you gasped when it settled over your mound and the coolness of his fingertips touched the spot where you ached for him most.

You groaned and started to grind against his hand. His middle finger slipped under the cloth barrier and ever so slightly through your folds, gathering some of the wetness.

"Ben come on." You bucked your hips to meet his hand as he pulled it away.

"All in good time love" He said with a grin and brought his finger up to his lips. You watched with wide eyes as he pushed his finger into his mouth. His eyes slid shut and he moaned around his finger. You had enough of his teasing and decided to move things along a little faster. You sat up as best you could and flipped you both over. You settled on top, your legs straddling his waist.

“Damn” He sighed and looked up at you in awe. You smirked and began to grind against him. You could feel his hardness growing more under you. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer as his hips met yours. The friction of your underwear rubbing against you was just what you needed. Before you got too close you stopped to shimmy his boxers down his muscular thighs, groaning at the site of his large cock, red at the tip and leaking. You licked your lips unconsciously and took him in your hand, he gasped and pushed himself up on his elbows to kiss you again. Groaning as you pumped him, he moaned loudly when he looked down and saw your hand wrapped around him.

The pink color high on his cheeks and the darker red spreading from his neck down his chest spurred you on. Feeling neglected you brought one hand to the front of your underwear and began slowly rubbing your clit in a circular motion. Ben’s eyes moved from your hand on him to your hand on yourself. He licked his lips and groaned at the sight. He took hold of both your wrists, stopping your motions and quickly flipped you both back to your original position. His beautiful jade eyes, impossibly dark and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, like he’s about to eat a delicious treat. He leaned down placing his lips briefly on yours before making his way south, showering your stomach with warm and wet opened mouth kisses. Your heart beating fast as he brushes his nose over your underwear, right above your mound. Your breath hitched as he places a long and chaste kiss upon it.

“Ben” You warned, having had enough of his torment. He chucked and pressed another kiss to your clothed core.

“Alright love, no more teasing.” He hooked his fingers under the elastic of your underwear, dragging them down your legs quickly and tossing them over his shoulder. He pulled your legs apart to make room for himself before he laid down on his stomach and pulled you closer to him.

“Goddamm,” he breathed, softly moving his finger up and down your folds, “You really are wet for me aren't you, beautiful? Fuck” he curses under his breath. You moved your hands to his hair and gave it a hard tug. His eyes slid shut and he let out the most pornographic growl yet and rutted his hips against the bed. You loosened your grip and just rested your hands on his head. His eyes slowly opened and traveled up your body to meet yours. You raised a questioning eyebrow, his face was red and flushed.

“So I have a thing about hair pulling.” He confessed with a shy smile.

“I see that.” Your hands raked gently through his hair. He closed his eyes and hummed at the sensation. Without warning he threw your legs onto his shoulders and lowered his head. Your breath hitched before he’d even done anything making him chuckle between your thighs, his cool breath hitting your wetness. You gasped as his tongue pressed against your clit, swirling circles on the sensitive bud. His strong hand firmly on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Hummm,” the vibration makes your whole body tremble before Ben tilts his head to nibble softly at your inner tigh, “You taste fucking amazing,” he adds before diving back in. Relishing in the feeling of your hands in his hair, he moaned against you.

“Plea- Oh, fuck.” Your voice dies in a gasp and your back arches as he delves his tongue in, caressing your most sensitive parts and it feels soft and wet and silky. It tingles and you struggle to breathe as he meticulously swirls his tongue all over. You had never been so sensitive before, so responsive.

He definitely knows what he’s doing

You notice he ruts against the mattress every so often to get some relief for himself. You smirk and give his hair a light tug. He responds with a moan and a quick rut against the bed, as if it was a reflex. You wait a few seconds and try again, same response. You went back to gently raking your fingers through his hair while his tongue worked you over. Soon you feel the familiar knot in your stomach before he pulls back a little and presses his thumb against your clit. You gasp as the change in pressure and it's good but you miss the warmth of his tongue.

"Ben" you breathe, trying to tell him but the words die out. He's there with you and seems to know exactly what you need and he swirls his tongue around your clit and you’re there shockingly fast. You’re almost there… your head sinks into the mattress and you dig your fingers into his hair, your ribs moving fast unashamedly grinding on his face at the rhythm of your breathing and you’re fucking there-

"Ben, close, I'm- I'm close." He pulled away ever so slightly, talking against you.

"Go on love, i'm not stopping at just one" His skilled tongue goes back to working wonders, sending shocks of pleasure to your core, his face deep in you, moving up and down, side to side. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he grabs hold of your thighs, pulling you even closer and you grind your hips against his face, trying so desperately to rush your release, already excited at the promise of more. Your whole body reacts to the sensations, and you’re loud as you moan and gasp and he keeps your hips steady in his hold. He groans against your wetness as he wraps his lips around your clit and begins to suck. Your legs start to shake as a wave of pleasure overtakes your senses and renders you breathless. He continues to gently lick you through your orgasm, finally pulling away when your body goes slack.

“Fuck.” You breathed out. Ben propped himself back up on his elbows so he could see you properly. A satisfied smirk on his now glistening face.

“You ok love?” He asked and even though your eyes were shut you could tell he was smiling.

I can barely think let alone answer you right now

“Y/N?” He urged when you didn't answer.

Ughh, I’ve just been pleasured to the brink of comatose, just give me a second

You just barely lifted your hand to wave him off. He chucked. His fingers began to explore. Traveling up your inner thigh gently. His soft touch slowly brings you back down from your high. They reached your folds, the tip of his index finger ran gently up and down your wet opening. Your breathing began to pick up again and you left out a soft moan.

“Alright darling, i’ll make this one quick.” He sits up on his shins and slides two of his thick fingers into you and begins to thrust at a quick but gentle rhythm. In a matter of seconds you were back to a panting mess, clenching tight around his fingers. The sound of his digits inside you filled the room, making you moan louder than before. Ben curls his fingers, as if looking for something.

“Oh, shit,” you curse between harsh breaths when he finds the spot he’s been looking for. You’re a withering heep in no time, nothing but moans and mumbles of Ben over and over again.

“Go on, nice and loud for me good girl.” The praise drives you to let out the loudest moan yet followed by a yell of his name. His fingers rubbed mercilessly against that spot deep inside you, never letting up. The endless waves of pleasure washed over you bringing you close to tears. You were so close, only needing a little more.

“More.” You managed to get out, Ben knew exactly what you needed and brought his thumb to your clit, working on the sensitive nub with the sole mission to make you come. Your core tightens and tightens and you’re a wreck. You arch your back and his fingers continue to stroke and rub until you start to spasm into climax for the second time that night. He carefully removes his fingers as you settle back on the bed. Ben makes his way up the bed via a trail of soft kisses wherever he could reach, and settles down next to you. His lips find their way to your neck and up to your ear where he whispers.

“I have something to confess...about this morning.”

This morning?

“Huh?” You asked in a slight daze.

“At the office.” You could feel his smile against you.

Oh thats right you big dumb slut, you met this man TODAY! UGGHH It’s fine, IT’S FINE, it’s fine.

“Yeah” He propped himself up on one shoulder so he could look at you. You turned your head to look at him. His face was pink and still a bit glisteny from before. His hair, a mess with a single curl hanging over his forehead. His jade green eyes, a few shades darker but bright and shining. His smile, soft, almost shy.

Fuck me up, he is so beautiful

“I umm...i heard you.” His eyes met yours. It took you a minute to realize what he was talking about.

NO! Ok ok ok, it’s fine really. Ok. See what he actually heard.

“Umm, what uh. What are you talking about?” You tried to play it cool but there was no way he didn’t pick up on the panic in your voice and on your face. He laughed, his smile bright and shining.

“Yikes.” He answered.

Ok well that’s not that bad.

The moment flashed in your head.

**“Morgan, who am i talking to today?” You asked looking down at the papers in her hand.

“Uhh…” She flipped through the papers trying to find you an answer. She stopped on one page and read over it quickly before flipping to another until she found it.

“Wow okay, it’s..” She was cut off by the door opening and your boss walked it with the man you were about to interview.

“Oh Y/N perfect, this is Ben Hardy.” He said with a smile and you looked up from the papers to lock eyes with the beautiful blonde actor.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said with a smile and stepped forward with his hand out to shake. His voice had a deep and creamy tone, it wrapped around you like a warm blanket, working its way under your skin where it wreaked havoc on your insides and stole your breath.

“Yikes.” You breathed you out just barely above a whisper. Morgan, standing that close, definitely heard you and her head snapped over to look at you stunned. You were never at a loss, this was really something. Your head was going a million miles a minute.**

“Also wet.” You grounded and he laughed again pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

**“Ready?” You asked Ben with a smile.

“Ready.” He answered and slid his phone back into his pocket. You watched as his eyes moved from the floor, over your body slowly and finally meeting your gaze where he licked his lips and pulled the bottom one between his teeth to bite on before letting it go and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Wet”

“What?”

“What!”

“I thought you said something.” He said a hint of blush covering his cheeks.**

Your hands were now covering your red face. Ben's fingers moved to run through your hair, doing his best to reassure you.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweets. I only had to go to the toilet because I was half hard. Honestly I was on my way to a full blown boner, I had to leave for a minute.” That made you feel a little better and you lowered your hands enough so you could just peek at him over the tips of your fingers.

“But then… I heard you and Morgan when I came back.”

“BENJAMIN!” You yelled and rolled over to hide your face in his chest. His laugh rang out in the room and he wrapped his arms around you.

**“Uggh stop please. I have never been so embarrassed. He’s so sweet and funny, and the way he talks. Not just the accent but the words he uses and how he carries himself. I just melt at the fuckin thought of him.”

“I wouldn’t be too embarrassed, he’s clearly into you as well.” She said and patted your knee.

“Yeah well if he is, he is doing a much better job of being subtle. I couldn't even tell you what some of his answers were. All I can think about when he talks is how amazing it would be to have him whisper into my neck all the dirty things he wants to do to me while his big strong hands run all over me.”

Morgan opened her mouth to say something but the sound of the door closing caught both of you off guard and you looked to see Ben standing by the now closed door.

“Everything alright ladies?” He asked with a smile and your entire body felt like it was on fire. You were sure your face was beat red.**

“Ok no more embarrassing Y/N! Bang time!” You pulled out of his arms and pushed him on his back.

“Bang time?” He laughed again. “We were just having a cute moment.”

“Yes, well cute moment over. Deal with it.” You said throwing a leg over him to straddle his waist. You leaned down, bringing your lips to his and chuckled through the kiss. His hand tangled in your hair while the other slid down to your hip and squeezed, encouraging you to move over him. You rocked your hips against him and in no time he was matching your rhythm. Your kisses grew messy to the point where you were just panting against each other's mouths. You stopped your hips and gave him a proper kiss before you sat up and began to grind against him again.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned at the new position. His hard cock was lined up with you perfectly, everything slick and hot. Ben's strong hands moved to run up and down your thighs, gripping them tightly along the way.

“My god you are so fuckin’ beautiful.” He moaned. You looked down and saw his bright red face, neck and chest. His hair, a sweaty disheveled mess. You smiled and winked at him.

“Uggh Y/N please! You’re killin me.” He begged with a wide smile. You knew exactly what he wanted. You laughed, slowed your hips and gestured to the bedside table.

“Top drawer blondie”

“Yes!” He cheered and reached back to dig in your drawer.

I love that I can laugh with you

With a triumphant smile on his face he handed you the foil packet and you placed it on him. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips before you sat back and lowered yourself onto him. As he slid inside you slowly, you felt every inch of him until he was completely inside you.

“Fuckin hell.” He shuddered out, his hand laid gently on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles. You hummed and slowly began to rock back and forth. Once you adjusted to him, he grabbed your hips and started moving you on top of him. You placed your hands on his chest to keep yourself balanced as he gathered speed and power. Soon you were bouncing with the force of his thrusts. Your thighs were burning from trying to stay up.

“Ben.” You gasped.

“Tired?” He asked. Of course he knew, you nodded. He slowed his thrusts and pulled you down so you were flushed against him. He wrapped his strong arms around you and without separating flipped you over. Your legs almost shook with relief.

“You need a minute?” He asked, still holding you close. You took a couple deep breaths before answering.

“Hell no” He laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“That’s my girl.” He winked and with a groan, he sat up and pulled your tired legs up and over his shoulders pushing himself inside deeper. The new angle had his tip pressed up against that perfect spot. It took you by surprise causing your eyes to fly open and your wall clench around him. He let out a low, long grown and hung his head.

“This is going to be over very quickly.” He confessed.

“Then make it rough.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. It surprised you too but you didn’t regret it.

“Yeah?” He asked, wanting to make sure that’s what you really wanted.

“Give me what you got, lover boy.” He laughed and shook his head.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He placed a soft kiss to the inside of your knee before he started his thrusts again. He built up a good rhythm and then with all his strength pounded into you.

“Fuck yeah” You moaned and had to place your hands agint the headboard to keep from banging your head on it with how hard he was going. His strong hands gripped tight on your hips, holding you as close as possible. You were certain you would have bruises in the morning.

You could feel your core tightening again, signaling you were close to finishing.

“Ben...close” You managed to get out between breaths.

“I’m right there with you love.” He said not letting up on his thrusts. Feeling the coil tighten in your stomach, the sweat beading on your forehead, the air in the room thick and hot, making it hard to breath, you finally released with a shout of his name. Ben soon finished after you continued riding out your high. He gently pulled out and lowered your legs. He cleaned himself and you up with his discarded tank top before laying down next to you to catch his breath. After a few minutes of the two of you just laying their regrouping he spoke quietly while looking up to the ceiling.

“I uhh… also heard you and Morgan before I came into your office.”

** You went back to your office where Morgan was waiting for you.

“Oh my god pleeease tell me something happened after I left.” She begged the second you walked in the door. You laughed and shook your head.

“Seriously!” She groaned.

“I mean, I thought maybe he was going to say something but Max came in and took him to his office."

"Ugh that sucks. I thought for sure he was gonna ask you out or at least throw you up against the wall and make sweet, passionate love to you."

"Morgan!"

"What!?" She laughed and you cracked a smile. You really would be lost without her.

"Knock knock." Both you and Morgan jumped, her knocking the phone off your desk in the process, and turned to your open door to see Ben.**

“MORTIFIED!” You yelled with a laugh and rolled over to kiss him.

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Halloween & Christmas Writing Challenge

OKAY SO, 

I’ve decided that I want to do another writing challenge for both Halloween and Christmas but I wanna involve you lovely lot. 

Halloween

Halloween will be one fic per day for 15 days [up until 31st October].

Since I’ve had no requests for this one I’ve changed the challenge

Fics will be song fics & outstanding requests will be done as and when I can get around to them

Christmas 

One headcanon/imagine per day for 25 days.

Most likely a dating would include or NSFW Alphabet 

If you have someone you want either of those for REQUEST!!

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As always I will take on any request as best I can but I can obviously write a lot better when I know the material a bit better 

Stuff I’ve written for before

RPF

Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Robert Downey Jr, Aaron Johnson, Austin Butler, Elvis Presley, Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, Ben Hardy, Robert Pattinson, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, David Tennant, Matt Smith, Andy Samberg, Dylan O’Brien, Rob Lowe, Patrick Swayze, John Krasinski, Jamie Parker, Jesse Williams, Taron Egerton, Richard Madden, Harry Styles, Bradley Cooper, Freddie Flintoff, Gwilym Lee, Joe Mazzello, Tom Fletcher, Dougie Poynter, Roger Taylor, Brian May, John Deacon, Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas Disney ColIn Jost, Bo Burnham, John Mulaney, Adam Hills, Greg Davies, Alex Horne, Ed Gamble, Russell Howard, James Acaster, 

Franchises

Marvel, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Twilight, City of Bones, Gone, Doctor Who, 

TV

Supernatural, Sherlock, Friends, Desperate Housewives, How To Get Away With Murder, That 70s Show,  New Girl, Gilmore Girls, Once Upon A Time,  Glee, Jane The Virgin, Teen Wolf, B99, Parks and Rec, How I Met Your Mother, The Office, Ratched, Defending Jacob, Downton Abbey, Criminal Minds, CSI, CSI NY,  Saved By The Bell, Greys Anatomy, Ghosts, Derry Girls, Friday Night Dinner, Sex Education, The Crown, Nashville,

Film 

Mamma Mia, Grease, The Outsiders, The History Boys, IT, Bohemian Rhapsody, Elvis, Goodfellas, 

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🎬 + brie eisen

🎬 + your most recent muse

i hope you’re having a lovely day!!

Brie Eisen

how they’d be introduced

I think she’d be introduced in s1 not long after Starlight joins The Seven. She would be in the middle of a huge tirade against Stillwell. Brie was initially promised the spot Annie filled, but after a scandal, was replaced without her knowledge. With Brie being the diva she is, she goes off on everyone in her path, including Annie who she sparks a one sided war with. 

who the fandom ships them with

Hughie without a doubt. Alternatively, I think people could ship her with A-Train due to the similarities in their personality. 

why the fandom loves them

Her unpredictability. Brie is full of surprises. The moment you think you know her like the back of her hand, she flips the script. 

why the fandom hates them

Her bratty personality. Brie radiates privileged celebrity energy. So, I think that could rub some the wrong way. Her reasons for hating Starlight might also seem baseless to some. 

what the cast relationship would be like

OMG Halston is such a precious bean, so I think she would fit in perfectly with the rest of the crew. I think she and Erin would do their best to keep their fans from pitting their respective characters against each other by demonstrating how well the actually get along in real life. I could see her and Jack getting along the best for some reason. 👀

what was their audition scene

Her dramatic tantrum on Stillwell at Vought would be her audition scene. I think if a chemistry read were needed for Halston and Jack it would be when Brie flirtatiously approaches Hughie at the bar after spotting him talking to Annie. 

dependent upon the fandom, who they’d be on a press tour/at comic con with

Probably with Jack, Erin, Ben Hardy (he’d be playing her twin brother if this were canon), and/or Jessie. 

if they spoil things

I don’t think Halston would be the kind to spoil stuff unless she was given the okay ahead of time (at least not on purpose lol). So, no?

if the show/movie has ended, are they happy with their character’s ending and the ending at large

The Boys is still going and Brie’s overall journey is all over the place. Thus, I’m not sure if they would be happy with how their story ends because I am still on the fence about how it is going to go. 🙈

Heidi Barstow

how they’d be introduced

I think Heidi would be introduced making eye contact with Steve in the halls during s1 when it’s intercepted by Nancy’s presence. Carol would then catch up to her and tell her how much she wishes it was her with Steve in place of Nancy. The girl would then encourage her to make a move in spite of it all, but before Heidi can respond Steve calls them over. Carol goes but Heidi makes awkward eye contact with Nancy and storms off. 

who the fandom ships them with

STEVE. That would by far be the superior ship because who isn’t a sucker for mutual pining. Nevertheless, I think many would ship her with Billy considering the fact that the two briefly date after he is introduced. 

why the fandom loves them

One word: GROWTH. After being harassed by a flayed Billy, losing her brother, and later possessed by Vecna, Heidi goes from pushover class princess to a badass go-getter. I’m a sucker for character growth and I think fans would be too. 😉

why the fandom hates them

Probably the way she tries to stubbornly deal with all of her issues until she ultimately snaps. The fandom might also be bothered by the way she treats Steve coldly at times to keep him at bay even though they are clearly soulmates. 

what the cast relationship would be like

I think Rachel’s relationship with the rest of the ST cast would be very similar to how it was with the cast of The Society; lighthearted and close knit. She and Joe K would be the biggest Heidi and Steve shippers there are. 

what was their audition scene

Rachel’s audition scene for Heidi would be the part in s1 when Steve approaches her for advice on what to do about Nancy putting distance between them, and Heidi retorts that there are more important things going on that he should worry about instead of girl troubles. It’s about a two minute frustration filled monologue that would also serve as a chemistry read. 

dependent upon the fandom, who they’d be on a press tour/at comic con with

The Joes, Natalia, Dacre, and/or one of the actors playing her siblings. 

if they spoil things

A couple things might unintentionally slip. 👀

if the show/movie has ended, are they happy with their character’s ending and the ending at large

That my friend is tbd. One thing I CAN tell you she’s be unhappy with is the way her plot line with Steve would be dragged on. The whole “will they won’t they” might keep people in their toes, but it would definitely frustrate others. 

[witchlyboo]

Definitely, maybe.

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five

Summary: A costume designer tries to explain her crazy university years and past relationships to her 11 years old son.

Pairing: Latina!Reader x Tom Holland x Michael B. Jordan x Pedro Pascal x Ben Hardy x Logan Lerman x Timothee Chalamet

Serie warnings: SMUT, angst, age gap, mention of drugs, violence, blood, a lot of misspellings (sorry) and if you’re underage get the fuck out of here, thnx 💕

a/n: Hey, I write this because I want to improve my English skills which is obviously not my first language and because, u know, quarantine. It’s based in the film with the same name but believe me, the story is totally different. The girl in the image that I poorly edited is white and skinny but there’s not other references to it, this fic is friendly with any size and color skin.

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“It’s ok if you’re a slut mom, it's not a big deal.” You almost crash the car at the sound of the voice of your son using that word, it’s not unusual on a kid of that age, but it still sounds horrible, it’s the first time that you hear him curse and doesn't feel good at all.

Everyone with eyes could notice, you are not a regular mom, mainly for the bright short pink hair that you have had since you were fifteen, if you’d say that you were born with it, many would actually believe it. Of course, you say bad words in front of your kid, even explain to him the meaning and why he shouldn’t use them but it is ok for you to do it, he is as smart and mature as you wish you would be.

“Who the fuck taught you that word?” You said in a concerned voice, using the irony to cool your perturbation. That is a word that shames women, he couldn’t hear it from you, you never use it, doesn’t matter how much you want to.

“Michael said it in class, I didn’t know it was a bad word, sorry mom.” You looked at him through the rearview and give him a soft smile; he is the kindest, sweetest kid you ever met, and it is really great news because at pregnancy you were afraid of not like your own kid and have to deal with him for the rest of your life. But you are in love with him, and you knew, at the moment you saw him for the first time, that everyone else will be inferior next to him.

“Well, it is, and Michael is an asshole, so don’t hear anything that came of that dirty mouth, we don’t insult women for having an active sexual life, ok?” You asked arriving at home and parking, feeling pressed to distract the kid of all the questions he has about your romantic life, you could talk about sex with him but there’s no need to humiliate yourself about your unsuccessful love attempts.

“Ok, I just want to know how you and daddy met, he said that he competed with other guys, was it like a game?” You got out of the car and go to the backseat to help him but he was already out, sometimes you forget he isn’t that small anymore.

“First of all, your dad is an asshole too, second, there wasn’t any kind of competition, I was dating a lot... no, a few guys at that time, because I was young, single and had a less complicated life, that’s the whole story.” You entered the building holding his hand, as usual, you couldn’t imagine your life anymore not doing it, it feels like the right thing to do, like putting the cereal before the milk.

“Who were they, you met them at college too?” The little boy presses the elevator button and looks at you without blinking. You sighed exasperated and look everywhere but him, you know your kid too good to know that he isn’t close to leaving the topic.

“Evan...”

“Just tell me how many they were.”

“Fine! Jeez.” You tried your best to not look like you were mentally counting because that is exactly what you were doing “Five.”

“Including dad?” He asked with authentic curiosity while you were waiting in the elevator.

“You know what? I worked so hard to make of this relationship a no judgment place and to be honest, I’m feeling judged.” You responded feeling nervous for no special reason, you has been avoiding those memories for a long time and now the simple siluettes of them are making your heart pound with force.

“I just want to know what went wrong between you and dad.” The separation happened six months ago but Evan couldn’t get over it yet, he was trying his hardest to fix whatever was broken between both of you; maybe it is your fault for never argue in front of him or showing any kind of distance, you tried to look like a happy couple until the very end, and of course, the notice took him by surprise.

“You know what went wrong, I’m too cool for your dad, and you better watch out or I’ll decide that I’m too cool for you too.” Entering to the apartment you made your way to the kitchen, opening the freezer and pretending to look for food but you and Evan knew that pizza would be the choice, you never cook on mondays.

“Mamá.” The way he sounded so grown up gave you chills, you never hide anything from him, and just felt wrong to start doing it right now. You looked at him and bite your cheek, for some reason just think about remember all of your ex lovers an put them on the table is terrifying you, you haven’t think of it in years and now your kid is obligating you to put your life in perspective. Maybe you don’t like him that much after all.

“Sometimes people doesn’t want to be together anymore and it’s no one’s fault, it’s not your fault, you know that, right?” You walk to him and hug him giving soft kisses in his head, smelling the scent of his hair and for a moment forgetting every bad moment you had on your life. There’s still some of that baby essence in him, you’ll hold onto that smell until the very end.

“Yeah, but I still want to know who are they, do you keep touch with them?” He insisted not even aware of the cute mother-son moment you were having.

“Ugh!” You softly pushed him away from you dramatically and let yourself fell on the couch, you know that you already lost that battle. ”I don’t want you to have the wrong idea of this, your dad and I broke up because we weren’t happy together anymore, and now that we are separated we can enjoy our life and you at the same time, there’s nothing to fix.”

“Ok, but you told me that you had me by accident.” He started saying standing in front of you with his hands on his hips and decision in his eyes.

“Thing that I regret saying everyday.” You interrupted with a whisper.

“So what if your happy ever after isn’t my dad and is one of those guys?” He finalizes sitting next to you. You looked at him with no expression, you already knew the answer of that, but didn’t say anything, it is too bad for him to know that he wasn’t planned, it would be worst hearing that his father wasn’t your first option.

“Why do you care that much? It happened a long time ago, I don’t even know where those guys are now.” You fix his hair softly and cup his face, lying, clearly.

“I just want you to be happy, and I know you are happy with me, and I know that you don’t need anyone else, and I also know that you and dad won’t get back together, i just want to know how you fell in love with him and who the other ones are so I can understand better why you stop loving each other.” You were speechless, couldn’t think any response to that, he was manipulating you and you noticed but didn’t care, you never could deny something to him, and today is not the exception.

“Ok, I’m going to tell you everything, but if we’re doing this, we’re doing it in my way, that means that I’m not telling you who your dad is, I’m changing names, jobs, and I’m censuring the most of it because you’re underage, you order pizza and there’s no way I’m doing this completely sober.” You finished as you opened the freezer again, this time looking for wine, Evan jumped happily and goes for the phone.

“Everything started with Logan...”

[rogerina-deacon]

Hey could you wright something about being Bens girlfriend and having ADHD? Like Ben just helping you with your nervous energy and restlessness it can be fluff or Smut what ever you want. Thanks love

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Request: “Hey could you wright something about being Bens girlfriend and having ADHD? Like Ben just helping you with your nervous energy and restlessness it can be fluff or Smut what ever you want. Thanks love”

Summary: Ben finds the perfect way to help you get out your nervous energy.

Warnings: Smut! Face riding and hair playing specifically, but it’s overall really sweet and passionate

Word Count: 1500

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first piece I’ve written in over a year, so please let me know what you think! Also, if I tagged you and you’d rather not be included in the taglist from here on out, please send me a message and I’ll remove you, I completely understand as it’s been so long since I’ve posted and people’s interests often change! Thanks so much for reading if you do, and remember feedback is much appreciated!

“You feeling alright, love?”

Those soft words from your boyfriend mere feet away on a nearby living room chair took you out of your mind for the first time in a while. You and your partner Ben were spending the Sunday of your weekend off simply lazing around the apartment, him spending his time reading a book he recently picked up, and you not quite sure what to do, so you sat on the couch rewatching an old show as you mindlessly scrolled through various apps, needing desperately to be stimulated by different things all at once.

“What do you mean?” You asked, not quite sure what he noticed about you that you hadn’t.

“Your leg’s been bouncing a mile a minute, love” He said, lightly chuckling as he did, unsure if you’d even noticed you were doing. Which you had, kind of, though it wasn’t something you were doing consciously.

“Yeah, tends to happen, have you not noticed it before?” You questioned, as it was something that happened most of the time if you were sitting, and if you were standing it would change to fiddling with the hem of your shirt, or sleeves if they were long enough. He knew you got restless because of your ADHD, it wasn’t anything new in your life, or relationship for that matter as you two have been dating for nearly three years, and friends for years before that.

“Of course I have, it tends to happen more though when you’re having bad days or haven’t taken your meds. Have you?” He asked genuinely, knowing how difficult it can be to cope without them.

“No, the pharmacy was out when I went to refill the other day, should be in soon though.’ You said, leg’s bouncing more as your brain filtered out all the other stimuli you had going on to talk to him.

“Any way you’d like me to help, love?” He said, moving from his seat on the chair to sitting right next to you, one arm around your shoulder, his hand of the other softly caressing your thigh, still bouncing but less so once he started to sooth you. He softly placed a kiss on your cheek, resting his forehead on the side of your head, his breath softly hitting your face.

“No idea, but if you can think of anything, I’m all ears” You said, a bit shaky and shy. He’s always had the same effect on you, surprising given all the time you’ve known each other, but that’s the Ben Hardy charm you suppose.

“Well,” He started, his voice low and soft in your ear, “I do remember one thing that helped…” He trailed off.

“Yeah? And what was that?” You asked, though really, you had a good idea of what he had in mind, based on his voice and how he wouldn’t out right say it.

“I seem to remember the last time this happened, we found a way for you to stim that was enjoyable for the both of us.” He said softly, his head moving down to place soft kisses along your neck and shoulders.

“How about we get more comfy in our room, yeah?” He suggested, taking your hand and motioning his head to the bedroom you two shared down the hall. You nodded in agreement, and he stood before helping you up, only to pick you up bridal style and carry you there, the door already barely ajar so he just had to push his back against it before walking in sideways so you both could fit.

“I’ll never understand how you do that without a problem every time.” You stated as he laid you onto the bed, before putting on some romantic instrumental music, knowing you needed sound for this to truly be effective. He took his shirt off before joining you on the bed, where he helped you take off your pajama pants as you took off the shirt you were wearing, an old tee of his you had grabbed from the dresser the night before. As soon as that shirt was tossed to the floor, Ben began kissing all over your torso, his lips only leaving your body to say sweet nothings that mean everything. Your fingers tangled in his hair, needing something to do and that seeming like the perfect thing for it. His hands traveled all over your body, caressing and squeezing and just overall trying to show you he finds you perfect. As his hands moved along your body, so did his lips, slowly making their way to their end goal, his tongue gently licking between your folds as his hands settled around your thighs. He knew he had to properly warm you up before you took control in order for this to work, so he gently built up your desire for it, softly licking and swirling his tongue around your clit, flicking ever so softly left to right, all of his moves precisely calculated so you feel them, but just barely, not wanting to build up too fast. Your hands began twirling his hair even faster, so he could tell you were ready to start.

“You ready, love?” He asked, needing confirmation, which you quickly gave with a nod and a soft “yeah”, prompting him to turn and lay on his back, your body adjusting so he had the room to get comfortable before his hands rested on your thighs once more, signaling for you to climb on top of him, your wet pussy hovering over him as you leaned forward to hold the headboard for balance before you slowly lowered yourself onto his mouth, his lips and tongue instantly working you just how he knew you liked it. You soon began moving your hips to where it felt good, the movement relieving the nervous energy pent up in you as you slowly let go, the sounds of the music filling your brain as you bucked your hips back and forth, your hands soon tangling in his hair, not to pull or direct him, but simply to play with, the soft strands of hair twirling and tangling between your fingers, the texture helping you focus on the pleasure he was giving you, his mouth following your hips as they moved as you needed them to, his lips sucking and tongue flicking your clit in the patterns he’s learned you love, his tongue strength of doing this for so long for you showing as he just kept going and going, hardly needing breaks and having perfected managing to breath through his nose during this.

You were completely lost in this, pleasure coursing through you as you simply existed through this. He was helping you get overstimulated in the best way, the mix of the music and the way you moved your hips and played with his hair all while he went down on you, it helped tire you out better than imagined. You’d think your mind would wander too easily, but he provided just enough stimulation so that wasn’t a problem. So much so, in fact, you could feel your orgasm slowly building, the frantic movement of your hips and whimpers telling Ben he needed to keep that same rhythm, and he doesn’t disappoint. His hands grip tighter on your thighs, his tongue going harder but the same pace, pushing you over the edge as you unravel above him, your hands moving back from his hair to the headboard, gripping hard as you moaned and slowed your hips, everything having tired you out, your nervous energy now turned to post-orgasm bliss.

Ben slowly moved out from under you, kneeling up to help you lay down, his hands on your waist and thighs as he did so, knowing your thighs had to be sore after all of that, and your shallow, slow breathing an indicator that this worked. As you relaxed, he laid there next to you, arms around you as you came down, eyes closed with your head resting on his chest, an arm draped over his torso. Your hand drifted further down though, where just as suspected, you could feel his hard-on, though he quickly took your hand in his.

“Did you want any help with that, hon?” You asked, looking sweetly up at him with those eyes he never could resist.

“No, love, it’ll pass, I only did that for you and your pleasure.” He said with a chuckle, giving your hand a squeeze as he brushed his thumb along yours. “But if it doesn’t and you get your energy back up, we’ll see” He said sweetly, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before taking your jaw in his hand, tilting it up ever so slightly before connecting his lips with yours.

“I love you, baby” You said once the kiss was done, it just feeling right to say.

“I love you too, sweetheart” He agreed, placing one last kiss on your forehead once more before settling into a post-sex nap with you.

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[youre-in-the-psycho-circus]

Cigarette Break | Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Warnings: None; a bit sad but fluffy af

Word Count: 1,812

Word Count with lyrics: 2,078

Summery: After a fight leaves Ben and (Y/N) giving each other the silent treatment, they start to wonder if trying to keep their relationship is worth the pain anymore. Inspired by the song ‘Cigarette Break’ by Gavin James.

Masterlist

Dating a widely known actor wasn’t always the easiest, (y/n) had found out, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. For when that actor was Ben Hardy, life was a never ending summer. Before him, (y/n) likened her heart to the winter, frozen over, cold, bleak and devoid of colour. But he had been the gentle whisper of spring, sent to melt the ever growing chill of winter and replace the wasteland with a thriving landscape of intense beauty, growing richer and more colourful with each passing day. But with spring, oftentimes came rain, and despite the love and devotion they took care to instill in their relationship, tears were not a forgien commodity.

They were not always a result of a fight. More often than not, they were shed when Ben would have to leave her for months on end to some far corner of the globe for filming. Other times, it was a heartbreaking part of a film they were watching. And even more likely still, a frustrating day at work in which the other would do all they could to remedy the pain. This included but was not limited to bubble baths, massages, a nice dinner, cuddles, and big fluffy weighted blankets. Whatever it took for the other to see the smile they had grown accustomed to seeing and loved so deeply spanning across the features of their beloved was done without question. Tonight was not one of those nights.

It was two or three days after Ben had returned from his latest project, and for reasons unknown to the pair, this transition back to normality had been rough. Neither was sure how the fights had started. It could’ve been that despite having nothing going on, the actor still had yet to unpack, leaving his belongings scattered all over the floor. It could’ve been how the (h/c) female had been in the middle of trying to meet a deadline for work when he came home resulting in a lack of attention for him. It could’ve had to do with his lack of drive to do anything other than play video games, this including helping with the dishes or the shopping. It could’ve been because the items for her project were left scattered over the dining table, rather than keeping her work reserved to the confines of her office. Whatever the reason was, Ben was sat in the open window sill of their London flat, cigarette poised in his fingertips. The nicotine filled smoke wove through the air in lovely swirls and curves in an almost melodic way playing in stark contrast to his rough, jagged mood. (Y/N) was in the armchair across the room, wrapped in their grey fluffy weighted blanket, trying to imagine the weight on her shoulders were Ben’s arms as they cuddled, as though the fight had never happened. They remained silent, neither brave enough to break the solitude that had enveloped them from the moment the female had opted to stop responding all together.

At some point, the silence had grown so deafening that the actor had connected his phone to the stereo, where soft melodies of their shared Spotify playlist of relaxing songs did little to smooth over their earlier qualm into the deep recesses of their minds. Ben sighed, taking a drawl on the cigarette, gently exhaling the smoke into the pouring english rain as he looked down at the street, ever glistening in the soft orange light from the lampposts above them. It had been their worst fight yet, and the actor feared that this would be a hard one to recover from. The soft piano melodies of Gavin James’ ‘Cigarette Break’ began to pour from the speakers. Ben paused closing his eyes for a moment before glancing back into the flat out of the corner of his eye at nothing in particular. He bit the inside of his lip, placing the still glowing bud down on the ashtray, before he slowly stood.

(Y/N) sighed as their favourite song began to play. She wished she could go back, take back all that she said, maybe better attempt to quell the fires of their anger better than she had. Some part of her was slowly starting to think that maybe she and Ben just weren’t meant to be, that they had grown apart, started down different paths. That’s why she was surprised to see Ben’s hand being extended to her as the first lines of the song began to pour through the speakers.

Just a cigarette break, leave the ashes on the fire escape...

She looked from his large, slightly calloused hand up to his eyes, green enough to rival the quills of a pine tree. Little flecks of gold were speckled throughout them giving them an almost otherworldly quality. Sadness, however, clouded their normal colour, giving them a grey stormy appearance. Flicks of hope lurked behind the clouds, like little bits of sunshine at the end of a storm, as he attempted to extend the metaphorical olive branch.

To burn away, all the words we want to say. I’m counting down every breath you take, it’s just a cigarette break...

Slowly (Y/N) reached out, her hand fitting perfectly into that of the actors as she pushed the blanket from her shoulders. He carefully pulled the girl to her feet, tenderly taking her other hand as if it belonged to a porcelain doll and would break instantly in his hand if he applied too much pressure. He gently pulled her to the center of the room before he wordlessly swung their arms from side to side. His dejected stormy eyes bore into hers as the pair began to sway back and forth in time with the song.

Little fires, little talks and ticking clocks, will take me higher, but you’re the one I’m dreaming of…

Ben slowly pulled (Y/N) closer, still not daring to move his hands from hers as he lowered them to their sides. He slowly and tenderly pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as memories of their relationship began to play like film reels before him. All the hopes and dreams they had shared, the countless late nights tangled in each other’s embrace, the sound of her laugh as it danced like snowflakes through the wind before meeting his ears. He wanted so desperately to make it past this. The thought of her, and everything that they desired together, becoming nothing more than a distant dream put a bitter taste in his mouth and soured his stomach.

When all these moments pass away, just a little too late…

(Y/N) began to wonder what life was worth living without the man she had, until this night, considered to be her better half, her soulmate even. Ben was everything she could’ve asked for and more. Why had they quarrelled to begin with? She wasn’t ready to let go of him, to let go of the weekend mornings spent lazing in eachothers arms in front of the television. To end their shared cups of tea steaming in their hands on a cool rainy autumn morning. To say goodbye to all the stolen kisses and sweet nothing’s they whispered into each other’s ears for no other reason than because they wanted to.

Oh, but I saw a spark and I’ve never seen a more beautiful thing. Am I just dreaming?

At the start of the chorus, Ben gently pushed (Y/N) out, keeping one hand in hers before she spun back into his embrace. This time much closer. Their hands stayed laced together as her hand found its way to his shoulder, his to her waist as they leaned in further into the embrace. They connected eyes again. The sadness they felt began to melt, pooling on their lower lids as tears for the second time that evening. Unable to bear seeing her cry again, he pressed his cheek against hers, pulling her tiny frame even closer into his chest as he led them into a slow spin.

Let’s take it too far, ‘cause every word you say colours me in, and should we begin, before it’s too late? Say that you’ll take a cigarette break...

Ben felt the dams in his own eyes begin to break as he felt her form begin to shake with grief. He bit the inside of his lip to quell his own pain being rather in touch with his emotions. He wanted so desperately to keep it together, to stay calm and collected for her. For if this was to be their last night together, he wanted her to remember the strong, caring man he was, and just how deeply he cared about her, not the crying, blubbering mess that he was sure he’d become if he let the waterworks begin.

So innocent, but lies, they always hurt the most when the truth gets bent, I'm trying hard to make some sense, with all the words that you said, was it all in my head?

(Y/N) nuzzled her head into Ben’s shoulder for some bit of comfort, pulling him ever closer as her tears continued to stain the fabric of his favourite jumper. She took in the smell of his cologne, memorizing its scent as if it were the last time it would envelope her senses. They had seen the worst of each other in the past few days. They had been picking out the worst qualities in each other rather than trying to help them overcome their flaws. It had hurt horribly, the things they had said to each other. In the end, what they said mattered more than the reasoning behind the fight itself.

I saw a spark, and I've never seen a more beautiful thing, am I just dreaming?

Ben pulled back to look at (Y/N) again. He couldn’t help the tears he began to shed, especially once he saw the few that stained her cheeks like the rain out on the street below. They both knew how the other felt, they both felt the regret, the remorse, but love they shared cut far deeper than any of the horrible things they could ever say to one another.

Let's take it too far, 'cause every word that you say colours me in and should we begin before it's too late? Say that you'll take a cigarette break…

This fight, like all the others, had been nothing more than a cigarette break in their relationship. Ben pulled them to a stop in their small spin, releasing (Y/N)’s hand from his as he trailed it up to her cheek, gently wiping the tears from her soft skin. He pulled the girl into the tightest hug he could manage, as they continued to sway back and forth to the music. They let their emotions get the better of them as they always had. It didn’t matter. What mattered were the date nights, the holiday’s they took together, the sick days spent taking care of each other.

And all these emotions ruling my head, they won't let me sleep, they won't let me sleep. They're keeping me awake, from such a beautiful mistake...

Ben and (Y/N) couldn’t contain their sadness anymore as they slowly began to kneel down to the ground, still locked in each other’s embrace. Ben turned his glance up to meet hers again. Both their eyes were red and puffy with tears. He needed her, he needed her more than he needed to breathe. Slowly and gently, he pressed his lips to hers in the softest yet most passion filled kiss he could manage. The same spark he had felt the first time they kissed was still there after all this time.

But I saw a spark and I've never seen a more beautiful thing, I guess I was dreaming…

The fight, yes, had happened, but it was pointless to stay hung up on it. It was too late to take any of it back, too late to prevent it from happening. But it wasn’t too late to save what they had together.

We took it too far 'cause with every word that you said, you reeled me in, when it was nothing, I guess it's too late…

It was an anomaly, a little blip on their otherwise flawless record. It would surely leave a bitter taste for quite some time, a little animosity even, but it didn’t matter. For Oh, this bitter taste was just a cigarette break...

[illfoandillfie]

5 Simple Rules For A Successful Fake Relationship: Picture Perfect

5 SIMPLE RULES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summery:  A whole day with Ben's family and no way to escape. How will you survive? And will any rules be left intact by the end of the night?

Warnings: SMUT (finally lmao), nothing like super kinky but it is explicit, plus the usual stuff,  drinking, mention of smoking.

Words: 6284

A/N: ARE YA'LL READY FOR THIS? smut scene is marked with a *** so you can skip it if you like.

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A week later you were in the passenger seat of Ben’s car, your bags in the back, watching the scenery pass by. You found your eyes drawn to him more often than usual but he didn’t seem to notice. Maybe it was that he was so focused on the road and the traffic around you or maybe it was because you were playing I spy and a few glances from the person who’d spied the object were expected. I spy was a good game. Distracting enough to focus your mind on something other than wanting Ben. For the most part at least. “And we can definitely still see it?” “Yuuuuuuup,” you popped the ‘p’ and glanced over at Ben again. “And it starts with ‘M’ but isn’t ‘Mazda’ like what’s driving behind us, or Mars Bar like what I was just eating?”” “Nope,” you popped the p again and laughed, “d’you want a clue?” “Go on then, otherwise we’ll be stuck like this all day,” “We’ve been following them since we got on the motorway,” Ben’s forehead creased as he thought about your clue, “Truck doesn’t start with ‘M’,” “Clever boy. You deserve a gold star for that one,” “Bite me,” You laughed and gave in to the temptation to look at him again, noting the crease of his forehead as he thought about your clue, “Should I just tell you?” “Fine, I’m never going to get it at this rate,” “I spy with my little eye a mudflap girl. Two of them actually,” “What the fuck is a mudflap girl?” You pointed at the silhouette on the tuck’s mudflaps, “Her. The chick with the stupidly pinched in waist and big knockers.” “Is that what they’re called?” “What knockers?” “No, I’m perfectly familiar with those,” Ben laughed and you whistled teasingly, willing your mind to stop picturing what it was picturing “Shush, I meant the mudflap girls, is that what they’re called?” “Yeah. You didn’t know?” He shook his head slightly, “Never really came up.” “Sorry, would have picked something else if I’d realised,” “‘s fine. Just means I won’t hold back with the next one.” You’d been a little nervous at the prospect of driving hours with just Ben for company, still coming to grips with the fact you wanted to knock boots with him. You couldn’t even think about it in direct language, just roundabout phrases your mum used to use. But, thankfully, all your concerns had disappeared the moment you got into the car, infected by Ben’s bright smile and insistence that he’d make it fun. His definition of fun was a lot of classic driving games, hence the I Spy, plenty of road trip snacks, and a healthy dose of a specially curated driving playlist. You’d made fun of him for including I’m In Love With My Car on it but he just turned it up louder and sang it at you which only made you laugh more. It stopped any awkwardness or uncomfortable silences in their tracks. But all the laughter and playful teasing was just another reminder of how close you were and that made you think about how badly you wanted to do the dirty with him, hear him whining your name, feel his hands all over you, cuddle up with him and doze as he read to you. You shook your head as the third image sprang to the forefront of your mind. That wasn’t right. Bumping uglies was one thing but dozing was out of the question. Unless it was in a post-coital come down of course. Not that any of it mattered since you weren’t going to act on it. Joe had made it very clear that something actually happening was a bad idea. Although, looking at Ben now he didn’t seem to be that bad off. Certainly not white knuckling it as Joe had said. He was happy and bubbly and you couldn’t see a single sign of him falling apart. What did Joe know anyway? He lived so far away, how could he possibly know what was good for Ben or, for that matter, you.

Halfway there you found a place to pull up so you could stretch your legs and refresh your snacks but then it was back into the car for the second leg of the trip, winding through the traffic until it thinned out and you pulled up outside a nice white house with a tidy yard. “This is it?” you asked, the nerves back in full force. “Yeah, you good?” You just nodded your head but Ben gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, “Remember the plan, yeah? Hold hands as much as we can, look as loved up as possible, just like what we do for the cameras. What’s our story?” “Met at the audition for Edith since you’d already been cast. Hung out a lot as prep for the movie. You asked me out a couple of days before filming began and we dated secretly for a while but then, partway through filming, we were caught by paparazzi and decided to be open about it.” “Very good. What el- shit, no time for the rest of the pop quiz, the front door just opened.” “It’s okay, I’m good. We’ve been doing this for months now, it’s just more of the same.” Ben nodded and then let your hand go so he could get out of the car. You opened your door and stepped out, smoothing out your skirt, your hand cold outside of Ben’s grasp. But he fixed the problem, taking your hand again as he led you towards the front door and the person who’d come out onto the driveway. He squeezed your hand again. “Hi mum. This is Y/N,” “Well it’s about time,” his mum said, already stepping forward to hug you, forcing you to drop Ben’s hand “lovely to meet you, darling.” “Pleasure to meet you too Mrs Jones,” you smiled politely as she stepped back. “Oh, Angela, please,” her hands were still on your shoulders as she examined your appearance, “Gosh aren’t you pretty.” You managed to stutter out a thank you, suddenly feeling much more shy than you normally would have. “Oh c’mon mum, let her go.” “I’m just saying she’s beautiful, what’s wrong with that?” but her hands fell from you as she turned her attention to Ben, “I still think you’re very handsome too Ben. Need a bit of a haircut though.” He rolled his eyes but hugged her all the same. “Mikey’s already there setting up with your father and I expect you’ll be giving him a hand soon?” “Can I not have five minutes out of the car before I get piled up with chores?” Ben whined as you both followed her inside.

She led you on a brief tour of the house, pointing out where the bathrooms were and coming to an end at Ben’s old room where you’d be staying. She promised you enough time to grab your bags and freshen up before you’d be asked to help and then she headed back towards the front of the house. You peeked inside the bedroom door hoping to see what teenage Ben’s sense of style was but it had since been redecorated. “Don’t look so disappointed,” Ben laughed, “Mum had the whole house redone a few years ago and it didn’t make sense to keep my room how it was.” “Please tell me there’s photos here somewhere,” “Probably but you’re not seeing them,” “You have to tell me something, I’m your girlfriend and I need to know.” “Fuck off, you do not,” “Please?” you extended the word in a childish whine, pouting at him until he broke. “What d’you want to know then?” “What’d you have on your walls? Band posters?” Ben laughed, “Uhhh, a few sports things – my favourite teams and that. Some girls with big tits leaning all over cars…Couple of theatre posters too,” “Nerd,” “Shut up,” he laughed again, pushing against your shoulder, “Sorry about Mum by the way,” “It’s totally fine,” “I promise it’ll all be over soon,” You were taken aback as he wrapped you up in a tight hug but very happily relaxed against him. Carefully, so as not to break the moment you looked up at him only to find him looking back at you. It was the closest you’d been since the almost-kiss in the hotel. Sure, you’d been close, even hugged before, but not in this long, lingering way and even then, it was mostly just in public. A sharp knock at the door made you break apart. “Sorry to rush you but Mikey’s just called asking after you. Better get a move on,” “Who’s Mikey?” you asked, refusing to acknowledge the tension in the air. “My brother, Michael. S’pose we should crack on. You’ve got about twelve bags to pull from the car.” “Fuck off, it’s only two and one of them’s a hand bag. Plus, it’s you’re fault for not being more specific about dress code.” You hadn’t known exactly what to pack and got no clear answer when you’d asked, so you’d packed a few different outfit options, from casual jeans and a nice blouse to a slightly more fancy little black dress, the clutch you’d taken to the French restaurant packed with it in case you needed a stylish purse. “You’re such a drama queen. Just help me with them yeah?”

You would have known he was Ben’s brother even before you’d heard about him. His face was thinner and his shoulders less broad but they had the same smile, same eyes. He was lovely too, jumped down off a chair and dropped the coil of fairy lights he’d been holding so he could shake your hand and introduce himself. Then came their dad, maybe not quite as warm as their mum but just as welcoming. Both you and Ben were handed lengths of lights and sent off to find places to hang them. Inside it wasn’t necessary since the restaurant was already lit up, staff busting about making sure everything was ready for that afternoon. So Ben led you away from the big open door, into the beer garden. It was mostly paved, small shoots of grass sprouting up through the bricks, though there was also a large strip of grass at the very end of the yard. Ben’s brother and dad were on one side of the yard, securing their lights to the fence so you and Ben headed straight for the grassy end where the light of the restaurant wouldn’t quite reach. “Wait here a sec,” Ben said, handing you his coil of lights and turning back towards the paved area. You watched as he dragged on of the sturdy wooden tables over to you. At the first scrape of the wood on the brick he looked inside to see if anyone was going to go mad at him but, aside from his family members, no one noticed. When he finally got it in position, he climbed up onto the table and held out his hand for the lights. You kept lookout as he wound the wire around a tree branch and then jumped down again, handing the end of the lights to you so you could wrap it around the tree trunk and secure the battery pack out of harm’s way, as he pushed the table back into place. It wasn’t long before the yard was covered with lights extending from the doorway all the way to the fence that blocked the yard from the road. Of course, all that work meant you deserved a drink so, by the time Ben’s mum and other family members began arriving in the late afternoon, you were already halfway through your first glass. Ben gave you a running commentary of everyone who walked into the restaurant. “That’s my cousin and her daughter. And the couple behind her are my,” he thought for a moment, “Well let’s call them cousin’s too because I don’t know how seconds and removals work. The bald guy over there talking to Mum is my great uncle. And the woman who just waved is an Aunt. Whatever you do, don’t mention her son. He’s had a run in with the law and it’s a touchy subject.” “Noted. But shit, when you said family get together you really meant it,” “Yeah,” Ben laughed, “The Jones’ don’t do things by halves. ‘Specially not when there’s drinking involved.”

As the place began to fill Ben took you around to meet people. You felt a little like the ball in a pinball machine, bouncing from one person to another, introducing yourself and then moving on to someone else, almost immediately forgetting any names you’d just been told. It was almost like doing interviews again except with more movement and more alcohol. Ben kept a hold of you, either interlocking his fingers with yours or else wrapping his arm around your waist, keeping you close to his side, only letting you go to grab you another drink or light up a cigarette. At one point you had a small crowd gathered beside you, all pointing out things they’d seen in magazines or on the internet about you, all wanting to hear about how you met. Thankfully you’d become quite practiced at telling the story. “We met at the audition actually,” Ben said, “I had the part but they wanted to try me with different actresses to find someone that would work well on screen. I’d met, I don’t know, eight or nine women and then Y/N came into the room. She looked kinda nervous,” You shook your head in disagreement but Ben ignored you. “but we got a chance to say hi before we had to read the lines and we just clicked.” “Our director really liked us together so I got a call back and we did another scene,” “So they could, y’know, see us kiss, make sure the chemistry was there.” “They must have liked it because I got the part. We did a couple of weeks of all this, um, like, bonding stuff. The rest of the main cast was there too but me and Ben had a few one on one things because we were playing a couple that was already engaged so they wanted us to look really connected.” “Anyway, I wanted to ask her out after day one but I wasn’t sure if I should because we’d be working together,” “I took a little longer to see him in that light but he was so sweet and charming and fun to be around, and by the end of the week I was thinking the same thing. Only neither of us wanted to make the first move because if it wasn’t mutual then it could make the next few months of work really awkward.” “Eventually one of the other actors pointed out how into me she was so I asked her out for a coffee and it went from there.” He returned your smile and then pulled you closer into his side, dropping a kiss to the top of your head as you leaned against his chest. “Well your casting director knew what they were doing because you two are adorable together.” A few more questions followed but eventually Ben was able to extract you from the crowd with the excuse you needed more drinks. “Actually, I gotta run to the loo, I’ll bring some food back with me though, okay?” “Okay, I’m gonna grab another cocktail, you want anything?” “Beer’d be great,” “Sure thing, babe,” He smiled again as he left you but you were smiling too. There was something fun about the act. Even with everything that had happened and how mixed up and hard it had been at times, an evening like this was fun. He made you laugh and made sure you felt comfortable in what could have easily been an extremely uncomfortable situation. Plus, it meant you got to indulge the part of you that was still fantasising about being with him. You were allowed to kiss him and touch him because you were acting. There was no confusion about why, no worries about if you were crossing the line you’d put down, nothing to stop you from enjoying it. So what if occasionally your fantasies extended beyond just doing the horizontal tango? It wasn’t so bad to think about cuddling up in front of the TV with him.

Drinks in hand you headed back to where Ben had disappeared, trying to spot him in the crowd. “Y/N!,” You spun round to see who was talking, finding yourself face to face with Ben’s mum again. Angela, you reminded yourself. “Come join us over here,” she said leading you to a table where a few others sat, “You’ve met my husband Keith already, yes? And this is Doug and Katherine. This is Y/N, Ben’s girlfriend.” You took a seat and chatted with them, glancing around for Ben every so often. Eventually Doug and Katherine got up to talk to someone else and Keith went off in search of more food, leaving you and Angela alone. “Now, darling, Ben tells me you’ve got a work thing to get back home for tomorrow so you’ll be leaving a bit earlier than originally planned.” Angela said, patting your hand. “Yeah, um, it’s an audition,” you lied. It was a cover Ben had come up with so you didn’t get guilted into staying an extra day. “Well that does sound important. I’m sad we won’t have longer to get to know you though. I must admit, I saw a photo of you and Ben a while ago and I was hoping he’d bring you up because you just looked so lovely. And you obviously make him very happy, which is of course what every mother hopes for. So you have to come back soon so we can have a proper chat. Make a weekend of it or something.” You were a little taken aback, stunned to hear how much of an impact you’d had without meaning to. It made you feel a bit guilty. This was Ben’s family and you weren’t part of it, you shouldn’t be there. But you swallowed the doubts, tried to ignore how much you wanted it all to be real, and smiled back at her, “I’d love that. Just say when.” “Oh now don’t tempt me or I’ll have the date picked out before the end of the night. I don’t want to jump the gun or seem too forward but just seeing how you two are together…I hope you know you’re welcome in our family. Ben loves you a lot, I can tell.” “I know. And it’s very kind of you,” “I mean it darling. And if the next family get together was your wedding, well….but of course that’s neither here nor there.” You laughed it off but your insides were churning. “So this is where you got to,” Ben’s voice interrupted as he dropped into the seat beside you and lay his hand on your knee. You hadn’t realised your leg had been bouncing but you stopped it the moment he touched you. “I was just telling Y/N that you should come back again soon, when there’s no auditions to interrupt your stay.” “Sure, Mum,” Ben said, still touching your leg. You chatted for a bit longer until she got distracted enough for Ben to lean into your ear and softly ask, “You okay? Or do you want to get out of here?” “Please,” you whispered back. “Okay, follow me,” He took your hand and told his mum he wanted to introduce you to someone but you barely heard it, your head buzzing as you made a polite exit and let Ben lead you outside, making excuses to anyone who tried to stop you. As soon as you were clear of the venue he pulled out his phone to find a car, one hand on your lower back, rubbing soft circles over your shirt until you felt you could breathe easy again. “Better?” “Thank you. How’d you know?” He shrugged, “I just know you. I saw your leg bouncing and figured Mum had said something,” “She mentioned us getting married,” “What? Why the fuck would that have come up?” “It was just a passing comment but I….” You half shrugged, trying to find the right words. “It’s okay, c’mon, let’s go home you can tell me everything.” You nodded and let him hug you as you waited for the car.  

Once you were inside Ben grabbed a couple of glasses from the kitchen and then headed into the dining room. “Thank you dad,” he mumbled as he pulled a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label out of a cupboard and turned to show you, “He’s kept a stash of this stuff in here since I was a kid. Got in trouble for stealing some a couple of times.” “Better not let him find out about this then,” you laughed, feeling more relaxed now that it was just you and Ben, a sizeable distance from the rest of the party. Ben chuckled along as he poured a little into each glass and carefully replaced the bottle, “So what happened back there?” “I don’t know,” you accepted your glass and took a sip, leaning against the corner of the table. Ben didn’t cut in, he just took his own drink and waited until you could say more. “I guess it was just harder to be around your family than I was expecting. It wasn’t the same as sitting in a restaurant on a date,” you drew the quotation marks in the air with your fingers, “That was a room full of people who care about you and they were all so lovely and welcoming and your mum said she’d been hoping you’d bring me here since she saw a photo of us and invited me back so she could get to know me and I said I’d love to because what else could I say and she seemed so happy about it and so pleased that you’re so happy and I feel so guilty about lying to them all. What if they find out? Your mum’ll be so disappointed.” “Don’t worry about lying to them, I’ve done it plenty before,” when you didn’t laugh he put his glass down beside you and took you free hand in his, “Seriously, Y/N, there’s nothing to feel guilty about. The premiere is coming up in a couple of weeks and then pretty soon after that we’ll break up and I’ll tell them it just wasn’t working, and they’ll accept it and never have to know the truth. And then we can forget this whole thing and move on.” You weren’t so sure that was what you wanted anymore, but you weren’t sure enough to say it. Instead you put your glass down as well and said, “but it must be hard for you too. Having me here and everything.” It was only when you looked at him that you realised how close you were standing. He was still holding your hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your fingers. “I’m a big boy, I can handle it.” You weren’t sure what compelled you to do it, the drink maybe, or just pent up sexual tension, but he was so close and he was looking at you with those eyes and before you could stop yourself you leaned in to kiss him. He seemed a bit shocked, taking half a step back, and you were sure he was going to tell you it wasn’t a good idea and then leave you standing there alone. But then his hand was on your jaw as he kissed you back, all hesitancy gone. You felt him sigh against you as if he’d been holding his breath, waiting for this to happen again, and pulled him in closer.

***

Maybe it was the months without sex, or maybe it was how often your mind had conjured similar scenes, or maybe it was just how good it felt to have him press you against the table to kiss you again, but whatever the reason it wasn’t long until you were pushing the hem of his shirt up over his stomach. He took the hint and stopped kissing you just long enough to pull it over his head, quickly finding your lips again as his fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt. He got about halfway through and then stopped, instead dropping his hands to your arse so he could lift you up and carry you up the hall towards his room. He kicked the door shut once he was through it and pressed you against it, kissing you as if to make up for lost time. It was a heady experience, being pinned to the door, your legs wrapped around him as you kissed messily. Too much and not enough all at once. You needed him closer still and clutched at his shoulders to try and make him understand. Either he really could read you well or he wanted the same thing because a moment later there was no longer a door behind you, Ben taking the few steps towards the bed and letting himself drop to the mattress. He pushed your shirt from your shoulders, no longer needing to hold you up, and ran his hands over your sides as if trying to map out he lines of your body. A whine escaped you as your need to remove layers grew and you dropped your hands to his belt, fumbling blindly with the buckle. A voice in your head told you it was a bad idea. You still weren’t certain of your feelings, weren’t sure doing this would cure you of them or if it’d just make everything messier than it already was. But the voice got quieter with every shift of your hips and every stroke of his fingers. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” he mumbled against your neck. All you could manage was a small whimper of agreement as he kissed you again, and traced his fingers up to the clasp of your bra. It was on the floor in seconds, his hands replacing the material, only making you want more. You arched your back into his touch, panted against his lips. He smiled, circled a nipple with his thumb, delighted in your response.

Suddenly he flipped you over so you were sitting on the bed, kissed you again and then stood up. “Ben?” you were worried he was going to put an end to things before they got too far. Thankfully he didn’t, just shucked off his pants. You almost laughed in relief as he leaned over you again, making quick work of the fastening of your skirt so it too could join the clothing on the floor. The voice in your head was gone, silenced by the pure desperate need to have him touch you more, and he was making no moves to stop it either as you shuffled further up the bed, pulling him along with you. You let out a choked off moan as he kissed a trail down your neck, tilted your head to the side so he could reach all the spots that made you gasp. But it still wasn’t enough. You were going to go crazy with need if you didn’t get something more soon, so you let your hand fall between you, rubbed your palm over the front of his boxers, felt him rock his hips against your hand, already hard. He sat back on his knees so he could slip your underwear down your legs. “Fuck,” he groaned as soon as he realised how wet you were. You grabbed his wrist and put his hand between your legs, hoping he’d take the hint. He did, trailing his fingers between your lips, over your clit. Your breath caught as he slipped a lone digit into you, slowly, easing you into it before he added a second. He watched you closely, eyes half lidded and soft, the tip of his tongue poking out from between his teeth like he was concentrating on memorizing every inch of you, inside and out. Even in that moment, when your breaths were coming shaky and uneven, and your skin was burning under his gaze, even then all you could think was how hot he looked, hair ruffled, lips kiss swollen, completely enraptured by you. He shifted his finger slightly and your eyes fluttered shut. “There, babe, fuck, right there,” you sighed. “Like that?” he asked softly, twitching his fingers against you again. You nodded though he drew a more vocal response from you a few seconds later when he added a third finger and leaned down to suck your nipple between his lips. He hummed when he heard you say his name and repeated the same motion in the same place, so you said his name again, louder, and then again and again as he kept going, hitting you exactly where you needed him. You were almost surprised by how quickly he managed to pull you over the edge. Almost. But it had been a while and he’d always promised he was good. He worked you through it before he carefully withdrew his fingers and kissed you again, stealing what little breath you had left.

And then he stopped. Sat back again. You blinked your eyes open and reached for him as he leaned over the edge of the bed, opened the draw of the beside cabinet and swore. Pulling himself back towards you he took your outstretch hand and kissed the back of it, “I don’t have any condom’s here,” he sounded apologetic. “I have some, wait,” you kissed him quickly before you stood, a little unsteady, and opened the wardrobe door, thankful Felicity had given you the handful of them and that you’d brought the bag with you. He looked like he was about to ask why but the sight of you climbing onto the bed, straddling him, with one hand on his chest to lay him down, made the question die in his throat. He let his head fall back onto the pillow as you pulled his underwear off and rolled the condom on as quick as you could manage. And then you sank down onto him, trying to take your time. “Fuck,” you whined, pausing to give you both a moment to adjust. His hand grabbed onto your waist, fingertips pressing into you, encouraging you to move. It was soft but not quite, both of you panting and groaning as you raised and lowered yourself on him, building up to a steady rhythm. His hands roamed over you, grabbing your arse the way he had done on his couch, moving over your breasts, squeezing your hips, gentle but firm pulling you to speed up each time. You needed to be closer though, so you leaned down to kiss him again, grunting at the change of position. But it interrupted your flow, made you stutter out of time, so Ben propped himself up on his elbows, and then when that wasn’t enough, sat up fully, his knees rising behind you. One hand was braced on your back to keep you steady as you circled your hips, the other cupped your cheek as his forehead leaned against yours, every uneven breath audible, able to feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest under your palm. “I love you,” he sighed, his nose bumping against yours as he searched for your lips again. You were on the verge of repeating his words back to him when he dropped his hand from your cheek, let it fall between you and brush against your clit, the confession lost in your moan. “You gonna c-cum for me?” You nodded, leaning into his neck as you did your best to keep riding him, legs shaking with the effort and your approaching release. He didn’t let up until you were crying out into his shoulder, following close behind you with his own moan.

***

You lost track of how long you sat there, leaning against each other as you came down, lost track of where you were, lost track of the reality of your relationship. Your instinct was to keep clinging to Ben, keep kissing along his jaw and nose as you pulled yourselves back together. But it was too much for him. He let go of you suddenly, as if just touching you was painful. “I’ve gotta…” he said with a half hearted nod in the direction of the doorway. “Oh. Right, yeah,” you climbed off him, trying not to react to the sudden emptiness, the sudden cool of the air outside of his embrace. Ben moved to the edge of the bed, glanced at you, ran his hand through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen,” you offered somewhat lamely, not sure how to explain everything you were feeling. “Neither. Are you okay?” “Yeah. I, um, it was really good and I-I think I kind of needed it.” This was it. There was no more running from what you were feeling. No more pretending it was platonic or just physical. You had to come clean, to yourself as much as to Ben. Ben smiled but it was a pained kind of smile, “It was good for me too. Really good. But it can’t ever happen again.” He stood up before you could say anything else, tied off the condom and put his boxers back on, making a hasty retreat. Something stirred in your memory and you had the sudden urge to tell him he couldn’t leave you because he owed you a third orgasm, but it was too late. He was gone and you were left sitting there, naked and alone, waiting for him to come back so you could explain. When enough time had passed without his return you got up, put your pyjamas on and went to the bathroom, running on autopilot as you considered everything that had just happened. Maybe Ben was right to walk away. Maybe it had been a mistake. He probably wouldn’t believe you if you told him how you really felt. You’d taken too long to work it out, been too vocal about not feeling it. And it would be poor timing to say it right after you’d slept together. He’d think you were saying what he wanted to hear so he wouldn’t be embarrassed about saying it himself. And maybe it was down to all the tension between you. You’d spent all day pretending to be the loving girlfriend after all, maybe it had influenced you a bit, made you think you felt things you didn’t actually feel. But something that good, that tender, didn’t just happen with anyone, surely. It certainly hadn’t been like that with anyone else you’d been with casually. And you’d assumed that having sex with Ben would be the solution, that you’d finish and be fixed. No more thinking about him, no more wanting to be with him. But all you really wanted was to cuddle up beside him. Fall asleep in his arms. That wasn’t something you usually wanted from one night stands. Normally you’d want to get out as fast as possible not sit in their bedroom and wait for them. And the thought of everything else that could happen if he just knew it was what you wanted – waking up beside him, making him coffee, listening to him play stupid love songs on his stupid guitar, comforting him on bad days, being his actual fucking girlfriend and not just his pretend one – all of that sounded so fucking wonderful. It couldn’t just be endorphins making you feel like that. There had to be something of substance behind it all. Afterall they’d been there for a while now, those feelings. It wasn’t like the sex had conjured them. You’d been pretending not to notice them but they’d been there for months. So the only way forward was to tell him.

When you got back to the bedroom Ben was there, curled away from you on a makeshift bed on the floor. He could have been sleeping except his shoulder’s were too rigid, holding too much tension. “Ben?” He didn’t respond, just kept feigning sleep. So you switched out the light and tiptoed to the bed, crawling under the covers. The sheets still smelt like him and it made your heart ache. What if you just said it? You sat up, turned your head in his direction. “Ben?” it came out as more of a whisper than you’d have like so you tried again, “Ben, I-I-” If you said it now would he join you? Or would he pretend he hadn’t heard? You fell silent again at that thought, not sure you could cope with it. Maybe you’d just hold off for a bit. Wait until the premiere. Give yourself time to find the exact right words to explain your apparent change of heart. He couldn’t write you off as trying to spare him some embarrassment if you said it weeks after he’d let it slip in the throws of passion. He’d have to take you seriously then. “Goodnight,” you sighed, and lay down again, though try as you might, you couldn’t sleep. You lay there in the dark, sure Ben was just as awake as you were, with only one thought in your head. You loved Ben. And you didn’t know what to do about it.

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Glenda Farrell (June 30, 1904 – May 1, 1971) was an American actress. With a career spanning more than 50 years, Farrell appeared in over 100 films and television series, as well as numerous Broadway play. She won an Emmy Award in 1963 for Outstanding Supporting Actress for her performance as Martha Morrison in the medical drama television series Ben Casey.

Farrell began acting on stage as a child and continued with various theatre companies and on Broadway before signing with Warner Bros. Embodying the brassy blonde character of the early talkies. Farrell was a signature 1930s Warner Bros. star, starring in films such as Little Caesar (1931), I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang (1932), Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933) and Lady for a Day (1933). Starting with Smart Blonde (1937), Farrell played Torchy Blane, the hard-boiled, wisecracking reporter in a series of popular films; which later was credited by comic book writer Jerry Siegel as the inspiration for the DC Comics reporter, Lois Lane. After leaving Warner Bros. in 1939, Farrell remained active in film, television and theatre throughout rest of her career.

Farrell was born in Enid, Oklahoma, to Wilhelmina "Minnie" (nee Messer, 1879-1931) of German descent and Charles A. Farrell (1873-1937) of Irish and Cherokee descent. Farrell was the only daughter and had two younger brothers, Eugene and Richard. After her family moved to Wichita, Kansas, Farrell began acting on stage with a theatrical company at age seven, playing the role of Little Eva in the play Uncle Tom's Cabin. Farrell's mother had never achieved her desire of being an actress, encouraged and supported her daughter's acting interests. When her family moved to San Diego, California, a teenage Farrell joined the Virginia Brissac Stock Company. Farrell made the third honour roll in Motion Picture Magazine's "Fame and Fortune Contest". Her picture and biography were featured in the magazine's April 1919 issue, which also stated that Farrell had some experience in the chorus, vaudeville, and camp entertainments. Farrell received a formal education at the Mount Carmel Catholic Academy.

In 1928, Farrell was cast as the lead actress in the play The Spider and made her film debut in a minor role in Lucky Boy. Farrell moved to New York City in 1929, where she replaced Erin O'Brien-Moore as Marion Hardy in Aurania Rouverol's play Skidding. The play later served as the basis for the Andy Hardy film series. By April 1929, the Brooklyn Daily Eagle reported that she had played the role 355 times. Farrell appeared in a number of other plays, including Divided Honors, Recapture, and Love, Honor and Betray with George Brent, Alice Brady, and Clark Gable.

In 1930, she starred in the comedy short film The Lucky Break with Harry Fox, and in July 1930 Film Daily announced that Farrell had been cast in Mervyn LeRoy's film Little Caesar as the female lead, Olga Stassoff. Afterward, she returned to Broadway and starred in On the Spot at the Forrest Theater. At the time, Farrell conceded that motion pictures offered immense salaries, but felt the theater was the foundation of the actor's profession.[6] She appeared in several more plays.

In 1932, Farrell starred in the hit play Life Begins. Her performance caught the attention of Jack Warner, who signed her to a contract with the Warner Bros. film studio and cast her to recreate the role in Warner Bros.' film adaptation of Life Begins later that year. Farrell did not return to the stage until 1939.

In her first two years with Warner Bros., Farrell starred in 17 films, including Girl Missing (1933), Gambling Ship (1933), Man's Castle (1933) opposite Spencer Tracy, and Columbia Pictures' Lady for a Day (1933) by director Frank Capra. Farrell sometimes would work on three pictures that were shooting at the same time and managed to transition from one role to another effortlessly. She worked in over 20 movies between 1934 and 1936, starring in films such as Go into Your Dance (1935), Little Big Shot (1935) and High Tension (1936).

Farrell was close friends with fellow Warner Bros. actress Joan Blondell,[8] and throughout the early 1930s, they were paired as a comedy duo in a series of five Warner Bros. movies: Havana Widows (1933), Kansas City Princess (1934), Traveling Saleslady (1935), We're in the Money (1935) and Miss Pacific Fleet (1935). She also appeared with Blondell in the Academy Award-nominated Gold Diggers of 1935 and Gold Diggers of 1937 musical film series. Farrell and Blondell co-starred in a total of nine films. Together, they came to personify the smart and sassy, wisecracking dames of '30s and '40s film.

In 1937, Farrell began starring as Torchy Blane, the fast-talking wisecracking newspaper reporter.[9] Warner Bros. had started to develop a film adaptation of "MacBride and Kennedy" stories by detective novelist Frederick Nebel in 1936. For the film version, Kennedy is changed to a woman named Theresa "Torchy" Blane and is in love with MacBride's character. Director Frank MacDonald immediately knew whom he wanted for the role of Torchy Blane. Farrell had already proved that she could play hard-boiled reporters in Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933) and Hi, Nellie! (1934); and was quickly cast as Torchy with Barton MacLane playing detective Steve McBride in the first Torchy Blane film Smart Blonde (1937).

Smart Blonde was a surprise hit and became a popular second feature with moviegoers. Warner Bros. starred her in several more Torchy Blane movies opposite Barton MacLane. She portrayed Torchy in seven films from 1937 to 1939. The films took Farrell's popularity to a new level. She was beloved by the moviegoing public and received a huge amount of fan mail for the films. On her portrayal of the Torchy Blane character, Farrell said in her 1969 Time interview: "So before I undertook to do the first Torchy, I determined to create a real human being—and not an exaggerated comedy type. I met those [news-women] who visited Hollywood and watched them work on visits to New York City. They were generally young, intelligent, refined, and attractive. By making Torchy true to life, I tried to create a character practically unique in movies."

Along with starring in the Torchy Blane series, Farrell appeared in a number of other films, including Breakfast for Two (1937), Hollywood Hotel (1937), and Prison Break (1938). Additionally, she performed in several radio series, including Vanity and Playhouse in 1937, and Manhattan Latin with Humphrey Bogart in 1938.

Farrell was elected to a one-year term as the honorary mayor of North Hollywood in 1937, beating her competition Bing Crosby and Lewis Stone by a three-to-one margin. Even though it began as a Warner Bros. publicity stunt, Farrell took the job seriously, attending functions, presentations, and ceremonies. She was also put in charge when the North Hollywood Chamber of Commerce announced that it wanted to put sewers along Ventura Highway and started the groundwork for that project.

In 1939, Farrell left Warner Bros. when her contract expired. Several factors resulted in her decision including, feeling Warner Bros. was typecasting her as a newspaper reporter, a disagreement by Jack Warner for a pay rise, and wanting to return to the theatre. Farrell later told syndicated columnist Bob Thomas in 1952: "There's something more satisfying about working in a play. You get that immediate response from the audience, and you feel that your performance is your own. In pictures, you get frustrated because you feel you have no power over what you're doing".

In July 1939, Farrell starred in the lead role in the play Anna Christie at the Westport Country Playhouse, then followed that with a summer stock production of S. N. Behrman's play Brief Moment. She co-starred with Lyle Talbot and Alan Dinehart in the long-running play Separate Rooms at Broadway's Plymouth Theater for a successful 613-performance run throughout 1940 and 1941. In April 1942, she starred in the Broadway play, The Life of Reilly.

Farrell returned to motion pictures in 1941, starring in director Mervyn LeRoy's film noir, Johnny Eager. Throughout the '40s, '50s, and '60s, Farrell continued to appear in numerous films, including the Academy Award-nominated The Talk of the Town (1942), Heading for Heaven (1947) and the 1954 Charlton Heston adventure epic Secret of the Incas.

Farrell made her television debut in 1949 in the anthology series The Chevrolet Tele-Theatre. She appeared in over 40 television series between 1950 and 1969, including Kraft Theatre, Studio One in Hollywood, The United States Steel Hour, Bonanza, and Bewitched.

In 1963, she guest-starred in the ABC medical drama series Ben Casey as Martha Morrison in the two-part episode "A Cardinal Act of Mercy". She won the Primetime Emmy Award for outstanding performance in a supporting role by an actress. Farrell co-starred with her son Tommy Farrell in two comedy films in 1964: Kissin' Cousins with Elvis Presley and Jerry Lewis in The Disorderly Orderly.

Farrell briefly retired in 1968, but soon decided to return to acting. Farrell's final work in her long career was the Broadway play Forty Carats. She was appearing in Forty Carats at the Morosco Theatre until ill health forced her to leave the play a few months later. Farrell was eventually diagnosed with lung cancer.

In 1920, Farrell was hired to do a dance routine at a Navy benefit ball in San Diego. There she met her first husband, Thomas Richards. They were married from 1921 to 1929. Their son, actor Tommy Farrell, was born in 1921. In 1931, she was engaged to Jack Durant of the comedy duo "Mitchell and Durant" but never married him. She dated screenwriter Robert Riskin a few years later.

In 1941, Farrell married Dr. Henry Ross. The couple met when Farrell sprained her ankle during a performance of the play Separate Rooms and was treated backstage by Ross, who had been called forth from the audience. Ross was a staff surgeon at New York's Polyclinic Hospital and West Point graduate, who later served as chief of the public health section on General Eisenhower's staff. Farrell and Ross remained married until her death 30 years later. Farrell was a devout Catholic.

In 1971, Farrell died from lung cancer, aged 66, at her home in New York City and was interred in the West Point Cemetery in West Point, New York. When Ross, who did not remarry, died in 1991, he was buried with her.

Comic book writer Jerry Siegel credits Farrell's portrayal of Torchy Blane as the inspiration for the fictional Daily Planet reporter and Superman's love interest, Lois Lane. Siegel also named June Farrell, one of the characters in his Funnyman comic book series, after Farrell.

On February 8, 1960, Farrell received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for her contribution to motion pictures, at 6524 Hollywood Boulevard.

In 1977, Farrell's husband Dr. Henry Ross donated 38 acres of land to the Putnam County Land Trust, establishing the Glenda Farrell–Henry Ross Preserve.

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The Most Dramatic Season Ever - Week 6

Summary: It’s your time now! You are ABC’s new Bachelorette and this is your journey! All these men (including our fav BoRhap boys and then some) are competing for your heart! Will you find love? Will you get engaged at the end? Or will you end up heartbroken? Find out, on the most dramatic season ever!

Word Count: 10.1k (this one’s a DOOZY)

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A/N: A note on the names in this chapter! So, I went with Ben’s family name being Hardy since we all know him with that name. I understand that in reality, his parents would be Mr. and Mrs. Jones. And with Rami’s sister, I couldn’t get a confirmation on whether her name is spelled Jasmine or Yasmine so I went with the J spelling because that was what I saw first.

Warning(s): Mentions of racism.

Night 1  Week 1  Week 2  Week 3  Week 4  Week 5

Week 6 here we go!!!

Your first hometown date was with Ben in Sherborne, UK. You met him at the center of the town, which was small and quaint. But you liked it. Especially once you saw Ben walking over to you. You ran to him and leaped into his arms. He caught you with a laugh and a sweet kiss.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, shaking his head. “In Sherborne.”

“I can’t believe it either,” you replied. “But I’m so happy that I am!”

“Me too,” he agreed as he set you down. “I thought I’d just give you a bit of a tour so you can see where I grew up before we head to my parents, yeah?”

“Sounds perfect!” 

He took your hand and started down the road. At the end of the street was a vintage car. It was a black convertible, like you’d seen in old movies. It looked glamorous.

“This,” Ben said, walking up to the car. “Is our ride for the day.”

“Are you serious?!” you cried. “Oh my God!”

“Glad you like it,” he chuckled.

“I love it!” you told him.

He opened the passenger side door for you and you slid in. Then he walked around to the driver’s side and got in beside you. He looked at you, smirked, and then started the engine. He looked so sexy behind the wheel you had to turn your attention to the road so he wouldn’t see you blushing.

He drove slowly. There wasn’t much traffic, anyway, so you really could see all the places he was pointing out to you. He showed you the church he attended as a kid. Where he went to primary school. The tree under which he had his first kiss. It was all so sweet. It was all so Ben.

“I wish you could be here in October sometime,” he said. “We’ve got the Pack Monday Fair, which is always a great time.”

He told you about the fair and all his fondest memories, especially attending with his father. You were melting.

“So, how often do you get here to visit your family?” you wondered.

“As often as I can,” he said. “I’m all the way in London, and it’s not like I’ve got weekends off. But I definitely get here for special occasions and holidays.”

“Do you think you’d want to settle down here?” you asked. “When you’re ready to start a family?”

“As much as I love it here, I’d rather stay in London,” he said. “There’s more opportunity there and more diversity, which is something I want my children to experience. But believe me, they’ll be coming here to visit Nan as often as possible. My mum can’t wait for me to have kids, so she’ll be all over them.”

You giggled. “I like that. I want an involved family.”

“You might regret saying that one day,” he joked.

You drove on, and by the end, you felt you had seen almost the entire town. You stopped at the store to pick up a bottle of wine and some flowers for his mother, before at last going to the house. It was a cozy little home, and it looked inviting. You took a deep breath before starting up the driveway.

“Nervous?” Ben asked.

“A bit,” you admitted.

“Don’t be,” he said and kissed your cheek. “They’re gonna love you.”

Before you could argue, he reached out and opened the door, allowing you inside first. 

“Hello!” Ben called.

Seconds after his voice rang out, a swarm of people were upon you. All rushing to hug Ben and get a glimpse of you. He introduced you to his mother and father, and then to his aunts and uncles who were there. His grandmother remained seated on the couch, so you all made your way back to her so Ben could say hello.

“These are for you,” you said to Mrs. Hardy, handing her the wine and flowers.

“Oh, thank you, darling,” she replied. “They’re beautiful!”

You smiled as she disappeared into the kitchen to put them in a vase. Then Ben’s father approached you. You smiled and shook hands again.

“Y/N, right?” he asked.

“Yep, that’s right,” you told him.

“Come on, let’s get you a drink,” he said.

“Won’t say no to that,” you replied.

You followed him into the kitchen. Mrs. Hardy had already set out the flowers on the counter, and she was fussing around the food, which was evidently almost ready. Mr. Hardy poured you a glass of wine and handed it to you.

“Thank you,” you said.

Ben’s parents were surprisingly easy to talk to. You offered to help his mother with dinner, but she insisted you just relax. His father was a lot like Ben. A bit reserved, but friendly. So you chatted with them for a bit while Ben got caught up with the rest of his family.

When dinner was ready, you all sat around the dining room table. Mrs. Hardy served up a delicious meal, and then told you all to “tuck in.” You had a great time during the meal. His family was funny and warm. They welcomed you with open arms. You felt comfortable with them immediately.

“So, Y/N, can we have a chat?” asked Mrs. Hardy once the plates were clear.

“Of course,” you agreed.

You followed her to the sitting room. You sat together on the couch, and she gave your knee a maternal pat.

“How’s it all going?” she asked. “With Ben, that is.”

You smiled. “Ben and I have something really special,” you told her. “He told me that he’s falling in love with me, and I feel the same. Which I’ve told him.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “Has he told you that he’s never been in love before?”

“He has,” you said. “And I’m still a little worried about that.”

“Worried? Why?” she asked.

“Well, because I don’t want him to feel like there’s more out there,” you said. “Or to get confused. I don’t want him to wake up say, ten years from now and wonder if he made a mistake because he didn’t really know what he was doing.”

“I don’t think you need worry about that,” she said. “Ben is...a unique man. He’s struggled to find love because he’s quite aware of his feelings. He has told me about girls he’s gone with and expressed things like ‘Mum, I liked her, but I don’t think she’s the one,’ or ‘Mum, she’s beautiful, but I can’t go forward just because we’re attracted to each other.’ If he’s falling in love with you, then he means it. He isn’t confused.”

“That’s a relief to hear you say that,” you said. “Because I just wasn’t really sure if he knew. But you’re right, Ben is a self-aware person, and I have faith that what he’s telling me is true. I did promise him I’d never doubt him.”

You explained to her what Luke had once said about him.

“That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed. “Ben’s honest and kind. And, Y/N...he’s ready. He’s ready to find his partner and settle down.”

“I think he’d be a wonderful husband,” you told her. “And I suppose I have you to thank for that.”

She giggled and took your hand. You smiled at each other.

Meanwhile, Ben was talking to his father. They stood out on the back patio, each smoking a cigarette. You didn’t like that Ben smoked, but he did it pretty rarely since he was an athlete. And he also told you it was his goal to quit by the time he had children.

“So, Benny,” Mr. Hardy said. “How’re you feeling?”

“It hasn’t been easy,” Ben said. “I’ve...well, I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Has she fallen in love with you?” Mr. Hardy wondered.

“She says she’s getting there,” Ben told him. “But there are still three other guys.”

“They good blokes?”

“Yeah, actually, I like them a lot. Consider them friends, even.”

“That’s good, it shows she’s got taste,” Mr. Hardy joked.

Ben chuckled. “Yeah. I’m just worried. I want to tell her that I love her. But I don’t want to get my heart broken.”

“There’s no way to fall in love without taking that risk,” Mr. Hardy said. “If you love her, love her with everything you’ve got. Pursue her. Let her know why she should choose you.”

Ben smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

You switched parents, so Ben went to speak to his mother, and you went to speak to his father. You looked at Mr. Hardy and saw Ben’s features in his face. It was like looking through time and seeing Ben as an older man. Only, Mr. Hardy had brown eyes. Ben got his eyes from his mother.

“Can I ask you how you feel about Ben?” Mr. Hardy asked.

“I care a lot about him,” you said. “He’s probably the sweetest person I’ve ever met and...well, I’m falling in love with him.”

“He’s not hard to look at, either,” he joked.

“Well, he gets it from somewhere,” you returned, pointing at him.

He laughed. 

“You seem like a nice girl,” he said. “I think you’d be a good wife to Ben, if that’s what you both want. I’m just happy if he’s happy. And he seems quite happy with you.”

You looked at Ben through the window, where he was sitting with his mom.

“You guys must miss him a lot,” you said.

“Terribly,” Mr. Hardy said. “But once again, he’s happy.”

“I’ve so appreciated you welcoming me into your home,” you said. “A home as loving as this shows me what I can expect from Ben. Thank you.”

He opened his arms to you, and you gladly accepted them.

Inside, Ben was telling his mother exactly what he’d told his father. That he was in love with you and was nervous about telling you.

“I agree with Dad, darling,” Mrs. Hardy said. “I think if that’s what you’re feeling, you should be honest with her.”

“It’s just scary since...well, I’ve never done it before,” he said. “How do I…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“Do you think it matters to her how you say it?” she asked.

“No, I think she just wants me to be honest,” he returned.

“Then there you have it, love,” she said.

The night wound down and it was time for you to go. You said fond goodbyes to Ben’s family and he walked you out to the van already waiting for you.

“Today was such a great day,” he said. “They really seemed to like you.”

“I really like them,” you told him. “You have a great family, Ben.”

“I hope you come back,” he said.

“Me too,” you replied.

A beat passed. Ben pulled you into a tight hug. Then he lowered his lips to your ear.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave a small squeeze. 

“It means so much to hear you say that,” you said.

You desperately wanted to tell him that you loved him too. Because you did. But you knew it was a bad idea. All you could do was convey how you felt through the embrace. And then when he kissed you...it was nothing like the way he’d kissed you before. This was something else entirely. It felt more like a promise.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he said.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” you told him.

With that, he opened the car door for you. You slid into the back seat and smiled at him once more before he closed it. He stood on the street and watched you go, feeling like you were taking his heart with you.

Your next hometown date was with Gwilym. Like Ben, he currently lived in London, but his hometown was Sutton Coldfield, where much of his family still resided. Gwilym had told you a little bit about his hometown, so you were excited to see it in person. You met him at Sutton Park.

He looked dashing where he stood waiting for you, despite only wearing a sweater and jeans. You ran up to him and he caught you in his arms. He planted a warm and welcoming kiss on your lips. You held him a little tighter.

“I’m so glad you’re here, cariad,” he said as you parted. 

“I’m glad to be here,” you replied.

“I figured I’d show you Sutton Park,” he said. “It’s a staple of the town and quite lovely on a day like today when we’ve got nice weather. Fancy a walk?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed.

He offered you his arm, which you took. It really was a pleasant day, with a rare bit of sunshine. As you walked, he told you who you would be meeting that day. His family kept it small, so it would just be his parents and siblings. Gwilym was the youngest. It was difficult for you to picture him the youngest sibling, since he always struck you as mature and grown up. He assured you that his childhood was normal, and that he and his siblings were very close now that they were all adults.

You walked together in the park for about an hour. Then he told you there was another stop to make before going to his parents’ home. You emerged from the park, walked another fifteen minutes or so, and then you saw it - a library.

“Since you saw my personal collection, I thought I’d show you where I first gained an appreciation for literature,” he said. “Right here at the Sutton Coldfield Library.”

“I can’t wait,” you told him.

He smiled, took your hand, and led you inside. The library looked fairly typical. It wasn’t grand or beautiful, but it had some charm to it. You tried to imagine young Gwilym poring over the books, trying to decide the one he’d like best. You smiled at the thought.

You were just about to tell him so when a distraction in the shape of a little girl came hurtling over, throwing her arms around Gwilym’s legs. She was maybe six years old. Her blonde ringlets settled against her face.

“Mr. Gwilym, you’re back!” she cried, clutching a handful of his jeans. “We’ve missed you!”

You blinked, shocked at the sudden appearance of the girl, but even more surprised that she knew Gwilym and was comfortable enough to hug him so tightly.

“Hello, Rosie,” Gwilym replied, patting her head. “I’ve missed you all too.”

Suddenly, more children emerged from a section you saw was the children’s library. Their little faces lit up at the sight of Gwilym, and they all followed Rosie’s example of throwing themselves on him. He laughed and then saw your bemused expression.

“I come home twice a month to read to the kids,” he told you. “To give back to this place.”

A little boy had clamored onto Gwilym’s back.

“Where’ve you been, Mr. Gwilym?” he wondered with a pout.

“Well, you see, children,” Gwilym said, nodding toward you. “I’ve met someone very special.”

In a swarm, they detached themselves from him and walked over to you, staring. You bit back a laugh.

“Hey, kids,” you said kindly. “I’m sorry for keeping Mr. Gwilym away.”

“You’re pretty,” Rosie said. “Are you Mr. Gwilym’s girlfriend?” 

“I am,” you told her.

“Are you gonna get married?” asked another girl beside you.

“Maybe!” you said. 

You met Gwilym’s gaze as the children demanded more information and you did your best to answer them. A future with him was suddenly much clearer.

“Alright, everyone leave Mr. Gwilym and his friend alone,” said the librarian, an elderly woman with her silver hair in a long braid down her back.

“Hello, Joan,” Gwilym said warmly, bending down to kiss the woman’s cheek.

Joan smiled at you as Gwil introduced you and she asked how everything was going. You told her it was all wonderful, and Gwilym agreed. Then Rosie returned and tugged on Gwilym’s pant leg.

“What are you going to read for us today?” she asked.

“Oh, Rosie, I’m sorry, we just popped over to say hello,” he told her. “We don’t have a story today.”

Tears shone in her big, blue eyes and you nearly started crying yourself. 

“Please,” Rosie begged.

“Please!” the other children echoed.

“Read them a story, you monster,” you teased, punching his arm lightly.

“Alright, I’ll read you a story,” Gwilym said. “If Miss Y/N reads it with me.”

“Please, Miss Y/N!” they cried.

You laughed. “Alright, then,” you agreed. “Story time it is.”

They all cheered, returned to the children’s library, and settled into the back corner. It was a cozy little set up, with bean bag chairs and cushions and stuffed animals everywhere. A wide bench was placed under the window, where the reader would sit. The kids picked out a story while you and Gwilym took your places. 

He started off the story, and his enthusiasm was not something you had seen him yet. He did voices, he made faces, anything to amuse the children. They giggled and snickered, enjoying themselves to the fullest, and totally riveted by him. You were too. You knew you were reading the words and doing your best to be convincing, but your mind was on Gwilym and how impressed you were with him. It showed you how much he valued learning, and the kind of father he might be.

When the story was over, you had to say goodbye and head to the Lee household. The kids were sorry to see you go, but their parents were arriving to pick them up. Gwilym even knew their parents, and said quick hellos before guiding you out and down the street.

“That was….” you trailed off. “So amazing. I feel like every time we’re together, you show me a new side of you. And I think that one is my favorite.”

He chuckled. “I just want to give back to the next generation,” he said. “Maybe they’ll go on to be great writers or professors. Maybe they won’t. But no matter what, they’ll support their local library.”

“You’re the actual sweetest, you know that?” you said.

He only laughed before throwing his arm over your shoulder and leading you away.

For the evening, you went to his parents’ home. It was a bit larger than what you were used to seeing in the UK, but looked inviting. You met Gwilym outside, and he hugged you tightly. You did your best to return it with the flowers and wine in your hands.

“Are you ready, love?” he asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied.

“Let’s go in.”

Together, you walked across the threshold as Gwilym called out to his family. The first person to round the corner was his father, who wrapped his son up in the friendliest bear hug. His brothers and sister were not far behind. His mother approached you first.

“Hello, dear,” she said kindly. “I’m Ceinwen. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you replied. “I’m Y/N.”

Gwilym introduced to his father, Tom, his brothers, Geraint and Owen, and his sister, Rhiannon. They were all very friendly and gave you hugs as they met you. You followed them into the kitchen, and as you walked, you observed your surroundings. This family was undeniably Welsh, and proud of it. Gwilym told you that both his parents were from Wales, and he connected strongly to that heritage. Seeing the home, you understood why. You envied that connection a little bit.

“You have such a lovely home,” you said to Ceinwen. “Thank you for having me.”

“We’re glad to have you,” she replied. “Come, sit down for dinner.”

It was already on the table when you arrived, so she said you had perfect timing.

“I’m relieved,” Gwilym said. “We got a bit delayed at the library.”

“Oh, did you take her to see the children?” Ceinwen asked.

“I did,” he told her. “We had a wonderful time with them, didn’t we?”

He looked over at you and took your hand. You beamed.

“We really did,” you said. 

They asked how your day was overall, and you were excited to tell them that it was great. You always felt like you could gush about Gwilym. His family exchanged happy glances at your every word.

After dinner, Rhiannon asked to speak to you. You happily agreed and followed her into the sitting room. You each took a seat on the couch.

“How’s this whole process been for you?” she asked.

“It hasn’t been easy,” you told her. “I’ve had to make really difficult decisions, but I’m just following my heart the best I can.”

“How many men are left?” she wondered.

“Including Gwilym, there are four,” you said. 

“And how are you feeling about him as compared to the other three?” she pressed.

You swallowed. “That’s difficult to say. I sort of have to compartmentalize each relationship and evaluate it on its own strengths or weaknesses. I know that Gwilym and I have been strong since the beginning. He’s really opened up to me, as I have to him, and we’re falling steadily in love.”

“And has Gwil expressed his feelings for you?”

“He’s told me that he’s falling in love with me,” you said. “Which made me so happy because I’m falling in love with him too.”

“Have you told him that?”

You shook your head. “I haven’t. But I plan on letting him know soon.”

“As long as you’re honest with him, he’ll be honest with you,” she said with a smile. “Gwilym’s reserved, but not afraid of the truth.”

“I definitely see that about him,” you agreed. “We’ve always been totally honest with each other.”

You smiled at each other. You spoke to his parents next. His mother sat on the couch beside you and his father in a chair across the coffee table.

“Can I just start by saying what a wonderful man you have raised?” you began. “Honestly, Gwilym has been such a dream and completely unafraid of the risk involved in this. He’s great.”

They both grinned.

“Thank you,” Tom said. “We hope that means you’re feeling strongly for him.”

“I am,” you assured him. “I told Rhiannon that I’m falling in love with him.”

“That’s wonderful,” Ceinwen said. “He told us the same about you.”

“Now, there are still other people involved in this,” Tom said. 

“I know,” you said. “But believe me. I care so deeply for Gwilym. The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt him.”

“You must understand,” his mother said. “As his parents, that’s our worst fear. After he lost his fiance, he was a wreck. I don’t want him to return to that.”

“I understand,” you assured her. “I will do what I can to keep him from that. But please understand my position as well. I can’t make any promises right now.”

“Right, of course,” Tom said. 

You chatted a little longer, and you once again told them how much you admired Gwilym. Meanwhile, he was talking to his siblings.

“So, how are you feeling about her?” asked Owen. 

“I’m falling in love with her, for sure,” Gwilym answered. “I really could see her being my wife.”

“But you’re not completely in love?” questioned Geraint.

“I dunno if I could say that with other men involved,” Gwilym replied. “I want to be down on one knee before I give myself that completely.”

“She seems like a great girl, Gwil,” Rhiannon added. “You two seem compatible. She’s got a good head on her shoulders. But are you sure you could propose after just a few weeks?”

Gwilym looked at his wine glass and swirled the deep purple liquid around, just for something to do while he considered this question.

“You all know how seriously I would take an engagement,” he began. “I think, if within the coming weeks, Y/N and I find ourselves at that point, then yes. I could see myself proposing.”

The siblings all exchanged a look. If he was that serious about you, they would support him.

Overall, Gwilym’s hometown went well. It wasn’t as smooth as Ben’s, but given Gwilym’s history, you understood his family’s skepticism. Even so, they seemed genuinely happy for him. As Gwilym led you out, you swung your clasped hands with joy. He smiled at you.

“Gwilym,” you said. “You told me back in London that you’re falling in love with me.”

“Yes, I remember,” he said.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that….I’m falling in love with you too,” you said. “Hard and fast.”

His smile widened.

“I’m happy to hear it, cariad,” he replied.

With that, he turned you toward him and pulled you in for a kiss. His lips pressed into yours with a need you had not felt from him before. His gratitude for your validation was deeper than you thought. Perhaps his feelings were as well.

When you broke apart, you coiled your arms around his neck and held him close. You stood there for what felt like hours. Despite everything you had been through with him, and the beauty of that moment on the London Eye, this was the most romantic moment you felt with Gwilym. Just you and him. Outside his childhood home, knowing each other without even speaking.

“You need to get going,” he finally said.

“I wish I didn’t,” you replied.

“I do too,” he agreed. “But there’s more to this journey.”

You stood on your toes and kissed him again.

“I’ll see you soon,” you whispered.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.

He walked you to the car and opened the door for you. With one last kiss, you got in. As you drove away, you felt your heart breaking without him.

After Gwilym’s hometown, it was time to leave the UK and head back to the states. Your first stop was in New York for Joe’s hometown. He was from Hyde Park, which you knew nothing about. You were excited to see it though and understand Joe better.

You arrived at Hyde Park and met Joe on what appeared to be a random street. You sprinted to him, eager to be in his arms. You had missed him desperately while you were apart. He caught you and spun you around with a laugh before he kissed you.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he said. 

“I’ve missed you more,” you returned.

“Wanna bet?” he shot back.

You laughed. “What are you going to show me today?”

“Hyde Park isn’t exactly known for tourism,” he said. “We’ve got the Vanderbilt Mansion, sure, but other than that we’re just your average town.”

“So, are we going to see the mansion?” you wondered.

“Actually, I thought we’d do something better,” he said. “Come with me.”

He took your hand and began to lead you down the street. This community was clearly close-knit, as several people stopped Joe to talk to him and catch up. He introduced you as his girlfriend and they all smiled happily for him. Finally, you stopped outside a restaurant. The name on it was Mazzello’s. You grinned.

“Your family’s restaurant!” you cried. “I’m gonna get to see it?!”

“Absolutely!” he returned. “My brother, John, has been handling things since I’ve been away, so he’ll be the first family member you meet.”

“I can’t wait!”

You followed him inside. A wave of voices overtook you as Joe walked through the door. It seemed his whole family had surprised even him by showing up at the restaurant. His mother was there, as were his brother and sister. His nieces and nephews raced to hug him and he miraculously scooped all of them into his arms. 

There were hugs all around. The Mazzellos had spared no one in coming to meet you. Joe’s grandparents were there. His aunts and uncles. Family friends. Even restaurant regulars. It showed you how well Joe was loved in his community. It made you love him even more.

Joe introduced you first to his mother, Virginia, his sister, Mary, and then his brother, John. They were all thrilled to meet you. As you made your way through the crowd to meet everyone else, you felt there was a missing piece. When you looked over at the counter you realized what it was. A picture of Joe’s father hung behind the register.

You turned your eyes to Joe and saw that he was looking at it too. He shook his head and then looked at you.

“Come on,” he said with a small smile. “Let me show you the kitchen.”

“Alrighty,” you agreed.

You walked with him behind the counter and into the back of the restaurant. The kitchen was huge, with everything you could ever need to make Italian food. And it was authentic. Joe showed you where they made dough, how they turned it into noodles or pizza crust. The massive cooler for all the fresh vegetables. They also had a garden behind the restaurant where they grew their own herbs.

“Joe, this is incredible,” you said, still looking around in awe.

“My dad was dedicated to being authentic,” he said. “So we’ve kept it the way he started it.”

“You shouldn’t change a thing,” you told him.

You were alone together in the kitchen, so he took this opportunity to pull you into his arms. He held you for a long moment, and you felt him shake as he released a breath. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him gently.

“Thanks,” he sniffled. “Being back is just bringing up a lot of emotions.”

“I’m here, baby,” you said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Come on,” he said. “I’ve gotta show you how to make all this.”

“We’re gonna cook?” you asked, surprised.

“Course,” he said with a wink. He tossed you an apron. “You gotta learn if you’re gonna be a part of the family.”

You smirked. Then you tied the apron on, rolled up your sleeves, and got to work. His family joined you to help out as well, and Joe took every moment he could to flirt with you. When he showed you something, he stood behind you and put his arms around your waist. If he helped you get something, he reached over you, putting his chest to your face. If he was passing you and no one was around, he gave you a light pat on your ass. You had never had so much fun.

Together, you and the Mazzellos prepared a huge meal for everyone there to see Joe and meet you. Joe’s family was just as fun as he was. They poked fun at him - in the most loving way possible - and welcomed you warmly. As you all sat down to eat, Joe said a quick prayer. Then you dug in to the food.

“Oh my God,” you moaned as you took the first bite. “This is delicious!”

They laughed with you. Sharing a meal with them was like nothing you had ever experienced. Everyone at the table got a say in any discussion, even the children. In fact, Joe frequently consulted them. It seemed that Uncle Joe was a popular person. Many people had questions for you, and Virginia made a special effort to make you feel included. Not that she had to try too hard. You already felt like one of them.

After your meal, they opened a bottle of wine. When the glasses were distributed, you made a toast. Then, Virginia pulled you aside. You followed her to one of the small tables on the patio and sat across from her.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said. “Joe’s been talking about you since he got home and we were all so anxious.”

“I’m glad I don’t disappoint,” you replied.

“Never,” she said. “All I want is for Joe to be happy. He’s been burned in the past and I just want to protect him.”

“Of course you do,” you returned. “You’re an amazing mother. I can’t promise you that Joe and I will end up together because I’m not sure how this will go yet.”

“How do you feel about Joe?” she asked.

You took a moment to form a response. There were so many things you admired about Joe. His humor, his wit, his good heart. The way he made you feel understood and loved. The way you could rely on him. Tears suddenly stung your eyes.

“Oh!” Virginia gasped when she noticed. “Well, then. That tells me all I need to know.”

“I love him,” you choked out anyway.

It felt good to say it to someone. You were in love with Joe. But he hadn’t said it to you, so you weren’t sure about saying it to him.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said graciously. 

She paused a moment before continuing.

“It’s funny, seeing you two together,” she said. “I’m reminded of myself and Mr. Mazzello. The way you seem so at ease with one another and have fun. But behind all of it...I see the depth of what you feel. I know you’d be there for him when things got rough, just as he would be there for you.”

“Joe has been the most solid connection I’ve had,” you said. “He’s never let me down. Truly, Mrs. Mazzello, I see a future with him. Especially after today.” You took a moment to take a breath since your emotion was threatening to overwhelm you again. “I see it so clearly.”

“I’m touched that he means so much to you,” she said, opening her arms. “Come here, Y/N.”

You melted into her and let out a small sob. It hit you so suddenly how much you loved Joe and it had caught you off guard. When you settled down, she wiped your cheeks before kissing them. You beamed at each other.

Joe spoke to his mother next, while you went to chat with his siblings. Virginia took her son in her arms and held him for a quick moment before they sat down together.

“So, how’d it go with Y/N?” he asked.

“Wonderful,” she replied. “She cares for you, Joe.”

“I hope so,” he said with a chuckle.

“No, listen to me, honey,” she said. “I asked her point blank how she felt about you. And she started to cry. You mean a great deal to her.”

Joe flushed, both pleased and distressed by his mother’s words. He hated that you had gotten upset, but he was also touched by the sentiment. He had confessed that he was falling in love with you. Was now the time to tell you that he was there? He was so madly in love with you that he’d do anything in the world for you?

Inside, you had begun talking to Joe’s siblings, but his nieces and nephew quickly interjected.

“What’s your favorite thing about Uncle Joe?” you asked them.

“He’s fun!” his oldest nephew cried. “He always plays with us when the grown ups are being boring.”

“What’s your favorite game to play with him?” you asked.

“Tickle monster!” they all agreed.

“Do you want him to get married?” you wondered.

“Yes!” said his niece eagerly. “That way he can have babies too, and we’ll have even more cousins to play with!”

“Do you wanna have babies with Uncle Joe?” asked his other nephew.

You blinked, a bit taken aback. Then you smiled.

“Very much.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John and Mary grin at one another.

All too soon, the sun went down and it was time for you to go. You said warm goodbyes to everyone before Joe led you out to the car that was waiting for you.

“What a great day,” he said, before leaning forward and kissing your forehead.

“It was wonderful,” you said. “Do you think if we asked nicely, they’d let us do it again?”

He chuckled. “Afraid not, babe. But hey, I’ll see you again soon.”

You looked into his eyes. He felt the brutal urge to tell you now that he was fully in love with you. He opened his mouth to let it out, but then closed it again. Something in his heart was telling him to wait.

Your brow furrowed. You were hoping Joe would say “I love you.” When he didn’t you were a bit disappointed.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said absentmindedly. “Yeah, I just...I had such a good time today and I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too,” you said.

You rested your head against his chest, not ready to let him go. You got a sudden burst of bravery.

“Joe, I -”

You stopped yourself. Why were you hesitating?

“Yes?” he pressed.

“I...I really am gonna miss you.”

His face fell, and you felt terrible. Why was this so hard to say? Perhaps because it meant so much.

“I’ll see you at the rose ceremony,” he said with a smile.

He kissed you once more. Then he opened the car door and you slid inside. You whispered a tearful goodbye to him, which he returned. Then he closed the door. The driver started down the street. You hung your head in your hands. 

“That was stupid,” you said to the camera. “I should have just told him.”

Little did you know, Joe was giving himself the exact same lecture. His only regret in the journey so far was not telling you just then that he loved you. He hoped it didn’t cost him a rose.

From New York, you flew back to Los Angeles for Rami’s hometown. The first three had gone so well, you had high hopes for the last. Rami’s family lived in Sherman Oaks. Most of his extended family was in Egypt, so - like Gwilym’s hometown - you would just be meeting his parents and his siblings. You were a bit nervous going in, since he had mentioned that his sister was protective.

All nerves melted away when you saw him. You surged forward to get to him and planted an enthusiastic kiss on him. He laughed into it, and held you tight.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said. 

“I’m glad to see you too!” you returned. 

“I know you’re familiar with Los Angeles, so I wasn’t sure what we could do today,” he said. “But I thought of just a tour of where I grew up.”

“That’s perfect,” you said. “The whole idea is to get to know you better.”

“Awesome, let’s get started!”

For your tour of Rami’s corner of Los Angeles, you had scooters. They were ridiculously fun, even though frightening at first. Rami took you all over Sherman Oaks. He showed you his high school, where a few big name actors had also attended. He took you around his neighborhood, pointing out houses where his friends once lived, and the times they had together. You stopped at a park, where you got some ice cream and sat on a bench together.

“So, it seems like you enjoyed growing up here,” you said.

“I did,” he replied hesitantly.

You frowned. “What is it?”

“Y’know, growing up here was amazing,” he said. “But after 9/11, things changed. People say California is so progressive and welcoming, but after that happened, my family was treated differently, even here.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said, taking his hand. “That’s terrible.”

“We stopped speaking Arabic in public,” he said. “We tried even harder to assimilate. My father took down the Egyptian flag we used to hang outside. Even though we aren’t Muslim...or from the country that attacked that day...we were Middle Eastern enough for people to suddenly suspect us.”

“I don’t even know what to say,” you told him. “That’s just...horrible. And so brutally unfair.”

“It is,” he said. “Eventually, things settled down again, and our neighbors warmed back up. But it was never really the same. In school, I always felt like I was struggling. Having to tell people how to pronounce my name, only to have them butcher it or say it with some offensive accent. It wasn’t easy.”

He took a deep breath.

“But I’m really proud of my heritage,” he said. “I am Egyptian. No matter the generation or where I grew up. It’s part of me.”

“That’s beautiful, Rami,” you said. “You should be proud.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he replied. “I just wanted to tell you this because my hometown isn’t all great memories. Parts of growing up were very difficult for me. And I wanted you to understand.”

“Believe me, I’m glad to listen to every part of how you grew up,” you said. “The good, the bad, and the ugly. I want to support you and help you through it.”

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“You’re even more so,” you returned.

You kissed him with a smile.

You didn’t stay out too much longer before you headed to his parents’ home. It was a decent sized suburban house, and you hoped his mother would appreciate the flowers. Rami told you to skip the wine because his parents didn’t drink. Out of respect for their home, you decided you would not partake while there. Rami told you how much he appreciated it.

When you walked up to the door, you gulped. You were always nervous right before meeting them. Then Rami kissed your cheek swiftly before opening the door. 

As soon as you were into the foyer, Rami’s brother crashed into him.

“Rami!” he cried, engulfing him into a hug.

Though he and his brother were twins, they had their distinctions. Rami was slimmer and just an inch or two shorter. Sami was broader with a more relaxed air about him. 

“Oh, this must be Y/N,” Sami said as he released his brother. “I’m Sami. It’s nice to meet you.”

You shook his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Sami, are they -” Rami’s sister, Jasmine, came into the hall and stopped herself. “They are!”

She went to Rami and hugged him similarly to Sami. His parents appeared behind their daughter and grinned at the sight. You went over to them and offered the flowers.

“For you, Mrs. Malek,” you said.

She grinned. “Thank you, Y/N.”

His father also shook your hand before calling his children back with him to the kitchen. Mrs. Malek, whose name was Nelly, put the flowers into a vase. Mr. Malek, whose name was Said, checked on something in the oven which smelled delicious. You told him so and they thanked you.

“So, how’s it been so far?” Sami asked. “Been anywhere exciting?”

“We’ve been to Asheville, North Carolina,” Rami said. “Then we went to London.”

“Oh, I love London,” Jasmine interjected.

“It was amazing,” Rami told her. “And after that we went to Killarney, Ireland.”

“How fun!” Nelly said.

“We had a great time in Killarney,” you said, looking fondly at Rami and recalling your magical one on one date. 

“It was beautiful,” Rami agreed. “Especially the company.”

He put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you as you giggled. You caught a disgusted look on Jasmine’s face, which discouraged you. You had the sense that she would take a while to warm up to you. Unfortunately, you only had one evening to change her mind.

Rami’s parents were incredibly kind. His mother was already teaching you some Arabic as you helped her prepare more food. It was just simple words here and there, but she told you that you were doing a great job. Meanwhile, Rami spoke to his siblings in the living room.

“Rami, I hate to be the wet blanket here,” Jasmine said. “But what are you doing?”

“Enjoying an evening with my girlfriend and family,” he replied. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve known this girl barely two months,” she continued. “All while she’s been dating thirty other men.”

“I know what I signed up for,” he said.

“I still don’t understand why you even signed up,” she snapped.

“Hey, calm down,” Sami said. “Love happens in crazy ways. Who's to say this isn’t how it’s meant to work out for Rami?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” Jasmine said. “How can she really love you if she is also falling in love elsewhere? And what about your career?”

“What about it?” Rami demanded.

“Don’t you think you should wait for marriage and a family until you’ve established yourself more as an actor?” she wondered. “This is a huge commitment.”

“We’ve talked about it,” he said. “She knows that we could balance it.”

“Probably not the way she’s thinking,” she said. “I saw her on the last season. This girl is ready to settle down properly. Is that something you want?”

“We can talk more about it,” Rami said. “Right now, all I need for you to do is be my sister and support me.”

“I am doing that,” she said. “And one day, you’ll see just how much.”

With that, she swept from the room. Rami scowled.

“She’s making some good points, Rami,” Sami said. 

“No, she isn’t,” Rami argued. “This is something Y/N and I have already discussed and worked out.”

Sami sighed. “Alright then.”

Dinner was ready within the next few minutes. It went smoothly. You liked Rami’s family and the way they interacted. Teasing and fun, but with lots of love. Rami was clearly the apple of his mother’s eye especially. 

When dinner was over, Jasmine asked to speak to you. You were glad for the chance because you wanted to be close to her if it was you and Rami at the end of this. Together, you went out to the back porch and took seats on the cushioned wicker furniture.

“Y/N, I want to start by saying that I don’t have a problem with you personally, but this process makes no sense to me,” she began.

“I understand that,” you said. “It’s difficult for lots of people to understand unless you’re in it. But it’s just a way for people to find love. Like any dating app or even the traditional stuff. It just happens to be on TV as well.”

“But the expectation is not traditional,” Jasmine said. “The idea is to get engaged after just two months.”

“It seems fast, but believe me, the feelings are real,” you told her. “What I feel for Rami...that’s real. Whether other people understand it or not.”

“But you also have real feelings for three other men,” she pointed out.

That stung. You understood why the families were concerned about this. They didn’t want their loved one to be the one to get hurt. But this was the process that you all signed up for, and you were growing tired of this being thrown in your face.

“I do,” you said. “But every relationship is different.”

“So, tell me what you and Rami have discussed about life outside of this,” she said. “You know he wants to be an actor.”

“He already is an actor,” you replied. “We’ve talked about how we would balance schedules with each other and if we have children.”

Jasmine sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Then she looked at you, a hard expression in her eyes.

“Rami is ambitious about his acting career,” she said. “Now isn’t the time for him to be getting married and starting a family.”

You wanted to flare up and scream at her, but you held back.

“Don’t you think that’s something Rami should decide for himself?” you countered.

“Y/N, listen to me,” she said. “I’m not saying this to be a bitch. I’m saying this for both your sakes. Let’s say this goes well and you and Rami get engaged. If you have to wait for his acting career to take off before you can be a mother, you are going to resent him. If he sacrifices his aspirations in order to stay where he is and be with you, he is going to resent you. He’s not ready.”

“Why would he come on this show if he’s not ready?” you challenged, trying not to let her words take root in your heart. But you couldn’t deny the truth of them.

“Probably because - like anyone - he does want love,” she said. “But he’s not ready for the commitment you want from him.”

You let that sink in. Tears welled up in your eyes. You were still falling in love with Rami, and hated the thought of saying goodbye to him.

“Excuse me,” you said, getting up from your seat.

You walked out into the yard and around the side of the house, sniffling. A tear slid down your cheek. This was the last thing you expected from his family. For them to tell you that even if you and Rami love each other, these things would get in the way. It hurt so much to hear because Jasmine was right. You were afraid of resentment building if either of you had to wait for your dreams.

“Hey.”

You turned and saw Rami standing there, a little winded and looking concerned. 

“What did she say?” he demanded when he saw you crying.

You broke down and told him. He heaved a sigh and pulled you into his arms.

“Y/N, don’t listen to that,” he said. “We can figure out how to plan our lives after an engagement. We don’t have to get married and have kids right away, we’ve got a lot of time.”

You pushed him away.

“Is that what you think I want?” you asked. “To just be indefinitely engaged? Without a plan? To basically be dating each other after this?”

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I understand you want a serious commitment, and I’m willing to give that to you if I have to.”

“If you have to?” you questioned. “Rami, I need someone who really, really wants that. I’m upset because I think Jasmine is right. We don’t want the same things going back into the world after all this.”

His eyes filled with tears too. “I want you, Y/N. I love you.”

You blinked and looked at the ground. “I don’t know if that’s enough.”

He sucked in a sharp breath at your words, and you couldn’t look at him.

“So...what do we do?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you whispered.

You stood there a brief moment, wondering where to go from here. 

“I’m not ready to say goodbye,” you said. 

“I’m not either,” he said.

“At least we can agree on that,” you said with a humorless laugh.

Another beat passed.

“I need to go,” you said. “I have a lot to think about.”

“Y/N, please…” he trailed off.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I just have to go.”

With that, you walked out to the front of the house. You couldn’t say goodbye to his family like this, not when you were falling apart. Alone, you went to the car that was waiting for you and climbed into the back seat, closing the door behind you. As you pulled away, you looked into the camera.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you said. “I really just don’t know.”

The next day, you woke still conflicted. You had a rose ceremony that night, and you had to decide who to send home. Rami’s hometown date had been the least successful, but it opened your eyes to what might happen if you went down this road with him. But you also felt confused about Joe because of the moment before you left and he didn’t tell you he loved you. But Gwilym hadn’t either. The only one you were sure was getting a rose so far was Ben. His family was sweet, and you had no doubts about where you stood with him. You were absolutely ready to move forward with that relationship. The others...you had to consider and weigh your options.

You were meeting the men back at the Bachelor Mansion, where the journey began. Chris stood out front, where you had been night one to meet the men. The remaining four were arriving one by one before going into the rose ceremony.

Joe was the first to arrive. He smiled at Chris as he walked up to shake his hand.

“Joe, how are you?” Chris asked politely.

“I’m feeling pretty good,” Joe answered. “I think my hometown could have ended better, but I hope that’s not enough to lose a rose tonight.”

“Well, good luck, my friend,” Chris said. “Go ahead inside.”

“Thanks,” Joe replied.

He walked through the house and into the courtyard. He stood to one side and looked at the little table with just three roses on it.

Rami arrived next. He couldn’t smile just yet. 

“Rami, how’re you doing?” Chris asked.

“I’m anxious,” Rami said. “Things didn’t go well on the hometown date and I...I wish I had more time to talk to her before all this.”

“If the connection is there, she knows how to move forward,” Chris said. “Go ahead inside and good luck.”

“Thank you, Chris,” Rami said.

He followed Joe’s path. He finally grinned when he saw Joe and the two embraced. Then Rami spotted the roses and swallowed, wondering if he would get one.

Ben was third to arrive. He had a wide smile on his face.

“What’s up, buddy?” Chris asked as they shook hands and clapped each other on the shoulder. “You look happy.”

“I am happy,” Ben said. “I think things went really well, so I’m feeling confident about tonight.”

“That’s great to hear,” Chris said. “Go ahead inside and best of luck to you.”

“Thank you,” Ben replied.

He walked into the courtyard and he was pleased to see Joe and Rami already there. He gave them both quick hugs before taking his place in line.

Finally, Gwilym arrived. He straightened his tie as he stepped out of the limo and approached Chris.

“Gwilym, how are you?” Chris asked as they shook hands.

“I’m nervous,” Gwil admitted. “But I think everything went well enough. I just hope she feels the same way I do.”

“I hope so too,” Chris said. “Go ahead in and good luck.”

“Thank you so much,” Gwilym returned.

He too made his way to the courtyard, where the other three men stood. They all embraced him when he arrived, but quickly resumed their spots. Things had changed between them now that it was more serious. They all considered each other friends, and they respected one another, but there was some tension now. They waited.

You were the last one to get there. As you walked into the courtyard in your gown, you took a deep breath. You had made up your mind, but now you had to go through with it. You were going to hurt someone you cared a lot about - someone you loved - and that was never easy.

“Hi,” you said meekly as you looked at the four men before you. “Thank you all for being so gracious and allowing me to meet the important people in your life. I felt truly honored. I got a glimpse into what the future would be like with each of you, and it really helped me see who has the most potential to be my husband.”

Rami hung his head at these words. Then he looked at you again as you picked up the first rose. 

“Ben,” you said.

He let out a sigh and walked up to you.

“Ben, will you accept this rose?” you asked.

“I will,” he replied.

You pinned it to his jacket. You picked up the second.

“Gwilym,” you called.

His body relaxed at the sound of his name and then he approached you.

“Gwilym, will you accept this rose?”

“Of course I will.”

You pinned it on and he kissed your cheek before returning to his spot. Your heart began to pound inside your chest. Chris came out and put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, gentlemen,” he said. “This is the final rose tonight. Whenever you’re ready.”

He let go and you inhaled deeply. The exhale was slow and shaky. With a trembling hand, you picked up the last rose. You looked at Rami and you looked at Joe. Your eyes watered.

“Joe,” you choked out.

Joe’s relief was written all over his face as he walked over to you.

“Joe, will you accept this rose?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

“I will, Y/N, thank you,” he replied.

He had to help you put it on since your hands were so unsteady. Then he gave you a quick hug before returning to his spot.

“Rami, I’m sorry,” Chris said. “Take a moment, say your goodbyes.”

Rami was shaken. He had hoped that you could move past what Jasmine said and work through those issues together. Especially since you told him you weren’t ready to say goodbye. And here you were, saying it anyway.

He gave short hugs to the remaining men, who all whispered some words of comfort to him. Then he slowly walked to you. You had tears streaming steadily down your face. You tried to inhale, but you were short of breath.

“Can I - can I walk you out?” you asked through a sob.

“Yeah,” he said gently.

You took his hand and started back inside the mansion to exit through the front door. When you got to the driveway, you stopped and sat him down on a bench.

“I’m so sorry, Rami,” you whimpered. “I just...I don’t ever want to hold you back. You’re so talented and you’ve got so much to give, and I never want to stand in your way.”

“I don’t think you would…” he said.

Rami was numb. He still could hardly believe it was ending.

“I would,” you sobbed. “I want to settle down and have someone who comes home every night to me and the kids, y’know? And with what you want out of your life, that could never be us. As much as I care about you…”

He blinked and you saw a tear roll down his cheek slowly.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too, Rami,” you replied. “But that kind of love isn’t enough to have a successful marriage between people as different as we are.”

A beat passed and you sniffled again.

“I want you to know that you’re amazing,” you said. “My feelings for you are so deep and so real, and that’s why this hurts so much. You deserve a successful career and someone who can be there for you through it. But that’s just not me.”

“I understand,” he said.

He began to move, as if suddenly gaining feeling back in his limbs.

“This is where we say goodbye, then,” he said.

“Goodbye, Rami,” you returned.

He hugged you. You held him for a moment, but you knew you had to let him go.

“When you win an Oscar, I’ll be cheering for you,” you teased, forcing a smile through your tears.

He chuckled halfheartedly. “Thanks. Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye,” you breathed.

With that, he opened the door and climbed in. You closed it and watched the tail lights disappear through the gate. You let out one final sob and dabbed at your eyes.

Rami, once inside the car, put his head in his hands and tried to breathe. He released a small whine, but kept his face covered. Then he took a deep breath and moved his hands to wipe his face.

“God,” he sighed. “I’m...I hate this. I really wanted to be with her and I hate that she couldn’t see a future anymore. F**k.”

He paused.

“I still love her.”

Back at the mansion, you had your makeup touched up before returning to the three men you had left. Your nose still ran and bit, and your eyes were still red and puffy, but you went to them anyway. They offered sympathetic smiles as you walked up.

“So, um,” you began, voice shaking again. “That was really difficult. But, I really am happy to be moving forward with all of you.”

Joe handed you a glass of champagne. They all already held one.

“Next week is a big week,” you said. “It’s fantasy suites, and where we’re going really is a fantasy.”

“Where is it?” wondered Ben.

“Gentlemen, we are going to New Zealand!”

They cheered and toasted to that. You hoped you were ready for the overnight dates. But you looked at the faces of each of these men and smiled. You were ready. You absolutely trusted them with your heart.

[ohtheseboysilove]

Finally home. [AU Soldier!Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

Words : 3, 700 K +

Warnings : tiny bit of angst, fluff

Summary : High-school reunion and Reader has to go all by herself. But Ben has a little surprise for her at the last minute.

Note : I got a thing for men in uniform and I got a even bigger thing for Ben so here we go, hope you like this oversweet little piece :)

x Masterlist x

“Yeah, I’m still coming tonight” You replied to your friend through the phone, biting absent-mindedly on your nails. “No, Ben is still in Kenya, he should be home around next week, not before” You hated the pity in your friend’s voice and quickly said your goodbye before hanging up and threw your phone on your bed.

Tonight was the ten-years reunion with your old classmates from High-school and you said that you would go when you got the invitation. Now you were bitterly regretting it. You weren’t sure why you said yes, honestly you didn’t even have a good time through your fifteen to your eighteen, seriously who did ? You had few friends, few bitches in your class too and a meaningless boyfriend. Nothing too horrible but nothing you remembered like good old time. You didn’t see most of these peoples for ten years and you knew what was the point of this reunion, most of them just wanted to show how good their life was now compared to the other old mates from school. That was stupid but now it was too late to cancel. And seeing few good old friends from their early years of your life couldn’t be so horrible after all.

And Ben wasn’t even here. It wasn’t his fault, he was in the British Army and his team was deployed in Kenya to track illegal wildlife trade until next week. If nothing happened before. It didn’t sound like but it was actually a dangerous mission. These people were ready do anything to keep their merchandises then sell them, including killing those who would try to stop them. You were worried most of the time about his safety but you knew Ben loved his job and you were incredibly proud of him. But sometime it was hard to be alone for such a long time. And for an event like this one…you would have loved to have your fiancé at your side. You were twenty-eight years old and it would be a bit depress to show up alone.

But you had to go anyway. Even without Ben by your side.

**

You were in the cab, going to a very fancy restaurant which was entirely ranted for the evening. A ball of nerves was stuck in your stomach. No one was very confident as a teenagers and the thought of seeing these people again brought you back to this period, with a very low confidence. You were wearing a pretty dress, a light but classy makeup and sadly, you were all by yourself.

Not everyone was coming tonight but you were pratically the only one without a date. You felt crappy but you kept your mouth shut and smiled at every of your old classmates.

“Hi Jeanette” You quickly hugged the little brunette, one of your old friend which you didn’t see in almost eight years.

“How my god, (Y/N), hi! How are you doing?” She was still as happy and bubbly as you remembered. “This is my husband Devon”

And this went on for solid forty minutes. You met every girlfriend/fiancée/wife and boyfriend/fiancé/husband of all your old classmates, receving the little pity look when you explained that your fiancé couldn’t come because of work. Delia, probably the worst bitch during high-school quietly scoffed and you were pretty sure she called you a liar when you talked about your engagement with Ben.

“So (Y/N), what was the name of your boyfriend again? Barry ?” Delia asked as you were speaking with few of your old classmates at the bar. You knew what she wanted to do and it was pissing you off. She never directly attacked you at school because you were basically quiet and invisible but right now, you were the number one target as everyone was rather nice about you being by yourself rather than mocking you like she probably hoped they would. Apparently not everyone change.

“My fiancé’s name is Benjamin” You gave her a fake smile and took a big sip of your wine, knowing you would need that to go through the evening. “But just Ben is fine”

“Oh sorry, I’m bad at remembering name” She shrugged and rested her chin on the palm of her hand, clearly not finish with her interrogation. “So why he isn’t here tonight? I forgot what you said”

“He is working” You bit the inside of your cheek to not just tell her to fuck off.

“Working? Pity really, my Trevor took the night off to come with me” The pretty redhead giggled, apparently proud to rub in your face the fact that her fiancé was here and that you were alone. “This little boyfriend of you should really review his priorities” She scornfully added, throwing dramatically her hairs back.

This was the last drop. You stood up brutally and was ready to throw your Martini right in her face when you felt a warm but firm hand on your shoulder, making you turned your head.

“What the— Ben ?” You felt tears immediately pooling in your eyes at the sight of your fiancé, still wearing his military clothes with the most charming smile ever.

“Hi, love” He smiled warmly and wiped with his thumb the single tear on your cheek. “M’ sorry I’m late. Just came from the airport, traffic was insane” You giggled with glossy eyes and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“You’re here. I can’t believe you’re here” You cried, face buried into the crook of his neck as he gently rubbed your back, hugging you back.

You could feel every eyes of the room in you but you couldn’t care more. Ben was in your arms and alive. He tried to break the embrace but you refused to let him go, like if he would disappear as soon as you would. He murmured something about the bathroom and practically dragged you in there.

“Love, stop crying, please. I’m here now” He pressed several kissed on your hairs, feeling your body shook between his arms. “I’m sorry I’ve been away so long but I won’t be deployed away for the next six months, alright?”

You haven’t see him in almost sixteen weeks, worrying to death every day, wondering if he was alright. You couldn’t contact him like you wanted, sometime he wouldn’t have Wi-Fi for several days and you could help but imagining the worst.

“I— I was so, so worried for you, Ben” You sniffled against his skin, savouring his familiar and comforting scent.

“I know, love but I’m fine, I promise” He felt his heart tightened at the pain he was inflicted you. “Look at me, I’m totally fine”

“Gimme a minute” You rested your head against his chest, listening to his stable heartbeat, quite not believing he was here.

“Take your time, love” Ben ran his hand up and down your back, waiting patiently until you collected yourself. “How your evening is going?”

“Better now. I was…I was about to throw my drink into this bitch’s face” You chuckled and slowly broke the hug, sighing loudly. “But you stopped me right on time” You smiled and he imitated, showing his high and cute cheekbones in full display.

“Meh. I would have loved to see that” You giggled heartily and he squeezed your hips, bowing his head slightly to reach your lips. The kiss was sweet and slow, the both of you savouring the long-waited reunion. “I missed you so much” He whispered against your mouth, sliding his palms against your cheeks to bring you closer.

“Me too, H. So much” You deepened the kiss, hooking your hands behind his neck and simply melted against him, wondering how did you survive four months without your Benny and his plump, delicious lips.

“Maybe we should go back before it becoming suspicious” He teased through the kiss, gently tugging on your lower lip.

“We should” But none of you stopped kissing though, continuing to make out for few more minutes. “Now we really need to go back” You chuckled breathlessly and grabbed a tissue to clean the smudged makeup around both of your mouths, grimacing as you noticed the large bruise on his jaw. “What happened ?”

You were used to see Ben come back with bruises and scars, it was part of his job but you still didn’t like it. That always made you remember how his work could be dangerous.

“Got hit by a guy who tried to run away. Little fucker knocked me off with his gun but we caught him anyway” He shrugged like if it wasn’t a big deal and it probably wasn’t for him but for you it only made your stomach churned, thinking about him getting hurt. “It’s doesn’t hurt much more, don’t worry" You nodded and pressed a little kiss on the purplish bruise before straightening your dress and combing slightly your hairs.

“How do I look?” You twirled on yourself and giggled when he whistled wolfishly, smacking playfully your arse.

“Gorgeous as always” He grinned and pecked your lips once again before opening the door. “I love you” He murmured into your ear then slid his arm around your waist, walking back to the dinning table.

"Love you too, baby ” You replied with a dreamy smile and blushed slightly as, once again, every eyes went back on the both of you.

He pulled the chair for you and you thanked him before seating and interlacing your fingers as soon as he was next to you.

“This is fuckin’ fancy, didn’t get the dress code before coming” Ben commented with an amused smile and few of your classmates chuckled, looking at his clothes.

He was clearly looking out of context with big military jacket, the dark green shirt matching his camouflage pants and then his large ranger boots to complete the perfect army look. Every guy were wearing suits and every woman were in fancy dresses but you couldn’t care less, he always looked good.

“The invitation indeed said that there was a dress code for this evening” Delia gave him a fake smile through her champagne glass, looking at him like he was an annoying little bug.

Ben recognised her poisoning tone right away, a slight smile curling on his lips. He squeezed your hand to calm you, knowing how easily you could bit back when someone disrespected your friends or family.

“Forgive me darlin’, was a bit busy and didn’t get the invite. The postal service in Kenya is not as good as is it in England” The curly man smirked and the all table bursted in laughed, making Delia clenched her jaw.

“Should we order now that everyone is here ?” A girl who you barely remembered, Matilda, said to calm the tension and waved to the waitress.

“I’m fucking starving” Ben mentioned to you, his fingers playing with yours, both your hands resting on your thigh. “The food was shit in the plane"

You chuckled at his little pout, knowing how grumpy he could be when he was hungry.

“Be patient, baby” You gently stroked his sweet face, smiling widely when he kissed your knuckles. "I’m so glad you’re here” You murmured with a honey-coated voice, heart fluttered at his pretty eyes.

The moment was broke by the waitresses bringing several plate of food and putting them in front of everyone.

“But we didn’t even order yet” Jeanette furrowed her brows as she looked at the fancy dishes.

"Oh that’s normal, it’s Trevor’s company which pay for everything tonight so we already set a menu for everyone” Delia stepped in, rubbing her fiancé’ shoulder with a proud smirk. “For the starter we have a watercress and celeriac soup with goat’s cheese croutons” She explained with a haughty voice, asking a waiter to pour more champagne in her glass.

“That’s a really fancy name for a vegetable soup” Ben commented quietly, a little grin on his face. You giggled silently and he winked at you.

The portion was minuscule and in three spoonfuls you were done, craving for more.

“It’s was delicious” You complimented to no one in particular and few guests agreed with you, nodding and repeating your words.

"I’m glad you’re please , all the food is cook by our personal chef, Louis” Delia bragged immediately, her fingers tugging on her — obviously — expensive diamonds necklace. “He is french and he is one of the absolute best !“

"Only the best for my fiancée” Trevor smirked and she matched his smirk, visibly both of them happy to rub their money in the face of everyone.

“I always forgot that you went in a fancy ass snobby school” Ben murmured after the ridiculous intervention of Delia and Trevor, making everyone awkwardly chuckled. “Thanks god you didn’t turn like that”

“I would kill myself seriously” You mumbled and played absent-mindedly with your engagement ring.

For the ten next minutes, Delia monopolised the conversation to talk about her wedding coming up in few months. You and Ben exchanged few glances, quietly laughing at the fanciness of everything. She was getting married in a freaking castle in France, of course, during summer and their were apparently a big number of important guests invited, including few celebrities from Hollywood.

“And then I’m still not sure for our honeymoon, I want Bali but I heard that the Bahamas is great too” She shook her head and pouted slightly, seeming to have a true dilemma. “Uurgh I hate that, it’s so hard to choose !”

You pinched your lips to not laugh and you looked at Ben who was rubbing his chin, watching your old classmate like she was some kind of alien.

“Baby, I wanna go to the Bahamas too” You falsely pouted and a large smile broke on his features. “And I want the Queen of England to bless our union" You added as you crossed your arms, mimicking perfectly Delia.

“Only the best for my fiancée” Ben repeated the precious words of Trevor, laughing heartily. “You can also have a unicorn to ride toward the aisle, would it make my girl happy ?”

You snorted loudly and immediately clasped a hand on your mouth, blushing a bit as everyone glanced at you.

“And what about you (Y/N) ?” Delia didn’t miss the occasion to drag you into her competition of who would have the best wedding. "Where Ben is bringing you for your honeymoon ?”

“On the moon” The blond man replied with a cheery voice and few people laughed.

“We’re going to Argentina” You said fondly, you and Ben had talk about going there for years and it was finally the best occasion to go. “Road trip all around the country for two months” You beamed and locked eyes with your fiancé, both of you very excited about this trip.

“Argentina ? Isn’t it a bit…rural ?” Delia arched her brow, visibly not impress by the choice of destination. “I mean if you want to go in South America, which I strongly not recommended, I had been robbed twice there, you should go to—"

“We’re already made our choice but thanks for the advice” Ben cut her rather harshly and she seemed offended by it. You were happy he stopped her because she was being rude and insufferable. “Argentina is our thing, had bee for a while now, isn’t it, love ?” You nodded with an adoring smile, looking at him fondly. His smile was matching yours and it warmed your heart.

His last comment relaxed the atmosphere and the conversation went back smoothly, even if Delia was a bit less loud than before.

“You’re the best” You mouthed to him and he winked at you, squeezed your thigh.

You raised your head to the waiters back, bringing the main dish, in a perfect synchronisation, giving to the meal a really snobby tone.

Delia cleared her throat once everyone get their plate, ready to explain the probably really fancy name of the ridiculously small dish.

“This is a duck breast with pomegranate and citrus glaze” You had no idea what on earth was a citrus glaze. “Bon appétit” She said in french, trying her best to suppress her english accent.

“I guess it’s too late to say that I’m vegetarian” Poppy, probably the coolest girl who was in your class during high-school – she offered you your first and only cigarette – sarcastically said with a fake smile for Delia.

The redhead chuckled awkwardly and went back to eating her plate, cheeks a bit redder than before. You glanced at Poppy who rolled her eyes and pushed on the side the duck before taking a spoonful of vegetables.

Ben gave you a distress look at the size of the dish and you shrugged, cutting a piece of the duck.

Once again, it only took few minutes to eat the small meal and you couldn’t wait for the dessert. You were in deep conversation with Denis, one of your old lab partner which was an absolute sweetheart and Harry was talking to Maggie and her wife Tracy, both clearly charmed by your fiancé’s aptitude to adapt everywhere. You loved that in Ben, he wasn’t really fitting the standards to be here tonight but he didn’t care, simply enjoying the night without any problems. His hand stayed linked to you knee, rubbing it sometimes.

“So Benjamin, how could you be here tonight ? If I remembered correctly, (Y/N) told us you were deployed for few more days" You glanced at the blond man because even you didn’t know how did he manage to be here.

“Well, easy, we caught the big fish we were after and wrapped our mission quicker than we thought. Our colonel was satisfied with our job so he let us go home sooner” You absolute adored how everyone seemed to admire his work and how brave he was to go this kind of mission. Rudy asked him what he did in this mission and so Ben explained simply that he was, for now, affected on the capture of the traders of illegal wildlife merchandises like rhinoceros’ or elephants’ horns for the ivory mostly.

“That’s very impressive !”

“Do you need guns during your work ?”

“For how long have you been doing that ?”

You smiled at the flow of questions for Ben which answered every one of them like it was simple office job. Delia didn’t look very happy to not be the centre of the attention anymore but even her fiancé was asking question, clearly impress by Ben’s job.

The questions finally calmed down when the deserts came and Delia announced it what again : It was a mango and coconut verrine with on the side, a pistachio macaron. Ben immediately dove into the sweet little thing, the glass looking ridiculously small into his large palms.

“When did you know you could come back home ?” You pushed your empty plate away and pressed your hand on Ben’s shoulder, rubbing softly his — probably — sore muscles.

The blond man glanced at you, his mouth full of macaron and chewed exaggeratedly before swallowing. A cheeky smile blossoming on his face.

“Yesterday morning” He replied, wiping his lips with a napkin.

You cocked your head and watched him leaned back against his chair, clearly knowing where you were going with your questions.

“Before or after our phone call ?” You slid your hand up to his neck, stroking his warm skin.

He squeezed your knee in return and stole you a quick kiss.

“Before” Ben said with your favourite boyish smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” You cheekily pinched his skin and pouted. “I was so nervous to go by myself at this stupid reunion !” You brought your chair closer to his and he threw his arm around your shoulders, pressing a peck on your cheek.

You felt yourself snuggled closer to him, immediately relaxing at his touch. God, how much you had miss him. He brushed his nose against your skin then raised his hand, tracing the shape of your cheek’s bone and you couldn’t do much expect giving him a dreamy gaze.

“I wasn’t sure if I could catch a flight early enough to go with to your party, didn’t wanna give false hope” He explained with a soft voice. “And I also wanna surprised you” He grinned and squeezed your cheeks together, making you pout like a goldfish.

“Seriously ! I cried like a baby, It was embarrassing” You pushed his hands away making him laughed.

“No, that’s was adorable” His features turned more serious and his thumb went back on your cheek, caressing it sweetly. “You don’t know how much I love coming back home to you and seeing you so emotive and happy to have me back…” He gently cupped your face and gave you a loving kiss, you sighed quietly into the sweet moment. “That’s my favourite thing, ever. You’re my favourite person, ever” You sniffled and took a deep breath to not just burst in tears right now. “No more tears, lovie” He chuckled softly and you hid your face against his shoulder.

“Sorry but it’s your fault" You brushed a little kiss on his jaw and sat back correctly, you were in a fancy ass restaurant after all. “You’re too cute and I’m extra sensitive when you’re away for so long”

“I know, I’m sorry” Ben whispered and interlaced your hands together, smiling softly at the sight of your engagement ring.

“It’s not your fault” You smiled tenderly and sighed, looking around as everyone were in deep conversation. “What about we go home now ?” You whispered, suddenly the only thing you wanted was going back to your and Ben’s flat and cuddling in bed for at least three days straight. You didn’t wanted to be here anymore, you just wanted Ben, no one else.

“That’s a fuckin’ great idea” The blond man grinned and stood up, tugging you with him.

You said your goodbye to everyone and Delia seemed glad that you were finally leaving, a satisfied smirk adorning her face.

“Wanna go to McDonald’s before home ?” You asked Ben as he helped you put your coat on, grinning wildly at your suggestion.

“Hell, yes. I’m fucking starving”

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Masterlist

✶ = personal favorite 

✗ = this sucks, don’t read it.

☀ = most of you liked this lol 

MARVEL

STEVE ROGERS 

Maybe If  

I need to make a call | You’re trapped in a collapsed base, you don’t know if you’re going to make it. 

☀ “Mommy and I made pancakes for you!” | Steve has a daughter but her mom left her, when Steve takes reader to meet her, they grow close slowly but one day, she calls her “mom.”

 ☀ Dad’s going to be so Mad (Peter Parker x Rogers!Reader) | You have powers as well and sneak out to join Peter to fight bad guys, But when you get hurt, You knew what was going to happen, Especially when your Father’s Captain America.

 ✶ That’s my husband’s ass.  | You get drunk and forget that you were married.

Your Steve | you wake up expecting Steve to be gone. but he’s there making you breakfast, you’re more than happy to have him home but what if you receive a call from Steve saying that he’ll be home late?

Dating Steve Rogers would Include 

You were mine  | Reader was controlled by Hydra and was sent to kill Tony Stark, but uses it to escape, soon, she meets Steve Rogers who was someone important to her in the past. (Sequel)  

Trust me | Summary: Reader gets blamed for something she didn’t do, After two years Steve looks for her and It wasn’t really a perfect reunion.

TONY STARK 

Breathtaking | 

✶  You broke my heart | after a few months of you break up, you decided to make a call, unfortunately you weren’t in your best state.

Sweet | xDaughter!Reader

✗  I got you | the Reader and Tony are fighting together on a mission and everything gets out of control.

While the sun is going down | You can see the spirit of the dead while the sun is going down, but once darkness takes over, they’re gone.

Tell me a story (Peter Parker x Stark! Reader) | Morgan and the others helps the reader through the death of her father.

✶ Wait for me  |: Reader is from the future and is a thief, something bad happened and she accidentally travels to the past where she meets Tony Stark.

BUCKY BARNES 

✶  Numb |  A soulmate au In which you are immortal and won’t feel any physical pain until you find your soulmate. But it will go away once the other dies. 

To the girl who loves him last | Summary: Reader leaves a letter, If anything bad happens.

Bored | summary: you and Bucky goes out on a “date” since your were both bored. Your plan was doing something one of you haven’t done before.

 ☀ I have a wife?! | Summary: Bucky is drunk and Reader listens to him talking nonsense.

✶  Not Steve | Summary: You and Natasha are talking about your crush on Bucky, Not knowing that he was behind you all along.

 ☀ Nightmares | Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and Accidentally hurts Y/n.

I have a mission | Requested | Where the reader is a trained spy/killer for hydra and she gets a mission to kill bucky barnes after he left hydra but she ends up falling for him in the process. Verison 2

PETER PARKER 

 Just in Time  | Summary: A soulmate AU in which there’s a timer on your wrist and tells you how much time is left until you meet your soulmate. 

Needles and Comfort | You are deadly afraid of injections and Peter comes to the rescue 

 ✗ The girl who waited  | 

✗  If you love me |  summary: It’s angst. just, angst.

 ✗ Our date | Summary: To find your soulmate you can hear their thoughts inside your head, Until they die.

LOKI 

 ✶ under the rain | Summary: When the reader is under the rain, she can see the dead.

STEPHEN STRANGE 

 ✗ Smile | 

AVENGERS 

Everything | Summary: You’re one of the most powerful being on the planet, but what are you willing to do for the people you love?

 ☀ Protective | (Sequel)

SERIES:

 ✗ ✗ Not Really Soulmates (Steve Rogers x Reader x Tony Stark) | Summary: You have been waiting for your soulmate for years, But when you met Tony you forgot about finding your soulmate and focused on your own life, But when your soulmate came who turned out to be Steve Rogers, you have to choose between the one you love and the one you were meant to love.

Make Believe (HIATUS) | one | two | three | four 

 ☀✶ Twenty five years plus fifty eight more. | A month up to you | Six hours | Again | Like Soulmates | | Summary: Everyone knows exactly when they’re going to die. It’s written on the side of their index finger,but as years passed people found out how to extend their life. You were supposed to die that day, until a super soldier comes into your life. (COMPLETED) 

STAR WARS 

KYLO REN

✶ ☀ Not from around here | Series | Prologue | Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter Three | Chapter four | Chapter five | Chapter six | Chapter seven | Chapter eight | Chapter nine | Chapter ten | 

Back home with us | Requested| xTwin!Reader. 

The Fall | Series | One  | Two | Three | 

Peace | In which Ben tried to take you back home. 

Synonym Rolls | Requested| 

Blurry | Requested | 

SHERLOCK

SHERLOCK HOLMES 

Baby steps | Summary:Every since y/n L/n worked with Sherlock Holmes on a case They’ve gotten closer until They lose to something they fear most.

RANDOM

JOE MAZZELLO FLUFF 

she said yes | Summary: Reader moves in with Joe, After several years of dating.

Mine is better | Summary: Reader and Joe are describing the person they love. Little did they know they were listening each other talk about them.

BEN HARDY FLUFF 

“what do you mean no?” | Summary: Ben told reader about a girl he likes, and Reader thought she knew who it was and set them up on a date.

Masterlist #2

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Masterlist

it’s a work in progress, darling. x

Roger Taylor

→Fuck

Part 1, Part 2

You and Roger have never liked each other that much. Or at least you’d never admit that you did. But when Mary pushes you when you’ve had more than a few drinks, you do something that you may or may not regret in the morning.

→Hard Liquor Mixed with a Bit of Intellect

Roger had always been known to be hotheaded when it came to fighting but you were known to be worse. A well-known actress with a mind of her own. Roger is intrigued by you and invites you home one night. A month later, you call him and tell him he's having your baby, it’s none of his business. He knows he’s going to pay for this.

→Easter Egg Hunt

It's your and Roger's first Easter with your child. Everything that could go wrong does go wrong.

→Romantic Roadie

You started out as a roadie for Queen, touring with them everywhere. Roger had always taken a liking to you, a different kind of liking than his usual groupies. You had always taken a liking to him too.

→Sun Kissed

The first summer Roger has off since you both started dating, he decides to spend it with you. During that time, you create some great memories and someone that would change your lives forever.

→Burning Midnight Oil

You and Roger had decided to be in an open relation after he cheated on you multiple times. You were too invested in him to say goodbye but he takes it too far. (apart of a series, check out BMO under Harry Styles, Ben Hardy, Peter Parker, and others)

→Roommates

Tensions increase between Roger and his roommate. Maybe that's just what they need to get together after years of starving their cravings for each other.

→Rum & Coke

Roger Taylor and you, an academy award-winning actress meet at one of Fred's parties and it turns into something unexpected.

Ben Hardy

→Greaser 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,  moodboard

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1950s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

→Lacking

After scrolling through social media and seeing pictures from the Fashion Week in Paris you couldn't make it to, seeing Ben with supermodels makes you hyperaware of your flaws.

→Burning Midnight Oil

Recently, Ben had been smoking and drinking more than usual. After putting up with his shit for too long, you confront him, resulting in an intense argument.

→Dr. Hardy

After years of college, you finally get a job at a hospital as a trainee. You and Ben, who also worked there, had dated for years until he cheated on you. After the breakup, you’re both assigned to the same patient and tensions rise.

→Calls For A Celebration

You and Ben had recently had a baby and go on vacation with the bohrap cast, their wives and their children. They decide to congratulate you with a spa day.

Warren Worthington III

Burning Midnight Oil

You had met Warren through fighting in Berlin. You both developed feelings for each other but before either of you act on it, he joins Apocalypse, leaving you behind to watch him destroy himself.

Tom Holland

→Burning Midnight Oil

Ever since the start of filming Infinity War, Tom had worked himself to the bone, going out drinking almost every night, coming home drunk after a long. After a while, it takes a toll on your relationship.

Peter Parker

→Not Us 

Everyone lost people after the snap. Thanos had wiped out 50% of all living creatures, including you. Steve had taken you under his wing since the civil war between the Avengers. After the last battle, Peter and you learn to cope with the circumstances.

→Burning Midnight Oil

Peter hadn't been the same since he came back from space after the war. His attitude getting worse every day. Soon enough, he turns to villainous activities, dropping the friendly neighborhood hero act.

→Profoundly Immoral and Wicked 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Epilogue, moodboard

After losing hope and everyone he cared for, Peter turns to devilish actions while risking his own life and the life of the one person who hasn't lost hope for him.

Harry Styles

→Bespoke 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Epilogue

The HMHS Britannic set sail in 1914. It was considered one of the safest, unsinkable ships after what they had learned from the Titanic. This is where you, a third class American girl meets a First Class English man about to marry a girl he absolutely hates.

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Bruises - Ben Hardy X Reader

Summary: Ben finds out about abusive boyfriend and protects you.

Warnings: HUGE TRIGGER WARNING, domestice violence, fluff.

You had woken up with your eye throbbing, a sore throat, feeling like you were still being strangled. You looked over at the still asleep monster that you have been dating for 6 months now. It was great at first, the abuse only started after 2 months, and from that point onwards you were too afraid to leave, afraid he would kill you.

The only people that knew of the abuse was your flatmate, Maxine, and your best friend, Josh, not because you told them, but because they often either heard the beatings or saw the aftermath.

Maxine often begged you to leave him, Josh often threatened to kill him, but they both understood your fear, and they soon dropped it, after realising how dangerous it could be for you.

You climbed out of bed, threw on your tights and an old hoodie, placing sunglasses on your face, trying your best to hide your new bruises. You left the room as quietly as possible trying not to wake up the monster.

That’s when you noticed Ben, Joe and Gwilym had all come over, sitting in the living room, having coffee with Maxine and Josh. Luckily, you on your way out for a walk anyway, you quickly moved past the living room, trying to avoid the stares, giving a nod of your head to greet them, unable to speak. You then left, going to walk amongst your thoughts before having to say a word.

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A long sigh came from Maxine as they all watched you leave the flat. She looked back at Josh, a concerned expression on both their faces. The three boys had no idea what was happening, but they knew it wasn’t good.

Ben always had feelings for you, but he hid them, knowing you were in a relationship. You also had feelings for Ben, you so desperately wanted to run into his arms and tell him everything that goes on, begging him to protect you. But you were too afraid, however, if you had realised that the monster was actually intimidated by Ben, you would have left him for Ben a lot sooner.

“Did you see those new bruises?” Josh broke the silence, staring at Maxine.

“Yes, she tried to hide them, but she didn’t do a great job at it.” Maxine sighed, staring at where you had once been, “Her and Nic had a fight again last night.”

“What are you talking about?!” Ben piped in, now frustrated about what he doesn’t know about you.

“Nic, he hurts Y/N, its been going on for months, she’s too afraid to leave him and we are too afraid for her safety to do anything.” Maxine sighed, Josh’s fist started to clench as she explained.

The boys were left speechless. Gwilym’s mouth was agape, not sure what to say. Joe stared at the floor, processing everything. Bens face was the definition of pure fury, he was angry with Nic for what he does, with you for not telling him, and at himself for not realising you were in pain.

“What was the fight about this time?” Josh asked, ignoring the boys’ expressions.

“I think it was actually about you, Ben.” Maxine answered, looking at Ben, who suddenly looked up, heartbreak and guilt on his face.

“He’s threatened by you, he thinks your closeness with Y/N means she is sleeping with you or something. He will never confront you, for some reason he is also terrified of you. So he takes out on her, the more she denies something is going on, the more angry he gets, and the more aggressive.”

“But nothing is going on!” Ben raised his voice. “And why don’t you do something, you live with her?!”

Your flatmate was starting to get angry now, “I can’t do anything! She will never forgive me if I did something! Do you know how much it breaks my heart to hear her get beaten and beaten, over and over again. Hearing her cries, his yells, a few weeks ago it was so bad I had to rush her into Casualty because he refused to!”

This shut Ben up. Josh sighed, “Where is he now?”

“He is still in her room, he didn’t want to leave out of fear that she will run to Ben for help.”

All the men’s heads looked up, realisation hitting them that the man that causes their friend so much pain, is right in there, vulnerable. Maxine’s eyes widened, out of realisation of what they had planned. “No, she will never forgive you. And what if this causes her more danger?!”

“You said it yourself, he is terrified of Ben, if we were all to beat him shitless, including Ben, he might get the point.” Joe finally spoke.

Maxine soon gave up, as the men all entered your bedroom.

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You entered the flat, tear stained face, terrified of the fact that the monster is still in there. Maxine was in the kitchen, wrapping Josh’s hand, Joe and Gwilym were standing next to her, holding their own hands. Ben was sitting by the window, staring out of it, lost in thought.

“What happened?” You croaked, gaining the attention of everybody. “Where’s Nic?” You started to panic.

“He’s gone.” Josh replied, “We took care of him for good this time.”

You stared at him in shock, processing what he was telling you, not realising Ben had approached you slowly, now standing in front of you.

“He won’t hurt you anymore.” Ben stroked your cheek, taking off your sunglasses, revealing your purple bruise. His felt a split second of anger from seeing the bruise, but then his face softened.

Tears started to fall down your cheeks, realising you were now safe. Everyone left the room, leaving you and Ben alone.

You both stared at each other for a while, before you noticed his red knuckles, now breaking down in tears, falling into his arms. He protected you, he was one of the ones that saved your life. He gently shushed you, stroking your hair, letting your tears stain his shirt.

“I can’t …. believe …. He’s gone.” You cried out.

Ben lifted your head to look at him, you could start to see the tears threatening to fall out of his own eyes, making them sparkle more.

“He will never bother you again. If he ever comes near you, we will take care of him. You never have to be afraid again. You deserve someone who is kind to you, you will beat themselves before even thinking of hurting you. Who will cry at the sight of you in pain.” His tears started to fall at his own words, looking at your bruises, making him cry harder.

You started to cry as well, both of you soon slid down to the floor, both crying, holding onto each other. You never wanted to leave his embrace, and you started to realise how much you actually loved him.

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