#i almost wanna make some y/n content with the other WH sillies.

[sketchy-tour]

Oh the most random thought. I know Wally is "the guy" of the fandom. Like there's no denying. And I am also a victim of Wally's "the guy" syndrome.

But because of that, there's Wally x Y/N content. But where's the Julie x Y/N? Barnaby??? Sally? Poppy???? *proceeds to list the whole cast at that point*

Howdy has his fans, I've seen them they're so very real but he also deserves more Y/N content.

Idk idk. Random stupid thoughts. From someone who's literally also a stupid little Wally enjoyer. Fjdjjfjdjfjs

[freddiesaysalright]

Dancing With Ben Week 11

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic Redemption Week - Jive 2.0

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

Word Count: 3.5K

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A/N: So! Some fun stuff in this one! I included a fun dance for rehearsal since the routine they’re doing is a repeat! I like fun new dance content y’all. Also, a lil BoRhap reunion in this one! Hope y’all enjoy!

Week 1  Week 2  Week 3  Week 4  Week 5 Week 6  Week 7  Week 8  Week 9  Week 10

Week 11 here we go!!!

“We made it to the semi-finals!” you cried excitedly, hugging Ben as you entered rehearsal together. “Can you believe it?”

“Hardly!” he returned through a laugh. “We’ve been working so hard, and it feels like it’s really paying off.”

“I know!” you said. “I’m so proud of you, I could scream!”

“Please don’t scream,” he chuckled.

“I won’t, but oh my God! This is amazing!”

You beamed at each other for a moment.

“So, what’s this week’s dance?” he wondered.

“I actually don’t know,” you told him. “This week is the week we re-do a dance we did earlier this season to show how much you’ve improved. One of the judges will meet us here and will tell us which dance they’d like to see us do again.” 

“I hope they choose the waltz,” he said.

You chuckled. “But we just did that one.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but I really loved it.”

“Me too,” you agreed. “But until the mystery judge gets here, I brought some friends to keep us company during rehearsal today.”

His brow furrowed. “Who?”

“Come in, guys!” you called.

Through the door came Rami, Joe, and Gwilym. The latter two had flown in to see the semi-finals and finals of the show and support Ben. They were certain he’d make it to the finals and wanted to be in the audience this week and next. Ben gave a cry of delight and leapt into their collective arms. They all laughed as they embraced him and told him what a great job he was doing. Joe and Rami came over to say hello to you again, hugging you and pecking your cheek. Then Gwilym approached to introduce himself.

“Gwilym Lee,” he said, extending his hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you replied. “It’s wonderful to meet you.”

“You as well,” he returned. “Ben hardly shuts up about you in our group chat, so I’m excited to see you in person.”

You laughed. “That’s funny, he hardly shuts up about the three of you to me.”

Ben bear hugged Gwilym from behind and kissed his neck.

“Thank you for coming all this way,” he murmured. 

Gwil patted his arm softly and smiled. “Of course, Ben. We wouldn’t miss it.”

“What dance are you doing this week?” Joe wondered.

You explained to him what you had explained to Ben about it being a redemption week, so neither of you knew yet. 

“I hope it’s the salsa,” Rami said. “Maybe you’d get to come back, Joe.”

“I don’t know if my body could take that,” Joe laughed. “That was tough. Although, Y/N is a wonderful teacher.”

“Thank you, Joe,” you returned. “You’re an excellent student.”

You all chatted for a bit while you waited for whichever judge to come in. After about ten minutes or so, you hear the door open.

“Knock, knock,” came the voice of Len Goodman.

“Len!” you cried.

He came over and shook hands with you and Ben. He offered a little wave to the rest of the boys. Then he smiled widely at you and your partner.

“Well, I am glad to see you two,” he said kindly. “And I’m glad I’m your special coach this week. You two have done so well and are at the top of the leaderboard. Oh, and congratulations on making it to the semi-finals.”

You and Ben both thanked him.

“This week, the other judges and I want to see you dance your jive again,” he continued. “We thought your jive was great, but now that you’re a real dancer, you can make it outstanding.”

“Okay,” you said with an excited clap. “I’m ready to get started.”

“Just a moment,” Len said. “You’ve brought some friends, but I’ve also brought friends of my own.”

You and Ben exchanged a confused glance.

“Not to worry, Ben,” Len said. “You’ve met them before. Please say hello to Brian May, Roger Taylor, and Adam Lambert!”

“Shut the fuck up!” you yelled, your hands covering your mouth right after.

The three men walked through the door of the studio and your heart skipped several beats. You thought you might pass out. You actually stumbled but Ben caught you. When you were steady, he joined the other boys in greeting the band. You looked at Len, dumbfounded.

“Wh - how?” you wondered.

“They’re all in town and they offered to come and play the song for you and Ben to dance to,” he explained.

You gave Len a hug and then watched while Ben, Rami, Gwil, and Joe talked with the band. Your heart fluttered again, and you weren’t sure what to do. Your thirteen-year-old self’s head was exploding at the idea of being in the same room as Roger Taylor. 

“Y/N, get over here,” Ben said. “Say hello.”

On shaky legs, you approached. You shook each of their hands and they introduced themselves. 

“Hello,” you choked out. When had you gotten emotional?

Ben wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed. “Queen’s music means a lot to her.”

“It does?” wondered Roger. 

“Yeah,” Ben said. He looked at you and gently nudged you. “Tell them.”

“Oh, it’s...not important,” you said. 

“That’s not true,” Ben replied. “Go on, tell them.”

You cleared your throat. “Well, um, my parents met at a Queen concert, so I was raised on the music. My mother passed unexpectedly, and your music was always my way of feeling close to her.”

“What a lovely sentiment,” Brian said. 

You nodded. “I’m honestly in shock that I’m even here with you guys right now. I mean, growing up I was this oddball because my friends were all into Justin Beiber and Zac Efron, and I had Roger Taylor on my ceiling.”

They laughed at that. Then they hugged you and you thought your heart might explode because holy shit you were hugging Brian May and Roger Taylor. 

You looked at Adam. “And you’re honestly amazing!”

He hugged you as well. “Thank you, sweetie.”

“Well, you’ve got a bit of an audience, I think it’s time to start rehearsal,” said Len.

The boys and the band moved to the side. You looked at Ben. 

“How much of the jive do you remember?” you asked. 

“All of it,” he said. 

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “All of it?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “You don’t believe me?”

“Not for a second, Hardy,” you said. 

“Wanna bet?” he challenged. 

“Fine,” you returned. “If I win...I get to tell Joe where you’re ticklish.”

“She knows where you’re ticklish?!” Joe cried indignantly. 

“Fine,” Ben agreed with a smirk, ignoring Joe. “If I win, you have to do the routine you did to Body Language when you were captain of your college dance team.”

The others chuckled.

You mouth fell open. “How do you know about that?!”

“Your dad showed me the video,” he returned. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Bring it, Hardy.”

He laughed. “Let’s go.”

You started the music. You felt pretty confident initially because you did the jive so long ago. Ben had to miss a step. But as you danced, you got nervous. He was doing really well. You briefly considered tripping him or something but you didn’t want to play dirty. If you were going to win it was going to be fair and square. 

You suddenly remembered when you were first teaching Ben this dance and you had missed a step. He had teased you for it at the time - and a few times since then - and his eyes teased you now, as if he were remembering it as well. You focused. 

Sadly, you lost the bet. Ben did know the entire jive routine from start to finish and performed it well. When the last notes of the song played, you huffed irritably. He laughed as he backed away toward the wall with the rest of your “audience” in rehearsal. Of course, you were doing this on a day when there were tons of guests in the room. 

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this in front of Roger and Brian,” you grumbled. 

“Shouldn’t have doubted me then,” he replied. 

“Okay, let the record show, I was a VERY amateur choreographer at the time and I only did half these moves because there was a boy on the football team whose attention I wanted.”

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really,” you snapped. “And I gotta say - worked like a charm.”

He frowned and you headed to the other end of the studio with a little smirk of your own. You started the music, this time with Body Language and began.

The routine was only a minute or so, and was sexy in an almost silly way. It was a lot of pelvic thrusts and hair flips instead of real choreography, but at the time, it was a big moment for you because it was your first routine you had ever choreographed on your own. You were not nearly as proud of it now. 

As you danced, though, you couldn’t help but smile, despite the slight embarrassment you felt at performing this in front of members of Queen. It was funny because Ben’s idea was backfiring a bit. He swallowed as he watched you, and heat rose to his cheeks. You lost the bet, but you couldn’t help feeling just a bit victorious. 

When you finished, everyone clapped as you took a sarcastic bow. Laughing, you made your way over to them.

“Well, that would certainly have my attention when I was that age,” Roger joked. 

“Like I said, it worked,” you replied. 

“The guy went out with you?” Gwilym asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah. But then he ghosted me shortly after. Not to worry, though, I got him back.”

“How?” asked Joe eagerly.

“Oh, no,” you said. “I’m not telling that story with cameras on me.”

Joe and Ben both opened their mouths to ask more, but Len interrupted.  

“Enough messing about,” he said. “We’ve got a dance to perfect.”

You nodded in agreement, and he started giving feedback on the dance again. He offered suggestions about how you could add to the routine here and there to make it more advanced now that Ben was a better dancer. When you incorporated them, you could tell it made the routine a lot stronger. It really showed what Ben had learned. 

Also, you added a gap where you and Ben would rest while Brian played the guitar solo. Brian insisted that wasn’t necessary, but you cut him off. 

“Sorry, Brian, but it’s too iconic,” you joked. “Legally, we have to let you play it.”

He chuckled and didn’t argue anymore. After a while, Brian, Roger, and Adam left to do their own rehearsal, but not before they all told you how great the dance was. Ben’s castmates stayed. They said a fond goodbye to the band though, and you thanked them again for doing this for you. 

When rehearsal was over, the guys were making plans to go to dinner. 

“Y/N, you wanna come?” Joe wondered. 

“Oh, you guys can catch up,” you said, although you were sad about losing the time with Ben. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not at all,” Gwilym assured you. 

“Yeah, don’t worry about that,” Rami added. “Lucy’s meeting us at the restaurant as well.”

You found Ben’s eyes and he gave you a pleading look. You smiled. 

“Alright,” you agreed. 

As you all took seats around a table at the restaurant, greeting Lucy as you went, Joe looked at you. 

“Alright, I wanna hear the story of how you got that guy back who ghosted you,” he said. 

“Oh, God, I was hoping you’d forgotten about that,” you groaned. 

“I want to hear this story as well,” Ben said, looking at you. 

You sighed. “Okay, this is super embarrassing, but that guy was my first time. He took my virginity, then he didn’t talk to me for four days, when I saw him at a party. He tried to talk to me, but I ignored him and started flirting with his friend. Later in the night, I literally looked him in the eyes while I took his friend upstairs.”

“Holy shit!” Joe cried, an amused smile on his lips. 

“That’s amazing,” Lucy said. 

“The funniest part is that I didn’t even sleep with his friend,” you said. “I just made him think I did. And they’re still not friends.”

You took a triumphant sip of your drink as they laughed. You enjoyed the rest of dinner with them, laughing and joking as you held Ben’s hand under the table. You were so grateful to go into the final weeks of the competition with such support. Ben’s friends were incredible. 

That night, as you lay beside him, your mind ran wild. You were having so much fun with Ben, and his friends, but their arrival just hit home yet again that your time together was dwindling down. You were at the bottom of the hourglass. You looked over at his sleeping form, his chest rising and falling evenly in his sleep, and tried to imagine sleeping without him there beside you. Your heart broke at the thought. 

The next day, you had Ben all to yourself in rehearsal. It was nice. You adored everyone who was at rehearsal the previous day, but you truly treasured your time just together now. He was doing really well since he remembered the routine and you were only having to make slight adjustments. 

Dress rehearsal and camera blocking was super fun since you got to rehearse with Queen and Adam playing for you. The other remaining couples were jealous of your celebrity performers. They were incredibly kind to everyone and signed a few autographs for people. You had already gotten one for your father. As well as several selfies. 

As quickly as it started, the week was over. It was showtime again. This showtime was a lot more exciting since you’d be dancing with Queen and Adam Lambert, but still it felt like time was slipping away from you. 

You and Ben were dancing first because the band had to leave before the show ended to catch a flight. Your video package was entertaining because you got to see just how shocked you looked to see the band, even if they did have to bleep out a few words. You smiled at Ben before taking your places. Then you started.

 Dancing with Queen playing felt like a dream come true. And the fact that it was with Ben made it all the dreamier. You dance to your favorite band, with your favorite person in your arms. When you took the break for Brian to play, you couldn’t hold back the yell of support for his talent as you pumped your fist in the air. Ben laughed at you, but quickly recovered to dance again. When you finished, the audience went crazy for the band. Claps and screams and whistles drowned out the ballroom. You and Ben were just as enthusiastic as Brian, Roger, and Adam took a few bows. 

When it all died down, you and Ben waited for the judges remarks. Len went first since he was your coach for this one. 

“Well done to Queen and Adam, I must say,” he began with a nod to the band. “And you two. Well, it was just fantastic. I mean, you just blew me away. The foot work, your frame, the content of the dance, it was all perfect. Ben, no matter what happens, you’ve won this competition.”

The audience all cheered, and you heard Joe’s voice above the others scream that he loved Ben. Ben laughed and blew him a kiss. 

“Ben!” Bruno cried. “The first time you did this dance, we knew you were a serious competitor. Now, you are looking like a champion! Like Len said, your technique was incredible and you really looked like you were having the time of your life out there. Well done, my boy, well done.”

“I’m always having the time of my life with Y/N,” Ben replied, squeezing your shoulder.

You giggled and kissed his cheek while the audience fawned over you. 

“You guys are so sweet,” said Carrie Ann during her turn. “Ben, you have proven, week after week, just how much you belong in this competition. And you just proved it again. Perfect, perfect dance, Ben. And if you’re not in the finals then I’m gonna - I dunno - riot in the streets.”

You all laughed. Tom instructed you to head to the skybox to get your scores. Erin greeted you warmly. 

“You guys!” she cried. “That was amazing! What was it like to dance with Queen playing for you?”

“Oh, it’s - I feel like I don’t even have words,” Ben said. “Do you?”

You shrugged. “No, not really! It was so amazing!”

“So, Y/N, I wanna ask you,” she said. “You’ve been to this point in the competition before. What do you feel like is different between now and then?”

You considered that. “Well, that’s tough to say. Dancing with Ben is different because we have a connection that is hard to describe. Not that James and I weren’t connected - we were - but Ben is just easy. We dance together and it feels natural and fun and perfect. He’s...everything I could ever hope for in a partner and friend.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close to you. He grabbed your head and kissed the top of it. 

“You’re perfect, baby,” he murmured, his mouth avoiding the mic. “I love you.”

“That is so sweet,” Erin said, responding to your words as you broke away from Ben. “This partnership has been such a joy to watch. You guys ready for your scores?”

You both nodded and looked anxiously at the judges.

“Ten!” Carrie Ann cried, holding up the paddle. 

“From Len,” Len said. “A ten!”

“Ten!” Bruno added with a punch to the air. 

“Another perfect score!” Erin said excitedly. “Ben, what does all of this mean to you?”

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. “I can’t - I can hardly believe this. I owe it all to Y/N for being patient with me and supporting me and just being the greatest teacher.” 

He cradled your face in his hands and pressed his forehead to yours as you both grinned. 

“I can’t say it enough, you two are adorable,” Erin said. “Back to you, Tom!”

Tom took the show to commercial. The rest of the show went great and the other couples were amazing, but you and Ben were still at the top of the leaderboard. 

At the end of the show, nerves turned your stomach. This was it. If you and Ben survived elimination, you would be finalists. You stood on the stage, holding Ben tightly to you again. You knew that the show was almost over anyway, but even just one more week with Ben was important to you. Every second felt vital. 

“The first couple to dance in the finale is…” Tom began, and he announced Emma and her partner. 

Ben squeezed you again. 

“The second couple going to the finale is…” Erin said. She announced Alan and his partner. 

You rubbed Ben’s back and gripped his jacket. It was down to you and Ben and Witney and her partner. They had been trailing you all competition. And they had loads of support on social media. You were actually worried.

“And the final couple heading to the finale, to dance for the coveted mirror ball trophy is…” said Tom. 

You buried your face in Ben’s chest. Could this be it? Could you really have made it this far only to lose now? You weren’t ready to say goodbye. Your heart couldn’t take it.

“Ben and Y/N!”

You were so relieved, you could only grip Ben tighter. He released a sigh and lifted you off your feet. You were thankful he did because you feared you might collapse. Tears escaped your eyes and trailed down your cheeks, but Ben gently wiped them away as you both laughed. The roar of the audience sounded quiet compared to the thundering of your heart. You had one more week at least.

As Tom closed the show you and Ben went over to say goodbye to Witney and her partner. They said a kind congratulations to you and Ben.

Then Joe, Rami, and Gwilym were upon you, hugging you and Ben and also shouting their congratulations. You were excited to go to the finale, and the idea of winning the mirror ball was thrilling. But there was still a bittersweetness there. You had one more week together, yes. But that was all you had.

[lucy-sky]

No rush...whats your thoughts on Billy Bickle #20 or #36 And i know John Moon wasnt on there but i bet #50 could suit him real well

Finally! Sorry it took so long. 

Billy B + prompts 20. “Just admit I’m right.” &  36. “Did I say that out loud?”

1315 words; no warnings, fluffy AF. I didn’t make a new gif because I’m a lazy ass actually I really think this one fits well :)

Your breath caught in your throat as he seized your waist, drastically pulling you closer to him. His face was now only millimeters away from yours and you could feel his hot breath on your skin. He leaned in, your noses slightly touching, and you closed your eyes, parting your lips in anticipation, your heart hammering in your chest like crazy… At this your alarm clock started ringing.

- Fuck… - you whispered, pressing the snooze button and collapsing back on the pillow. The dream was so real you hated your decision to fix your sleeping schedule and learn to wake up at the same time every day, including weekends. Now you would probably never know how it felt like - kissing Billy Bickle.

Billy was your neighbor for a couple of months already. He was a bit weird and eccentric, but incredibly funny and charismatic. Pretty sure you began to realize you were having a sort of a crush on him.

Being naturally a rather shy girl, you tried your very best to hide your feelings. You were never good a flirting or making first steps, and seeing Billy once with a woman who looked totally like a top model didn’t make you feel any more confident. You became convinced he would never ever be interested in a girl like you.

Basically your crush didn’t hurt you much - you kinda got used to it. It wasn’t the first time you were silently in love with someone, so you learnt to live with it. You even managed to develop quite a friendly relationship with him. But sometimes your subconscious mind played tricks on you, such as this stunningly vivid dream where he almost kissed you. Oh well…

Sighing, you got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. After washing your face and brushing your teeth you went to the kitchen and put on a kettle. The dream didn’t go out of your mind, so while waiting for your tea you opened the Moleskine and started to write. It was another secret of yours - sometimes you wrote poetry. You’ve never shown your poems to anyone. Not that you were ashamed or something, just didn’t see the point. Actually you had no idea why you wrote them. They just appeared in your head - a process you couldn’t quite explain. Suddenly you heard someone knocking at your door.

- Billy? - You asked, surprised, as you opened the door and saw your neighbor in front of you. Seeing him in the flesh right after that dream felt a bit surreal and awkward.

- Yeah, uh… Hi, y/n! Sorry for such an early visit, - he smiled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. - The thing is, I’ve been out of town for a while, returned yesterday night and dozed off immediately. And now I wake up, and guess what I find out? I run out of coffee!

- Wow… That’s really tragic…

- Exactly! So I thought I could borrow some coffee from you… If you have any…

- Yeah, I think I do… I’ll go to the kitchen and check… - You paused for a second. It wasn’t very polite to make him wait at your door. - Wanna um… Come in?

- Sure! Thanks! - Billy grinned.

He followed you to the kitchen, his curious green eyes observing your place along the way.

- I actually don’t drink coffee very often, - you told without looking at him, while checking the cupboards one by one. - But I’m sure I had some…

- Hey, what’s that? Are you a poet? Wait a minute… Is that my name?

- What?

Your heart dropped as you realized you’ve left the Moleskine opened on the kitchen table. You turned to him abruptly and snatched the notebook from his hands as fast as you could, hiding it behind your back.

- N-no, I’m not!.. There’s nothing, really. Just a few lines, - you giggled nervously.

- But… - Billy narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to you. - I’m pretty sure I saw my name there. “Billy B” - is that me, right? Wow… Do you have a crush on me, y/n? - He chuckled. - I had no idea…

- Crush? No, I… I don’t have a crush at all!.. - You tried to protest.

- Why are you blushing so hard than? - He gave you an amused look. - Come on, y/n. Just admit I’m right.

- Billy, it’s really not what you think it is…

He raised his eyebrows, looking at you questioningly.

- I was just thinking how it would feel if the kiss happened, - you blurted out.

- Huh?.. - Billy’s face turned even more amused.

- Oh gosh, did I say it out loud? - You groaned, hiding your face in your palms for a couple of seconds before facing him again.

- Okay, look. It’s just… I just had a dream where you and me were about to kiss, but it didn’t happen, because I woke up, - you explained. - So I was wondering how it would feel if it happened, you know? It has nothing to do with the real you, I swear. Just that Billy, from my dream…

Damn, you sounded so stupid!.. It was probably the most awkward moment in your entire life so far. And these mischievous eyes of his didn’t make the situation any better.

- Well, shame… - he replied suddenly.

- Wh… Why? - You frowned. - What do you mean?..

- I mean it’s a shame it has nothing to do with the real me. Because to tell the truth I’d love to show you how it feels like.

You felt your face burning. Was it really happening? Did he really say this? You opened your mouth to say something in reply, but didn’t have a chance to do it, because the next moment he leaned in and his lips captured yours without any warning. Caught unawares, you gasped as his warm tongue shamelessly slipped between your parted lips. The Moleskine fell on the floor. Humming against your mouth, Billy cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin. Without thinking, you placed your hand on the back of his head, gripping onto his hair, pulling him closer, making him kiss you deeper. Where did all your shyness go? Your tongues moved towards each other, sending shivers down your spine and butterflies in your stomach.

As he finally broke the kiss, you were absolutely breathless and slightly dizzy.

- Hey, what’s wrong?.. - Billy whispered, his voice slightly hoarse, as you lowered your eyes avoiding looking at him.

- Nothing, I just… I’ve never dared to think I could possibly be your type, - you mumbled.

-What? My type? I honestly have no idea what my type is! Never thought of such things. - He laughed, but then his face turned suddenly serious, as he reached your chin, causing you look him in the eye.

- All I know is that you’re beautiful and I wanted to do this for quite a long while actually.

- You did?..

- Yep. Just wasn’t sure if you won’t punch me in the face for that, - he chuckled.

- I think I won’t, - you smiled as he caressed your cheek.

- So, now you can finish your poem, huh? - Billy smirked, wrapping his arms around you. - Did I meet your expectations?

- I’d say you surpassed them…

- Oh, you’re blushing again! That’s so cute!

- Billy, stop!

- Never, - he hushed, kissing your cheeks.

- I think I’m still sleeping, - you murmured, snuggling closer to his chest. - It’s too much for one morning.

- Want me to pinch you? - He smiled contently against your lips, pulling you into another kiss.

And what about coffee? Coffee could definitely wait.

***

Sorry if it was too cheesy. This reader is basically a reflection of my teenage self - I never confessed my feelings to any of my crushes and just silently wrote silly poetry xD Why would a grown woman act like a teenager? Don’t ask xDD