#hardzello fic

[heysweetheart-writes]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Bohemian Rhapsody (Movie 2018) Actor RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ben Hardy/Joe Mazzello Characters: Ben Hardy, Joe Mazzello, Lucy Boynton, Rami Malek, Gwilym Lee Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Single Dad Ben Hardy, Lovers to Friends to Lovers Summary:

A one night stand turns into a long distance friendship after commitment-phobic Joe ghosts Ben for a while. They are each other's longest and deepest relationship. But, something other than an ocean between them keeps them from being together as more than what they are now. Just friends.

Hello! It's here! I finally finished two chapters of this which is when I promised I would start posting so here goes!! I want to post the next chapter next week and ideally I'd have some of chapter three down by it if not all of it. 

Would love to hear from you! 

Let me know if I should make a tag list again. 

Miss you all.

[heysweetheart-writes]

“Can I…?” He starts forming the question in the midst of the heavy silence that surrounds them, not sure on how to finish it and he swallows mid sentence but he gets a shy nod across from him.

Reblog with a random sentence from your wip.

[benhardy4hardy]

requests !

hey guys, ive been off for like 2 years and im kinda getting bored and feel like writing some hardzello fics...please send through any requests you might have :)

[illfoandillfie]

Hi, I'm just wondering why you aren't writing for Joe,Brian, or deacy anymore? I love all your stories! But I'm just curious:)

mostly i'm just not super attracted to them lmao.

I wasn't horny for deaky the way i was for some of the others and i never really intended to write for deaky. i think i have like 2 blurbs that i did on request and i remember not being happy with either of them because i don't really feel like i know anything about deaky so i find him much harder to write.

brian and joe are a bit different. I wasn't really into either. I've always been a roger/ben girl lmao but they were defs very present within fandom content (more so than deaky, at least in the people i followed). It wasn't impossible to avoid reading bri or joe fics but it could be tricky. Especially if you liked the idea of threesomes or poly relationships which I do, both from a reading and a writing perspective. So a combo of the fandom generally being into them, me being horny about certain dynamics, and me wanting to write things that other people wanted to read meant i was defs more open to writing them even tho they weren't My Guys.

But then as the borhap fandom started to slow down I sort of lost interest in them. Bri said some dumb old man shit online, Joe kept making jokes about him and Ben even tho the joke had stopped being funny and certain parts of the fandom took the joke too far anyway so the threesome/poly stuff became less fun because i didn't want some tween hardzello shipper to share my dumb porn with the actors on insta. Plus I don't write as much as I used to. So when I do write I'd prefer to focus on people i really like writing for.

If the fandom had stayed more active and been less annoying I might have kept writing them but 🤷‍♀️i'm not actively horny about either of them so I'm not thinking of ideas for them.

[fallingprincess]

The Ben and Joe kiss (And they were roommates Bonus Feature)

You called, I answered!

This happened before the reader met Ben!

Words: 2k (got a little carried away there)

And they were roommates Masterpost

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“Are you ready to go?“ Gwilym asked as he got off the couch, carrying the empty beer bottles from the coffee table in front of them towards the side of the room where the three of them had accumulated a rather large collection of empty bottles over the past few hours.

Ben nodded, getting up as well. He steadied himself on the back of the leather couch, the alcohol crashing down on him in one swift movement. Why did you only ever notice how drunk you really were when you got up? “Yeah, I just need my jacket from the trailer.”

“I’ll come with you.” Joe followed along with him through a hallway and out into the chilly night air. The light breeze helping to sober the both of them up a little bit before reaching Ben’s silver trailer parked outside.

“Honestly, Ben, I never would have thought someone like you could ever become my best friend.” Joe said after Ben had unlocked the door and begun digging through piles of clothes in search for his leather jacket. Why again had he just dumped it to all of Roger’s stage costumes?

“What is that supposed to mean?” Ben questioned, momentarily giving up on his quest to hand his best friend another bottle of beer he had found instead of his jacket.

Accepting it with a grateful nod, Joe opened his beer with a lighter lying on a small wooden cabinet in the corner and continued. “Just – you’re quite young. And very athletic. And handsome. And like normally not the type of friend I am associated with.”

“Aren’t you Mister Eloquent when you get drunk?” Ben joked as he clinked his bottle to Joe’s and took a large first sip.

Joe’s laugh filled the room as he let himself fall down on the sofa, moving a large pile of clothes out of the way in the process. “I’m trying to have a moment with you here, Ben.”

“Right. Sorry, man.”

“And I just think- I think it’s great that we met and that we became friends.” Joe’s eyes had found Ben’s, an honest smile present on his lips.

“Thanks. I think so, too, Joe.” And Ben meant it. He had friends, many of them. But he had never felt this comfortable and this much like himself with any of them before. Maybe it was the age difference, or that they were living on different continents, but something had just clicked the first second they had ever shaken hands on set. And Ben was very thankful for that moment.

Silence settled between them as they both sipped on their beers, both sunken in thoughts about everything and nothing.

It was Ben that interrupted the comfortable silence a few minutes later, with a mission to make his friend uncomfortable as usual. The alcohol only cheering him on. “So you think I’m handsome, hm?”

Joe laughed again and hic-upped, the many bottles of beer seemingly also getting to his head. “Oh shut up. You know you are like one the most beautiful fucking people out there, Ben.”

Ben gulped down another sip before he nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, I do.”

“Wow, cocky much?” Joe had raised a questioning eye brow, while he looked around the room, finally settling on a lamp that weirdly looked like a frog. Typically Ben.

“You don’t know anything about my cock!” Okay, maybe Ben was a little bit drunk, and maybe this was taking their usual banter a bit too far, but he just wasn’t able to stop himself.

“Believe me when I say, Ben, that I also don’t want to.”

Ben puffed out a stream of air before he seated himself next to Joe on the small couch. “Well, you are missing out.”

“Gladly.”

Another comfortable silence settled between them. That’s how you know you really like someone. When the silence is comfortable.

“You know you are handsome, too, right?” Ben finally said in an almost whisper, the walls suddenly appearing closer than they did before. Wow, he really was getting to his limit of drunk.

“Don’t go all sappy on me now.” Joe grinned as he ran a hand through his short brown hair. Ben laughed internally as he remembered the perm drama from two months ago. “I appreciate it though.”

Ben just nodded, opening his mouth without thinking much. “You know, I am more of a sub myself so-“

“God, I forgot drunk you does not have a filter, man.” Joe interrupted him, a hand boxing against Ben’s muscular side in a playful manner.

“All I am saying is, I can admit beauty when I see it.” Ben stated, his voice slightly slurred. Yup, he was officially drunk. To that he had another sip of beer.

“Thank you, Ben.” Joe smiled again, clinking his bottle against Ben’s. “If you were a girl I’d kiss you now.”

Ben suddenly turned towards his friend, a thought springing to his mind. Was it inappropriate? Maybe. But he was drunk and didn’t really care much. “Have you ever kissed a guy, Joe?” Where was he even going with this?

Joe did not seem at all surprised at his question. They did not really have any secrets and this just hadn’t been something that had come up during their endless nights of talking yet. “I have not in fact. Have you?”

Ben nodded, maybe a bit too eagerly, he wasn’t sure, everything kind of blurred together at this point. “Few times. Never anything more than that. Just for fun. Always drunk.” Wow. No filter. Seriously though.

“Good for you, man. I’m not really that into it.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Ben shrugged, a smirk present on his face. Somebody needed to fucking stop him right now. “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

“I am not.” Joe answered, maybe a bit too fast and slightly too high.

“Of course you are not.”

“I really am not.”

“I know you are not.”

Another silence, however, this time slightly tensed and uncomfortable. Although Ben wasn’t sure if he was the only one feeling it. If his intention had been to make things awkward, he had succeeded in doing so.

Ultimately, Joe groaned, a hand running through his hair. “Okay, fine. I am thinking about it.”

Ben laughed knowingly as he bit his bottom lip to stop himself from whatever his mind had come up with now. “What about it?”

Joe appeared to be deep in thought as he emptied another good bit of his beer. “Just how it would be different, I guess?”

“Not that different, really.” Ben began talking, no filter present. “I mean the stubble is interesting, and that the other person isn’t like as weak just generally a bit rougher. Doesn’t feel bad though. Kind of exciting really.”

“Ben-” Joe tried interrupting his friend. No luck, though.

“Hey, all I am saying is that it’s not that big of a deal and-“

“Ben-“ he tried again, not the least bit more successful.

“And that it wouldn’t be something bad if you wanted to try it.”

That was enough for Joe. “Ben I thought you were more of a sub yourself, so do yourself a favor and shut up.” he burst out, shocked by his own words.

Ben’s eyes widened in surprise and he closed his mouth to swallow down something that had risen up in him. Not a good thing. Joe’s commanding voice had sent a weird rush through his body. A rush that went straight to his dick.

He didn’t even think when he leaned closer towards Joe, not as much as to suggest anything, but not as little as to reject. He glanced down towards Joe’s lips, then back up towards his questioning eyes. Ben was well aware that everything that followed was his fault alone, but he never would have admitted to that. He could honestly say he had never thought about Joe in such a way and maybe he was still trying to make him uncomfortable. Or maybe he was just an incredibly needy drunk and Joe was right there. It was probably a combination of both.

He was just as surprised as Joe, when suddenly mere inches separated their faces. The air in the small trailer seemed to have heated up a significant amount.

Joe swallowed before placing his empty beer bottle on the ground next to him, his eyes never leaving Ben’s as he whispered “Once. We pretend it never happened. I just wanna know. And I trust you with this, because you are my best friend.”

Ben couldn’t do much but nod as he allowed Joe to press the lightest of kisses to his lips. Not daring to move, he simply waited for his friend to react.

“So that was…nice.” Joe stated as he leaned back, a red flush spread along his forehead and cheeks.

“U-huh.” Ben mumbled, warily questioning if Joe was okay. Somehow that one tiny kiss had sobered him up very fast.

Neither of them daring to move, they just stared at each other in the dimly lit trailer, heat and tension radiating through them.

Ben wasn’t sure if it was him or Joe, but next thing he knew, his lips were once again firmly pressed against that of his best friend, this time more daring, wanting. He carefully dug his hands into Joe’s hair, tugging slightly at a few strands, grinning at the moan that escaped his lips.

“Fucking hell.” Joe groaned as he slipped his tongue into Ben’s mouth, almost teasingly sliding it along Ben’s bottom lip.

Ben didn’t care anymore. It could have been anyone next to him in that moment. He was drunk and needy and this was a fucking great kiss.

Willingly, he pulled Joe closer, his brain foggy from beer and pleasure, until he was straddling him on the couch, their lips never separating.

In response, Joe started slowly grinding his hips against Ben’s making him moan out of pure frustration. Why did he always get so needy? Would he regret this the next day? Most definitely. But right now he couldn’t have cared less.

Hungrily he kissed down Joe’s neck, placing a teasing bite in the crook of his collar bone, before placing his lips back onto the others, joining them in another heated kiss.

Joe’s hands instinctively found Ben’s waistline and were about to dug into it, when the door opened with a loud squeak.

“Hey, are you guys ready. You have been in here fore- Holy shit!!” Gwilym stopped in his tracks as he watched Joe hastily jump off Ben, almost knocking over a dresser in the process.

“I swear I can explain.”, he began, panic rising in his voice. “It’s all Ben’s fault.”

Ben watched him curiously; too blurry and foggy to really comprehend what was happening yet. And he also didn’t mind as much. It had been fun, but it had also not meant anything. And he was pretty sure that they both were well aware of that. Nevertheless he agreed to it being super weird right now.

“Are you…you know…like friends with benefits or something?” Gwilym questioned as he tried wrapping his mind around what he had just witnessed, his face still in shock.

“Nope. That was the first and only time.” Ben involved himself in the conversation, a laugh playing on his lips. “We are just drunk. Sorry you had to see that, man.”

“Alright.” Gwilym began as faced the door again. “I will go outside and come back in. And we pretend this never happened. Yea?”

Ben and Joe nodded in unison as their friend closed the door behind himself and opened it a second later.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Absolutely.” Ben smiled and stood up, finally spotting his leather jacket under a nearby chair.

As Joe got up, a last spurt of weirdness came smashing down on Ben and before he could stop himself, he had grabbed his best friend’s wrist and pulled him backwards, his lips crashing down on Joe’s one last time. “One for the road.” Ben winked as he practically pushed a startled Joe out the door to close it, locking everything that had just happened behind him.

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I must say I kind of enjoyed writing this. Hope you liked it!

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[bohmemeianrhapsody]

An idea I had (Joe Mazzello x Ben Hardy)

Ben bit his bottom lip to prevent laughter from spilling from his mouth as Joe pulled the blanket over them and threw himself over his torso.

Joe turned the phone off and let it drop into the sheets before letting his own laughter tumble over his lips.

Ben let his laughter escape and pulled his hands out from behind his head and let them come to a rest on the other man’s thighs.

Joe calmed himself as he rested his forehead against Ben’s collar bone and it was at that moment he realised that he was straddling the blonde man’s waist.

He looked up cautiously, lifting his head slowly. Their combined breaths under the thick blanket made them both uncomfortably warm but Joe fought the urge to adjust his body.

“What’s up?” Ben whispered, trying his best to remain nonchalant like the persona he had adopted for Joe’s silly video.

“Uh, we’re just very, close,” Joe managed.

“I’m pretty sure that was your doing,” Ben smirked. “And besides, didn’t we just pretend we had sex?”

“Yeah but that-” Joe cut himself off when he noticed that Ben’s eyes no longer met his own. Joe was no idiot, a blush rose to his cheeks as Ben’s eyes linger as the seconds dragged on.

“Would it be crazy if I kissed you right now,” said Ben breathlessly.

“A little,” Joe murmured.

“Can I?”

Joe answered, not with words, but by brushing his lips against Ben’s, his eyes fluttering closed and pulling the blanket back over his shoulders.

The cool air swept across their faces and the sweat beginning to form in their hairlines. This encouraged Ben to press his lips firmly against Joe’s, lifting his chin slightly to keep connected to him.

This continued for sometime. There was no urgency, there was no rush.

It was just the two of them lazily kissing in the warm morning sun that poured through the hotel room window.

Joe was still basking in how good Ben tasted when their lips finally parted and their foreheads rested against one another.

“Do you think he’s gonna get jealous?” Ben asked.

Joe frowned until Ben pointed at the cardboard cut out beside them, but it took no more than a second before he laughed heartily.

“Don’t worry about him,” Joe extended his arm to push the Cardboard duplicate of Ben off the bed before pressing another quick kiss to the real Ben’s lips.

“How rude,” Ben chuckled, moving his hands from Joe’s thighs to his waist before pushing him off so they lay together on their sides. “Kiss me again.”

[acockius]

holiday blurbs/headcanons

hey friends! in effort to write more, i’m asking for requests to spark creativity. I’ll write for the following:

-Ben Hardy

-Joe Mazzello

-Gwilym Lee

-Rami Malek

-Brian May

-Roger Taylor

I am open to writing most AUs and poly relationships, so feel free to request at your leisure!

[benhardypout-archive]

SHARE A COKE

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello

Rating: T

Ben pushed the bottle a little further, hoping that Joe would notice. Joe finally turned his head up and his eyes silently read the words imprinted on the wrapper around the Coke bottle. 

A/N: Hi, I’ve come up with another drabble, and I don’t know, this just randomly popped into my head after seeing a certain picture of Coke. I’m not advertising Coca-Cola in this story, by the way.

Ben found it hard to concentrate on the essay he was working on, so he stopped in the middle of his writing. He could use a coke this time of day. The weather was hot enough to drain his energy, and his throat’s running dry. So he gathered his things up, and started to walk his way out of the library, making his way to the cafeteria.

As he pushed the double doors of the cafeteria open, he dashed towards the freezer and randomly picked up a bottle of Coke and paid for it to the staff behind the counter. His hand settled on the cap at once to twist it open, but he soon stopped as his eyes spotted something, which also caused the beating of his heart to stop, seeing the huge letters printed in white on the wrap that read the name of his long time buddy that he got a secret crush on, JOE.

It took him a second before he could be able to move. What the fuck was his crush’s bloody name doing on his bottle of Coke? He drew out the breathe he has been holding. Damn, that simple name of his crush appearing out of nowhere and randomly could easily make him weak to the knees. And with slightly shaking hands he decided to take a better look at it and it read, ‘Share a coke with… JOE’.

Since when did Coca-Cola come up with this bollocks?

Then his eyes spotted the person that turned his heart in shambles just now. And he never failed. He found his heart beating harder this time like it wanted to come out of his chest.

The guy named Joe was sitting alone in the corner of this almost vacant cafeteria with only few students lurking around. Ben sighed and took two drinking straws from the straw dispenser and approached Joe.

“Hey buddy,” he almost lost his bloody voice, goodness!

Joe was surprised to see Ben. “Hey!” he smiled, taking off his earphones from his ears. And Ben found himself forgetting the ability to move and willing to stare at that smile for as long as he could.

Joe scooted over the long bench and patted his hand on the space beside him. “Have a seat.” 

“Right, thanks,” Ben sat down, at once and placed the bottle of coke in front of him, tapping his fingers against its body. He decided and took a peek at what Joe was doing.

“What are you doing here? I was actually working on our essay but I got hungry so I decided to grab something to eat,” Joe explained as he continued to write the said essay before Ben had interrupted him.

“Same. I was er… at the library working on an essay too, then I got thirsty,” Ben relaxed his body. He almost forgot what he was meant to do, and so he twisted the cap open. And his movements got slower when he was about to put the two straws inside the bottle. He glanced carefully at Joe before he took his first sip.

Bloody hell! It was good!

Then Ben pushed the bottle in between him and Joe making sure that the statement written that says “Share a Coke with… JOE” was facing Joe, so he could read it. 

The blond pursed his lips and he noticed that one of his legs had been shaking, he drew out another breathe as he tried to make his leg still. Then he coughed gently. Calm down, Ben. It’s just a Coke.

He pushed the bottle a little further, hoping that Joe would notice. Ben joined his hands together on top of the table as if to recite some prayer as he waited.

Joe finally turned his head and his eyes stopped and silently read the words imprinted on the wrapper around the Coke bottle. Then he smiled and turned to Ben, who hesitantly looked at him.

Ben pursed his lips as he rubbed his nape softly, “Well…uhm… I’m just doing what it says there.” His eyes moved from Joe to the bottle of Coke.

Sighing, he crossed his arms together back on the table, waiting for Joe to do something.

“So…” he said.

“Of course, Ben, I’d like to share this Coke with you,” Joe chuckled bringing a hand on Ben’s back and gave it a brotherly pat and a gentle rub. Thankfully, Ben had refrained himself from leaning onto his touch. He turned back to Joe and smiled and one of his hands reaching to one of the straws and Joe did the same.

With both smiles plastered on their faces, they gave each other meaningful happy stares as they brought their lips down to the straws, sipping the soda together.

Dedicating this to: @watercolouredreams ; @hey-holtzy ; @oniriquex

[hey-holtzy]

I made a side blog to write drabbles. If anyone wants to send me prompts, please do @heybuddy-drabbles

[lovegayships]

So... I wrote a thing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18594724

It’s an Hardzello AU OS.

[writeyourownlifestory]

Ooo how about Joe during his second pregnancy with the secret twins, featuring more Hardzello family fluff please!

"Freaking knock it off!" Joe snapped, lifting his plate of nachos up from where he had them settled on his stomach. He was being lazy today. He had every right to be. About six more weeks left before the gremlin living inside him would be making her grand exit. Ben had finished a shoot early and brought food in for all of them. The growing family was sitting in the sitting room, trying their best to pick a movie to watch. JJ was fighting for the Care Bears movie, but Joe just . . . he couldn't do it anymore. He had seen the movie seven times in the past three days. He needed a break from Sunshine Bear before Joe himself became Homicidal Bear. Clara was rooting for one of the dozens of Barbie movies they had shown her over the years, while Ben just kept smirking and landing on movies that Joe himself had done. Look, he understood. He was an adorable child but explaining to his children that yes, that is in fact daddy and no he's not really getting chased by dinos or dying of AIDS. It was a lot to take in, okay? "Will you just put on The Little Mermaid or something?" Joe demanded, hissing when another kick came along. "Why is she so strong?" The kicks were more intense than they had been with Clara. They came twice as often and twice as roughly. Ben had mentioned how active JJ had been in the womb but this was pushing it. "Perhaps we'll have an itty-bitty body-builder this time around?" Ben teased. He checked and double checked, making sure the kids had everything they needed before he settled down on the armchair with his own meal. Remote in hand, Ben finally settled on a movie, going to choose the Iron Giant, knowing damn well that it made Joe cry like a bitch with every single viewing. "You're a jerk." Joe told him, yelping when another rough kick settled against his side. "FUCK!" JJ gasp, his small hand cupping his mouth. "Bad word!" "That's right, Joey. Daddy said a bad word." Ben answered, smirking from behind his burger. "You and your children? All traitors." Joe told him, shoving a heavily loaded nacho into his stomach. Only when he began eating did the kid inside him finally settle down. Typical.

[heysweetheart-writes]

SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY

thanks for tagging, @alexstandoll ❤

Joe can’t take his eyes out of him. 

But he has to because after a few minutes of watching the blond doing one of the most mundane tasks among house chores, he sees him stop and look for something as he heads towards the glass window to open it and he steps outside, to both Joe’s delight and fucking personal hell. 

“Oh, hey. Were you kicked out of bed?” The blond asks, knowing all too well already that Joe doesn’t usually wake up before noon. He hates and loves that he knows that. Ben questions him with a cigarette between his lips while he tries to light it. He does once he finishes asking.

~~~~~~~~

This is from an unpublished untitled fic that I call “The Balcony AU” which just like Joe’s feelings towards Ben here, I love and fucking hate haha I never finished it sadly so this is possibly all you get from it. 

It’s not Sunday but I really wanted to post it. Maybe on Sunday I’ll post something more/else? If this gets enough attention, I’ll do it haha 

I won’t tag anyone to do it but if you see this and makes you want to do it, you can tag me to see it! :) 

[queenandborhapevents]

Hello everyone! Might be cutting it a bit close, but I wanted to see if there would be any interest for an event this November, or if y'all would prefer something without signups like a prompt event! Lmk!

[benhardypout-archive]

THIS IS SOOO CUTE! Y'all should REAAAAD!!! ❤️

Love Letters

There are love letters coming in the mail but with nothing written on the outside, not even a name, so I always give them to you, because I just assume they’re for you because I think I’ve seen you holding one of the envelopes before and you’re the kind of person that has a secret admirer, definitely not me…

prompt taken from @creativepromptsforwriting

The first time it happened, Ben looked a little pale when Joe handed him the powder blue envelope with no name and address on it. Since Mark moved out last month, it’s only been the two of them, so he figured out that the letter must be for Ben, his good-looking, blonde, green-eyed English housemate with a hot bod, who wakes up at 6am to run at the park everyday to keep fit and then comes home with bagels stuffed with cream cheese. There’s a faint whiff of fragrance from the paper as well, and he wondered who sends old-fashioned love letter nowadays anyway? “I hope it’s not a prank, mate,” and then again wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have said that, since Ben visibly tensed up and disappeared into his room with the envelope without a word.

The second time he found the nameless envelope in their mailbox was exactly a week ago, a few days after the first one. It was getting a little suspicious, if not worrying. “How did you send a reply?” he asked a stricken-looking Ben later that day. “Did they write instructions to leave the reply at a specific post box or wait, maybe like, at an inconspicuous place, like taped to the fire hydrant or something?” He looked at Ben, frowning. “Do you even know who this person is, or is the whole mystery identity exciting? Is this some kind of a new dating app game?” Ben proceeded to slam the door in front of Joe’s face after he said that, but he has to admit, the whole thing was rather hilarious.

By the time the third faintly-fragranced powder blue envelope arrived, Joe thought he should apologize to Ben for making fun of his mysterious letter-sender, regardless of whether they are real and their identity a secret, or not. “I thought it’s sweet that people still want to write and send old-fashioned love letters in this age and century,” he said as he handed him the blue envelope. “I mean, I didn’t think that it’s creepy at all. And I’m not judging you either. Whatever makes you happy, right?” But again, Ben wordlessly disappeared into his room with the envelope and he hoped he didn’t upset the blonde in any way. He did think it’s a little creepy, though, just saying.

The fourth envelope appeared in their mailbox yesterday. Joe was beginning to think that it’s either Ben is as creepy as the letter sender, and they really are exchanging love letters, (which is fine by him because hey, they are probably a good match then. Creepy and creeper) or there’s something more sinister going on here. “Are you being threatened or blackmailed by any chance?” he asked rather seriously, “because you shouldn’t keep these things to yourself, you know.” Ben shook his head quickly, frowning, “No, of course not!” he answered, a little incredulous. Joe nodded and chugged his beer. “Are you a spy, then?” Ben groaned into his hand. “Okay don’t answer me maybe. Because then you might have to kill me, and I don’t want to die–”

“No, I’m not a spy, Joe.” Ben answered, sighing heavily. “And you’re right. This whole letter thing is getting ridiculous,” he trailed off as he got up to go to the kitchen sink. He rinsed his beer bottle and put it into the box that Joe labeled for recycling. “Are we still up for movie night?” he asked, clearly wanting to change the topic. “You bet we are.” Joe grinned, glad that Ben wasn’t upset with him. “It’s your kind of movie too, you’re gonna love it.” 

And he was right. As usual they get settled comfortably on the couch and switched off all the lights and left the reading light in the living room dimmed. Ben cried nearly at the end of the movie, at the part where Joe thought he would, and he silently handed him the box of tissue papers he had kept handy on the couch. He cried again when the movie ended, slumping slightly against Joe’s side. Joe wound his arm around Ben’s shoulder, rubbing his arm a little. “That was a good movie.” He said into Joe’s sweater. “And I hate you,” he added after, which made Joe laugh. “Admit it, I choose the best movies.” Ben looked up at him, smiling, and it’s not the first time that the blonde’s smile made his heart skip a beat, but he has grown to get used to it by now. So his blonde housemate is nice and sweet and kind and very attractive too, okay? And he’s pretty sure by now that Ben’s smile can melt rocks, let alone his poor, poor heart.

“Yes, you do,” Ben agreed, looking at the TV screen again. “Let’s watch something mindless and distracting for a while?” he said, not moving from where he’s comfortably leaning against Joe, even as Joe moved sideways in the opposite direction to grab the remote control. They just shifted here and there to get comfortable. “Something mindless coming right up,” Joe said as he pressed the button on the remote. They both agreed to settle on watching a talk show rerun, which Joe actually found rather engaging. Or distracting, or both. He didn’t realize that he’s absent-mindedly scratching his nails against the sleeve of Ben’s sweater in a short and steady up and down movement. He stopped when Ben spoke.

“About the letter thing,” he paused, as if thinking. It gave Joe some time to refocus his thoughts as well. Ben was so quiet for the last ten minutes that he honestly thought he had dozed off. “You think they should have just come out and say how they feel, yeah?”

read the rest here.

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[anironsidh]

New fake tweet for the Maylor Royal au 😁

[bohrapbois]

Ik you’re busy with Royal Treatment, but any chance you would maybe be interested in writing a quickish one shot where Ben/Joe gives the other a really obvious hickey and Gwilym/Rami/Allen see it and catch them out? I love your shorties ☺️

“How the hell am I going to cover this up?” Ben whined with a pout, rubbing his fingers over the dark bite mark on his neck as if he’d be able to make it disappear. In the mirror behind him, his mischievous boyfriend smirks.

“I hear turtle necks are back in fashion, Benny,” Joe comes and wraps his arms around the blonds waist, teasing lips coming to kiss up the other side of the throat before he gets a shove and retreats with a laugh.

“Shove off, Mazzello,” Ben can’t help but snicker at the situation, fingers still pressing the mark. He’s growing to like it. But maybe not when they still have a film to, well... film.

They’ve only been ‘together’ for one month and two weeks. Started off with some dry humping and desperate make outs as both got over ends of relationships, but soon it was hidden dates and sneaky hand holding, and then it was a jumbled - “I really like you” “I really like you too” and then it was a relationship that they kept away from prying eyes. Most nights they spent with each other or the rest of the cast, who, despite the couples best attempts, knew of their secret relationship. But of course they haven’t told them. It’s fun seeing the kid from Jurassic Park and the guy from East Enders try to be subtle.

They come on set, hiding away from everyone else so they could walk onto the trailer park separate. They kept looking over at each other and giggling at Ben stupid attempt at hiding the marks. Surprisingly, popped collars aren’t very fashionable anymore. Joe goes first, trying to act cool and collected and as if he hadn’t had the shag of his life last night. He’d never knew they could do half the positions they did. Ben followed a few minutes later, a slight swagger to his walk to hide his limp. He had his joggers pulled up high to hide the handprints on his hips, but as he looks down his phone to look casual, he fails to see Allen already in his Pretner garb.

“Ah-!” Ben stumbled back a bit, trying to catch his phone before it clattered to the phone, clutching the device to his chest as he looked up at his friend, who was now wearing a coffee and looking down disappointedly as his morning Get-Up-And-Go went and Got-Up-And-Left into his shirt. “Sorry, mate,” Ben reached forward and fumbled with the damp shirt as if he could pull back the liquid.

The Irishman sighed, looking up at his clumsy friend, and instantly his eyes was drawn to the terrible attempt at hiding a hickey. “It’s ok,” Ben continued to palm at his chest, “was an accident... How’s Joe?”

“He’s ok, yeah, should’ve been around here a couple-“ Ben glanced up at his friends quirked eyebrow, his hand dropping as his cheeks blushed. “I-“

“We already know you guys are fucking like rabbits, even without that mark,” Allen pats Bens shoulder and laughs as the embarrassed blushed deepened. “We’re all glad you guys found each other, but makeup are going to kill your boyfriend for that,” he gestured at Bens neck.

“How do you know were... boyfriends?” Ben glanced around as if there were going to be hordes of fans or paparazzi around, even if they’re still a relatively unknown cast.

“Oh, I didn’t 100% know, but the way you guys look at each other gave you away before the rocking trailer did,” Allen can’t help but tease, throwing his arm around Bens shoulders and starts walking with his still very red cast mate.

“Oh god please don’t tell anyone,” Ben begs uselessly, as the moment he said it, Allen laughed.

“No way! I have to tell the others I caught you, Gwil owes me a hundred quid -Rami! I caught him! I got proof!” Allen started tugging Ben after him as their other friend started rushing over with a big grin on his face, both ignoring the pitiful groan coming from the younger man.