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radiatinggarlic · 2 years ago

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2022 year in review-garden

This year's gardening efforts were mostly rubbish but there were a handful of highlights that keep me moivated on figuring out this thing called gardening. A late frost/cold snap zapped the Mexican Plum blossoms, killing any chance of fall jelly expermentation. Also, no early food source for the local pollinators(primarily bees and moths in years past)

After 4 years(or is it 3?) the Carolina Jessamine gave us its first and only blooms. We're gonna get there baby! Next March, we'll get 5!

And looping back to the Plum tree situation, there was a delay of the spring wildflowers this year and the bees were h0ngry, so I fed a smol swarm for roughly a week until the wildflowers finally showed up. No small feat, as I am v scared of stinging insects, but I am a sucker for a charity case so I couldn't just let them continue to struggle with the hummingbird feeders.

Gave up the good fight on forcing back the Heavenly Bamboo, in order to make a bird, bee, and butterfly garden in the middle of the backyard. Transplanted the Sweet Williams and Butterfly Bush to the house beds until the H.B. can be properly erradicated. Got some random annuals to fill in the vast empty bed spaces, honorable mentions for the Snapdragon and Dusty Miller who both just THRIVED. C got 2 zucchini plants for me and a jalapeño for himself, also placed in the house beds. I planted basil as well as having a go at a potted tomato. There was a whim purchase of 3 $10 rosebushes, two in the front bed (to replace the two that had died) and one by the back patio. Things were looking promising at the end of March/beginning of April.

Mid-April brought the Antelope-horn Milkweed back along with some new friends. There were eight total Monarch caterpillars who Eric Carle-ed their way through our humble milkweed before pupating all over the place.

Under a zucchini leaf was my personal fave pupation spot.

And then they emerged and did their butterfly thing. Backyard magic!

The Star Jasmine also gave us its first flowers after 3 or 4 years(planted the same day as the Carolina Jessamine).

Come June 1st, I harvested the first zucchini and I was ready for it. I love growing zukes. They are so damn hardy and it's a plant I've never had issues growing. I regularly have to shred and freeze my harvests because I can't keep up consuming them. I really love zucchini.

And then... the heat came. 100 degrees. Daily. For months. And yes, it's Texas. There is an expectation of hot, hot temps and little to no rainfall and watering with a hose here does nothing because the water is dreck. And so, the zucchini plants withered and died. The butterfly bush became crunchy, which I am still seeking to understand. C bought me another butterfly bush to cheer me up, and it also crunchified. I am hoping that they may return come the spring, though. Most of the annuals shriveled, withered, and passed. The rose bush by the patio kicked it. The Plum tree's leaves burned. C's jalapeño just kind of hung out, no flowers, no fruit, grew to 2.5 feet.

Looking back, I'm going to say the single most frustrating plant this year was the tomato. C kept undermining the way I was caring for it, watering and fertilizing after I had already done so. Moving it so that it could get "more sun". It didn't need more sun... anyway, this fucking tomato grew taller than me (5'6") and made a handful of flowers and didn't do much else. At some point, mid-July I think, the receptionist at my veterinarian's office mentioned an old wive's tale of getting a broom and(gently) smacking the top of the tomato plant, in order for it to start producing fruit. When I got home I said, "fuck it, why not?" And I'll be damned if it didn't start fruiting.

and that's it. The tomato harvest for 2022. As it turns out, tomatoes won't fruit if it's too hot, so a whole lot of unecessary labor and couple bickering for naught.

The basil put everything to shame by just g r o w i n g. I truly thought I was going to be struggling with this dude but it just kept chugging along, busting out branch after branch of delicious leaves. And I was checking on it everyday at sunrise to make sure there are no flowers because I have a habit of letting things bolt, and also, you know, everything else was deadsies. Frankly, if we hadn't received an early cold snap last month I think basil would still be rolling merrily along. I'm really hoping that it survives the winter and comes back.

Finally, the established fruit and nut trees and bushes suffered hard through the drought and heat. The dewberries burned and shriveled. The peaches looked okay at first but then stalled midway through growing. Come harvest time they were still small and green. Eventually, in August, they dropped and the local opposums and maybe the armadillos ate all but the pits. The figs seemed fine until it came time for the fruit to do their final plump out and instead shrank back and dropped to the ground. Another disappointment, as I wanted to experiment with making fig crumbles. The drought caused the pecan trees to opt out of producing any nuts this year. C impulse bought 3 trees for the "orchard"("they were on sale!"), so we added a banana tree that you can't even tell was planted, a loquat with shriveled crunchy leaves because they hate heat over 80, and another fig that looked lovely but once transplanted went into shock and dropped it's leaves.

Other work done: Chopped down Heavenly Bamboo in front bed. Fought to pull out as much of the root ball as possible (not much) and put down cardboard and landscape fabric in a bid to stop it from coming back. I'm mostly winning? I've had to go back in and remove some persistent spots and am due to do that again, actually. I also put down cardboard and a thick layer of leaf litter in the crape myrtle bed. Once I buy and put out some soil I will plop some landscape fabric on top, let that bitch percolate, and then (hopefully) next fall cram it full of bulbs and ferns. It's a nice bed but I much rather spend time in my backyard, than the front, so a set it and forget it bed would be preferable. I'm also going to try and bring back

#2022garden #year in review 2022 #Everything died #gardening #gardening 2022 #bees #monarch #monarch butterfly #milkweed #carolina jessamine #Star jasmine #Wtf tomato #Unbeatable basil #Heatwave drought and a dead dead garden #IonlygotonezucchinithisyearandIamsodisappointed #Adecentyearforbugstho #long post is long

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meowzfordayz · 3 years ago

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nicknames

Author’s Note: mentioned in talk to me that nicknames hcs may be written… and here they are !! Was my original intent to just list nicknames w/ brief synopsis? Mhm. Was there overcompensation starting around Kyojuro bc the prior hcs seemed long, but what w/ the overcompensation the final hcs ended up being the longest? Mhmmm.

nicknames

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~3,200

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

~faqs~

For you

Definitely calls you [y/n]-chan

—Which, btw, can be an affectionate honorific between lovers (regardless of gender!)

Well

More like, [y/n]-chaaaaan 😇

Totally smug bc only he’s allowed to address you w/ that honorific

If he ever calls you just [y/n], then he’s either

Stressed

Horny

Will shakily call you baby if you rile him up enough

For him

Zeni, Zenitsu-chan, ⚡️Zap Zap alternatively, Zapped⚡️

Zeni’s your go-to when you’re sleepy, lazy, feeling cute

Zenitsu-chan for when you’re trying to embarrass him

—As much as he loves addressing you as -chan, flip it on him and he gets suuuper flustered

—Especially since you seem to do it solely in public ??

—Not once have you called him Zenitsu-chan behind closed doors

—And no, I will not elaborate on ⚡️Zap Zap alternatively, Zapped⚡️

For you

Occasionally calls you [y/n]-sama

Bc you’ll slap him and he likes it

“I am not a kami, and I am not your superior either.”

But usually sticks to random things in nature

My little leaf

My big bug

My pretty pebble

My wiggle worm

—Fun fact !! I’m fine w/ spiders, but worms ?? Anything w/ more than 8 legs ?? 😳 #gtfo

For him

Hashibira Inosuke

He hates the formality

“Oii! Don’t act like you don’t know me!”

Don’t act like we don’t fall asleep spooning 😓

Whenever he does something amusingly stupid — boar headed dumbass ~w/ fondness

But if he pisses you off? Hashibira ~only you can bring him to his knees

Interpret that as you will 😉

‘Nosuke when you miss him

‘Nosuke’s his favorite — makes him as happy as it does sad

Happy bc it’s a reminder of what he means to you

Sad bc, well, it’s a reminder of what he means to you

And of how difficult it is to be apart

Himejima Gyomei

For you

[y/n]

Might not seem like much

But he’s, yanno, traditional

So for him to call you by ~just your first name

Demonstrates a comfortability, a familiarity, that nobody else has w/ him

Would call you anything tho if you just thought to ask

For him

Honey

Also, big softie hahaha let’s be real tho, he’s totally a big hardie

Similarly tho, you tend to call him ~just Gyomei

He’s so used to being call Himejima-sama or Himejima-san

That simply calling him Gyomei flusters him

“Gyomei…” you murmur, forehead resting against his

“[y/n],” he whispers

You could go back and forth repeating each other’s names for hrs

It’s gross sickeningly sweet

For you

Princess

He likes its ✨versatility✨

“Princess,” he murmurs—sultry, seductive, teasing—drunk on how you squirm needily beneath him

“Princess,” he rasps, heart cracking as he takes in your huddled form, “Princess, what’s wrong?”

“Princess,” he grumbles, batting at your pesky hands as you attempt to tickle him, “I’m not ticklish, stop- S-stop- Ahhh.” (he’s ticklish)

“Princess,” he smirks as you cling to his haori, “I’ll be back soon. I promise,” he pecks your nose, “Demons ain’t got nothing on my love for you,” he swallows, throat tightening, tilting your chin up to kiss you deeply, reassuringly, “Nothing.”

For him

So I could say prince and call it a day

But that’s a tad too cringe for me 😬

Instead, let’s say

Oba

Obi

Oba-obi

Ban

Ban-ban

Bani

Nai

Nai-nai

Basically every iteration/shortening of his name

Except for his actual name

Sometimes he loses track of them

And doesn’t realize he’s Ana

“Is my name really too long for you to remember?” he nudges you playfully

“Nooo,” you roll your eyes, “But you’re so cuuute! My Oba-oba!”

He rolls his eyes back

Lowkey squealing inside

He’s 100% your Oba-oba

And very cute

The cutest

For you

Darling and sweetheart

Quoted from talk to me: “He’s just so… tender? Gentle? His soul is fricking kindness incarnate like literally 😭”

His guilty pleasure he doesn’t feel guilty about it at all is knowing he can influence your scent depending on what he calls you

Darling, and you smell faintly of vanilla and giddiness — of affection and closeness

Sweetheart, and he smells traces of spearmint and confidence — of yes I’m sweet and yes I’m your heart

He’s tried other nicknames

Love — roses, soaking under a waterfall

Dearest — citrus, a bit of embarrassment

Precious — lavender, the quiet of sunrise

But he can’t get enough of your hazy vanilla

Can’t get enough of your stutter inducing spearmint

You’re the only addiction he indulges in

The only addiction he trusts

For him

Tan

—Personal favorite of mine teehee

—Something about it just oozes intimacy imo

—I’m struggling to come up w/ anything else

—Bc in my brain, he’s… Idk ?! He’s Tan ?!?!?!

Tan as you run drowsy fingers through his mussed hair, his head safely in your lap

Tan as you peer at him over the rim of your mug of tea *sip sip*

Tan as his abs glisten above you, droplets of sweat caressing your skin, pupils dilated, warm warm warm TanTanTan p-please “I’ve got you darling.” p-please “Know just how to take care of you darling.” p-please “Love you darling.” TAN

I’m not thirsty you’re thirsty jEeZ 😵‍💫

For you

Anything sweet + “my”

My honey

My sugar

My sakura mochi (c’mon, you had to know this one was coming 💝)

Also anything remotely related to sweet + “my”

My bumble bee

My tree sap

My strawberry (she’s called you every fruit she knows)

Is it overwhelming?

Absolutely

Do you care?

Absolutely not

You’re perfectly content to be her sweet anything, anytime, anywhere, anyhow

—Altho can be lowkey confusing when she’s eating something sweet

—Bc like, she coos at her food? So is she cooing at her sakura mochi, sakura mochi, or you her sakura mochi ??

For her

So you reeeally want to call her something ❄️special❄️

Something that gets her blushing, melting, flustered, puddle

But like

Everything does that?

You could call her limp noodle and she’d squeal

“Ohmygosh my yuzu I’m your limp noodle? That’s so adorrrable! You could just slurp me up, couldn’t you?!”

And uhh

Yeah, you could just slurp her up 😋

But now you’re blushing, melting, flustered, puddle

Eventually you resign yourself to just calling her random things

It’s pretty entertaining, yanno, the spin she’ll put on whatever you come up w/

Tatami mat

“Staaahp you’re too muuuch my wagashi. I’d totally let you step on me !!” 🤭

For you

Gorgeous

Beautiful

Stunner

Eventually had to clarify that she wasn’t just constantly objectifying you 😅

But that her nicknames for you reflected her perception of your personality too

Will cup your face and call you Magnificent

Just to watch how rapidly you blink

“You flatter me,” you mumble sheepishly

She grins cheerfully, “Of course I do. Pretty.”

For her

Papilio paris (Paris peacock) 🦋

Vanessa indica (Indian red admiral) 🦋

Parantica aglea (glassy tiger) 🦋

Hypolimnas bolina (Great Eggfly) 🦋

Pieris canidia (Indian cabbage white) 🦋

Argynnis paphia (Silver-washed fritillary) 🦋

Papilio macilentus (long tail spangle) 🦋

Did you become a butterfly nerd just for her? 🤓

*insert vigorous nodding here*

—Did I Google “butterflies in Japan” for the purpose of these hcs? *insert more vigorous nodding here*

Tbf, you usually just call her my butterfly

But when you’re feeling extra cute-needy-lonely (really extra anything), then the scientific names come out

And as a fellow nerd, Shinobu’s like

😍😍😍

For you

Don’t come at me but- 😶

I’m tired of Kyojuro calling Reader “my little flame’ or “my fireball” or really anything related to goddamn fire

Do I think it’s in character for him to do so? Yes

Do I think it’s cute? Yes

Everything this man does has me like: 🥰

But am I tired of it? Yes

I feel like he wouldn’t have a particular nickname for you ??

Just… whatever seems right in the moment is what pops out?

So he could call you my little flame

As well as

“Hello my everything, I missed you,” returning from a mission

“Good morning selfish person that I adore,” waking up to you hogging ⅘ of the bed

“You’re doing great bean sprout!” cheering you on as you spar against someone

His nicknames express his vulnerability, his pride, his exact, specific feelings in each exact, specific moment

You’re his sun, moon, and stars

His favorite tune to hum

His favorite weather to walk in

Everything you do has him like: 🥰

For him

Donut boi 💀

Okaaay Ik, Ik, Ik

I just ranted about being tired of Kyojuro calling Reader anything related to goddamn fire

BUT PLS BEAR W/ ME 😭

He’s your sunshine

HOW COULD HE BE ANYTHING ELSE ?!?!?!

☀️☀️☀️

It’s cheesy enough to redden the tips of his ears

But not so cheesy that he can’t handle being called it in public

Which is fortunate, bc the ratio of you calling him Kyojuro and you calling him sunshine is 50:50

—WAAAIT

—I nearly forgot your other nickname for him !!!!!

Kyo

Sunshine’s fine around friends

While Kyo’s acceptable for less… casual, audiences

Obvi still implies your intimate connection, but it’s much better to accidentally call him Kyo vs sunshine in front of Shinjuro 🥴

Plus, Kyo has the additional perk of being easier to stretch

i.e. Kyyyyyo

—You only call him suuunshiiiiine when you’re trying to get on his nerves 😆

P.S. You can’t (get on his nerves) 😌

P.P.S. His love for you >>> than all your attempts to annoy him ever

For you

Jerk = you’re cute

Idiot = you’re adorable

Dumbass = you’re precious

Dumbfuck = let’s fuck you’re beautful

Bitch = you’re my favorite

Cunt = I’d die for you

Babe = babe, my babe

It took a while to decipher his, err, terms of endearment

Now you just smile knowingly

“Idiot, stop drooling,” as you gape at his deliciously sweaty muscles 🤤

“Babe, I said Pass me the rice,” as you eat dinner together

“Dumbass, didn’t you hear me before you left? I said Don’t come back injured,” as you lean heavily against his chest — he’ll tend to your wounds as soon as he’s convinced himself that you’re really, truly in his arms, alive, home

And even if you haven’t deciphered all of his… nicknames, syntax

The softness in his touch, the tentativeness in his gaze

Actions speak louder than words when it comes to Sanemi

That much you’ve fully deciphered

—So sue me I didn’t feel like playing into Kyojuro’s nicknaming tropes, but I’m totally onboard w/ Sanemi’s 😂

For him

Nemi

—Idk what it is w/ me and shortened names, but Kyo, Nemi, Tan, and Zeni are highkey my overall favorites

—Ik practically everyone’s name could be shortened (i.e. Gyo; Suri; Shino; Chiro; Ten), but those just feel… off ??

—Anywho

Surprisingly, he doesn’t scowl or tell you to piss off when you call him Nemi

He just goes quiet, eyes widening slightly

You don’t notice his curling fingers (he’s hiding them in the sleeves of his haori)

Or the way he bites the tip of his tongue (still inside his mouth)

They… they’re calling me… I have a nickname ?!

—Cries 🥺

—#Sanemi must be protected at all costs

“Do you… mind?” you’re hesitant

Normally, he’s Sanemi-san

But you always feel so affectionate, so giddy w/ him

And Sanemi-san just doesn’t express that like Nemi does

You want him to know how you feel

To feel secure in your commitment to him

To feel secure in your belief in him

To feel secure in your love for him

He doesn’t trust himself to respond w/o his voice cracking

Settles for an almost imperceptible shake of his head

Jaw tensing from the bubbles in his stomach

He doesn’t mind

If it’s you, then it’s perfect

For you

—Y’all I’m running out of steam 😮‍💨

—Whenever I write hcs/preferences, I list everyone alphabetically (by last name)

—And typically write in that same order too

—I also do my best to write a similar amount—no favoritism 😤

—Perhaps a tad, but never intentionally

—Going by inspo rather than down the list doesn’t help either, bc then I get extra stuck on whoever I write toward the end

Lovely

Especially when first getting to know each other

He rarely remembered your name

Would smile apologetically, blushing faintly, “I know we’ve met before, but… I can’t quite remember who you are.”

You never took offense

Would nod patiently

“I’m [y/n].”

“Lovely,” he’d murmur, mostly to himself

Eventually, his greeting evolved to, “I know we’ve met before… lovely?”

And you’d giggle pleasantly, “[y/n]. I’m [y/n].”

“What a lovely name!”

“You always say that.”

“Unless your name changes, I’ll always think it’s lovely.”

He hadn’t meant to be flirtatious

But the sudden narrowing of your eyes, the shy dent between your eyebrows — How lovely!

Muichiro def made a mental note Call [y/n] lovely more often

Aaand then promptly forgot said mental note

Regardless, he still calls you lovely bc your name doesn’t change

And gradually-naturally-inevitably

He finds himself graced with your company

More and more often

Until he’s able to greet you

“Hello [y/n],” waving nervously, excitedly, “Lovely as always.”

For him

Silly

You try not to poke fun at his airheadedness too much

He may be difficult to offend

Too airheaded lol

But you’re cognizant and respectful nonetheless

Altho, you can’t help muttering an affectionate silly from time to time

“[y/n]... do you know where my other zori is?”

“Silly,” you chuckle fondly, “You didn’t leave them next to each other?”

…

“Oh. It’s right here.”

What you don’t know is, from time to time, he plays it up

Tilts his head, glancing at you w/ a curious expression

“Did you forget my name again, silly?” you wink

Nope

He hasn’t forgotten your name in a while, actually

But he feels… soothed, adored, cute ??

Whenever you call him silly

Bc, silliness and all, you’ve stuck around this long

And every time you call him silly, he’s reassured that—silliness and all—you’ll continue sticking around

For you

No nicknames for you

But dw!

He occasionally waxes poetry about you instead 🤗

Like, y’all could be eating udon for breakfast, groggy af

And he’s just

“[y/n], you’re my first conscious breath of every morning, a reminder of how delicate, how fragile, how terrifyingly vulnerable, it is to be alive. And yet, that first conscious breath is always vital, always necessary — as beautiful and soothing as it is daunting.”

You stare at him bug eyed

Since when does he say that much in one sentence ??

But then he doesn’t utter anything else — just finishes eating, leans in to kiss your cheek, and goes on his way for the day

That’s more like it

You figure you’ll get used to it

Like, there’ll be some tick, some warning sign, that he’s about to go off

But there never is

His monologues are distant enough from each other that you lowkey forget he even does the thing

And then BAM

You’re sitting behind him one evening, rubbing his shoulders as he kneads at your thighs, and he murmurs

“I’m constantly scared to lose you. To lose the calm of every sunrise, the promise of every noon, the finality of every sunset. You’re my marker of time, my reason, the thread holding together the days. Without you… if someday… you… you didn’t, didn’t make it back, I fear, I know, the days would disintegrate into each other — just as a demon fades to nothing, so too would my grasp on reality without you.”

Sheesh

Like, Can you repeat that please?

But he simply smiles to himself, pats your knees before standing up, offers you a quiet hand

Nothing else said as he guides you to bed

Just a warm, familiar kiss before he drifts to sleep, chin tucked into your hair

For him

Flowers

Something about how you know he dislikes it

Yet can’t bring himself to ask you to stop

So like… does he really dislike it ??

Besides, you’re very thoughtful about which kinds of flowers you call him

Sakura when you can tell he’s hurting: to remind him that to persevere does not always mean to be strong 🌸

Akaibara when you can tell he’s in need of extra loving: to remind him that I’m here and I’m not going anywhere 🌹

Magunoria when he leaves you grasping for words, mesmerized by his very being: to remind him that he’s as beautiful—in mind, body, heart, and soul—as ever

You figure it’s something arbitrary like Flowers are for women

But nuh uh

You’re going to call him by every incredible flower you know

Bc flowers are for everyone

Bc flowers are especially for Giyuu

At least, to you, they are

For you

—IT’S 4AM BUT I’VE MADE IT TO TENGEN 🥳🥳🥳

—Also highkey got sidetracked writing sick day

—Alsoalso I need to stop getting inspired by songs (I mean… not actually, but-)

—Bc I currently have 8 wips, of which only 3 are requests

—I think for every 1 request, I get distracted writing 1-3 other fanfics 🥲

“my” + Pet Names

My kitten

My bunny 🐇

My goldfish

Suggestive? Affectionate?

Either or and both

Prob doesn’t answer the question, but Tengen himself should answer it for ya

That also didn’t make sense

—Aight

—I need sleep

—But Imma keep this tidbit in bc it’s #comicrelief

—Not that this fanfic’s stressful/needs #comicrelief heh

—Tengen still calls you “my” + Pet Names btw

—I wrote that earlier at a reasonable hr

—I’m baaack ~8 hrs later !!

What w/ his flashiness, Tengen calls you embarrassing adorable nicknames

Cuddled in his lap? “Aww, are you cozy my kitten?” 😻

Distracted while he’s talking to you? “Hey, my goldfish, are you even listening to me?”

—Ik, Ik the goldfish-attention-span thing is urban myth, but anYWAY

Stomach grumbling as you hurriedly cook dinner? “Hungry, my bunny? Everything’s smelling delicious — let me help you?”

Calls you pet names in bed *wink wink* *nudge nudge*

Has one particular nickname that he weaponizes bc you react so splendidly to it

In public, tho, he sticks to [y/n]

Unless you misbehave

*insert weaponized nickname here*

For him

I feel like this man devours compliments nicknames

Call him handsome

King 👑,

Sexy

Master

Daddy

Just lil ego boosts to sweeten spice his day

He’s not detrimentally insecure

Like, he has his nonchalant moments of self doubt—I’m nothing special!

But you also catch him flexing at himself ??

If anything, you recognize he might benefit from compliments nicknames addressing his emotionality and mentality

Ofc, you still call him handsome, sexy, and etc

But you make a point to throw in “my” + intelligent man, sensitive lover, and brave soul

“I’m proud of you, my intelligent man.”

“I’m grateful for you, my sensitive lover.”

“Are you okay, my brave soul?”

You appreciate him

A lot ☺

So if you inflate his ego a lil too much some days?

Oh well

He deserves it

King 👑,

#hashira x reader #kamaboko #headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 2 years ago

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Tom Hardy Masterlist

Richard Armitage ML

TH Characters as...

- TH Characters as Writers

- TH Characters as Your Partner Visiting a Lingerie Store with You

- TH Characters & WoW

- TH Characters & Crochet

Random Thoughts

- Stormy Night with Alfie Solomons & Bob Saginowski

Headcanons:

- Traveling with Alfie

- Baking Hot Cross Buns with Alfie

- Bakery Love Story Headcanons

Just Papa Solomons Things:

- Watching you read

- Modern Boyfriend/Daddy Edition

- Movie night together

- Rainy days

- Summertime

- Visiting Scotland

One-Shots:

- Cards & Conversations

- Sweet Grains

- Breakfast in Margate

- Siúil a Rún

Series:

Winterfall (Tattoo Artist!Alfie x Reader, Modern AU)

Can you get this boulder off me? / No god in me, I fall on my knees / The world will see the war in me / It’s all I feel, give me your lovin’

Winterfall by DPR IAN

1. Ink & Rum Raisins

2. Mokum Part 1

3. Mokum Part 2

Headcanons:

- Stalker!Eames

One-Shots:

- The Things Between the Lines

One-Shots:

- Flowers on Sunday Morning

One-Shots:

- Over Tea & Silent Letters

Headcanons:

- Forrest crushes hard on you during a quarterly meeting

- Drinking moonshine w/ Forrest and becoming tipsy

- Werewolf Bookshop Owner!Forrest

One-Shots:

- Books, Love & Oatmeal

- Fun & Games

Headcanons:

- The Hound of the Moors (Werewolf!Heathcliff Things)

One-Shots:

- Conversations over Coffee

Headcanons:

- Just Some Werewolf!Leo Demidov Things (& A Wee Imagine)

- Werewolf bakery owner!Leo Demidov

- Crafter!Leo

One-Shots:

- The Boxer Outside the Ring

#Tom Hardy #Facepuller #Alfie Solomons #Tom Hardy Imagine #Alfie Solomons imagine #Tom Hardy fanfiction #Peaky Blinders imagine #Leo Demidov #Forrest Bondurant #Tom Hardy fanfic #Bob Saginowski #Eames #Tommy Conlon #masterlist

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jaimeaster · 3 years ago

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Abc smut headcanons. Merparkozstorm edition. Volume three.

A - Acrobatics - How bendy can they get in bed? What is their favourite position? They’re all very bendy. Merida likes to be held up against a wall. Parker likes to do it in front of mirrors. Oz likes to see his partners face. Storm likes to be on his back.

B - Bliss - How big is the “big o” for them? How easy it is to bring them to it? Very big all around.

C - Control - How dominant they are? Who is more dominant? Most: Parker and Storm. Least: Oz. Merida falls somewhere in the middle.

D - Dedication - To what extent are they willing to go to make the night perfect? Parker is always hellbent on making the night special.

E - Experiment - Are they eager to try new things in bed, or do they prefer more traditional love-making? Merida’s always looking for ways to make things different.

F - Film - Have they ever documented their bedroom activities? Parker likes to use his photography skills to capture the festivities. He’s even branched out into videoing their escapades. It took a little while to get the hang of it. But now they’re got an entire library of mementos.

G - Gooey - Anything related to messier aspect of sex, including cum. Merida likes it the most. Oz likes it the least. Parker and Storm are ambivalent.

H - Horny - How easily aroused that person is, and what drives them crazy? Merida’s always rearing to go. Any display of physicality from her boys gets her worked up. The guys are less easy to get going. But the more Merida teases them the more worked up they get.

I - Innuendo - How good is their dirty talk game? Merida’s is the best. Parker and Storm are great at it. Oz would be. If he didn’t go nonverbal when the session starts.

J - Jungle - How well groomed is their carpet, etc.? Merida’s never shaved a day in her life. And her boys have followed her example

K - Kiss - How are they skilled with their mouths? Tongue, or not? And how often do they kiss anything but lips? They’re all skilled. Always. Very often.

L - Libido - How long can they go? Their personal best is four hours minimum without taking a break.

M - Moan - How vocal are they in the bedroom (or elsewhere)? Do they turn to mush, or keep up the talk? They’re all very loud. Oz turns to mush but the other three keep talking and egging each other on.

N - Nature - Have they ever thought about having sex outside, or doing other inappropriate things there? Thanks to their bedroom’s settings changer they can do it anywhere and never leave the flat.

O - Oscar - Do they enjoy role-playing? Yes.

P - Protection/Procreation - How careful are they? Have they had any accidents? How eager are they to start a family? They use magic to prevent accidents.

Q - Quirk - Does their love-making have any unique elements? Magic. Webs. Fire.

R - Random - Any random fact about them. Parker’s been in charge from the very first time. Oz is the most malleable. Merida might not be in control but she’s still bossy. Storm goes the fastest.

S - Strip - What goes underneath their clothes? Boxers for Merida. Tightie whitie’s for the boys.

T - Tempo - What’s their pacing like? Are they casual or more intimate? Frenetic. And very intimate.

U - Urge - How often does the desire to have sex strike them? What happens then? Very often if they didn’t have jobs they’d never leave the bedroom.

V - Virginity - How was that person/these people’s first time? They were all each other’s first time. And thanks to magic. It was painless.

W - Wish - What’s one of their wildest fantasies? Merida: being captured by bandits. Parker: interrogating criminals. Oz: being cared for. Storm: making first contact with alien

X - eXtra - Are they willing to bring extra people into the bedroom? And who that would be? Merida’s considering letting the boys bring in Felicia Hardy while she (Merida) watches

Y - Yoyo - What does their toy collection look like? Expansive. From the usual like the toys Parker makes to the necessary like the fire extinguisher they have in case of emergencies.

Z - Zoinks - Have they ever been caught/compromised? How did they react? Merida’s been caught by herself a lot. Her usual reaction is to invite the catcher to join in. But no. They’ve never been caught as a group.

#copyright me #mine #peter pan #abc smut #alphabet smut #nsft #merida #peter parker #harry osborn #johnny storm #merparkozstorm

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department-shoe-stud · 3 years ago

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Tag about me!

As always, my darling friend @mira-shard is too kind to me :)

1. Why did you choose your url?

I did a random generator that told me my sexuality, and this was what came out. I love it so much, and having the nickname “Stud” is a) really really funny, and b) a massive confidence boost. Plus, I just like nicknames, and Stud is by far NOT the dumbest one I have.

2. Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

Y’all, my bio says “No sideblogs, we die like ADHD hyperfixators who can’t be bothered”!!

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

2014. I’ve been here since 2014. Why? God knows, but here I am.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

2! Back when I was super into Tumblr and had convinced myself that somehow it was my full-time job, at age 16, I had “Club queuing up on a Tuesday” but then I realized “Hey! No!” and I took a break, came back, and now my queue is just “q” and I use it when I’m reblogging something late at night and don’t want people to realize I have a terrible sleep schedule sometimes.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I found Tumblr posts on iFunny, eventually came over here for fandom stuff. And before you ask, I came for Superwholock and Homestuck content. I was 14 and had recently been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, I was allowed a little cringe.

6. Why did you choose your icon?

I just like having a little picrew of me that I update with new haircuts every so often. I think it’s fun.

7. Why did you choose your header?

Because I am the funniest person on the face of the planet and that drawing is my magnum opus.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

A dumb meme about how Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny are now canonically in love. I thought it might get a few hundred, but once it broke a thousand I went “Oh okay.” When it broke five thousand, I went “Huh… Well.” THEN it broke ten thousand and I realized that I may have made a horrible mistake.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

GOD, who knows? Like.... idk, 10? Maybe? I don’t talk to most of them, but honestly, there’s so many Tumblrs that I look at on my dash and go “!!!! Friend!!!” even though we’ve never had a single conversation.

10. How many followers do you have?

82. I get a few new ones every so often, but 8/10 they’re pornbots :/

11. How many people do you follow?

86. I go through every now and again to cull the harvest.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Every post I make is shit. Welcome to the circus, baby.

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

It fluctuates? Sometimes I go a few days without it, some days I’m on it 4 times an hour, each for 15 minutes at a time (hardy-har-har).

14. Did you have a fight/argument with a blog once?

Babes, I don’t TALK to folks. I don’t got BEEF. Plus, I genuinely can not think of a single argument I could make on tunglr dot hellsite that would be worth my time and effort. It’s mostly fandom bs and the few times it IS actually important, I don’t need to, others have already beat me to the punch. Besides, I’m a random fandom blog, if I message someone “Hey, why do you believe xyz, that’s dumb” what am I going to accomplish?? Why would they believe me?? I’m a random fandom blog????

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this post”?

If I see something that has that on it, my Catholic guilt immediately kicks in and if I don’t figure out what to do real quick, I will spiral. Most of the time if it’s a post like that, I ignore it because a lot of the time it can be misinformation, plus I just genuinely don’t like making people feel like they should feel pressured to reblog something. However, if it’s something I think is actually genuinely important to reblog, I’ll reblog from a point BEFORE the “You need to reblog or else you’ll rot in Hell or w/e” comment.

16. Do you like tag games?

I fricking LOVE tag games!!! I like knowing that people looked at a post and went “Hey, I think Stud would like this!” Like, I know I’m not the foremost on everyone’s mind (I wouldn’t want to be anyhow), but just knowing that they go “Hm, I should tag some people... Stud would be nice :)” it just makes my day :D

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes!!! For the reasons above! Plus, ask games typically mean I get to do it back, which is always nice because I like messaging my mutuals.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

Bold of you to assume I know who’s famous. But in all seriousness, I would have to say either @unfortunate-arrow or @carewyncromwell , but an argument could be made for @drinkyoursoupbitch , @cursebreakerfarrier , @cursebreakerelmswood or @mizutoyama , but genuinely? Not a clue. I don’t know people’s fame on Tumblr, I just go based off of how many tag-lists they get on, and then add me to :P

19. Do you have a Tumblr crush on a mutual?

H-how... How would I... I don’t... What does that mean? Like, do I admire some people? Because yes, I admire my mutuals and all the talented creators that I’m lucky enough to have acknowledge my existence. Do I have an actual crush on any of them? No, because I don’t know most of their actual names and a good percentage of them are underage. I repeat, they are MINORS. So that’s a hard no.

20. Tags (no pressure): @drinkyoursoupbitch @quicksilver-ace @unilateraldisaster @imagitory @charliedaltonned @erinislands @mizutoyama @raes-place @unfortunate-arrow @feragon-dingbat @cursebreakerfarrier

#wow #this is the first time i actually get into some real stuff about me #huh #neat #but yeah #this is me!#about me #bookmark

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megalony · 4 years ago

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Heartbeat- Part 6

I know it has taken me a while to get back to this Ben Hardy story but I finally managed to finish this next part which I hope you will all enjoy. There is some fluff and confliction ahead, feedback is always lovely.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogermeddow @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @peterquillzsblog @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh

Series taglist: @ispewglitter

Series masterlist

Summary: Ben and (Y/n) haven’t been together long when they find out their pregnant. But (Y/n) fears she’ll lose the baby after suffering miscarriages before with her ex, Gwilym who is making things complicated.

Enjoy.

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Ben didn't know what woke him up at such an early hour in the morning, but he could sense and feel that something wasn't quite right. He laid on his back, his eyes trying to make out the patterns on the ceiling through the darkness as he felt his mind very slowly beginning to wake up and come around. But when he started to become aware of his surroundings, Ben realised why he must have woken up so suddenly like this.

(Y/n) was mumbling something.

For a few seconds, all Ben could think of was that she was talking to someone quietly on the phone because all the times they had slept together, Ben had never known (Y/n) to sleep talk or mumble or make a sound in her sleep. But when Ben looked over at her, he noticed she wasn't really speaking, it was soft murmurs leaving her lips suggesting she wasn't awake and talking on the phone or to herself.

Reaching over he turned on the bedside lamp to try and get a better look at (Y/n) laid beside him. He'd never known her to talk or mumble in her sleep like this and she never normally had any vivid kind of dreams that she acted out. But right now she was mumbling something he couldn't make out and she was laid on her back which was unusual for her. She had both arms wrapped around her stomach and her knees pulled up like she was in some kind of pain, but Ben couldn't tell if it was pain or the dream making her distressed like this.

When (Y/n)'s features scrunched up like she was in pain, Ben delicately placed his hand on her shoulder, trying carefully to wake her up without causing her any further distress.

"Baby... baby wake up. You're okay, it's okay."

Ben jolted almost as harshly as (Y/n) did when her eyes opened and frantically scanned around until they found his. Her breathing was fast and erratic and for a moment it was like she didn't know where she was.

The frantic look in (Y/n)'s eyes didn't disappear, it seemed to increase when tears started to fall down her features but the moment her hand pressed to her stomach Ben saw it, she looked like she had shocked herself. She started to shake and her breathing got worse to the point he didn't think she was really breathing at all.

Moving his hands, he cupped her face and smoothed his thumbs over her cheeks to try and calm her down.

"Shh, hey just breathe with me, in and out." Ben tried to get (Y/n) to copy his breathing but even though she managed to breathe better, she still looked confused. Whatever she had been dreaming about, she had been stuck in very deep to the point she still wasn't out of the dream yet.

"T-the baby..." (Y/n) didn't know what she was asking or trying to say to Ben but she worried him all the same. He pulled back just enough to be able to look at her baby bump, wondering for a moment if she was in pain or thought something was wrong. He very slowly and cautiously placed his hand over her own that was pressed against her stomach like she was trying to press down and touch the baby or reassure herself that their daughter was really there.

"She's right here, love."

His words didn't calm her down, if anything they made (Y/n)'s tears fall faster as she moved her hands to press down on the bed so she could try and push herself so she was sitting up in bed. Ben moved back so he could sit up properly before helping (Y/n) to sit up, it took a lot out of him to stop himself from crying at how broken and unsettled she seemed, especially when he didn't understand why.

"The blood, t-there's so much blood." (Y/n) wiped the tears from her eyes before she threw the cover off her frame, running her shaking hands over her legs before looking at the bed. The word 'blood' passed through her lips again and Ben could see the way she was tracing the bed sheet like she thought it would be soaked with blood.

"Baby... there's no blood. You're not bleeding, you're fine I promise you." Ben traced his own fingers over the sheets as if to prove his point before his saddened, worried eyes locked with her own as he waited to see what her reaction would be. "Look, she's still here with us, you're both fine it was just a dream."

Ben moved his hand back to her stomach and started tracing small designs over her skin, trying to prove that he wasn't lying. Nothing had happened to either of them during the night, they hadn't lost their girl and (Y/n) was fine, she wasn't bleeding or in any danger or pain, both his girls were okay. (Y/n) just had some kind of bad dream that was affecting her.

(Y/n) took Ben by surprise when she suddenly pushed herself forward until her head was tucked into Ben's neck and her arms were wrapped around his shoulders. When he wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her closer (Y/n) felt like she was both panicking yet calming down at the same time.

"I- I remembered... the bleeding w-wouldn't stop, it was the furthest I'd got..."

Ben turned his head so he could kiss (Y/n)'s temple, holding her just a bit tighter to try and reassure her she was okay.

Now he understood.

She'd dreamt of when she lost her baby at fourteen weeks, that was when she said the bleeding wouldn't stop for days and Gwilym had to take her to hospital. (Y/n) had never gotten this far in a pregnancy, she'd never gotten to seven months before and it was unnerving her because she knew something could happen at any point and she could lose the baby.

"I d-don't want to lose her-"

"We won't. We've gotten this far and nothing's happened, trust me she's gonna be fine. Our perfect girl."

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Raking her fingers through her hair, (Y/n) quickly gathered up the strands and tied a band around her hair to keep it from her features as she made her way over to the door. She hummed a tune as she headed down the hall, wondering who was here. Ben wasn't home so it was unlikely someone was here to see him, they weren't expecting anyone or any deliveries or family or friends over. And (Y/n) couldn't think of anyone who would come to see her considering many of her friends didn't know her new address yet since she had moved in with Ben.

The random melody that (Y/n) was humming abruptly stopped the moment she unlocked the door and looked at who was standing there on the other side of the threshold.

"Gwil." She breathed through the name she didn't want to say anymore due to the memories it provoked.

What was he doing here? Was he here to see Ben, did he know that (Y/n) was living here now and that was the reason he was here? Why would he want to come and talk to (Y/n) considering that the last time they properly spoke it was to argue about how he found out about the baby.

"Hey, can I come in?"

"Ben isn't here."

"That's good, because it's you I'm here to see." He looked rather boyish and if not shy with the way he stuffed his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders, looking up at (Y/n) through his lashes with his chin tilted down. It was as if he was afraid she was going to shut the door in his face or shout and tell him to leave. (Y/n) half felt like slamming the door and leaving him there after what had been said between them over the past few months. But Gwilym didn't look angry or hurt or like he was here to start a fight and (Y/n) didn't want anymore fights or hardship between them.

(Y/n) forced a small smile before she pulled the door open all the way to allow him inside. She knew Gwilym knew his way around, he had been to Ben's place before but she saw the way he looked around the hall as he walked in. He looked around like he expected everything to be different or changed because (Y/n) was here, he seemed to think she would waltz right in and change the decor or add pictures or paint the whole house.

"Why are you here?" (Y/n) tried her best not to sound rude or inconsiderate but she didn't want to beat around the bush when they both sat down on the sofa. She wanted to know what he was here for and what they were going to be talking about because she was unnerved that he was here.

(Y/n) didn't know how to act around Gwilym anymore or what she was meant to say or do. Everything felt tainted and wrong and she felt awful that things between them were rocky and uneven but she couldn't change the past and she wouldn't want to. (Y/n) didn't want to change anything with Gwilym but she also didn't want to change what happened with Ben either. Even though things had gone a bit wrong along the way, this was how their lives were planning out and it wasn't all that bad.

"I wanted to see how you are... and to try and patch things up. I knew you wouldn't answer if I rang and I'm not exactly on speaking terms with Ben either." Gwilym rubbed at the back of his neck in a way he always did when he got nervous about something.

"I'm doing okay, but there is a reason we wouldn't answer your calls... Ben told me what you said at the bar and you were pretty angry when I tried talking to you about it."

There was no beating around the bush on this subject. The reason (Y/n) and Ben didn't answer Gwilym's calls or texts was because the last time they had both spoken to him it had ended in arguments. Ben rarely ever lost his temper but on that occasion in the pub he had almost started a fight with Gwilym and after that (Y/n) tried calling him but they only ended in another fight. It seemed easier to just try and ignore his calls and forget about the arguing than to try and make amends which didn't seem or feel at all possible.

"I know, I know what I said and it was wrong, but I was upset. A baby is the reason we broke up and then I found out you were having a baby with him, you didn't even tell me."

"We broke up because we weren't working anymore, it wasn't just about a baby and me and Ben weren't trying for a baby I never led him on like that."

"It felt like you didn't want me to know-"

"Ben wanted to tell you but truthfully I didn't. We were going to tell you but then you found out but I knew the moment you found out this would happen. You would think I was using Ben to my advantage and dumping you because it wasn't working for us."

(Y/n) wasn't stupid, she knew that no amount of time was ever going to help if she did decide to have a baby in the future. Whether it was now or years into the future it was always going to hurt Gwilym if she managed to have a baby because they tried so hard to make it work and it never did. But (Y/n) knew having a baby with Ben so soon after leaving Gwilym was going to make him think she had broken off their engagement so she could find someone else to have a baby with.

"I only said that because I was hurt. I watched you go to all those hospital appointments and come out crying, I sat with you when you took every test and I drove you to hospital when you were so sick I thought you were dying. Then suddenly your pregnant with my friend and you're perfectly fine like you never miscarried at all."

"And that's my fault that this time I haven't lost the baby? Like I planned it out perfectly? Do you know how badly that scared me, that every single time with you I was incapable of doing something every other woman can do and then on the seventh time it worked? And you were the one who hurt me by telling Ben about my miscarriages which should have been my decision to make."

(Y/n) never chose to lose any of the pregnancies with Gwilym, she didn't plan this perfectly so that this one time with Ben would work, it was such horrid yet twistedly perfect luck that (Y/n) seemed fine to have a baby this time around.

As soon as (Y/n) got past the fourteen week marker she knew something was different. It was scary to think that after being with Gwilym for years and losing six pregnancies with him, all (Y/n) had to do was be with Ben for four months and she could get pregnant and have almost nothing go wrong. She knew how that would cut through Gwilym like a knife.

"That was a decision you wouldn't have made and he had to know. What if you lost the baby and were ill again, you were told by the doctor not to try and conceive and even if this wasn't planned you're still putting yourself in harms way. If Ben didn't know and something happened to you I don't think he would forgive you for not telling him."

"That doesn't give you the right to make him suspicious and tell him Gwil. If I told Ben outright from the beginning I'd lost six pregnancies or that the last one hospitalised me that would be it, it wouldn't be my decision to have a baby anymore. He would have told me he wasn't taking the risk like you did and I would have lost any future chance of having a baby with him. I'm not with him to get a baby but it's my choice if I want to take the risk, not yours."

If (Y/n) didn't want to tell Ben it was her decision and if she wanted to wait that was up to her too but Gwilym forced her hand even if he thought he was doing right by her and Ben.

It was clear as day that had Ben of known from the off, he wouldn't have agreed to having any kids with (Y/n). He would have used protection so it couldn't happen because it was a risk to her health and her life and Ben wouldn't take that risk. Ben wouldn't have kids in the future with (Y/n) and he still wasn't going to now after this baby, if (Y/n) said from the beginning then this baby now wouldn't be here. She would be robbed of the chance of being a mother even though the risk was hers to take, not Gwilym's or Ben's.

Ben might of thought that (Y/n) had planned this out as well by not telling him and getting pregnant but (Y/n) thanked the stars that Ben knew and believed that she wasn't trying to use him in any way and that she didn't plan this out.

"Alright, I'm sorry I just... I care about you, I love you and I was scared that this pregnancy would hurt or kill you. And it pains me to see that you're managing to have a baby with someone else, but I am happy for you. I want to put everything behind us and be friends, I don't want to fight anymore."

(Y/n) tipped her head down and rubbed at her tired eyes, trying to rid herself of the headache forming behind her eyes that were welling up with tears. He couldn't say that, he couldn't say after everything that he loved her because he shouldn't. (Y/n) had hurt him by breaking things off with him because she didn't love him anymore and she had hurt him further by falling for his friend and having a baby with him. Gwilym shouldn't love her after everything and he couldn't say he did because that wasn't fair to any of them.

"Then you shouldn't tell me you love me because you-" (Y/n) brought her hand to her mouth and bit down on her thumb when the sound of the front door caught her attention.

"Who loves you?" There was a playful tone to Ben's voice that made (Y/n)'s eyes well with fear as she couldn't bring herself to come up with a response.

Her eyes locked with Gwilym's who looked a mix between calm and terrified because they both knew Ben wasn't going to be very nice when he walked in and saw who was here and put the pieces together. It was as if Gwilym was scared of what was coming but he was still rather calm like he was expecting this to happen sooner or later.

(Y/n) saw the exact moment Ben's face fell, going from a smile to pursed lips and a tight jaw when his teeth bit down tightly on the corner of his lips. His eyes looked bleak and his brows narrowed on Gwilym who tried to keep eye contact but it didn't last for more than a few seconds at most.

"I should have guessed." A sinister, crude grin pulled at Ben's lips for a few seconds as he cocked a brow at Gwilym like he wanted him to challenge him or apologise or just say something so Ben could bite back at him. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

"Maybe I should go-"

"Why are you even here in the first place?" Ben snapped back like a crocodile taking a shot at its prey. He stood beside the side of the sofa (Y/n) was sitting on but he felt awkward in his own home like he had walked in on something and should leave.

"Ben, it's- it's okay, he wanted to talk and sort things out."

"What, and telling you he loves you sorts this out? I thought that would complicate things and make them worse but maybe I should just go instead." Ben couldn't fathom how Gwilym saying he still loves (Y/n) would sort this mess out, it made things worse rather than building the bridges that had been burned between them all. But maybe Ben was missing something or he shouldn't be here and should just let them work this out.

"No, it doesn't sort this out and maybe I shouldn't have just said that but I can't lie and say I don't still love her."

"But you can't come here and say that. Do you honestly think telling her you still love her with make a difference or make things better? You were out of order practically shouting at her down the phone and implying to both of us you thought she was playing me but then to come round and say you love her is cruel."

Ben didn't care why Gwilym said the things he did or how this had affected him because what he was saying and doing weren't okay. He couldn't keep telling (Y/n) he loved her and then be angry with her, he knew she didn't love him and he knew that he had no chance of being with her when she was happy with Ben and was having a baby. If he wanted to be on good terms with her and Ben he had to stop this now.

"I've already tried talking to (Y/n) about this I don't want to argue with either of you and what I said was wrong I know that but I can't take back what I said when I was hurt-"

"I don't give a shit what you've already said, you're sorry for what you said but you wouldn't accept me or (Y/n) saying we were sorry for hurting you by being together. You're a hypocrite and a lovesick puppy Gwil and if you want to be on good terms your going about it in the wrong way."

"Ben that's enough."

(Y/n) sighed through her words before she pushed herself up from the sofa and moved to stand beside Ben like she thought he was going to lunge at Gwilym any second now. What he said made sense but Gwilym was here to make amends and (Y/n) was sick of the fighting and the arguments and the pain they were causing each other. She just wanted it to stop and another fight wasn't going to make things any better.

"Gwil, I think it's time you left. If you want to make amends then you have to move on." (Y/n) knew that the only way they could all make things better was for them to keep the past behind them. She and Ben weren't blameless but they were trying and if Gwilym tried to move on too he would find things so much easier. He could move on with someone else and be happy and they could all try and be civil with each other.

Gwilym nodded and stood to his feet, moving around the sofa to head in the direction of the front door but his expression made (Y/n) rather worried. He had something to say, something on his mind and although he was usually good at biting his tongue and dropping and not starting arguments, it seemed to be rather hard for him to do that today. He got into the hallway and close to the door before he turned to look at (Y/n), knowing she was following to walk him out.

"It feels near impossible to move on after everything we went through and it's harder than I ever thought it would be to try and move on when I know you've finally got the family you wanted without me. I feel like you've left me behind, but I know I can't expect you to understand that, given how quickly you decided to move on and how easy you found it to be with someone else. You may not have intended to have the baby but you certainly got what you wanted."

He knew it was wrong to be angry that (Y/n) was finally able to have the baby she had wanted but it hurt to know she could have that wish without him and with someone Gwilym was close to.

"I think there's a reason for that."

Gwilym had been so close, he had opened the door and was so close to walking out and not looking back or letting this form into another argument but when he heard Ben's voice he had to stop and look over his shoulder. He had to know what Ben was referring to before he left, just like a fish, Gwilym took the bait Ben was throwing his way.

"What?"

Ben looked down at (Y/n) who was stood in front of him and it was as if she knew what he was going to say. There was a warning look in her eyes and she shook her head, they didn't need an argument but Ben was too riled up to stop now.

"Think about it. All those years with you and all the times you tried for a baby and it never worked. Then (Y/n) got with me and look where we are. No doctor could find anything wrong with her and we didn't even have to fucking try to get pregnant. I'd say that means there's something wrong with you if all it takes is a few months with me to have a baby."

A shudder ran down (Y/n)'s spine at Ben's rather cruel words towards Gwilym but she would be wrong if she said she didn't think about that even once during this pregnancy. Deep down (Y/n) was sure there had to be something wrong because she lost each pregnancy without cause and even this time she lost a twin even if nothing else had gone wrong during this pregnancy.

But Ben was right when he said that they didn't even have to try to get pregnant or have this pregnancy work. With Gwilym they tried hard to have a baby and make sure nothing went wrong but they could never prevent any of the miscarriages.

"Don't you dare go down that road-"

"Why not? It's a fair assumption considering there isn't anything wrong with (Y/n) because that means it should probably be you, right? If all it took to have a viable pregnancy was me then she should have fucked me years ago and saved you the trouble."

(Y/n) took a step back when Gwilym slammed the door shut out of anger and Ben took a few steps closer to him like he wanted a fight but his head briefly turned to look at (Y/n) when she grabbed his arm. She was not having a fight break out no matter how angry any of them were, it wasn't worth it and she wasn't in the mood to play referee. What Ben said was cruel and out of order just like what Gwilym had said before about (Y/n) and she had been wrong in wanting to wait to tell Gwilym about the baby. They had all been and were all wrong at some point but it had to stop now.

"That is enough! Gwilym, you need to leave. Now. And you need to go and cool off because that was uncalled for and beyond cruel."

The moment Gwilym left and slammed the door so harshly behind him that it almost came off its hinges, (Y/n) took a moment to catch her breath before she dared to follow Ben who had stormed into the kitchen in a rage. He was stood leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen, a look of unfiltered anger on his face that (Y/n) had never seen before.

"Why did you have to say that? He may have been wrong about saying he loved me but there was no need for you to say something like that."

"I said it because I think it's true." Ben folded his arms over his chest, leaning his hips back against the counter as his head turned to the side to look over at (Y/n) with raised brows. His response seemed to have taken her by surprise, but not in a good way. "He was spiteful when he told me about your miscarriages and he was pissed we got to fifteen weeks but neither of you think about it like it is. There isn't anything wrong with you (Y/n), no medical issues whatsoever and we're seven months along and you've had no problems-"

"I still lost a baby this time Ben, remember?" (Y/n)'s tone was bitter but it had no effect on Ben like he hadn't heard her.

"You had vanishing twin syndrome which is common, other than that you've been fine. No other bleeding, no pain, no problems with the baby or how she's growing, everything is picture perfect without Gwil in the picture and you think that's normal? It might not be true and something might be wrong with you but if he can say spiteful shit why can't I?"

Ben grabbed a drink from the fridge and took a long sip before he leaned back against the counter.

He could be wrong and he knew that, there was no evidence or proof or proper suspicion that there was something wrong with Gwilym or that him and (Y/n) just weren't compatible to have a baby. But Ben found it odd that he and (Y/n) were this far along on their first try with a baby and there had been nothing seriously wrong at all. Ben was glad nothing had gone wrong but it just made him wonder why, he wondered why they were so special that this attempt was finally working and paying off for (Y/n).

With a shake of her head, (Y/n) grabbed her previously forgotten drink from the counter before she turned on her heels and went to walk away. But she stopped when she caught what Ben whispered in such a malice, sinister joking way which left her speechless.

"Six failed attempts before you get a baby. Come fuck me ladies, guaranteed to work first time."

#ben hardy #ben x reader #ben hardy imagine #BoRhap #imagine #dad! ben #gwilym lee #gwilym imagine #heartbeat

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lokisrare · 5 years ago

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birdie

pairings: ben hardy x ofc.

word count: 4.6k

a/n: i hate this but i love this, also, spoiler: i hate cassie. i don’t really know what it is, but let me know what you think and if you want to know what happens next lmao. oh, by the way this was heavily inspired by break my heart by dua lipa.

June 6th, 2010.

“Well damn, you look HOT.” I gushed when Sydney walked out of the changing room.

She sent a smile towards me while fixing her hair, it must’ve been freaking hard to get on that dress, I think to myself when I look up and down her body, the dress hugging her body just right, but still, the material looked incredibly uncomfortable and her face just confirmed that to me.

“I feel like someone’s pinching my nipples constantly, like here…, ugh it hitches so bad,” she says trying to fix the top of the dress and I laugh at her struggling to make the dress work.

“Syd, why don’t you try something else, you’re going to look good anyway,” all I receive is a death glare and I just know she’s telling me to fuck off while still trying to find a way to feel comfortable.

She huffs and gets into the changing room, closing the pink curtain a little too aggressively, I suppress a giggle knowing she’s having a hard time and I’d probably end up with my hair pulled if I keep making fun of her. “Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees is playing which makes me roll my eyes annoyed, it had become my young sister’s favorite song so it was on repeat almost every hour of the day, just listening to it gave me a horrid headache.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just go with the first one,” Sydney says finally getting out. I nod, a very genuine and happy smile plastered on my face, it was 6.30 pm and we had left my house at 4, to say I was hungry and tired was an understatement.

“I really hate you, Cass, you know that right?” Sydney says as we finally get to my house, most specifically: my room. I run straight to my bed, my back thanking me for finally having a moment to rest after being walking and standing still for three hours straight. “I don’t really know how you choose so easily; I just can’t decide when it comes to shopping.”

I smile with my eyes closed hearing Syd grabbing the make-up bag as she seats in front of the mirror, “I just go for black, that’s my secret, black’s the right decision. Always.”

“Your whole wardrobe is black, Cassie.” I don’t see her but I can tell she rolled her eyes, annoyed. “You could’ve at least gone for something red this time or maroon or grey.”

I prop on my elbows scanning my open (and messy) closet, well… maybe I owned a lot of black clothes but it is just a glorious color, or not actually a color but who cares, black just rocks and it was easily combined.

“I promise I’ll wear something else next time.”

Sydney looks at me with a sarcastic expression, raising an eyebrow.

“No, you won’t.” Nope, I won’t.

I grab the curling iron next to my night table: “Curls, straight or should I just go natural?” Sydney shrugs looking at me intently, her lips pressed together, after a few seconds she just clicks her tongue and turns around.

“Whatever you feel like doing today, babe, you’ll look pretty anyway,” she pauses. “And Ben will like it anyway.”

“SYDNEY, NO.”

“What?” She says smirking at me through the mirror. “Oh, come on you can’t possibly think I don’t realize, the tension is obvious,” she smiles satisfied at my petrified expression. “Besides he’s a Capricorn, Capricorn and Scorpios have AMAZING SEX.”

“SYDNEY” I shout throwing a heart shaped pillow at her while she laughs uncontrollably, “He’s my brother’s friend, your step brother and almost 3 years older.”

“Your brother does not care at all, I don’t either and you didn’t say nothing about the sex thing so you little bastards have been really sneaky about it but I’m the devil and I found a condom on the bathroom trash the other day,” I set a mental reminder to slap Ben when I see him tonight, “It wasn’t mine so it was either from my parents or from Ben. And your face just told me it was from Ben,” she stops and then wrinkles her nose, “Ugh, disgusting. Let’s move on from this topic, please.”

“You started it.”

“I thought he was fooling around with Candace, she’s been after him the whole year, it looks like she knows he’s leaving soon. Besides I heard the rumor they slept together, I’m sure she started it.”

“Yeah, I think she knows, that’s why she’s been so clingy.” I cringe thinking of it. “Well if it’s true then her wish finally came true.”

The disgusted tone in my voice making me feel kind of angry at myself, just as much as the thought of Ben fooling around with Candace and I know Sydney can tell. I wasn’t very surprised when I first found out she’d been trying to get his attention the whole year, her obsession with Ben wasn’t new and she seemed a little too desperate, but she wasn’t a bad person, maybe too much of a bimbo girl but still, a nice person and Ben had always found a way to avoid her.

When Malik came up to me with rumor it made my stomach turn, giving the fact that two weeks ago he had me pinned against a wall at some random party while we had a (very steamy) make out session hoping my brother wouldn’t find us. Fucking. Ben.

“I don’t think that’s true at all, I totally think she spread the rumor herself with some friend’s help.” I sighed at Sydney insistence, “besides the whole situation is so weird, he is constantly running away from her and just one day they, like, fuck? Uh-uh, that just not makes sense, maybe she’s blackmailing him.” I laugh at her occurrence. Only Sydney, of course. “I truly hope my theory is not true, that’d be, like, pyscho behavior.”

“Yeah, but still, it might be true, we don’t know” I say getting up and throwing the curling iron on top of my bed. Curls it is, I think. “I believe there’s pizza on the fridge, is that ok for you or what do you want?”

Sydney thinks for a few seconds, “yeah, pizza’s fine, I’ll just eat a tiny bit though because I want to get really wasted really fast today and that’s way easier if I have an empty stomach.”

“You’re going to die.”

“Oh well, but it’s not going to hurt if my drunk as hell.”

“Touché.”

The dress hugged my curves just fine but I still felt like I was trying very hard to convince myself I really liked the way I looked with this way too short dress and I hadn’t just bought it because I knew it would catch Ben’s attention; I was upset knowing I was just about to leave my house wearing something just not-me at all to impress a stupid boy.

He’s not stupid and you know it.

“You look gorgeous, breathtaking and completely uncomfortable.” I turned around, Syd was standing leaning against the door frame looking effortlessly beautiful, her blonde hair straight and the loose baby pink dress making her look absolutely angelic.

“I am terribly uncomfortable, and I hate the fact the I’m about to take it off because it costed me good money I could’ve used to buy something I actually liked.” I said raising my voice, feeling angry at myself again, for the same reason, “I hate myself sometimes.”

Sydney giggles as she looked through my closet, smiling triumphantly when she found what she was looking for: a short black skirt and a grey blouse.

“I love this outfit on you, please change, you’re radiating so much negativity wearing that outfit besides the look on your face makes it seems like it’s causing you actual pain to be wearing this.” She stated and then lowered her eyes to my feet, “Oh god, Cassie, take those heels off, those are not even your favorite ones, put on your white vans, do yourself a favor, please.” I groaned as I got up feeling defeated and absolutely ridiculous to say the least.

Once I was changed, I felt my confidence coming back again, I looked pretty and I looked like me, Sydney got up from the bed clapping happily.

“Yay! That’s my Cassie, you look gorgeous!” she grabbed my hand dragging me downstairs way too fast and excitedly, making my chest crash against her back when she stopped abruptly at the end of the stair, turning around violently, “It’s not like you didn’t look gorgeous before, it’s just… now you look gorgeous and your face doesn’t look like you’re in the middle of a funeral.” I scoffed punching her arm but a giggle escaped my mouth making both of us laugh, right before we saw the taxi parking outside.

“Ok, let’s do it giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl.” I opened the door as Syd put two little vodka bottles inside of her little purse. “All done, and just to re-clarify, you look amazing and Ben’s going to love how you look, you really don’t need to try so hard, he already likes you.”

“Oh my God, STOP, let’s go Syd.” I said pushing her outside the house.

“Just saying.”

The house was packed, way too packed for a place so small, the air was filled with smoke from the cigarettes and the smoke machine placed on top of an old couch. I looked around trying to find my friends or at least my brother.

You’re looking for him.

I rolled my eyes annoyed at myself, once again. I wasn’t looking for him, or maybe a little, but it’s not like I was desperate. Or too desperate.

“My niñas, over here mis amores!” A curly haired boy calls from inside the little kitchen. Lucas. He had two girls clung to his sides, fighting for his attention, I smirk looking at him as he excuses himself with the girls and start making his way towards us. Poor girls, if they only knew.

“Ugh, I’m already hating this place and I’ve been here for just 20 minutes.” He states right after kissing Syd and I’s both cheeks.

Sydney takes the vodka bottles out of her purse making Lucas smile widely as he puts his hand on his chest. Oh my god. I already knew I was going to be tonight’s babysitter.

“Yas! You are my Blondie Number One angel, Syd.” Lucas grabbed her cheeks pecking her on the lips, looking behind them I saw the two girls from earlier, both with annoyed looks as they turned around to leave the place, Lucas hand grabbed my arm, catching my attention, “Why so distracted? Looking for Blondie Number Two?” He asked raising his eyebrows repeatedly. “He got in here right before you guys but since Candace the Crazy was looking for him since she got here, he completely disappeared.” He said looking around, his arms resting on Sydney’s shoulders, “Nope, Blondie Number Two’s not around. To be honest I’m kind of worried Candace is blackmailing him.” he stated clicking his tongue.

Sydney let out a very exaggerated high pitched scream, “I thought THE SAME and Cassie won’t believe it.”

“Guys, both of you are insane, completely insane, let the poor girl live.”

Hypocrite.

“Oh c’mon, two weeks ago you were ready to sneak into Daisy Clinton’s room to do the nasty with Benny-Boy for like the 100th time now you just don’t care? I don’t buy it baby, no no, not when you came in here looking like a lost puppy.” I opened my mouth ready to say something but Lucas spoke first also interrupting Sydney whom was about to complain since she was the last person to find out or to figure it out, actually, “And don’t tell me you were looking for your brother. I. Know. You. Cassidy. Peters.”

I just shrugged trying to not show him how fucking right he was, and also trying not to accept to myself I’ve been looking for him the entire time we stood in the middle of the tiny kitchen. Sydney gave me the finger and then made her way towards the improvised dance floor carrying Lucas with her.

Now I was seated on the corner of the living room watching Logan Lawrence, our school’s quarter back make out with one of the shyest girls from our school. Poor girl. She’s so going to regret it tomorrow… and forever probably. Logan was just that disgusting. I kept looking around when I started cursing at myself, I’ve been sitting here for almost half on hour looking at Sydney and Lucas get wasted just because I was trying to find the boy I was desperately craving for and he was nowhere to be seen, which was bad, but I had seen Candace dance around looking absolutely drunk, which was good, but it also meant Ben could be with any other girl, which was bad. Really bad. For me, of course.

My phone buzzed, three messages from Jonas, also known as my brother.

Jo: bring me a whisky pleeeeeeeease

Jo: no one will realize, I’m on the roof with the boys

Jo: please cass, be a good sis

I huffed but still got up ready to do what he asked me to, I mean, it’s not like I was doing anything better. I grabbed the bottle of whisky and a very drunk boy stared at me, I was ready for him to say something but he just smiled and gave me the thumbs up, I laughed a little and waved him goodbye as I made my way upstairs.

How the fuck do I get to the roof?

Cass: how do I get there?

Jo: first floor, the room with the green door at the right, take the stairs

Jo: be fast, there’s like a lot of people getting at it

Well fuck. Once I got to the first floor the green door was the first one I saw, an AC/DC poster on it, I breathed in and opened it, trying to get used to the dark looking where the hell was the supposed way to the roof; not giving a single fuck I opened the door again learning a lot of lovely words from the people hiding in there, I was about to say something to them when I saw the hole on the corner of the bedroom’s ceiling and the wooden escalator right under it. Of course.

The relieve my ears felt when I reached the roof was glorious, I took a few second to enjoy the feeling when I felt a hand on my shoulders, grabbing harder the whisky bottle ready to snap at whatever drunk boy who was trying to annoy my little moment of peace I turned around but I was met with Blondie Number Two, or just Ben.

“Easy, Cassie.” He laughed grabbing the bottle from my hand and lending it to my brother who was right behind him with a knowing smirk, I sent him a death glare.

“Hi, Cass, having fun?” He said slurring his words, oh my God, obviously Jonas Peters was a lightweight and now I had just brought him a big ass bottle of whisky for him to keep getting drunk.

I looked to him and then to Ben who stood way too close for my liking, I was able to smell his perfume. My mind travelling back to Daisy’s room when I was pressed against a wall, his hands roaming trough my whole body while I left love bites all over his neck, getting drunk on his scent.

Stop it. Answer the question.

“Absolutely not.” Jonas pretended to cry and then blew a kiss towards me as he left to join his others friends, they were just as drunk as him, or even worst. Ben cleared his throat making me look his way taking in his appearance, black shirt, black jeans, black shoes, so good looking. Maybe that’s what I liked him so much, it seemed his closet was also full of black clothes.

He was effortlessly beautiful.

“Well, thank you. “He said, a smug expression plastered on his face just as the color drained from mine. WHY?

I sighed, putting on my best annoyed look trying desperately to make it seem I didn’t care at all. Liar. “Don’t flatter yourself, I did it on purpose.” He nodded, the little smirk still lingering on his face as he stepped closer to me, hooking his arm around my shoulder.

“Yeah, sure, Birdie.” I groaned at the nickname and Ben threw his head back laughing at my annoyance.

“Don’t call me that, Ben. I don’t go around calling you Blondie Number Two.” I tried to let loose from his arms but he just held my tighter, starting to walk and dragging me along with him to sit closer to the edge against a wall, the big tree in front of the house blocking the street lights making it hard to see clearly; once we both were sitting I was finally able to get off of his embrace, looking down trying to ignore the fact that Ben was so close to me, and we were alone in the –almost- dark.

“But I always call you like that, you should be used to it by now… Birdie” He said right after getting comfortable on the floor. I huffed. No. I would never get used to it because I felt embarrassed and angry, angry at myself (as always, of course) for being so obsessed with him since forever.

I saw him light a cigarette from the corner of my eye, before turning back his attention to me, blowing out the smoke, “it fits you, you’re so… free, I don’t know, so you,” I looked at him attentively, lost in the way he chewed on his bottom lip while he tried to find the words, “I mean…, ugh, you know what, nothing. It just fits you because you’re beautiful and birds are also beautiful and interesting and also fucking smart”

I really didn’t know how I managed to not throw myself to him right there. To everyone, Ben Jones was this incredibly confident good looking college boy every girl wanted but to me he was just Blondie Number Two: Ben Jones, the boy whom just had compared me to birds because I, apparently, am: pretty, interesting and intelligent and now just stared at his cigarette nervously waiting for my response.

He was trying to be romantic, cute or whatever about the nickname but we both knew really well why he called me that.

“You’re and idiot, Ben.” I punched his arm lightly, “you could’ve jus explained it that way ten years ago when you started calling me that. Seven-year-old Cassie would’ve have been happy with it.”

He shrugged, “I figured you hated me.”

“I threw myself from a homemade zip line to impress you, I surely did not hate you.” Ben choked on the cigarette smoke looking at me with a funny expression, “I just never talked to you because Jonas wouldn’t let me, it wasn’t cool if his little sister tried to be friends with his friends.”

“The whole zip line thing was just to impress me?” I nodded, “well fuck, Cass, I appreciate it, you almost broke a bone back then.”

“Good to know you do now, finally.”

He finished the cigarette, throwing the filter somewhere and got closer grabbing my legs and placing them on top of his, I felt drowned to sit completely on his lap but held back that need while looking intently into his eyes trying to figure what he wanted, his left hand travelled to my lower back as he stared at my lips, my breathing slowly becoming erratic I just wanted him to do something.

“W-what are you doing, Benjamin?” He smirked, his hand resting on my back pushing me up so now I was fully sitting on his lap, his right hand caressing my thigh making me look up and down, from where his hands were drawing circles on my leg and then back to his plumped lips.

“I’m just trying to show you some gratitude after all these years of you trying so hard to get my attention, Birdie” He said, his voice coming out really low making my insides tingle and my cheeks burn, thank God for all this darkness surrounding us.

“Can I kiss you?” I felt so desperate, our lips gracing as his hands kept caressing my thigh not letting me focus on his question completely.

“Why are you even asking?”

“Just being a gentleman.” He said gripping my waist harder, a whimper coming out of me provoking a smug smirk to creep on his face.

“Oh, shut up.”

I grabbed his face finally kissing him, smirking against his lips when Ben let out a throaty moan breaking the kiss for a few seconds but kissing me back hungrily as I fully straddled him, his hands going automatically to my hips gripping harder when I bit on his bottom lip, licking it with my tongue. Ben captured my lips with his again, I was so high lost in the moment as our lips moved in complete sync I wanted to stay like this forever. He pecked my lips before resting his head on the wall behind him while both of us tried to control our breathing.

“I fucking want you, Birdie.” He said getting closer to my face to peck my lips one more time, “but we are not doing this here, not with your brother and our drunk as hell friends just a few meters away.”

I groaned remembering the fact that I was in a roof and also in the middle of a party and as much I was wanted him, he was right.

“We can go to my house, my parents are gone for the weekend and they took Layla with them,” Ben’s eyes shot open, his right hand brushing the locks of hair falling on my face as he smiled satisfied, “besides Jonas is staying at Will’s today.”

“Then let’s fucking go.”

He grabbed my waist and got up with me still on top of him, I laughed against his shoulder as he settled me back on the floor and took my hand to guide us out of the roof. He walked towards the group of boys, two of them were already passed out on the floor while Jonas and Will vibed to Pursuit of Happiness, the bottle of whisky was empty.

“You two. We are leaving, don’t drive, walk or just take a cab.” Ben said, his voice firm as the two other boys glanced at each other and then started laughing.

“Yes, father!” Will saluted and I couldn’t help let out a laugh. Ben gripped my hand tighter and I looked at him, he was trying to suppress a laugh too.

“I’m serious, Will. Be safe.” Will just nodded as he laid on his back again.

“And I’m serious, Benjamin Jones.” Jonas said stepping into the conversation. If he was slurring words earlier now he was just a mess, I rolled my eyes at the drunk ass of a brother I had, “Don’t make me an uncle,” my mouth opened to say something but the words weren’t coming out, “at least not on my bed or on the couch, if you please, now leave, my children.” And that’s all he said before passing out on top of Will legs. Ben looked at my horrified and I just stood there.

“Does he know?” I asked right after he took my hand to lead us toward the hole on the floor.

“I mean it’s not like were not pretty obvious. You keep looking at me completely stunned every time.”

I scoffed. “Like you don’t do the same.”

“Never said I didn’t.” He winked at me and then started to go down the wooden stair.

Once we closed the green door after another round of cursing from the people inside the room, Ben asked me to wait for him as he went to the bathroom and just then, during my time alone I realized I left and never told Syd or Lucas, and I had been gone for -maybe- longer than thirty minutes and then so suddenly the name Candace came back to my mind; turning towards Ben who was coming out of the bathroom fixing his hair, I got to him and he looked down at me confused but smiling.

“What?”

“Are you and Candace a thing and I’m just being that girl?” I was fuming, not really because I was being that girl but because of the fact that I hated the thought of him with someone else.

Is not like he wasn’t aloud, we’re nothing.

Ouch.

Ben rolled his eyes looking, to my surprise, annoyed. “That fucking girl. I was just being nice to her for once and now she goes around spreading bullshit. NO, Birdie, there’s nothing happening with Candace. That’s why we were on the roof, I was avoiding her, she’s a pain in the ass. In my ass.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” He said closing the distance between us and kissing me softly, this time was way different than before, and I was loving every second of it, “why can’t you see you’re the one I want, Birdie?” he said against my lips and I felt my legs trembling at his honesty.

“We should go.”

Why didn’t I say something back? Why didn’t I say I wanted him too? Because I did, I knew that. I was stupid. Well no, actually. I was afraid and I knew it deep down, back then, I just didn’t want to come to terms with it. I was afraid of getting too attached to him that when we had to take different paths it was going to hurt so much. That’s why I never said nothing.

After some promises from Syd and Lucas to find my brother and Will and take a cab the four of them together we left the house holding hands, my house was maybe ten blocks away, a little less maybe so we decided to walk, enjoying each other’s presence, none of us saying nothing. I felt Ben’s gaze from time to time but I was too submerged on my own thoughts, drowning in them and hating to be feeling that way when I should’ve been enjoying our little moment.

Both of us knew it probably was the last time we’d see each other but none of us said anything, or I didn’t say anything, Ben had made it clear a few minutes ago. And I wanted him, but I also didn’t want to hold him back and that’s exactly why what I really think and felt was never said.

And after ten years it still haunted me.

Now the same horrible feeling growing on my chest, I was feeling as nauseous as I felt back then when I said goodbye to him knowing I was escaping from what I really wanted out of fear, because I was a coward but I was also seventeen and experiencing a feeling so hard it numbed my thoughts.

Now I stood in the middle of the room, the glass of wine long forgotten on my hands as Sydney’s hand gripped on my arm sympathetically and I felt thankful because otherwise when I saw him entering the place, looking exactly the same just more mature; his cheeky behavior that made everybody love him still present, I felt so out of place, my knees shaking a little, or maybe it was just my imagination.

8 years after.

“Blondie Number Two has ARRIVED!” I heard Lucas yell in the distance.

And I just had to get out of here. Fast. The world was literally spinning around me as I looked at everyone greeting Ben with a hug, the ones who didn’t know him just stared at the scene smiling.

“Cass, we can leave, there’s no need for you to be doing this now. It’s fine.” Sydney whispered.

“No. I’m ok, this doesn’t affect me, not really.” I shrugged and she just stared at me not saying anything but her expression showed concern and tiredness towards this whole situation. “It’s just, it’s been so long and I’m just shocked. That’s all.”

Sydney opened her mouth to protest but closed it immediately looking behind me, right then, almost instantly, a very well known cologne filled my nose before I could ask her what was going on.

Oh crap.

And there he stood, in all his glory. Just as handsome, his confident aura captivating everyone around us, just like always. I extended my hand to him provoking Ben to just smile and roll his eyes taking my hand just to tug me into his arms, hugging me sweetly as my face was stamped against his chest, not reacting.

Do something. I mentally shouted at my self.

My hands travelled to his sides, finally embracing him. This felt nice, I thought. It felt familiar; way too familiar for two people who hadn’t seen each other for so long.

Ben moved his head, lowering it so now his mouth was right next to my ear, sending a shiver trought my whole body, the action being too intimate for the place we were in.

“Long time no see.” He whispered really low for me to hear it properly thanks to the music playing in the background, but still managing to knock the air out me when he got even closer and simply said: “I’ve missed you… Birdie.”

Now I really wanted to leave. Again.

#ben hardy #ben jones #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #bohrap #borhap imagine #borhap x reader #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader

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damage-incorp0rated · 1 year ago

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my absence.

hey fellas. I haven't been on this acc in weeks...

to tell y'all the truth, I was real burnt out for a while so I decided to start up a new separate blog and I've been livin' there for a while. I thought "there's nothing new about Metallica to post anymore. I'm burnt out on the band and if I continue any longer I'll ruin them for me."

however I should've known I'd inevitably come back... and I have come back with some great news.

guess what?

I saw Metallica at the Arlington M72 No Repeat Weekend shows. Both nights. Now I feel the spark and I'm ready to ramble abt Metallica again because the love has been nonstop for DAYS now and I don't think it's stopping anytime soon.

concert media may come soon but I screamed and ugly cried too much for me to want to post all the videos lmao... it was life-changing though, a dream come true.

so yeah. Explanation for my Tumblr absence, and my long-awaited return... so what's new, metallimutuals?

#random thoughts w/ hardy #my long awaited return post huh?#idk how long thisll last but i hope it lasts a while #metallica #<- its relevant dont get my ass for tagging this on smth not completely met related

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tastyliltina · 4 years ago

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SnackInc 1/?

A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I've been meaning to post it...kind of a worldbuilding thing I made back when Fern was still a newer character of mine. Not really sure if I'll continue it or not, but the basic premise is that Fern works at a corporation that commissions humans out to be used as snacks for more feral giants/predatory creatures. This keeps random attacks on humans down and helps settle cravings the giants might have. Fern's a pretty well known snack but fell on hard times and had to resort to more shady deals outside of the corporation. So...yeah, have a worldbuilding thing ;;w;; If you enjoyed and want a story for yourself, feel free to inquire about commissions!: tinascommissions.carrd.co/ All stories are on sale 50% off until Dec. 10th! Now, onto the story! ~~ Fern stumbled through the street, clutching his wad of cash. Thick, warm liquid slimed his clothes as he moved away from his client. The giant looming behind him chuckled, and Fern turned to face the beast.

“Look, man…” Fern sighed, trying to brush back his hair. “Keep this quiet, alright? Don’t want it getting around I’m offering this...service to random giants on the street.” He thumbed through the payment, ensuring the bills were all there. Once he was sure, he glanced back up to the grinning giant.

Pearly peaks of white shimmered in the moonlight. Something about fangs in the dark was much more terrifying. Still, Fern held his ground.

“Heh. Whatever you say, morsel~.” A tongue traced over smiling lips, and Fern rolled his eyes.

“If that’s your best compliment, I’d hate to see an insult,” he muttered. The giant scoffed, but straightened. Deals like this weren’t appreciated among watchful eyes. Departures needed to be discreet.

Fern sighed. He watched his client stalk away, and tried to grasp what little pride he had left. The fact the ground shook with every step the giant took did little to help. Being treated like food for a quick cash grab...how humiliating. Still...money was nice. And with more wealthy clientele, maybe working in the food industry wasn’t so bad. Turning, Fern descended into the dim alley. He shivered as the drool clinging to him reacted with the wind…. Getting home would be hell.

Slowly, he traversed the desolate streets. Runoff from a recent storm splashed beneath his feet, though hardly drew Fern from his thoughts. With the money he’d gotten from tonight, he’d almost be able to pay off rent. If he did that, maybe he could find some more high-end clients. Spending night after night in another mouth, in another reckless giant was getting old. Most of the bastards didn’t use mints... Others liked to bite. At least through SnackInc, he got the clinets that cared about their treats a little more...he missed the days of pampering.

But damn, having extra cash felt so, so good. Fancier outfits and attending clubs where the high-end clients frequencted wasn't cheap. The reassurance dinners would be easy was well worth a few showers, he supposed. As long as rates didn’t spike, maybe there’d be enough for something hardy. A soup, or...maybe just burgers. Either sounded fine, as long as it wasn't a steaming bowl of ramen.

Soon enough, Fern found his apartment. The building was silent as Fern ascended the stairs. He supposed that made sense at this time of night. Just as he slid his hand into his pocket, Fern heard a rustling behind him. He stiffened. Giants and humans alike knew not to visit the others' living quarters, especially this late at night. It wasn’t worth the jail time or the fees. Some, though…

“Easy, pal.”

The voice was calm. Casual. Fern blinked. He turned, and was met with a pair of golden eyes. The rings of yellow peered down at him, squinting in the dark. Fern didn’t miss the reptilian features on the creature before him, and felt part of his blood run cold. Reptiles were the worst for rando attacks.

“What.” Fern snipped. His tone wasn’t aggressive enough. Fern didn’t care. He didn’t want to be yelling at a giant he didn’t know, especially one that knew where he lived.

“Said easy, man,” the giant continued. He was small, green-skinned and husky. Scales patched across his face, and a black sweater draped the giant’s torso. Unlike Fern, he appeared calm and collected. “Not gonna try anything. Just wanted to know where the nearest gas station was.”

Fern raised a brow. Oh. Though he didn't know if he trusted that answer or not, Fern could take it. He lifted a hand, pointing south. “‘Bout five miles that way. You can’t miss it.” The giant followed his gesture, squinting again. Then, he nodded.

“Cool, thanks.” Instead of leaving, or moving at all, the giant remained seated. Fern furrowed his brow.

“Well...okay. I’m-I’ll be going,” he mumbled. The giant nodded, not seeming intent on leaving. Fern felt something twist his stomach as he stepped into his place. That had been...unnerving, almost as much as approaching random giants to get them to eat him.

Slowly, Fern stepped into his living room. He flicked on the light, and was greeted with the familiar sight of...mediocrity. Beige walls, a beige couch, dirty carpet. Even the flickering light emulated half-assed effort. But, this was home. For now. Fern stretched, sighed, and made sure to lock his door behind him.

He sauntered down the hall, the thought of a shower making everything a little less horrid. Clean clothes, a clean bed… Even with the uncleanable stains of previous occupants on the mattress, sleep sounded so wonderful right now. Fern stepped into his bathroom. He stripped, tossed his clothes aside, and turned on the shower. God, hot water felt good.

Several minutes and layers of body scrub later, Fern scooped his soiled laundry up. His nose wrinkled at the stench of unmasked slobber. He tossed the clothes in the washer, ran a hand through his hair, and returned down the hall. The bed creaked as he collapsed into it, the scent of occupants past filling the air. Fern didn’t care. By the time the smells registered, he was already asleep.

Fern woke up to the sound of his alarm. He groaned. Another day, another customer to please. Sitting up, he snatched the offending device from his nightstand. Who was on the calendar today…

Wait. Fern’s eyes scanned over his clientele list. There was a new face among the regulars... Green skin, yellow eyes, red Mohawk...damn. It was the giant from the other night. Fern grimaced, setting his phone down and rubbing at his face with a sigh, taking a moment to collect himself.

Normally, the ones that approached Fern outside of business were scouting for fresh meat after some kind of falling out. They were the ones that made this job hard. Fern stood, looking over his calendar. For today, at least, there weren’t any taken slots. He had that much. Maybe he could do some cleaning? Cleaning sounded great.

He stood. No point planning the day without getting it started, he supposed. Fern stretched, sighed, and ambled down the hallway. He scouted the kitchen for food, and settled on some bacon and eggs. There was always a sense of pride that came with making his own food. Fern stepped up to his stove, twisting the stove knobs.

Soon enough, a steaming pile of eggs and bacon littered a paper plate. Fern grabbed some silverware, once again checking his schedule for today. Nothing new. He rubbed his chin, opening the file of his newest client. As expected, there wasn’t much available. Most clients went by a first name basis, and the majority didn’t include any other information but a phone number and place to reach them. Fern wasn’t sure how the new guy found out about what he offered, but decided to shrug it off.

Breakfast was quick. Fern took his time cleaning his plates, wishing he didn’t have to go out to the store today. But, one couldn’t get by without dish soap and food. Fern was too much of a neat freak to live a day without one, and food wasn’t a necessity when some clients bought him dinner before having him for dessert. He trudged down to his bedroom, throwing on a simple sweatshirt and jeans.

Fern slid out of his apartment, slipping his hands into his pockets. The jingle of keys signified him locking his door before he peeled away from the familiarity of home. Human-sized creatures traversed the narrow sidewalks, hustling and bustling to and fro. Fern didn’t miss the stares of those passing him. Word got around. Some people looked to him with admiration, being able to take on such an important, and yet demeaning task. Others scowled at him, and some took things to a physical level. Fern ignored those that bumped into him without saying anything, reserving his battles for those that had the guts to say something and make a scene.

Walking to the market never took too long, one of the perks of living in a small town. The building smelled like cinnamon, a warming reminder of the chilly air outside. Fern slid in with a small crowd. He headed for the cleaning section first, rubbing his hands together as he searched the shelves for his usual dish soap.

“Hey.”

The voice snapped Fern to attention. He blinked, turned, and smiled at the familiar face behind him. Kenny stood with her hands in her pockets, oversized sweatshirt complimenting her ripped up jeans. Fern relaxed. It was nice seeing a familiar face, even if it was of a cranky and potentially crazy bitch.

“Hey, Ken.” Fern nodded. He took pride in the ability to shorten her nickname without getting shanked. Kenny stepped up next to him, sliding her hands to her hips. Unlike Fern, Kenny had a more vanilla career. She was a well-renowned tattoo artist. Fern’d debated going to her for a few years, but didn’t know if their history justified her making a few creative decisions while he was under her needle.

“What brings you to market? Finally decide to crawl out of your slimy cave?” Kenny’s voice lowered. While she wasn’t a friend per se, Kenny was one of the few people Fern opened up to about his career choice. She’d never given him a hard time about it. If anything, she almost seemed in awe...or disgust, it was really hard to tell as far as Kenny was concerned.

“Ran out of soap,” Fern shrugged. “Can’t go without it,” he paused to pluck a bottle from the shelf. “Got a new client today. Some giant approached me after a rough one last night… Had to scrub myself for hours, the guy had way too many drinks before he gave me a call. Starting to think he ate me on a dare, y’know?” “Shit man,” Kenny shook her head, somehow without disturbing her loose bun. “I still don’t get how you deal with those assholes day in and out. Doesn’t it get...I dunno, gross after a while?”

“It does get gross, but really...someone’s gotta do it. If not me with all the magical guards in place, then it’d be someone else, or no one at all. And we know how big folk can get if they don’t get their...fix.” Fern tried to hide the bitterness in his tone, but he could still feel it in his voice. Anyone who didn’t live under a rock knew how bad things got before the Snack business stepped in. Disappearances, random attacks on towns… Even if it wasn’t a well-liked profession, it was an important one in order to keep the peace among different species. “But, there’s perks,” a crooked smile plastered Fern’s face. “Don’t gotta worry about a giant trying to mess me up, y’know? I’m...valuable.”

Kenny scoffed, “Valuable my ass,” she shook her head and sighed. “But yeah, you gotta point. Still...”

“Don’t you go worrying about me,” Fern laughed. “You’ve got a badass persona to keep, y’know?” He yelped as Kenny’s hand whacked the back of his head, but snickered at the fuming woman. She crossed her arms and sneered at him.

“Oh, shove it up yours.”

“Sorry, only know how to go down, I’m not into that-” “Fern I swear to God if I didn’t like you I’d shove my foot so far-...you know what, fuck it.” Kenny grabbed the back of Fern’s sweater, and the next thing he knew, he was flat on his back. A dull ache spread along his back and head, and he groaned.

“Nice...seeing you, Ken…” Fern mumbled as he pushed himself up. As usual, Kenny’d vanished into the crowd. Fern expected as much. Kenny never liked being forced to admit she had other emotions besides anger and rage...Fern liked to tease it out of her when he could, even if the result was almost always the same. Rubbing his head, Fern grabbed the soap from the shelf and headed towards checkout with a chuckle.

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freddiesaysalright · 6 years ago

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Okay, hopefully I got everything you wanted in there! These imagines and requests I try to keep under 1500 words or so. Anyway, hope you enjoy :) Also, postpartum bodies are sexy. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.

You frowned at your reflection in the mirror. You had only just had your daughter a few weeks ago, and your body had not yet recovered. Of course, breastfeeding had helped some, but you’d always been particular about being in shape. Especially since you showed up to events with Mr. Six Pack himself Ben Hardy. The dress showed off your new body in a way you didn’t really like.

“Hey, good looking,” Ben’s voice said from the doorway to your bedroom.

“Ugh,” you groaned.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I look like I just had a baby,” you complained.

“You did just have a baby,” he reminded you. “There’s no shame in how you look. You’re as beautiful as you’ve ever been.”

“I wish I felt that way…”

“Come on, love, don’t be like that,” he said. “I promise, you look stunning. Besides, you don’t actually have time to change, the driver’s already here.”

With a sigh, you grabbed your shoes to put on in the car. You went through the kitchen to thank your mother once again for staying with the baby while you and Ben went to the premiere of his new movie. Originally, you told him you wouldn’t go, and you’d just stay home, but he pleaded enough and convinced you. Now, you wished you had held your ground.

Attending premieres was something you were still getting used to, even after all your years with Ben. The flashing lights and shouts from photographers still got you a little overwhelmed at times. As you prepared to step out with him once again, your stomach turned with nerves. What would everyone think? Would you turn up in a magazine somewhere with a reporter writing how awful you looked?

Ben took your hand and kissed your cheek before helping you out of the car. You began walking down the carpet with him. The noise was deafening at first but you just stayed close to Ben, trying to focus on getting inside with minimal trouble.

Words and phrases suddenly stuck out to you from the reporters talking amongst each other. Things like “chubby” and “flab” and “not in that dress.” You felt heat rise to your face as shame washed over you. Then, one photographer asked you to move out of his shot. No one had ever asked you to do that before. Hurt and humiliated, you whispered some excuse to Ben and hurried inside, ignoring the remaining press.

You made your way to the bathroom, tears spilling down your face. You snatched up a few paper towels from the dispenser and dabbed at your face, doing your best to keep your makeup in tact.

“Y/N?” Lucy appeared in the bathroom. “I thought I saw you disappear in here.”

“Sorry,” you whimpered. “I just needed a minute.”

“What happened?”

You told you the things you’d overheard and her face shifted from confusion to sympathy. She pulled you into a hug.

“Oh, Y/N, those reporters don’t know what they’re talking about,” she said, rubbing small circles on your back. “You look beautiful. No one’s postpartum body is perfect.”

“Thanks,” you managed, but it was clear you didn’t believe her.

She bolstered you enough to emerge from the bathroom and try to enjoy the premiere.

The next day, you woke up from a nap to the sound of Ben on the phone. He was in his office, so it was muffled, but he was on speakerphone. You clearly heard a woman’s voice on the other end of the line. He was laughing a lot for it to be a work call. He sounded so happy…

You felt your heart break as you considered the implications of all of this. Carefully, you went upstairs. You packed an overnight bag and went to the crib to retrieve your daughter. You had to get out of the house. You felt like everything was coming down around you. You got in the car and took off to Rami and Lucy’s.

You went to Lucy for comfort when you arrived. Rami took the baby so you and Lucy could talk. You wept, despairing that your relationship with Ben was surely over. He needed someone as beautiful as him. She held you, stroking your hair, and soothing you with assurances that Ben loved you and would never abandon his family.

“Y/N, what the hell?!” Ben bellowed at you from the door.

“What...how did you find me?” you wondered.

“Rami texted me,” he said. “I’ve been trying to call you for nearly an hour and you haven’t picked up. Christ, I made one phone call and you and our daughter were gone! I’ve been worried sick!”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “It’s just…” you trailed off, wiping more tears from your eyes.

“Lucy, could you give us a sec?” he asked.

“Sure,” she agreed, and departed.

Ben took her spot beside you. “Y/N, just tell me what’s going on. Is it postpartum depression? We can get help for it.”

“No,” you assured him. “I just...I don’t feel beautiful enough for you anymore. My body is so different now. It doesn’t even feel like mine.”

He pulled you onto his lap. “Darling, your body is different. There’s no getting around that after having a baby. But this isn’t permanent, okay? You don’t need to run off every time you’re feeling insecure. You can talk to me and we can work on it together.”

“You were talking to some other woman!”

“Is that what this is about?” he asked. “God, Y/N, that wasn’t just some random woman. That was a wedding planner.”

“W-wedding planner?”

He laughed. “Yes. I know most people have kids after they’re married, but we’ve never been very conventional, have we?”

“Ben, what are you saying?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise later on, but I’ve been planning our wedding for a while now, since before our little girl even got here,” he explained. “That’s who I was on the phone with.”

You laughed, feeling relieved and a little foolish. “Ben...you’re truly the most amazing man I’ve ever met.”

“You’re the amazing one,” he told you. “You’ve already given me more than I could ever hope for.”

He cupped your cheek in his hand and you closed your eyes, pressing your forehead to his. You stayed that way for several long moments, feeling in sync once again.

A few months later, you had the most beautiful wedding imaginable. In a dress you felt like a goddess in. Your daughter carried your rings on a pillow down the aisle, even if it was Joe who carried her. At the reception, Ben’s closest friends, including Rami, Gwilym, and Joe gave speeches that were both cheesy and hilarious. It was the most perfect day. But the thing that made it so was that you had the perfect man at your side. And you would have him for the rest of your life.

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x you #borhap #borhap imagine #borhap boys #kellysimagines

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milkchu · 6 years ago

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ two.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

A/N: i was so excited to post this chapter so why tf not. btw, a new character will be introduced (or was already kinda introduced) and i think you all gotta be in love w him for now haha i thought that freddie highmore would be perfect for him bc he’s a f*ckin cutie, also so you can visualize him. happy reading! 💓

Warnings: None.

{previous chapter} {next chapter}

Time has passed ever since your first meeting with your now two bandmates, Brian and Roger.

It was a pain to find a decent bassist, but it was definitely worth it. You finally found John Deacon, a cute, soft lad that is definitely amazing at playing bass.

Tonight was your first gig with them, and you were nervous beyond measure. You never really performed in front of a crowd before, so this was your first time.

Plus, you couldn’t get that cute brown-haired boy out of your head. You took note of what his friend said the night you went looking for Brian and Roger, so here you are.

It took some time and asking to find ‘Radio Box’ but here you were, currently looking through random records.

Mindlessly flipping through each record, you finally caught a familiar face talking to a customer.

You looked down right away, pretending to look for a random record until, “So, you like Icelandic Rock?”

Letting out a gasp at the sudden voice, you clutched your chest, before looking beside you to find him.

Realizing it was the cute boy you’ve been thinking about for so long, you somehow gathered yourself quickly and said, “Well, you see, I’m not like other people.”

He lets out a chuckle, amused, before holding his hand out to you, “I didn’t think you would come here, I’m Matthew.”

You took his hand, which felt really warm and soft, by the way, and shook it, “(Y/N).”

Matthew smiles, still shaking your hand, “(Y/N),” He hums, which definitely made your heart flutter.

It was the first time you got a proper look at his sparkling, green eyes. They were undoubtedly the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen so far. He really looked like he wouldn’t hurt a soul.

Before things become too awkward, you quickly let go of his hand, conscious that your hand might be too sweaty already.

“So, uh, (Y/N), if you need anything, just call for me,” He sent you another one of his soft smiles.

You immediately felt warmth envelope both your cheeks before nodding, “Alright.”

Before he could walk away, you called out for him, “By the way, um, my band and I are performing tonight. . .at the pub.”

He nods, “I’ll see you there, then.” Then turns away to help out any other customer in need.

When he went out of your sight, you definitely let out a tiny squeal to yourself, the people around you looking at you funny.

Later that night . . .

“Hello, everybody,” Brian says into the mic, as you all enter the stage.

You come out in a flowy, silk, ruffled top that you borrowed from Poppy, immediately spotting Matthew in the crowd.

“We’ve got a few, uh, fresh faces,” Brian points to John, who waves at the crowd with his bass in hand, “This is John Deacon, our bass player.”

“And our new lead singer, (Y/N) (Y-Y/O/L/N), (Y/N) (Y/O/L/N).” Brian added, before small cheers were heard.

“That’s right,” You smile and nod at the crowd, fumbling with your fingers in nervousness.

Lastly, Brian points to Roger in the back, “And uh, Roger, of course, the biggest member of them all.”

Roger then grins at the crowd, a random girl shouting out, “Hi, Roger!”, which you’ve gotten used to by now.

“Hello, all you beautiful people,” You leaned towards the microphone, the crowd becoming quiet before some bloke in the crowd shouted, “Where’s Tim? Who’s the bird?”

Matthew then turned to you, a worried look crossing his face, but you just chose to ignore the comments.

“Ready, (Y/N)?” Roger asks from behind. You nodded, “Let’s do it.”

Brian began the song, as you leaned down to grab your tambourine and just started banging it against your hip.

Grabbing the microphone, it wouldn’t budge, so you just started struggling to get it out, resulting in the crowd laughing at your attempts.

But you continued anyway, “Keep yourself alive.”

Brian then looks at Roger, utterly confused. But, then you finally got the microphone out, a part of the stand coming along with it.

You almost hit poor John, but you just went with it.

You then started to bang the tambourine against it and just started swaying and dancing across the small stage.

All of your bandmates just stare at you in a combination of confusion and amazement, and just continued on playing.

I was told a million times of all the troubles in my way,

Mind you grow a little wiser little better every day,

But if I rode a million rivers, and I crossed a million miles,

At your side, “No, no,” Brian shook his head at you, “Wrong lyric!”

Sold a million mirrors in shopping alley ways,

The confused guitarist then looks back towards Roger, shaking his head at your mistake.

But I never saw my face in any window any day,

Now they say your folks are telling you, be a superstar,

Tell you, just be satisfied, stay right where you are,

Then the boys join in,

Keep yourself alive!

You then pointed the tambourine towards the crowd,

All you people, keep yourself alive!

Then you pranced towards Brian because you didn’t quite get what he said earlier, “Learn the song, (Y/N).”

But then you just continued to sway and dance around the stage, unaware of Matthew’s captivated gaze towards you.

He knew, from this moment, that you were born for this.

One year later . . .

Gigs at the usual pub then turned to performances at different locations. Your band was finally getting some recognition, but lately, you’ve been yearning for something bigger.

It has been a good past few months, dates with Matthew then got you closer than ever, eventually evolving into a steady relationship.

You were currently sitting at the bus stop, fresh out of work, thank god, you were out early that day. You were looking through the newspaper, circling the box that advertised a ‘spacious studio.’

You then heard a familiar honk, making you look towards the van that had your bandmates inside.

Walking towards them, You looked at them with an annoyed gaze, “You’re late.”

Finally getting inside, you all hit the road for your little tour around the country.

Then, with bad timing, the van broke down, which all made you stop in the middle of nowhere, John trying to fix the situation.

You were currently leaning on the side of the van, looking at the newspaper once more for some other studio ads.

“This is bollocks!” Roger complained, pacing around the little road, one of the sandwiches that you made, just in case the lads got hungry, in hand.

On the other side, John grunts, struggling to fix the broken down tire.

“It’s, uh, counterclockwise, I think you’ll find, John,” Brian says, as he passes by him.

“Oh, is it? Thank you, Brian, would you like to do it? Please, feel free.” John then shoots back at him.

Brian then holds his hands up, “No, no, no, you’re doing a good job.”

John just looks at Brian with a tight-lipped smile, clearly tired and pissed.

“We sold out every pub and uni south of Glasgow, and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere eating a ham sandwich!” Roger fumed.

John then positions himself beside you before you said, “Trouble is, we’re just not thinking big enough,” Your eyes not leaving the newspaper in front of you.

“What have you got in mind, (Y/N)?” Brian asks, puzzled.

“An album,” You smiled, before turning back towards the newspaper.

“We can’t afford an album,” John says, still panting from trying to fix the tire.

Your smile then grew bigger, “Oh, we’ll find a way.”

They all look at you in confusion, Roger furrowing his eyebrows at you, before you added, “How much do you think we can get for this van?”

“I hope you’re joking,” Roger replied, raising his eyebrows at you.

After some heavy persuasion and Roger throwing a tantrum, and breaking some windows, here you are, handing over a big stack of money towards the man who works at the studio.

“That’s three months’ wages,” John says, looking at the money in distress.

“And a perfectly good van,” Roger added.

“Don’t be so dramatic, darling,” You beamed, before patting Roger on the cheek, “You’re recording an album tonight!”

You then started walking towards the recording booth, passing by your bandmates and boyfriend, and clapped,

“Let’s go!”

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queenlifesupport · 6 years ago

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Like It’s Yours (Ben x Joe x Y/N) #1

A/N : This is sorta inspired by @freddiesmercvry (Truth or Dare) and low-key from 50 Shades of Grey... Also please leave suggestions for scenes or some smutty situations!! (this might have typos, also im so tired while writing this so it might be SHIT)

WARNINGS : SEX, Language, Unprotected Sex, Kinkiness. WORDS : 3,019

I haven't been out of my small apartment in days, I had work piled on my desk like theres no tomorrow, my job was absolutely pushing me to the edge and I needed a break before I fell. I used the strong liquor in my hand to pump myself with confidence in order to move onto the dance floor, I wasn't much of a drinker but tonight called for it. It was hard to make out what song was playing due to the overdramatized bass that throbbed through my eardrums, but whatever it was, people still let loose of their problems and personal lifestyle.

I attempted to stand while the drink flew through my system, accomplishing balance on my six inch heels. The confidence finally brought me to the large gathering I've been eyeing all night. I entered the crowd, feeling like I'm lost in a humid corn-maze, being bumped into by random strangers that were also tipsy, some more than others. Finding the middle of the crowd, it was my time to let loose. During the midst of my drunken swaying, my eyes fluttered open to view those around me, gaze following the eyes a man a few feet away. He looked lascivious as he mirrored my moves. His blonde hair was slightly swept to the side, he wore an all black suit that tailored him quite nicely, you could tell he was fit. I held his stare intensely, not daring to make a move in his direction for I did not want to lose the challenging match so easily. He seemed to not budge easily either, I debated in my mind to either approach or signal him over. His glare made my stomach slightly weak, out of reflex I looked away, I knew I couldn't approach him on my own. I continued to dance, deciding to slow it down, adding more sensualness to the way I moved. I needed to draw him in and this was the only way I knew how. Although our beaming was cut off from my shyness, I could feel his eyes still exploring every inch of my body. My feet began to ache, I had a inclination that connections would not ascend further, I'd rather sit down instead of waste my time. I looked up one last time, giving the stranger a smile before strutting off to the lounging area. I felt overheated from the moving along from the warmth emanating off others, once getting away from the swarm I accompanied myself on the white pleather. I sighed at the cool air being pushed over me from the air conditioning overhead, I wondered why there wasn't air conditioning above the dance floor. It was getting late according to the time on my phone screen, I should head home soon so I can attempt to demolish my workload tomorrow.

"Hello." My thoughts were interrupted by a harsh British accent, I took a gander at the wellspring of the voice and to my surprise it was him, the one from the herd in the dancing mass. My eyebrows lifted ever so lightly, I didn't think he'd follow.

"Oh - hi." I could only manage a short response. He lightly chuckled before asking me if he could accompany me on the cushion, I accepted. He smelled of Versace cologne, the hint of green apple, mint, and lemon, it was exhilarating on its own.

"Crowded night, I suppose." His voice was as mesmerizing as his scent.

"Indeed. I've never been here, thought I'd give the nightlife a try."

"I agree, I usually come here to meet interesting people, and as of now, I've accomplished my goal."

"You don't even know my name." I laughed now.

"Good point, I'm sure it's as interesting as you seem. Now humor me." From then on, we talked about all sorts of aspects of our lives; work, friendships, hobbies, and even romantic relationships. I learned his name is Ben, he lives with his best friend Joe, he's an actor, and he plays football (soccer) in his pastime. Once I looked down again at my phone, it allowed us to see we've talked for about 2 and a half hours straight. Time did fly when you're having fun.

"I should probably get home." My smile faded at the thought of ending our night, he frowned slightly too. I opened iMessage to text my friend, earlier she agreed to drive me home since I would be drinking and I've always been her designated driver in the past. "I just have to wait for my ride, in the meantime I can get your number?"

"Sounds lovely." He recited his number to me as I quickly pounded it in, setting his contact as 'Ben'.

"We should get together sometime soon, maybe coffee tomorrow?" A ding from my phone alerted me of a notification. "Fuck - she can't pick me up."

"What's going on?"

"Her tail-light is busted, she doesn't want to get pulled over while driving around." I sighed frustratingly. My apartment was about a 45 minute walk from here and I wasn't in the mood to walk in heels.

"I can order you an Uber."

"No no - You don't have to pay for me. I can order one."

"Why don't you come over for the night? It's just 10 minutes away." He seemed serious about his statement. I couldn't tell if it was a legitimate invitation. Would I really go home with him? I wasn't that type of person, meet them then immediately jump to the next thing. "Well, are you down?"

"Sure, I don't see the harm in that." I didn't even give a second thought to my answer.

The industrial-loft like apartment was dark and smelled of cedar wood, it gave a very expensive vibe yet homey at the same time. I hung my purse and coat up on the welcoming racks and followed Ben further into the flat, as we ventured through he flicked every light switch allowing the place to illuminate under the warm lights. We entered the kitchen, presently taking a seat at the island as he sought what appeared to be a wine rack.

"Care for a drink? We have Dom Perignon, Caymus, whatever you desire." I desire him.

"I don't speak rich, surprise me." He gave my comment a delightful snicker. My love life was very exhausting, I was constantly focused on my profession. I never discovered many fascinating folks, however he was something different. He was adorable, smart, kind, and as a plus, rich.

"For the lady, Beau Joie." He held two beautiful champagne flutes, each held a fizzing liquid. I accepted the cup between my fingers and took a drink at the same time as him. I've just heard of this stuff in romance books and films, yet I was at that point of truly liking him in one night. I felt my cheeks heat up with a pink as he sent me little wink while his lips pursed around the glass rim. "Have I let you know that you're the beautifulest amongst all the women I've ever seen?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully, biting my lip at his compliment.

"You haven't seen many women I assume?" My eyebrow raised at him as I yet again took a sip of the champagne that tasted like citrus and apple as it hit my many tastebuds.

"I've seen my fair share, and I can tell you what I said was a fact. Don't believe me if you want, but I can prove it if needed." I gulped at the possibilities he could be suggesting.

"And what are you implying, Mr. Hardy?" I scooted to the edge of my seat, leaning in closer to him. He did the same, only a few inches from my lips.

"Why don't you kiss me and find out?" His voice was deep, pushing me over the edge, I couldn't deal with him. I went forward, crashing my lips with his soft ones, sharing the alcoholic tase between the sensual moment. I didn't mind the taste. I felt his strong grip move to my thigh as we continued to synchronize our lips, soon feeling his tongue graze my bottom lip in anticipation to enter. I allowed it. We pulled apart after a few moments of heavy interaction, we both sat there out of breath.

"Take off your blazer." My request was forward and I demanded I got what I asked for. He slipped it off without question, grabbing onto the bottom hem of his under shirt, giving me a questioning look before I nodded, then he took that off too. I was correct before, he was fit, my fingers ran down his abs, drawing an imaginary sloppy line from his V-line to his biceps, clutching a hand around his upper arm to feel the hard muscle.

"Maybe we should get you out of that pretty little dress of yours?" His whisper was dripping with lust, I had to clench my thighs harder. Everything he said drove me crazy, I was soaked at this point.

"Who said you earned it?"

"Who said you were the one in control here?" He made me melt, he was so dominant and I loved it. I surrendered, standing up, first unzipping it from the back as we held eye contact, then slipping down the dress sleeves, finally pulling it down to pool around my feet. He bit his lip at the sight of the black lace panties I wore underneath, the dress had enough support to wear it without a bra. In the cool air, my nipples were hard at the high amount of excitement I felt. "I think you might be missing something else." He slightly pointed at the thong I still wore. I slid my thumbs into the waistband, teasing him by stretching out the fabric but not pulling them down. As I continued, I could see him getting quite impatient in his seat. "Now." I finally slid them down at his command, feeling embarrassment at my exposure but replaced it with fake confidence.

"What now?" I sweetly asked, swaying seductively as I walked myself directly in front of him. He harshly grabbed onto my hips, pulling me in to take my nipple between his teeth, harshly sucking and nipping. I moaned loudly, his sudden action sparked my body massively. "Fuck - Ben." My hand took a fistful of his blonde hair, tugging slightly. His suction pulled off as he took a moment to look up at me.

"Don't call me that." I looked down confused. "You can call me Sir." He then wrapped his lips along the other breast. His other hand found its way to between my thighs, rubbing my clit slowly. His fingers rolled perfectly.

"Hmph - Sir, I need more please." He hummed against the soft skin in response, he continued. "Please, I need to be fucked." He withdrew his lips and hands from me, standing up to match my height, unbuttoning the suit pants then releasing himself from them. Once he was left in his boxers, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the counter on the other side of the island. Although there was a cup holding utensils, he used his arm to sweep them off the counter and to the floor, scattering everywhere. He once again grabbed onto my hips, ordering me to jump then also lifting me up to sit bare-ass on the counter, he re-adjusted his hand position, placed his hands on both my under thighs, lifted them up so that my pussy was at a better angle for him to enter while I leaned back and held myself up on my arms. He bit his lip as he gazed down at my glistening slit.

"You're so wet for me, princess. How bad do you want my dick in your tight little pussy?" I rolled my head back in anticipation.

"So bad, Sir, please fuck me." He finally removed his last layer, revealing his hard and throbbing cock, I licked my lips at the sight of him completely nude in front of me. I moaned quietly as he teased me with his tip, it was this moment I was beyond thankful I was on birth control. I craved him cumming inside me. I made no remarks at his slow entrance, I knew thats what he wanted from me. Suddenly he thrusted in slowly, I moaned out, hearing him sigh as he slipped in.

"You're so tight, babygirl. You feel so good around my cock." He continued a slowed pace, allowing me to adjust to his length and width. At first it felt slightly uncomfortable but was soon replaced with pure bliss.

"Sir, please go faster, " He slightly built up to a fast pace with my request. The sound of our moans and slapping skin filled the quiet apartment. His thrust grew faster and deeper, and I moaned even louder with every push. At this point I was a moaning mess, the pleasure took over from the waist down, the overflowing delight clouded my head.

"Turn around, I want your ass facing me and your stomach against the counter." He slid out of me, causing me to whine in response. "Do it, now." I followed his order and managed to rotate myself on my tits, it was cold sending small goosebumps on the surface of my skin. "Such a lovely ass." As his words distracted me, his cock slipped back into my slit, hitting deeper than the last time. I cried out in pleasure, stretching my arms out attempting to reach for something. All of a sudden the sound of glass hitting the floor could be heard, I knocked the glass full of champagne off the counter.

"Fuck Ben, I'm sorry." I managed to get out between breaths as I used my hand to push behind me on his chest. All he did in response was grab my wrist and pin it behind my back.

"I don't care, don't think about it babygirl." He sped up once again, now grabbing a fistful of my hair. My legs started to weaken from all the pleasure, I couldn't control any sounds that left my mouth. I barely had a grip on my surroundings either. "Shit baby, I'm close." His teeth clenched together, grunting as he continued the pace.

"Cum in me Sir, fill me up." I attempted to push him over, and I succeeded. Feeling his warm cum release inside me. After a few sloppy thrusts, he pulled himself out.

"Now it's time for you baby." He lowered his face to my cum dripping pussy, licking a strip from my clit to my opening, pressing his tongue into my slit. I groaned as his tongue thrusted in and out, it was significantly more exciting to me that he had quite recently came inside me and is currently licking it up. I didn't require substantially more attention to cum, I was already close when he was fucking me with his dick.

"Sir, I'm close." I moaned.

"Not yet baby." He muffled against my pussy. I rolled my eyes as I attempted to not cum. His tongue removed from me, now standing and inserting two fingers. Curling them with every moan, he harshly pulled up and down causing an intense amount of pleasure. I was bound to cum at this point.

"Sir, p-please, let me" I couldn't finish the sentence without stuttering on my moans, "let me cum, please."

"Now, babygirl." And with his reaffirming words, I let myself release around his fingers, urging them with both our cum joined. "Face me." I pitifully pivoted, looking at his fingers he held at my face level. "Suck." I eagerly took his fingers in my mouth. Sucking and enjoying our tastes together, once I licked all the wetness from his fingers he sighed as he removed them from my mouth. "You better to go tidy yourself up, sweetheart." His voice was presently delicate as we ogled at one another, flushed from our recent climaxes.

"Wheres your room?" My voice was strained and tired from the many moans I recited.

"Down the hall, second room on the left." I let myself down from the counter, to my surprise he snaked his hand behind my neck, pulling me in for a soft kiss. I blushed before I slightly wobbled to his room.

It was the following morning, I laid in his bed, naked whilst enveloped by his white sheets. I didn't know what I was thinking the previous evening, however I was satisfied with my result. The washroom entryway was open, enabling me to watch Ben wash himself in the steamy and glass doored shower. I had no desire to go home. I heard the water stop, signaling me that he would be emerging any moment. The shower door accompanied the silence that now filled the room.

"When do you want me to go home?" I called to him, tracing imaginary shapes on the sheets.

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Goodbye Love (b.h.)

Summary: two years of loving memories has a way of going up in flames and it might be time to say goodbye.

A/N: another ben imagine that’s super fucking angsty. you all can thank RENT for that since this was inspired by ‘Goodbye Love’ from Act 2. high recommend listening to it while reading and yes, there will be a part 2!!

At 10 pm on a Friday, the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Ben, was quiet. It didn’t feel the same without him. Hell, it didn’t feel the same when he was there. It stopped feeling as if it were warm and welcoming after his birthday. A month of falling into a routine that had no meaning to it.

A month of him not saying the words ‘I love you’ to you. It had been nagging at you for weeks and you knew you had to talk to him. But he was in LA for an awards show and it’s not like you could hop on a plane and confront him.

“That’s exactly what you should do.” Y/B/F/N told you. “This is eating you alive, Y/N. You need to know where you stand. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” She added. “I don’t think there’s anything to fix though. This might just be the end for us.” You said, your eyes beginning to water. “Then you need to go to LA and tell him. It’s not a conversation you can have over the phone.” She said.

You sat there, messing with the strings on your hoodie. Going to LA meant having to come to terms with the fact that your relationship could be over.

From your end, you were completely head over heels for Ben. You loved him with every fiber of your being but recently it didn’t feel as if he felt the same. At the beginning, it was random texts throughout the day, him just telling you how much he cared about you and how much he loved you. Then come the middle of January, those four words stopped being said all together.

“Y/N,” Y/B/F/N started. “You need to go.” She added. You looked at her before nodding your head.

You then bought the next flight out of London to LA. You didn’t pack much, just a small backpack because you figured you weren’t going to be there long. You spent the entire flight contemplating just what you were going to say to him. Of course you were willing to fight for your relationship because of how much you loved him. But if he wasn’t willing to fight for you back, there wasn’t much you could do. You hoped him seeing you would make him realize just how real this was.

The plane landed at around 10 am, knowing he’d be up getting ready for the show that night and you ordered an Uber to take you to Ben’s hotel. You knew which one he was staying at because he left you an itinerary in case you needed to get ahold of him. The whole drive you were preparing yourself to go back to the UK, not being with Ben anymore. And the thought of that happening broke your heart.

You were already an emotional mess when the car stopped in front of the hotel. Your eyes were watering as you walked up to the front desk and put on a fake smile for the receptionist.

“Hi there. I’m looking for Ben Hardy’s room. I’m his girlfriend Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You told her. “Ah yes, he had us send you our itinerary.” She said. You smiled and nodded your head. “He’s in room 2113 on the tenth floor.” She added. Saying a small thank you, you made your way towards the elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor.

You assumed that Joe and Gwilym would most likely be in Ben’s room, along with him and that made your nerves skyrocket. You felt as if you were going to pass out. Just the thought of ending a two year relationship with Ben made you nauseous.

Stepping out of the elevator, your eyes scanned the room numbers for 2113. Though your vision began to blur because of the tears that were already starting to form.

You noticed his room and came to a small stop in front of it. You slowly lifted your hand to knock before the door opened. You jumped back slightly when you were met with Joe.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” He asked, immediately bringing you in for a hug. When he let you go, he saw the look on your face and his expression softened. “What’s wrong?” He added, clearly concerned. Before you were even able to say one vowel, Ben appeared behind him. “Y/N?” He questioned.

You just looked at him making what you needed to do a hundred times harder. “I’ll leave you guys to it.” Joe interjected walking away. “Uh, come in.” Ben said, wanting to know why you just randomly came to LA.

“Is everything okay? Are you okay?” He asked as you walked ahead of him. You turned around and he saw the tears in your eyes. Ben’s face fell as your bottom lip began to tremble. “What are you doing here? Did you change your mind about coming tonight?” Ben asked, hopefully. “No.” You started.

You closed your eyes tightly, letting the tears fall from your eyes. “I just came to say goodbye.” You finished. “W-What do you mean?” He stammered. “I’m here to say goodbye.” You repeated. “Y/N, why?” Ben asked stepping towards you.

“Ben, you haven’t told me you loved me in two months.” You said, finally looking into his green eyes. “We’ve been acting more like friends who see each other in passing than a couple. You’re barely home, which I get because it’s for your career and I am so so proud of you. But, when you’re not filming or doing press, you’re not home. You don’t bother to ask how I’m doing. If you did, you would have known that I got my residency at one of London’s top hospitals. Or that my parents got divorced. You don’t see me anymore.” You added, the last part coming out as a choked sob.

It was Ben’s turn to let tears fall, hearing how neglected you felt. “I never stopped loving you, but I think you stopped loving me.” You concluded. “No, no, Y/N. Don’t do this, please.” Ben begged, his hands resting on your shoulders, You averted his gaze by looking off to the side. “Please, don’t leave me. Please.” He added.

During all of his begging, he was still missing the four words you needed to hear to make everything okay. You looked up at him, hurt etched all over your face. “You still won’t say it, Ben.” You said. You backed away from him, his hands falling to his sides, before making your way towards the door.

“Goodbye, love.” You cried before exiting the hotel room. You hastily made your way down the hall before running back into Joe. “Y/N,” He started. “I was just leaving.” You muttered, weaving past him. Joe watched you walk back down the hall before turning his gaze towards Ben’s room.

Ben stood there after his entire life just slipped through his fingers. He loved you more than anything in this world and he didn’t realize he hadn’t said it in so long and he didn’t know it would have such an affect on you.

“What the hell happened?” Joe asked entering the room. “She’s gone.” Ben answered. “What are you talking about?” He questioned again. “Y/N left me. She came here to say goodbye.” Ben further explained. “I didn’t tell her I loved her enough and I didn’t even think to ask about how school was going for her.” He added. “You know, she got a residency at a top hospital in London.” He continued. “I know, Ben. She told all of us because she was so excited but you weren’t home when she found out.” Joe told him.

Ben looked up at his friend, before sinking onto the bed. “What have I done?” He muttered. “You can’t let her go, Ben. She loves you but you need to show it.” Joe said sitting next to him. Ben put his head in his hands before letting out a strained sob.

As the two sat in silence, Joe’s phone rang. “Hello? Yeah, we’ll be right there.” He answered before saying a few ‘okays’ and then hanging up. “We’re going to lunch to celebrate the nominations.” He told the blonde sitting next to him. “I don’t feel like going.” Ben said. “I understand that, Ben but if you’re not going, you better be running after Y/N. If you don’t, she’ll know you’re done for good.” Joe advised him.

But was it too late for him to chase after you? Had you already given up on the possibility of you and Ben mending your relationship?

“You’re right.” Ben said standing up. He grabbed his phone off of the bedside table, dialing your best friend’s phone number. “You have some nerve calling me.” She answered. “I fucked up, I know. I need you to tell me when Y/N’s flight boards.” Ben said getting to the point.

The sniffling coming from Ben didn’t go unnoticed by Y/B/F/N. She sighed on the other end before replying. “It doesn’t board until 7:45 tonight. She did that so she wouldn’t have to see you on the red carpet if things went bad. Which I’m guessing they did or you wouldn’t be calling me.” She said.

“Did she talk to you?” Ben asked. “If you can call her incoherently sobbing into the phone ‘talking’.” She replied. That just added on to the guilt Ben was already feeling. “Thanks Y/B/F/N.” He said. “Fix this, Hardy. I love Y/N but I don’t want to fix the damage you’ll cause.” She told him before hanging up.

Ben locked his phone before shoving it in his pocket. “What are you going to do?” Joe asked. “I’m going to get my girl back.” Ben answered, as he exited the hotel room.

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