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With Every Heartbeat Pt.2 - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N; Hello everybody!!! wow, I am so sorry for having this delayed for so long. First and foremost, I want to apologise for not having the best ending? if it’s not so great, I am super sorry! I hope my other work can suffice. The abrupt ending is due to me falling ill. both me and Cel have fallen sick, Cel is slowly getting better though! Also, secondly, if you guys would like to request anything, let us know! Our ask box is always open and ready for any requests. If you would like to be tagged in any of our work, please let us know!! I hope you enjoy!!! Words; 2.5k

!! Part 1 !!

Peter..?

Fluttering my eyes opened, I found myself in front of Peter. Taking a glance around the room, I saw Beakers and periodic table posters, and Chemical Formulas written on the whiteboard. Science class? But how? Wasn't I just-

“Y/N, are you even paying attention?” Peters voice whispered from across the table. My eyes landing on his, realising yet again just how naturally beautiful he is. I took the moment that I had to analyse his face. His jaw wasn’t chiseled, nor was it sharp, but at some angles, it would seem like it was. His nose was shaped perfectly, and I could find no fault. When he smiles, the wrinkles he gets beside his eye are the most cutest little lines in this world, those next to the ones he gets when he smiles.

And his eyes. His beautiful, brown, doe eyes. I could look into them for that long, I'd get lost. When the sun shines in his eye, I see stars. Stars? Streaks of the sun? Either way, I've never seen somebody's eyes more beautiful.

“Y/N? Come to earth Y/N!” Seeing Pete’s hand wave in front of my face, I snapped out of my trance. He smiled at me, and then furrowed his eyebrows only slightly. “Are you okay? You seem really out of it.” He sounded worried. I felt my heart pound, and hit my chest repeatedly.

A sudden feeling got to me. Something wasn't right. Getting up out of my chair, much to the teachers dismay, I pushed past Peter, and everybody else. Where was I going? I let my legs take me to wherever they wanted me to go, headed into the direction of the door. I made my way over to the door of the classroom, opening it.

I can't see anything past the frame. All I see is white. Too afraid to step out into the white abyss, I closed the door. When I turned around, I felt fear hit me like a tsunami. 

“Peter?” Walking further into the classroom, my heart continued to beat faster and harder. Pounding until it was the only thing I could hear. “Ned?! Liz?! Michelle?!” Feeling my heart sink down to my feet, a familiar feeling, I reached out once more. “Betty..?” Feeling tears well up in my eyes, I kept searching around the classroom. Walking to the other door that was on the other end of the room, I put my hand on the door knob and turning it, I felt wind creep up my neck.

“Y/N.” Before I could push the door open, I heard Ned’s voice behind me. Ned? Turning around, it wasn’t Ned. It was Peter. “Oh my god, Pete.” Letting go of the door, I ran myself towards him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, hugging him as tight as I could. “God, I thought I lost you..” Sniffling as a tear strolled down my cheek, I caught a whiff of his cologne. He smelt nice. Is that creepy? Yeah, that’s creepy…

Peter, instead of hugging me back, put his hands on my shoulders and then pushed me back. As much as I wanted to resist, I was confused, so I didn’t really react well. “Pete, are you okay?”

“Why won’t you wake up?” His voice echoed throughout the empty classroom. Furrowing my eyebrows, I wiped away the stray tears that made their way down to my chin. Shaking my head, I looked down to my feet, then back up to him.

“Pete, what do you mean? I-I’m right here!” Laughing wearily, my smile and heart dropped when I saw his own eyes well up, his bloodshot eyes only now being present. His hair had been messy, like he’s ran his fingers through his hair a million times, something he does when he’s stressed out, near on the verge of pulling out his own hair.

“It’s been two days, Y/N please.. Just wake up.” Hearing his voice so broke, so fragile and vulnerable, it tore my heart to a million pieces. I felt my knees buck, and my knees hit the ground. Peter wasn’t in front of me anymore. “Why did you have to go out there?” As he spoke, I heard him sniffle afterwards. “Who were you even looking for anyway?!” He raised his voice, clearly and obviously angry. He had every right to be.

“I was looking for you!” Shouting back at him, knowing he wouldn’t hear me, but I shouted nonetheless. But something didn’t make sense. Something wasn’t clicking.

“I tried…” Hearing his broken and frail voice, I listened closely. The only thing I could do at this moment. “I tried so hard to save you! But you… Do you always have to be that persistent?” I chuckled. He’s always known that I’ve been persistent and a stubborn person when someone told me what to do. I was never one to listen, unless it was something I wanted to do. Am I selfish?

“Do you know how worried I was?” Speaking into the nothingness, I shouted more. Hoping that he’d hear me. That I'd ‘wake up’. “I was worried sick! I was going out of my mind, running up the walls and digging myself into the ground, going insane looking for you!” Yelling to my heart's content, my eyes now like a waterfall, tears falling freely down my cheeks and onto the tiled floor that staged itself as a classroom.

“C’mon, kid.” An unfamiliar voice rang itself throughout the classroom. Looking up, I saw a man with dark, greased back hair, an odd looking beard, and shaded glasses on. “She still needs some time to heal, she'll wake up.” Putting his hand on Peter’s shoulder, he looked down towards me. Who is this man?

“But, Mr Stark… She’s my best friend.” His voice came across soft, quiet and gentle. But looking at him, it looks like he had been devastated for days. “I can't leave her, no, I won't.”

“Peter, I'm right here!” Getting up to my feet, having enough of this, I ran myself up to Peter, and the man who stood beside him. “Noticing that they can't see me, nor know that I'm there, I felt discouraged once more.

Wracking my brain, trying to find something to help me, I remembered what Peter said before, and what the other man did too. “Come on, Y/N, wake up.”

Not feeling anything change, I decided to give it another go, but this time, louder. “Come on, Y/N! Wake up!” Nothing. Not a damn thing was happening, nothing was changing. Thoughts of being stuck here forever crept into the front of my mind. The gut wrenching feeling in my stomach never went away, and I felt defeated. Looking up towards where Peter was, I saw him walking away.

Before he left the room, he had his hand on the door frame, turning around to look back at me. His eyes more bloodshot than before, clear dark purple bags that sat under his eyes, and the world’s most heartbreaking frown on his face.

Taking a step out of the room, he turned his back towards the room. But before he shut the door, he whispered something. Something I only just caught. “Please, I need you.”

Feeling my heart sink, break, pound against my chest, my stomach ache got worse. Feeling like I was going to be sick, I curled myself into a ball. My mind was going a million miles an hour, and I felt like I was going to pass out. I don’t want to leave my family, I don’t want to leave my friends.

Feeling more tears stream down my cheeks, a weak sob left my lips. I just want to be with my family again.

After opening my eyes, I saw a bright light. Wincing and lifting a hand to cover the light, I dragged my other hand to wipe the tears from my cheeks, Sitting up from the ball position I had myself in, I found myself in a completely different room. Different surroundings, noises, and atmosphere. The walls were made from glass, but they had structured metal poles between each to keep everything steady, and I guess it’s for the look too.

Looking behind me, I saw a heart monitor. Furrowing my eyebrows, I realised that the clip was on my finger, monitoring my heart. But, why? I’m fine. Taking off the clip, I heard the ear piercing noise the machine makes when there’s no longer a heart to monitor. Slipping my legs over the side of the bed, I pressed my feet onto the floor.

Cold tiles. Some slippers would be nice… Shaking my head of the thought, I stood myself up. Hissing in pain, I sat myself back down. Pressing my hand onto my lower back, I frowned. Maybe I’m not as okay as I thought. What happened? Getting myself back up, my hand on my painful back, I pressed on.

Leaving the room and adventuring around, I tried to piece together where I was. Maneuvering from one room to another, hearing nothing, I felt eerily cold. Sighing to myself, I felt like giving up, wandering back off to the room I woke up in and just waiting for somebody else to find me.

Walking into another room, I saw that this one was more decorated, it had more of a personal touch to it. Seeing the photo frames on the drawer, I pondered over to see who were in the photos. Picking up one of the four photos that sat on the drawer, I saw somebody that looked oddly familiar. It was the man from before, the one with the weird beard in the classroom. In the photo, he stood next to a woman with long blonde hair, and they looked really happy. Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. It’s finally clicked!

“So you ditch the room where you’re supposed to get better, to come and look at some photos?” Jumping at the voice behind me, I dropped the photo onto the floor. Thankfully it fell onto the rug, so nothing broke.

Kneeling down quickly to pick it up, I felt my heart beat a million miles out of my chest. When I grabbed it, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up to who it was, I honestly can’t say I was surprised. Tony Stark. Iron Man. Right here in front of me. “S-Sir I’m so sorry. I was trying to find my way around-”

“No, I don’t blame you actually. These are very interesting photos.” Hearing his sarcastic tone, I felt like curling myself into a ball. He smiled coyly down at me, so I gave him a weak chuckle. Shaking his head as he laughed gently, he leaned a hand down a hand to help me up. Reaching out my hand to grab onto his wrist, He started to speak again. “You sound so much like Pete.” Being lifted up to my feet, I stared at him wide eyed.

“Peter is here?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but then his features softened. He smiled, and then let go of my hand. Placing the hand that was on my wrist onto my shoulder, he gently moves me out of the room.

“He’s in the building.” Feeling my heart do flips, I felt a small smile creep up onto my cheeks. Iron Man, or Tony Stark, or...Mr Stark? He led me towards a room that looked like a kitchen, just much, much bigger than any other kitchen I’ve ever seen.

Looking to my right, I saw the most gorgeous view. New York in its finest, in its most beautiful form. The sun was setting, and the colour that it left the city in was breathtaking. A beautiful pink and orange tinged the sky with its beauty, making the inside of the building look somewhat similar, practically being all tile and glass.

“Mr Stark I came as soon as… you called.” Hearing another person’s voice behind me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the city. It’s beautiful. Honestly, nothing is prettier than a city view of the sunset. “Y/N?” Hearing my name, I turned around, smiling with happiness. My heart strings tore and my knees felt like they were going to give out on me at any given moment.

‘Nothing is prettier than a city view of the sunset’? I lied. Turning around and seeing Peter there, sun kissed and all made me realise. Nothing is prettier than him. In anytime of the day, night, rain hail or shine. Smiling from ear to ear, I ran myself towards Pete, launching myself into his arms.

Snuggling my head into his neck, I felt my feet touch the ground gently. “Oh my god, Y/N.” Feeling his head nest into my neck, I smiled even wider, if possible. “I thought I lost you.” Hearing him sniffle, I pulled him back. Looking at his face, he looked like he did in the classroom. Broken. But this time, he had a smile on his face.

“Well, I’m right here, Parker.” Wrapping my arms around his torso, I looked up at him. Love, adoration, hope and genuine happiness all radiating from my eyes, my body, from my everything. I hope he can feel it.

Feeling my teeth start to chatter, I only now take in the fact that I’m standing here in a hospital gown. Thankfully, it’s not one that has an open back. Pulling my arms closer to my body after letting go of Peter, I wrap my arms around myself, trying to keep myself warm.

Turning to Mr Stark, I looked hopeful up at him. “Sir, could I please get some new clothes? It’s really cold in here.” Sighing, trying my best not to sound too desperate, I dropped my bottom lip just a little bit.

Opening his mouth to speak, and then shutting it, Mr Stark smiled, shaking his head. “Parker already has that covered.” My quivering body turned itself around to see Peter, taking off his Jacket, dropping it over my shoulders. The warmth from his body radiated from the jacket, leaving my shoulders in wrapped in nothing but safety, and heat.

Looking up at Peter, I smiled a wide loving smile. Leaning up on my tippy toes, I pressed my lips against his cheek. Seeing his cheeks have a bright blush spread across his cheeks, I giggled. “Alright, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” Hearing Mr Stark’s voice leave the room, I chuckled to myself.  

“What does he mean by Lovebir-” Before I could finish my sentence, I felt something press against my lips. My eyes opened wide, realising that it was Peter.

Before I could fully register what was happening, he pulled away, his cheeks as red as ever. “I’m sorry, I just had to do it.” Hearing the anxiety in his voice, I just wanted to grab him, tell him it was okay. But he cut in before I could muster a word. “I just couldn’t bare the thought of losing you again just, it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while? I don-”

Before he could continue, I took a page out of his book and cut him off. By kissing him back.

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One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

“Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

“Come here.  Let me fix it.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Take my seat.”

“I saved a piece for you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You can have half.”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Can I have this dance?”

“I made your favourite.”

“It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Watch your step.”

“Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“You can borrow mine.”

“You might like this.”

“It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.”

“Look both ways.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“Try some.”

“Drive safely.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“One more chapter.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“It looks good on you.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“That’s okay, I bought two.”

“After you.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I like your laugh.”

“Don’t cry.”

“I made this for you.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Is this okay?”

“I picked these for you.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“What do you want to watch?”

“You can go first.”

“Did you get my letter?”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have fun.”

“Sit down, I’ll get it.”

“I made reservations.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“There is enough room for both of us.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Wow.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I’ll pick it up after work.”

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“It’s two sugars, right?”

“I’ll help you study.”

“Stay over.”

“I did the dishes.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“I bought you a ticket.”

“You’re warm.”

“No reason.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Take mine.”

“We can share.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I want you to have this.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“Is your seatbelt on?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”

“The key is under the mat.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re important too.”

“I saved you a seat.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“I noticed.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I believe in you.”

“You can do it.”

“Good luck.”

“I brought you an umbrella.”

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Be careful.”

  And…

  100.  “I love you.”

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With Every Heartbeat Pt.1 - Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: You and Peter have been best friends since the beginning of High School, and you two are known to be inseparable. When you’re alone, no sight or word of where Peter is, you just can’t sit still.

A/N: Hello!! It’s Val! I am so sorry that we haven’t posted recently. I’ve been too tough on myself and I haven’t been in the mood to write lately. Thankfully! I began to start this up last night, and I am somewhat proud of my work. So I hope that you enjoy, and I hope you like it! Also, part two will hopefully be coming soon, if you guys like this enough! Okay bye!! Also!! I’ll be tagging those in Part 2 that ask~! Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged!!

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!! Part 2 !!

Packing the books that I needed out from my locker and into my bag, I locked my locker for the last time today, and headed out of the school. Making my way down to a cafe somewhat nearby, I plugged in my earphones, pushed them into my ear, and pressed play on my music. As my music started to play and ring throughout my ears, I smiled widely, and started to tap my foot against the cafe floor. Looking out the window, I saw people pass by. Some looked like they were dressed like they were ready for a royal wedding, and some dressed casual. Closing my eyes, enjoying the little world that I’ve created in my mind, I smiled, only dancing slightly. All that filled my mind was School, and Peter. Silly, isn't it? That you know somebody for a handful of years and you know how they are, their likes and dislikes, and what feels like everything about them. It’s also silly that after these handful of years, my feelings for Peter haven’t dulled. Opening my eyes once more, I saw that nothing was really the same.

What happened? People were running around, screaming, trying their best to hide, or get the hell out of here. Not knowing what was going on, I grabbed my backpack, and walked out of the Cafe. I’m not a superhero, I’m no Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, or Spider-Man, but if I could do something to help, I’d at least try. Even if I could save somebody by just leading them elsewhere, I would.

As I got outside of the building, I saw that the building just across from the Cafe had been torn into. Not knowing what’s come over me, I began to grip my backpack. I didn’t take the time to look around and see what else was going on before I ran into the building that currently had a giant hole in it.

What am I doing? I’m not a hero, I don’t have any powers, and I’m not strong. I don’t have any strong points, why am I here? I can’t bring anything to the battlefield. Feeling doubt and anxiety thrive and beat throughout my whole body, unable to control it. But instead of turning back, listening to my gut and my doubt, I kept going, running into this building with no plan, no strength and no wits about me. Just worry, anxiety, and fear. Headed up a flight of stairs, I see a girl in the corner of the stairs, wrapping her arms around her knees. I ran myself up to her, putting my arm on her shoulder and asked her what was wrong. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at me and then whimpered, looking to the door upstairs. Furrowing my eyebrows, I straightened out my legs as I stood, walking up a few more steps. When I got in front of the door, I turned around to see if the girl was still there. I’m can’t tell if I’m thankful that she isn’t here or not, but she isn’t there. She either doesn’t want to see me make a fool out of myself, or she’s afraid of what might come out from the door. Putting my hand on the door knob, I twist it to open the door. Before I could push it open, something with incredible force had made a massive impact on the door, dinting it indefinitely. A scream leaving my lips as I took large, staggering steps backwards, my eyes widened as my heart began to beat a million miles an hour.

“Is everyone okay out there?” I can’t tell who it is speaking, but I nod. Forgetting the person can’t see me, I shook my head, realising what an idiot I am. “Y-Yes! Are you?” Hearing my voice shake, I didn’t sound like I was okay. I definitely didn’t feel like it, but I didn’t want the person to worry. Hearing the door knob jiggle but the door not move, I figured that it was jammed. “Hey, stand back!” Hearing the person shout again, before I could ask why, another loud crash. Shielding my head with my arms, I closed my eyes and flinched away from the door.

Slowly lifting my head to find the one and only Captain America standing in the frame of the door. “Are you okay? You aren't hurt?” He says as he looks me over, checking to see if i was, indeed, okay.

Nodding my head slowly, in shock. I didn't trust my voice at this time. I knew if I was to say something, then I would have screwed it up.

“Alright, well we’ve gotta get out of here.” While Captain America kept talking, my mind wandered off to Peter. He wasn't out here was he? Could he be hurt? Not knowing where your best friend, and crush, is while shit like this is happening, it's utterly gut wrenching and heart crushing.

Fishing out my phone from my pocket, before the Avenger could stop me and help me out of the soon to cave building, I called Peter.

“Come on, Peter…Pick up..” tapping my foot on the floor, my heart racing with every ring of the phone line that went though, a sign that he wasn't there, or he just wasn't picking up. “Come on, Parker!” Yelling a bit too loud, my heart felt like it was about to break out of my chest, my stomach and my heart fall down to my feet.

Hearing the call drop, I felt like curling up into a little ball and sleeping. Anything to get out of this situation. “Ma’am, we have to leave this building, now.” Hearing the Avenger’s voice above me, I looked up with teary eyes.

“O-okay..” a pout on my lips and my heart sunk down to my feet, he walked me towards the hole in the wall, and we just stood there, three stories up. “Excuse me, but how do you expect us to get down from here?”

“Hey, Queens.” Knowing that by this point, he wasn’t talking to me, I looked down. It sure was a hell of a long drop, and I'm not exactly the biggest fan of heights. If my heart hadn't fallen already, it sure would now. “Got a package here for you to pick up.”

Not taking notice of the Avengers words after he spoke, when I felt his hand on my lower back and starting to push, my eyes widened, trying to hold onto what little was left of the wall. “Are you insane!!” Yelling as I tried to stop myself from falling, he stopped and looked at me.

“You just need to trust me.” Looking at him with Confusion and fear, I was about to tell him like hell I'd trust him because he's trying to push me off of a ledge, but as I was about to, I fell off of said ledge.

A yelp left my lips as I felt the cold, dusty and ashy air drift through my hair, almost deadly certain my phone fell out of my pockets, but that benign the least of my worries.

Feeling like I was plummeting to my death, I felt my eyes well up with tears, thoughts of my mum and my dad drifting into my mind, my siblings and my best friends. Everyone that I hold so close to my heart. Peter… Seeing them all come to the front of my mind, I felt incredibly burdened. I didn’t want to die. I don’t want to die. A whimper left my lips as I felt a great force push me into the other direction.

“Don't worry! I’ve got you...Ma’am!” Hearing a rather spry voice, my eyes fluttered open. As best as they could, anyway. Still drifting in the wind, dust and air got into my eyes, making it unbelievably hard to see.

Deciding on the best option, I wrapped my arms around whoever’s shoulders these were, and tucked my head on their chest, shielding my eyes.

Feeling my feet touch the ground, I felt like I could finally open my eyes. My legs were wobbly, due to all of the shock and fear that coursed through my body in the last 5 minutes. I could only just barely keep my legs straight, pressing my back against the wall.

Seeing red boots in front of me, I looked up. Not only finding out that they weren't just boots, they were a whole body suit, I also found out that it was the Spider-Man who saved me. There he was, right in front of me. “Are you okay?” He asked softly.

I nodded my head, still trying to catch my breath. Looking up into the white parts of his masks, which were to help him see I presume, I tried my best to muster up a smile. “Thank you, so much. I-I thought I was going to, um...” My heart felt like it was lodged in my throat. Seeing this Spider-Guy in front of me, and how he went out of his way to save me, I felt incredibly thankful.

Lurching myself forward, I hugged him, hopefully expressing the words that I couldn’t before. Feeling the shock and fear wear off on my body rather slowly, all I felt was comfort, and safety, being in the arms of this man. It was odd.But it didn't matter that I didn't know who this man was, he saved my life.

Letting go of Spider-Man as he began to hug me back, I dusted off of my clothes. And then, a sudden thought came to my mind. Without thinking, my mouth worked on it own. “Hey! Do you think you could help me find somebody?” I asked, sounding incredibly desperate.

“I-I’m not sure, ma’am.” Hearing the uncertainty in his voice, and one of his Spider-Eyes go smaller than the other as his head tilted, showing me he was confused.

“Please! He’s super important to me, and I don't know what I would do without him.” Frowning, and moving to try and wear off my sadness, I paced back and forth. Only when I saw Spider-Man in front of me again, I spoke up once more, my voice breaking. “I have to find him. I don’t know what I would do with myself if I didn't do anything and he got hurt.”

Hearing the sadness in my own voice, I shook my head. This man is here to save lives, multiple. Not just one. “You know what, I'm sorry. You seem a bit busy, I'll go and find him myself.”

Turning on my heels and starting to run down the Alley he dropped us down in, I turned back around to Spider-Man, seeing he was still there. I smiled and waved at him. “Thank you, Spider-Man! For saving me.”

“No problem!” Only now hearing how familiar his voice sounded, before I could pinpoint anyone, he sprung up like a bunny rabbit, landed on the side of the wall and off he went. So, so did I.

My feet beginning to get sore after running around for a while, gravel in my shoes, and my backpack pull of bags weighing me down. Stripping my bag off my shoulders, I dropped it to the floor.

For a split second, I thought of how much the books would cost, having lost them, but my mind, unsurprisingly went back to Peter. Not being too far from the action now, I got even more and more scared.

Getting my shit together, I breathed in a deep breath, and did my best to run faster. Feeling my feet leave the ground once more, and a pull on my clothes, I looked around confused. My eyes landed on the spider webs that were attached to my clothes, pulling me up. Looking up to see Spider-Man sat up on top of a bent metal pole, I yelled in anger.

“Would you put me down!!” Starting to kick the air, I swung myself around in the air. He might have control over the situation right now, but I can still screw with him. Well, try.

“You're going to get yourself hurt!” He grunted as he continued to pull me up by his web. His, surprisingly and shockingly strong web.

Before we could say anything else, I saw a large shadow cast over the both of us. Looking to the right of Spider-Man, I saw a singular car door being launched right towards him.

“Hey, watch out!!” Alas, I was too late. He looked up to see what it was, but it crashed into the side of him, launching him off of the metal pole, me dropping with him.

I wasn't all that far off of the ground, so I didn't suffer any injuries. Looking around to find where he landed, I saw that he wasn't too far from me. Picking myself up, I ran towards him, looking him over. His suit had scratches and holes in it. Seeing the deep red liquid either dry, or seeping out from the cuts that's caused those tears.

“Hey, hey are you okay?” Tapping the side of his face repeatedly, I kept looking him over. Before I could see any more cuts, his head started to move, showing me he was alive, at least. If he was okay? It's a different question. I can't see his face, I don't know what he's feeling! Smiling to myself, I sighed in relief. At least he was alive. Dropping my head onto his shoulder, my smile got bigger. “Thank god. You're alive.”

“Yeah, but at what cost.” Hearing the grunt and pain in his voice, I felt bad. But I couldn't help but laugh. But then it hit me. The voice, that saying. Lifting my head up from the man’s shoulder, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Tilting my head, side to side, I tried my best to look at his facial features underneath the mask.

“Pe-” Before I could get his name out, I felt something sharp sting my back. After a couple of seconds, it didn't feel like a sting anymore. It felt like a bone breaking, Hell inducing pain.

Bellowing over in pain, I felt my eyes sting with tears, and hot, thick blood seep from my back, trickle down to my stomach due to my body being bent over. The man in front of me held my shoulders to steady my body, to keep me from falling flat on my face. Whimpering in pain, I tried my best to breathe.

My best wasn't doing so well, because I started to hyperventilate. “No, no no!” The man in front in red, black and blue started to panic. I could hear it in his voice. “No this cannot be happening!!” He started to get angrier, but he held such fear in his voice. “Cap! Mr Stark! You have to get down here!”

Why was he yelling? And why did it sound like he was going to cry? All I could feel was pain. It started in my back, sure, but now? All that hurts is my heart. I felt it being twisted and pulled. It hurt. Why?

“No, no!” Feeling my body being shaken, my heavy eyelids lifted to look up to Spider-Man. “You have to stay awake, okay? Y/N! Come on! You have to stay awake! Please!” Hearing his shaky voice bleed into my ears, I couldn't keep my eyes open for much longer.

“I can't lose you, no!” Falling forward onto the chest of the familiar voiced man, I felt the darkness overtake my body. “Y/N!”

Peter..?

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Marry You - Gwilym Lee x Reader

Synopsis: Love of his life - just ask him one question!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Just an insecure gwil aghh   ----   can be read as gender-neutral!reader i think!

A/N: heY THERE it’s cel! sorry for being absent! we’ve been busy tbh and just hadn’t been in the mood to write - val is writing something currently and im figuring out what else to do? so if you have suggestions, plEASE send them through our ask! i hope you enjoy! i also enjoy constructive criticism - please tell me ways i can improve!

I was nervous, to say the least. Gwil and I had discussed it before, the thought of him proposing. He said he wouldn’t mind if I proposed either - it just shows that I’d want to stay with him for the rest of my life, visa versa. I’d planned to propose soon - I’d even got him a simple silver band to wear wherever he liked.

But, Gwil had been acting strange lately, sort of distancing himself from me, not wanting to cuddle me while we’re trying to sleep - even though he knows I need to cuddle something while I try to sleep, otherwise it’s a shocking sleep for me. It’s strange, he’s always been a cuddly person - latching into me whenever possible.

I’m quite concerned, he hasn’t done this since we began dating. He’d hide himself from me, to try to not get attached to me, so I didn’t know his darkest secrets. He didn’t do very well at doing that, since one night when I stayed at his, he told me almost everything about him because, and I quote ‘You looked way too cute in your pyjamas and I couldn’t stop myself from talking, it was like you slipped me a truth serum.’

He’s bad at keeping things to himself.

But he’d gotten better at hiding things from me since he wasn’t expressing himself with me lately.

Nonetheless, he’s going to spill what’s wrong inside his pretty little head of his, one way or another.

-

I’d found him sitting on the couch in the lounge-room, head in his hands, leaning on the arm of the couch.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I ask, sliding next to him, placing a loving hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me, pain in his eyes, dread and the love once deep in them seemed to be lost. “Love, you can talk to me, you remember that, right?”

“You love me, right?”

“Of course. Why would you think otherwise?” I look at him with a frown, listening intently to his answer.

“I don’t know, I just think you could do way better than me. I’m insecure about my abilities to be a good boyfriend, for some reason, I see so many different depictions of boyfriends on the telly or in real life, and I don’t compare. I’m barely home, I don’t do much around the house because I’m sleeping, I don’t-” I cut him off by placing my lips on his, grabbing his face in my hands, putting as much love and soul I can put into a kiss. I pull away, him chasing my lips in the progress, he opens his eyes with a small pout and a whine.

“I love you so much. I would never be able to do better than you, because no one can deal with my fucked-up-ness. You’re kind, sweet, lovely to me. You love me in many ways, in ways that I can’t love myself. You love all of me. I love all of you. You’re barely home because you’re working, doing something you love - acting, need I remind you?” I begin to play with the hair atop his head, the brown wavy hair that I also love so much.

“You played Brian May in one of the biggest movies of last year, you did an amazing Australian romantic comedy, one that premiered at Sundance and all around Australia, which I loved, by the way, sweetheart, I loved seeing your fluffy hair and scruffy beard. You’ve been doing so much more projects lately, I can’t count them all!” I pause to see the sad smile on his face. I place my hand on his cheek, bringing him to look at me. “You should never doubt your abilities to be a good boyfriend. You try your hardest, and that’s all I could ask for, from you, my Love.”

I see the glint of happiness in his eyes - one that I’ve needed lately. This might be the only candid time I will be able to do this. I won’t need to set up anything extravagant or plan anything - just me, him, and one question.

“Hold on, babe.” I press a chaste kiss to his lips and run to our room. He lets out a small whine as I hear him thump back into the couch.

I run into our shared bedroom, rummaging around my underwear drawer, trying to find the small black box. I find it with an almost silent ‘ah-hah’, opening to check the ring was still in there.

A simple gold band, nothing fancy, just something to signify my love for this man in my home. Our home.

I didn’t hear Gwilym come to our room, I didn’t hear the footsteps I normally would hear, but with my heart almost pounding out of my chest, I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts.

I smile at the ring, closing the box and then my drawer. I spin around on the tips of my toes and see Gwil standing there with a goofy smile. I gasp and hide the box behind my back, but knowing him, he’d understand what it is in a heartbeat.

“What you got there, Love?” He begins to walk towards me, I begin to walk backward until I hit the drawers.

“Uh-” I push out a nervous laugh. I didn’t bother getting down on one knee, didn’t want to seem shorter than I already am. Gwil was always towering over me, no matter what shoes I wear, this was just another one of those situations.

I stand on my tippy toes, wrapping one arm around his neck, pulling him down to press another kiss to his lips. I slide my hand down his neck and onto his jaw, pulling away slightly, to utter those few words. The few words that might change my life forever.

“Gwilym Lee, will you marry me?” I pull away and open the box once again, but this time it’s facing him. He lets out a chuckle, grabbing the box from my hands.

“Isn’t this my job?” he gestures to the box, lifting the ring out. “To ask this life-changing question? To ask you to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“You told me once that you were okay with either asking. It’s someone asking you to marry them because they love you. I love you enough to ask you to marry me, because I’m confident you love me enough to want to marry me, too.” I give him a confident smile, but that smile turned into a nervous one as soon as I heard how cocky it sounded.

“Well, at least I hope you love me enough to want to marry me, because I love you enough to want to marry you, so I just want this to be a mutual agreem-” I’m cut off by Gwil’s lips on mine again, I let out a giggle as I pushed myself more into him.

He pulls away, throwing the box onto the drawers, his ring still between his thumb and index. He hands it to me as he mutters one word.

“Yes.”

“Yes? Yes - meaning you love me? Or yes - meaning you’ll marry me?” I ask, hope extremely evident in my voice. He nods, laughing.

“Yes to both, you idiot.” I push the golden band onto his ring finger, letting out a small squeal as I jump into his grasp. He holds me to his body, his hands on my thighs and my arms around his neck.

“Oh my god, we’re engaged, we’re getting married,” I speak in disbelief. We lock eyes with each other.

“You’re my fianceé,” Gwil muttered onto my lips. “And I’m yours.” He presses multiple kisses to my lips, walking us over to the bed. He lets me go and I land - almost - gracefully, I forgot to let my arms go, so he got pulled down too, on the messy bed from the night before. “Wait here.”

He runs out of the bedroom, leaving me flustered and in the mood for anything tonight. I lean on the backs of my arms, pushing myself up so I can still see him walk through the door. He walks back in, a little black box, in his hand. I let out a loud cackle, falling back onto the bed.

“There is no way you were planning on proposing too.” I push my hands onto my face, shaking my head vigorously. He crawls over the top of me, with the ring in his hand and a smile on his face.

“I’ll marry you, only if you’ll marry me too.” Love shines through his eyes like the sun on a 35℃ degree day, who was I to say no to this man? I nod with tears in my eyes, he pushes the ring onto my finger.

“Oh my god, I love you so much.” I push my lips onto his for the umpteenth time tonight. His kiss moves to my cheek, down my jaw to the spot behind my ear. I grab at his neck, again and again, pulling him down more.

“I love you so much as well. Always have.”

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I Get To Love You - Joe Mazzello x Reader

Synopsis: Wedding jitters suck.

Word Count: 1.7k - short one but fluffy one.

Warnings: none! just cutesy stuff I think - i hope AHAH

A/N: Hiya, it’s Cel, back with another one I guess. I hope you guys enjoy it, this has been in my head for a bit, but I haven’t been able to type it out. It’s kinda crappy but I think everything I write is crappy so oh well. Enjoy! :)

I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection, smoothing out my chiffon dress as others rushed around me. Some were yelling at others to grab a makeup brush from the table, or a comb or even some false eyelashes, some were drinking glasses of champagne and the others were fixing my dress along with me. My best friend fixed up a strand of my hair, her beautiful wine red dress flowing to the floor, the twists of the straps were gorgeous, the shade of the dress complimented her skin colour so well.

“So, you ready?”

I’d been asked that question a lot lately, and more times than I’d like to admit, I’ve said perfect, but I’m not. I thought I’d be ready, that’s what I’d been saying this whole time. Now that I come to think of it, I may not be ready. I might not be ready to give my life away to this man. My thoughts come into play, the anxiety creeping onto my face didn’t go unnoticed by her either. She looks at me with a frown.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

I began to tear up, what happens if he doesn’t love me anymore? What happens if our love dies out and we split? What happens if I get pregnant and he doesn’t want the kid? I began to breathe erratically, I fan my face with my hand as a means to try to stop the tears. I feel her leave my side for a few seconds, coming back with a paper fan, trying to blow air at my face to stop the tears. I close my eyes, trying to will away the fear, but it keeps crawling back into my head, my throat almost closes up.

“What if he doesn’t actually want to stay with me?” I breathe, grabbing the fan off of her, fanning myself faster, harder. “What happens if he’s just saying all this? What happens if he doesn’t actually love me-” She grabs at my shoulders, pulling me up so I’m able to look her in the eye.

“If he doesn’t love you, then why’d he help you plan the wedding?” I look at her eyes, flickering back and forth between the determined gaze. “Why’d he pick out your rings?” I try to speak, nothing comes out. “If he didn’t love you, why did he call you last night, while he was in his own hotel room with his mates, to say that he’s ready to get married to you? That he loves you? That he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you?”

“I-” I’m at a loss for words, not knowing what to say to that.

“Get him on the phone now!” She yells to someone, making my eyes widen.

“Wait, no- don’t!”

“He’ll reassure you, my darling,” She pauses and grabs the phone from one of the girls grasps. “Hi there, darl, could you please tell Y/N that she’s being completely irrational, that you do want to marry her, otherwise we wouldn’t be here if you didn’t?” She nods once as she hands the phone to me. I shakily pick up the phone, placing it to my ear.

“Hi,” I reply meekly, not knowing what to say. I sigh when I begin to hear his voice. I let out a shaky breath.

“Hi sweetheart, are you okay?” His smooth, velvety voice rings through my ears, his accent calming me down almost immediately

“Just a bit jittery, I guess,” I nervously chuckle, pressing the back of my hand to my forehead in attempts to focus my breathing. My nerves had calmed down a little bit, but they were still prevalent in my mind.

“Hey, just remember I love you, so much, and I can’t, and I cannot stress this enough, wait to marry you.” I let out a small laugh at his statement, my nerves flying out the window, hopefully, to never be seen again.

“Sorry for calling you, I didn’t want them to but-”

“You were freaking out, which is okay, pre-wedding jitters suck apparently, I understand. But I do love you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He sighs through the phone in content, he’s happy, he’s happy to marry me. “I bet you look beautiful.”

“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” I whisper, a small giggle leaving my lips. “You’ll see in about half an hour. If you don’t cry, I’ll sue.” I let out another laugh as I hear a ‘pfft’ come from the other line.

“And ruin my reputation? Darling, no way,” He laughs. I hear muffled voices, hearing Joe say a few ‘yeps’. “Alright my love, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you at the altar?”

“Of course you will. I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

We hang up and as I place the phone down on the table beside me I giggle, looking back in the mirror. I saw a much happier version of myself. A version of myself who was ready to finally wed the man I love. The man I’ve loved for 3 years. The man who proposed to me on a night out on the town, on our 2 year anniversary, stopping in front of a McDonalds to get down on one knee. The man who made me bawl my eyes out before I said yes.

I was ready. I was ready to marry him, I was ready to become Y/N Mazzello.

Joe would completely deny that he cried when I walked down the altar with my father, even though the video cameras caught it all. He would deny that he cried when I stood next to him, my beauty shining in his face (his words) and wiped a tear away from his cheek, his face rosy and almost sweaty. I let out a nervous laugh as he began his vows.

“Wow, what to say about the woman I love?” The crowd let out a collective light laugh. “I’ve loved this woman since I laid my eyes on her, when she walked into that coffee shop I was at, getting coffees for my cast mates on the way to work. I had to speak to her, she had this beauty that I didn’t expect. It was strange, I’d never felt that way before.” As Joe paused, the crowd let out some ‘awws’ to accompany the sentimental thought. “This woman before me has changed so much over the years, she’s become the best version of herself.” His eyes search mine as he places his palm over my cheek. Tears filled my eyes for the second time today, but this time was for good reason. As I close my eyes briefly, a tear falls from my eye, making me let out a small choked laugh. “Oh great, now she’s crying,” Joe laughs, wiping away the tear with his thumb.

“She’s kind, generous, beautiful and just all over a great gal.” Joe laughs, his hand gripping mine tighter, the other hand falling to my shoulder.

“I love her a lot, even when she dances weirdly in the kitchen, I’m joking-” I laugh.

“Y/N’s been there for me in times of need, want and love. She’s the love of my life. I wouldn’t be able to live without her.” I let out another sob as Joe finishes his speech. He slides the silver band on my ring finger, I begin playing with the engagement ring on my right hand with my thumb, his hands were shaky and clammy, something I wasn’t used to feeling from Joe’s hands.

“How do I even follow that up?” The crowd lets out another collective laugh. I stare into Joe’s eyes, his gorgeous chocolatey eyes, those of which I could stare at until I fall asleep.

“Joe, you’re a handful sometimes, I’ll admit that, but you’re my handful, loving, caring and did I say loving?” I let out a small chuckle, looking into his eyes. He was smiling with every aspect of his face, the crinkly eyes, the flared nostrils and of course, his gorgeous lips curved into the smile I love. “You’re so kind, so selfless and- so invested in Ben sometimes, but it’s okay because I know you love me too.” Joe lets out a cackle as he looks over to Ben to shoot a wink at him. Ben gives a finger-gun in response, with a little click from his mouth.

“When I first met you, I was surprised you’d even noticed me. I mean, you looked like a god in that coffee shop.” I laugh, the crowd joining in too. Joe looks down, bashfully, bringing his blushing gaze back to me.

“You find the light in every situation, you make me laugh in the worst possible scenarios. I love that about you. You’re a light in my darkness sometimes when I have terrible days, you don’t need to know about it, you just cuddle me until I fall asleep, or until I stop crying. You make me so happy Joe, you have given me so much happiness, I cannot thank you enough for that.” Another few tears slip down my face, Joe wiping them away as he stares at me, love, adoration and complete confidence in his decision to marry me.

“I love you so much, Joe. You’ll never be able to get rid of me at this point, boy, you’re stuck with me for life.” I let out another choked laugh, sniffling a little to try to stop the tears. “I get to love you for the rest of my life, and even life after that, because I will love you then. I will always try my best to make it back to you because you are my person.” I place the simple band on his finger as well, hands still shaky and clammy. He brings my hand to his lips, placing a smile kiss onto the finger with the band. I let out another teary chuckle, smiling widely at him.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.”

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride.”

Joe grasps my face in both of his hands, smiling as he leans in to kiss my lips, the crowd cheering along for us. He pulls away slightly, his lips still on mine but enough so he can speak.

“I can’t wait for our honeymoon, babe.” A smirk on his lips as he pulls me in by the waist. I let out a squeak at the sudden movement, placing a hand to the back of his head.

“Only a few more hours to go.”

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Masterlist!

Hey everyone!

Here’s our Masterlist, including Kat’s work too!! (She’s allowed us to add her work to our Masterlist!)

More will be added as we write more!  ♡

Ｂｅｎ ��ａｒｄｙ

Sucker - Kat  ♡

Heaven - Kat  ♡

Look In Her Eyes - Cel  ♡

Ｄｏｕｇｌａｓ Ｂｏｏｔｈ

High Hopes - Val  ♡

Ｊｏｅ Ｍａｚｚｅｌｌｏ

Who Do You Love - Val  ♡

I Get To Love You - Cel  ♡

Ｇｗｉｌｙｍ Ｌｅｅ

Marry You - Cel  ♡

Ｐｅｔｅｒ Ｐａｒｋｅｒ

With Every Heartbeat - Part. 1 & Part. 2  - Val  ♡

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Look In Her Eyes - Ben Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: You’ve been feeling a little sick lately. One trip to the doctors changes your life forever.

Words: Around 3.7k AHAH whoops

Warnings: angst???? idk. uh- swearing, brief panic attack? talk of abortion, no action of it. vomiting too, once. i’m not sure what else are warnings, i’m so sorry if there’s more.

A/N: Hiya! this is Celestia, hope ya like it guys! Ben is a fave of mine and i just- loVE iT. 

My fingers wandered around his chest and torso, eyes still closed, noting the silence and embrace we were in. I felt his breath on my face, as he peacefully slept, little snores coming from his mouth.

I smiled and let out a little sigh, wishing we could stay like this forever.

Our life had been amazing lately, Ben was rising up in his acting career, I was finally getting more work at the Primary School, teaching Grade 1’s and 2’s. We had our whole life planned out - almost to a tee. But in this moment, I felt something wrong.

My gut apparently also felt something wrong, forcing me to pry myself out of bed and race into the bathroom, kneeling down to the toilet bowl where I flung the seat up. I felt my body convulse as I let out the acids in my stomach - it was painful. 

When there wasn’t anything left, all the bile had left my body, it was just the constant feeling of throwing up, the heaving and gagging feeling was prevalent.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” I heard him rustling around in the blankets, the squeaking of the springs on the bed, alarms rang in my head. He was coming into the bathroom.

My eyes blew wide, running to shut the door as soon as I could, locking it.

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong, hun!” I try to play it off, but the shakiness in my voice was evident that I wasn’t okay.

“Sweetheart, just let me in,” he tries, knocking on the door softly. I hear a soft thud as he places his head on the door. “Why won’t you let me in?”

“I don’t want you to see me right now, I’m a mess-”

“I’ve seen you worse than a mess, Y/N, you know that.” He sighs, trying to open the door again, to no avail. I turn around to flush the toilet, placing the toilet seat down. I twist my feet to face the door again, unlocking it with slight hesitation.

He wasn’t wrong, he’s seen me through a messy breakup, food poisoning and the mental breakdowns I can never quite explain. He was there for me through everything, being my best friend and now boyfriend, I wish I knew how to repay him for everything he’s done for me.

Ben heard the click and his head popped up, testing the door slightly. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, putting one on the other. I sat on the toilet seat, wrapping my arm around myself. I began brushing, head hung low - Ben walking in and crouching down to try to see my face. He balanced his hands on my knees, squeezing them in comfort.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He places his hand on my cheek as tears begin to fall down. He gives a small ‘tut’ in sadness, wiping at my tears with his thumbs.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, I’ve been throwing up a lot, I haven’t been feeling well, everything is aching - everything.” I sniff, spitting out the foam of the toothpaste into the sink. I wipe at my own tears. “I haven’t been sleeping well, last night was the only time I slept okay! I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I sob - this wasn’t anything I’ve experienced before.

I place my head into my hands and begun to cry again, unable to stop my emotions. I feel Ben begin to pull me down to the floor as he holds me, rubbing my back and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. He was warm, like a fireplace - I grip onto his back with my fingers, pushing my fingertips deeper into his skin, he lets out a small groan.

“Maybe we should get you to the doctors, darling, see what’s wrong and how we can fix it.”

I let out a choked laugh, “Yeah, probably, that might be useful,” I grab a few squares of toilet paper and blow my nose. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.” I breathe in through my nose.

“Y/N, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I’ve seen you throw up before, I’ve seen you blow my nose in my shirt-”

“I was delirious!” I defend with a small smile on my mouth, “I didn’t know what I was doing! Plus, you still stayed my friend, so who’s the gross one now?” Ben lets out a laugh.

“I also began dating you, so I guess I am the gross one, huh?” I let out a cackle at his statement, immediately regretting it as my head throbbed. He laughs while shaking his head, “It’s okay babe, I don’t blame you. All I’m saying is, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, you don’t have to worry about me seeing this shit. I love you, very much.” He pauses to kiss my forehead. I let out a weak smile, leaning into his embrace.

I pause briefly, pulling my head up - turning myself around and pulling up the toilet seat. A few shaky breaths leave my lips before I’m vomiting again, I lean against the toilet bowl as Ben pulls my hair up, rubbing my back in a loving way.

“Maybe we should get you into the doctors as soon as possible.” I nod before leaning back down on the toilet seat.

*

“Ben, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me, it’s probably just a small stomach bug.” I try to reason, not liking the doctors' office, the silence is almost deafening, the smell is clean, almost too clean. We sit down on the chairs after we’d checked in with the receptionist. He shakes his head and places an arm around my waist.

“Darling, you’ve been feeling like this for a few weeks, it’s time to get you checked up.”

“Y/N L/N?” The doctor comes around the corner, with a piece of paper in hand. Ben pats my hand as he stays sitting, not knowing if I wanted him in the office with me.

I smile, “I’ll be out in a few minutes, Love,” I kiss his cheek as his hand leaves mine.

She ushers me into her little room, with a desk, computer and examination table. I sit down next to the desk as she sits on her chair, rolling it into the slot.

“What seems to be the issue?” She asks, fingers at the ready to begin typing.

“I’ve- uh, I haven’t been feeling well, I’ve been vomiting a lot, aching everywhere, I barely get any sleep anymore. I’m constantly run down and I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I begin to get upset, I don’t know why. “I’ve also been extremely emotional lately,” I say with a sniff.

“Okay, you’ve been feeling this way for a while?” I nod. “Alright, let me quickly check your blood pressure and your lungs, see if it’s bacterial or viral, or if it’s even an infection at all.” She places the black band on my arm and it immediately begins to tighten with air. She asks me to lean forward and breathe heavily to hear my chest. She nods and begins to type on the computer.

“Just a few more routine questions, are you sexually active?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Okay, are you using contraceptives?”

“Uh-” I pause, frowning. “I stopped using the pill because it gave me migraines, we’ve been using condoms, but I-” I stop breathing, staring at the doctor, in shock. “I’ve had the injection, I had it only…” I pause, trying to figure it out. “I had it only a few months ago, I should be in to get it done again soon, right? How long ago was it?”

“You had the needle five months ago, Y/N,” the doctor says, confirming my suspicions, as she’s staring at her computer screen.

“We have been having unprotected sex only a few times, I didn’t realise I had it that long ago-” my voice becomes pitchy. “I asked for the text, to remind me to get it re-done, I- I didn’t get it- I didn’t-,” I pause, letting out a shaky breath, “I’m pregnant, aren’t I?” I ask the doctor, tears forming in my eyes again.

“I can neither confirm or deny if you are pregnant, but we can do tests if that can reassure you.” She says with a sweet voice, I nod repeatedly. I needed confirmation, I needed to know whether or not I was pregnant.

“I’ll need a urine sample - I’ll also need a blood sample, I’ll get you an urgent pathology request.” She hands me a small jar and a piece of paper, opening her door and pointing me in the direction of the toilet. “Talk to the receptionist - she’ll get the pathologist to do your blood test, I’ll also get her to call you as soon as possible with your results if that's okay with you?” I nod, spacing out slightly, the doctor places her hand on my back in a caring way. “It’ll be okay, Y/N, I’ll see you next time.” She smiles, hearing me say a little goodbye under my breath and walks back into her office.

I look at the piece of paper, it was a pathology document - hCG, was the request - URGENT - was written beside it.

Ben stands up as he sees me walk out from the corner, putting his phone in his pocket and rubbing his hands on his thighs. “You okay, Y/N?” He asks, walking up to me slowly. I look up and smile at him with teary eyes, hiding the piece of paper from him.

“Yeah, just need to pee in this jar and get a needle stuck in me.” I laugh, trying to play off the shock I was in.

I walk to the reception, handing the receptionist the paper. He smiles and looks at it - nodding. “Just wait in the room and we’ll call you in.”

“I need to get a urine sample, can I do that first?” He nods and points to the toilets. I thank him silently with a small smile, walking to the toilet. “Ben, wait in the room for me?” I give him a weak smile.

“Yeah, sure, Love,” he nods, confused, giving me a small hug. He begins to walk back into the room. I make my way into the toilets, getting the sample, twisting the lid onto the jar, I look at myself in the mirror.

My mascara was smudged around my eyes, looking like I’ve just slept in my makeup, my eyes themselves were red, veiny and it’d been obvious I was crying. I let out a sad chuckle, placing the jar on the counter, I wash my hands vigourously.

Walking out of the toilets, I hear my name being called once again. I sigh, this was going to be a long day.

*

When Ben and I went home, I’d been distant and almost non-responsive, not wanting to let it slip that I might be pregnant. I’d tried to stay silent, giving short answers, and not looking at him much. I’d sat on the couch in the lounge room, cuddled up in the fluffy blanket while Ben cooked dinner. The T.V wasn’t on, my gaze was on the wall, looking at a photo of me with my nephews and nieces. I felt tears running down my face, wiping them away with the sleeves of my jumper, pondering.

Is this something we’d both want? We were both young, still had a lot ahead of us. I’d always wanted a family, being able to come home to see my children playing around with the dog - Ben coming to greet me, after not long coming home from work himself. I began to bawl, chest heaving and finding it hard to breathe. I couldn’t do this to Ben now, not while he’s doing so well his acting career.

“Love?” Ben asks, coming into the lounge room, immediately by my side. “What’s wrong? What happened?” I found it so hard to look at him, shaking my head as he pulls me into his shoulder. He rubs my back, his nails scratching slightly too. I couldn’t help but notice the pain and hurt in his voice. “What’s happened, Y/N?” He asks, pressing his lips into my hair.

“I can’t do this to you, Ben,” I whisper, beginning to shake, voice faltering.

“Do what?” He asks, calmly.

“I can't! I won't-”

“Y/N- what happened?”

“Ben, I think-” I pause, hearing my phone ring, a small sigh left my lips. I answer it, trying to sound okay. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N?”

“This is she.” I look at Ben, a frown on his confused face, a look I’d seen too many times today.

“Hi, this is Annie from the Medical Centre, how are you?” A chirpy voice rang through my ears, I almost flinch at the happiness in her tone.

“I’m doing alright, I guess,” I pull my head down. Annie kept talking, letting me know the diagnosis, setting an appointment to see the gynecologist, sending a congratulations my way too. “Thank you.” My voice is weak again, tears strolling down my face once again. I hung up the phone and let out a loud sob.

“Y/N, what is it?” Ben says with a stern voice, a concrete expression on his face.

“I’m so sorry,” I pant, beginning to shake again, placing my hand on my chest - I’m struggling to breathe.

“I can't breathe- I can't-”

“Babe, calm down, calm - breathe in through your nose, out through your nose.” Ben places his hand on mine, lacing his fingers between them. His voice is calming and soothing, compared to my thoughts right now. I do what he says, trying my best to speak, I need to tell him. I need to tell him now, otherwise, I won't be able to. Ever.

“I’m pregnant.” I manage to choke out.

Ben doesn’t say anything, his face is unreadable. I knew he’d be mad, I knew he wouldn’t want to keep it, not while he was so successful. I didn’t know if he wanted a family with me. We hadn’t discussed the possibility of children, not even in our life plan.

“Please, say something,” I beg, pulling myself closer to Ben, placing my hand on his face, bringing him to look at me, my eyes searching his green ones. He doesn’t say anything, I just see tears begin to form in the corner of his eyes. “Ben.” I plead, bringing my other hand to his other cheek. Tears are already all over my cheeks, splayed out in anger. He let out an exasperated sigh, closing his eyes, a tear falls.

“I don’t know what to say.” He murmurs, picking at his nails. I let out another sob. “I'd figured it was something like this.”

“Look, I might just leave the house, I’ll give you some time to think about everything, I’ll stay with my mum, I’ll call you in a few days-” I sigh shakily, going to stand up and walk out of the door. I didn’t know what to do, except give Ben time to process this. He immediately grabs my arm before I could walk away.

“Don’t you dare leave. I’m not letting you outside in your state right now. You’re vulnerable and easy to manipulate at the moment.” He says, pulling me back down to the couch, next to him. He places his hands in mine, placing them into my lap. His voice is stoic - I’m still unable to read his face. “You’re not leaving. I’m just-” He pauses and looks me in the eye, his eyes full of fear. “Confused.”

“About what?” I raise an eyebrow, tears and mascara cloud my vision.

“How’d this happen?”

“Well, when people have sex a lot, especially unprotected-” Ben cuts me off, his hand placed on my shoulder.

“But you were on contraceptives - the injection? The depo shot?”

“Yeah, I got it done apparently five months ago. I’m supposed to get them every three months, to get rid of my periods, the contraceptive was just a plus. I didn’t get the text to come back and get it done again two months ago.” I feel ashamed. I should have remembered to have it done again, it’s not always the doctors' responsibility to remind me to do something. “It’s my fault,” I whisper, fresh tears making their way down from my eyes. I lick my lips, tasting the hot salty tears. “I can’t believe I’m so fucking stupid!”

“Hey, no” He looks up at me, tears clouding his eyes again. “To get pregnant, you need two to tango,” Ben defends, bringing me into his shoulder.

“If I had put it in my reminders and not relied on the fucking doctors, we wouldn’t be in this situation!” I scream, crying in a violent sense, dread was my main emotion right now. Ben pushes his hand into my hair, whispering calming ‘shushes’ into my ear.

“How far along are you?”

“They don’t know, they set me up with an appointment. But I’m guessing 5, 6 weeks?” I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, trying my best to calm myself down again, referring myself back to Ben's calming words. Ben trailed a hand down to my stomach and rubbing lightly.

“We’ll get through this, Y/N,” he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Ben,” I whisper again, placing my hand on his. “I’m sorry I’m so stupid.”

“You aren’t stupid. You’re kind, beautiful, intelligent. You are far from stupid.” He mutters, leaning his chin on my head, closing his own eyes to calm himself down.

*

We’d both fallen asleep on the couch last night, too tired to move from the cushioned space. My arm was around my stomach and the other, around him when Ben woke up, he heard the soft snores from my lips as he examined my face.

My eyes were still puffy from last night, the mascara was smudged - remnants of yesterday's makeup also stayed on, my lip was scabbed because of how hard I’d bit my lip in hopes of trying to go back in time.

He sat up, placed the blanket over me. I’d snuggled into it immediately, a trembling sigh leaving my lips.

Ben felt horrible, he felt he hadn’t treated me right last night, from what he told me, that he didn’t bring me closure. He would be okay with the decision I’d make if I wanted to abort it or keep it. ‘It’. It’s not an ‘it’, it’s a person, a baby, a child, someone that he helped make. He made this child, this baby that’s growing inside of me. It’s probably not even the size of a strawberry. It’s young at this point, so young.

But, he’d be okay with my decision.

It’s my body, not his, he said.

He snaps himself out of his trance, taking one more look back down at me. I’d cuddled into the blanket and the corner of the couch where the cushions met the back pillows. I’d looked peaceful, as if none of what happened last night, happened.

He felt like he needed to make it up to me, no matter how small. He said he’ll keep trying to make it up for me because he loves me.

I tossed and turned, not being able to keep trying to sleep. I rolled over to find myself at the end of the couch. Frowning, I sat up and looked around.

“Why am I in the lounge room?” I asked myself, not particularly looking for an answer.

“We fell asleep there last night, we were too tired, I guess. Didn't even eat dinner.” Ben had walked in from the kitchen holding a tray. It was a tray of fresh fruit and toast. I smiled sadly at him, feeling terrible that he felt the need to do this for me.

“You didn’t need to do this, Ben,” I saw a single rose propped in a glass with a small note saying ‘I’m so sorry.’

“Yes, I did. I felt horrible about how I reacted last night. I feel terrible, Love.” Ben places the tray on the coffee table and sits next to me on the couch. I sighed - leaning on Ben’s shoulder.

“I still feel bad about it too,” I whisper. “I just feel kind of stupid.” I shrugged and looked to him, he looked at me with love in his eyes, something that didn’t seem to be present last night.

“Don’t feel stupid, Sweet.”

“I’m not going to get rid of it, hun, so if you don’t like that decision, it’s best I leave now,” I said to him, a firm look on my face as I lift my head from his shoulder, almost getting ready to leave. He places his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in.

“That’s fine. That’s great. I’m glad you made this decision, but just know that I would have supported you either way.” He pressed a kiss to my lips, a simple thing that made me putty in his hands, a simple thing that I craved from him constantly, a simple thing that makes me aware how much he loves me. “It’s your body, I don’t own your body, well - only in some ways.” I hit him his chest with a smile, he lets out a delightful laugh, something I’ve missed this past day. He gives me a kiss on the cheek, trailing it to my neck. “I love you, so much, princess.” He’d muttered into my neck. He lifts his head up and looks me in the eyes again, love and adoration filling his soulful stare. “I love you so much, you don’t even know it.”

“I think I have a clue,” I say with a smile and press my lips to his again, in a quick chaste kiss, his lips chasing mine with a small pout. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asks, placing his hand on my cheek.

“For loving me.”

It was going to be a tough journey, a long journey but with Ben by my side, I could do it.

We could do anything.

[rosedaewaters]

Introduction?

Hi there! Our names are Val and Celestia, we are friends who actually like to write about celebrities which is creepier when said out loud. 

We’re both legally adults, but we literally act like five-year-olds, which is amazing for our reputation.

We are Australian, so if our words and our version of the English Language sounds weird, that’s why and we apologise if there’s a language barrier! Look it up and you might find what we mean, we’ll try our best to find the dual meanings to things.

We’ll be getting a masterlist done soon, as a friend of ours, Kat, has writings on her blog that she’d like for us to add to ours, as she said she’s probably going to stop writing for some reason.

We’d like to thank you for reading our little stories, our little fictitious writings as we do this for fun.  

Thanks, people! :)

[rosedaewaters]

Sucker - Ben Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: Your best friend, Ben Hardy, was cast as Roger Taylor, the drummer from Queen in one of the most anticipated movies of the year. You were always a sucker for drummers, and turns out, you always will be.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: hi soz about this pos - i haven’t proof read this bc im lazy af, sorry about this mess i haven’t written ffs or one shots in literal y e a r s

i hope u enjoy i guess AHA

Your Uber rolls up the driveway to the set where they were filming ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, the film your best friend was in. You thank the man who drove you, slid out of the backseat of the car and closed the door firmly to ensure it sealed. You walk up the drive way, large buildings fielding your view. You mention your name to the guard, hoping Ben remembered to put you on the list of visitors.

She handed you the badge with a big smile. “Enjoy your time here!”

You thank her, “Where do you go for the Bohemian Rhapsody set?”

“You turn left at the end of the street and then keep going. You’ll definitely see the sign, someone else will be able to help you there.” She points and clasps her hands together.

“Thank you again!”

You take her directions, following to the end of the street then turning left. She was right, the large sign in front of your eyes showed the four boys, with Rami Malek starring as Freddie looking towards the camera. You gaze at the photo for a few seconds, finding yourself staring at Ben. You smile as you recall the memory of finding out Ben got the part as Roger Taylor in the biopic.

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[rosedaewaters]

Heaven - Ben Hardy x Reader (Smut)

Synopsis: You and Ben have been friends since High School. When a friend from Primary School shows up many years later, will Ben be able to keep his feelings in check, or will his jealousy peek through?

Warnings: swearing and terribly written smut im so fuckin sorry sksksk

A/N: *this is reposted bc i hated the way it looked on the app on the phone AHAH* hi yes, im back, kinda, thank yoy for all the love on sucker!! i appreciate it all!! ❤ anywho get ready to need to burn your eyeballs because of this piece of sh i e t im so sorry also hasnt been spell checked or re edited bc i hate reading my work back i always send it to my friend and she says its good (i feel as if she has to say thay but ok AHAHAH) anywho enj o y???

Word Count: 5.5k (tf is wrong with me???)

You’d heard a knock on the door of your flat, the flat you share with Ben. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to why someone might be here. You sit on the couch for a few more seconds before you hear another hurried knock.

“Are you going to get that?” Ben yelled from his bedroom. You sighed and lifted the warm woolen blanket, slipping on your slippers. You were wearing one of Ben’s old hoodies and a pair of pyjama pants.

“Yeah, fine! I’ll get up from the warm confines of my blanket to answer the bloody door!” You laugh, shuffling towards the door. You swing it open, the wire door covering the person standing there. “Hello?”

“Is this Y/N’s house?” You raise an eyebrow, skeptical of who would be asking for you.

“Uh, who’s asking?”

“Well, if you open the door, you’ll find out.” You warily open the wire door, slamming it open when you realise who it was.

“Hayden?” You scream, confusion and shock clear all over your face. Hayden was your best friend in primary school - he’d moved away in grade five, his mum had gotten a better job opportunity to benefit everyone in his family. This was the first time you’d seen him over 15 years.

“Hi, Y/N, long time no see!” He says with a laugh, opening his arms for a hug. You comply and run into his arms, crashing into his grasp. “How are you, little one?”

“Oh my god, it’s been so long! How did you know where I live?”

“Well, your mum hasn’t moved out of your old family house, so I went there first and your mum directed me here. Your mum hasn’t changed a bit - it seems you haven’t either!”

“Who’s at the door?” You hear a voice behind you, Ben rugged up in a hoodie and trackies. This winter weather wasn’t going well for either of you it seemed. He walked up to you and placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

“Ben! This is one of my old best friends from primary school, Hayden! Hayden, this is my now best friend Ben!” You introduce the two, Ben warily shaking the man’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Ben!” Hayden enthusiastically shakes Ben’s hand, “I hear you’ve been treating our Y/N right? That’s that your mum said.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Ben stares at Hayden with a weird look, almost as if he was glaring at him. His hold on you doesn’t falter, you place your hand on his. You look at him with confusion, shake your head slightly and glance back at Hayden. He doesn’t seem to notice the weird looks.

“You talked to my mum? What did she say when she saw you?”

“She looked back at me and said ‘There is no way you’re that little boy I remember’ I laughed and had to try to prove it to her!” Ben still looks quite uncomfortable standing there, one arm around you. His hand slides across the back of your neck and down your arm he then walks out of the lounge room and into the kitchen, hearing pots and pans clanging around. You shiver slightly at the movement, feeling lost without his touch.

“How?”

“The nickname I used to call you, ‘Funny Bunny’” He smirks at you, seeing the look of horror on your face.

“Oh my god, I haven’t heard that in years,” You let out a big grin, “I can’t believe you remember that!”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You and Hayden continue to chat, leading him into the lounge room and out of the cold. You talk about what he did when he was away, how his family was going and how he’d finally found love in his life. You’d talked about how you’d met Ben in high school, how finishing high school was like and what life afterwards has been like.

After about an hour of talking, Hayden decided it was a good idea to leave - but not before asking you to come to the housewarming party he was having to celebrate him coming home.

“Is it okay if Ben comes along? Maybe he can get drunk enough and tell me whats wrong,” you ask, chuckling slightly.

“Yeah, of course, the more the merrier!” He seems genuinely happy to have him come along, “it’s been so great to see you, Y/N, I’ll see you both tomorrow night?”

“Sure will, thank you for visiting! Again, sorry about my clothes, didn’t realise I’d have any visitors,” you gesture towards your pyjama pants.

“That hoodie does not seem like something you’d wear,” He furrows his brows but with a knowing look. You hit his shoulder slightly.

“Shh,” you giggle, “It’s Ben’s, it’s roomy and comfy enough for a winter’s day!”

“Alright then, I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” He throws you into a large hug, shaking you around the whole time. “Goodbye Ben!” Hayden yells out, and beginning to leave, not expecting an answer. You hear Ben let out a ‘bye’, but not coming out to see him.

You wave once more to him and close the door, letting out a happy sigh. It’s great to be able to catch up with old friends, especially ones who made an impact in your life. You raise yourself from the door and walk to Ben’s room, where he’s sitting cross legged on his queen sized mattress, on his phone.

“Why are you in a grumpy mood?” You ask, knocking on the door. He looks up from his phone with a plain look on his face.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he says blatantly. You give him a pointed look, clearly seeing through his bullshit.

“Ben, you’re grumpy and I can tell,” You walk towards his bed and sit down next to him, pushing his shoulder with your shoulder. “C’mon, dude, you can talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, I’m not grumpy,” his eyes wander to yours, then slowly drifting down your body. “Is that my hoodie?”

“Maybe, it’s cold as hell and you have so many. I only have one, and it’s in the wash.” You play with the fur-like lining of your slipper, sighing as you lay down on his bed. You can’t lie, it’s a much more comfy bed than yours, you’d considered swapping it with yours when he was away filming. “So, we’re going to Hayden’s housewarming party tomorrow night.” He groans really loudly, falling back on the bed next to you.

“Why are we doing that?”

“Because he’s been my best friend since primary school, and I haven’t seen him in like 15 years.” You point out, turning your body so you’re on your side, staring at Ben. You watched his face go through so many emotions in the span of 3 seconds.

You sit there for a few more seconds, noting how his eyes scrunch up when he’s concentrating, his eyebrows furrow and he bites his lip, which, if you were standing, would make your knees give out on you.

“Fine, I’ll go.” You squeal and throw yourself over him to hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs intertwined with his. You could feel him stiffen up, but you didn’t say anything, you were too excited. You give him a sloppy kiss to his cheek, yelling thank you over and over again.

You couldn’t decide what to wear, it was still extremely cold, it only being 7 degrees Celsius outside and tonight, it was going to drop to only 4 degrees Celsius. You decide on a maroon woolen jumper with black jeans, along with black boots with a big heel. You settled on having your hair down, natural, with neutral makeup. You walked into the lounge room, grabbing your keys and purse.

“Ben, you ready?”

“I’ve been ready for the last 10 minutes, I’ve just been playing the game-” Ben trails off as he sees you, letting a small smile grow on his lips. “You look-” Ben pauses, biting his lip in concentration, “… amazing.” Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips and back.

“Thanks Benny,” You smile flirtily, walking to the door. “You good to go?”

“Yeah, of course,” he feels his pockets for his phone and wallet. “Lets go!”

Hayden was very welcoming to both you and Ben, Ben was even smiling at him. When you two walked in, it was like one of those high school parties you were never invited to, but found yourself at those parties because Ben dragged you there.

You didn’t want to drink, you never found the fun in it, seeing everyone literally falling over, it just never appealed to you. Ben however, grabbed one of the light beers.

“I don’t want to drink much, I’m probably not even going to finish this.” He had told you, earlier in the night, but you didn’t believe him, you knew he was going to get smashed, one way or another.

You were talking to Hayden again, laughing, smiling and reminiscing with him when you see Ben stagger into where you two were talking. He was smiling eagerly when he saw you, walking over and plopping himself down on your lap. He cuddled into your neck, whispering things that you couldn’t quite understand.

“Ben, why don’t you sit next to me?”

“Can I lay in between your legs?”

“Why not.” He stands up and pulls you to the floor. Feeling every part of your body jiggle with that one action, you begin to feel self conscious - covering up your stomach when Ben lays down.

He feels your hands where his neck is placed and pulled your arms out from where you were covering and placed his hands into them, nestling his head between your boobs. You blush from the movement, him moving his head around to get comfortable, he situates himself to have his cheek resting on your left boob.

You close your eyes and then look to Hayden. “You know what, I might get this one home, he seems out of it.” You chuckle nervously, feeling the rumbling of Ben’s resisting groans.

“Don’t want to go home yet.” He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. You look at Hayden with an apologetic gaze.

“C’mon, Sweet, you’re done for, you gotta get home and rest, otherwise the hangover you’ll have will be astronomical.”

“I need to pee first,” he says slowly standing up. He holds his hands out for you to stand up with him. You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully, grabbing his warm hands to pull yourself up. He continues to hold your right hand as he finds the toilet. He pulls you in, locking the door afterwards.

“Ben, what are you doing?” You laugh. He turns around, his bright eyes turned dark, with an almost smug look on his face. You stop laughing when you see his eyes glide down your body. “Ben-” he cuts you off with one finger pressed to your lips. You gasp slightly at the action, you slowly walk back until you hit the sink, Ben stalking his way towards you.

“You seem to be having fun with Hayden, huh?” he asks, standing in front of you, looking down at you with an all new look on his face, one you’d never seen before.

“Ben, you’re drunk, what are you doing?” You mutter, clenching your legs slightly - the look in his eyes really did something to you.

“I barely drank that beer, I told you that,” he says. You place your hands on his cheeks, your eyes searching his for any sign of intoxication. You didn’t see any sign that he’d been drinking, no sign like you’d seen in previous situations.

This isn’t the first time he’s done something like this, he’s gotten jealous when another man would talk to you at a party, when you and Ben got home, he’d ask you the same questions, but in a drunken manner. You never told him it had happened before, you thought it’d make the friendship you two had awkward.

This time he wasn’t drunk, he was sober, alert, he knew what he was doing, and he seemed to know what he was doing to you too, looking at the way your legs were situated.

“Then- why- what?” You splutter, not knowing what to take from this conversation. “You looked so drunk before, what the hell was that?”

“I’m an actor, babe,” his finger pushes a stray hair behind your ear, caressing your face. He placed his palm on your cheek, his thumb rubbing calming circles.

“A bloody good one, you are,” you agree, getting lost in the eyes that seemed to get darker by the second. “What’s happening?” You whisper, leaning into his touch.

“Well, I’m just wondering why you haven’t tried to hook up with Hayden yet, you two seem to be having a lot of fun.” There’s fiery look in his eyes.

“Is that all you’re worried about?” You furrow your eyebrows, confused.

“You two are becoming close again, I can tell,” he mutters, his hand still on your cheek, his other hand slowly creeping up to your waist. “Soon, it’ll be ‘Y/N and Hayden’ and I don’t know if I can share you like that.”

“Are you jealous?”

“If that’s what you want to call this, then maybe.” He says, sarcasm seething from his teeth like venom. You chuckle slightly, bringing one of your hands to the back of his neck, and the other sliding down his neck and resting on his chest.

“Sweetheart,” You begin, rubbing his neck, feeling the short hair between your fingers, you grip the hair slightly. He closes his eyes temporarily, mouth dropping. “You have nothing to worry about with Hayden,” you continue, sliding your hand lower towards his abs, hooking onto his jeans, fiddling with the belt. You bring his head down, your lips finding their way to his ear. You let out a slow and shaky breath as you whisper the rest of your sentence, “He’s gay.”

You pull away and begin to walk to the door, letting out small laughs. You begin to open the door as Ben stands there for a few seconds, he quickly snaps out of his trance. He closes the door before you can walk out, pushes you against it. You let out another gasp, he moves his head closer to yours.

“What?” He questions, placing his forehead on yours.

“That man he was with? His fiancé, you dipshit,” you giggle, placing your hand on his cheek once again.

“Oh, so I didn’t need to stake my claim?” He asks, his voice getting lower and more seductive. You almost moan at the sentence, feeling heat all throughout your body at how close he was getting.

“Why would you need to stake your claim? If you wanted me to be yours, you should’ve just asked.”

“Oh, Love,” his voice is raspy and to you, it’s so hot, his lips get closer and closer to yours, “so I can kiss you?” You don’t answer him, you just close the gap between the two of you. Teeth clashing, bitten lips and small breathy moans were all you could think of, Ben brought his hips closer to yours, pressing into each other.

You thought your first kiss with Ben would be simple and sweet, one night where you two were slightly drunk and you’d both wonder what it’d be like to kiss each other.

You’d hope something would stem from there. But if you told 17 year old you, that’d you be making out with Ben Hardy in the bathroom of an old friends house in the future, your past self would slap you and accuse you of lying, and then she’d tell you to stop playing with her feelings. You’d never thought this amount of passion could be thrown into a kiss, a fiery, jealousy and lust driven kiss.

Ben allows his lips to travel down to your jaw, leaving wet kisses trailing to your neck and collarbone that was exposed from your jumper. One of his hands grazed down your body and landed on your ass, squeezing slightly, his other hand still placed on your waist. You let out a moan as Ben found a sweet spot, sucking and making little noises, making a trail of marks as he brings his lips to the bottom of your ear. You grab his hair and scrunch your fingers in the perfectly placed heap, letting out louder noises - not caring if other people could hear you. Your other hand trailing down his chest again, stopping at his belt.

“If you keep making those noises and keep pulling my hair, Sweetheart, I won’t be able to stop myself.” He lifts his head from your neck, you let out a single laugh and pull him back to your lips, a kiss that’s slower, sweeter, one that is filled with love and want. “As much as I’d love to take you in this bathroom, I’d rather finish this at home, where we can be as loud as we want.” Ben smirks, his lips are plump from the searing kisses, his face is red and he’s letting out small and laboured breaths. You nod, giving him one last kiss and pulling away, walking out of the bathroom. Ben gives a little smack to your ass, causing you to squeal slightly.

“Jeez, Y/N, you look fucked out, what happened in there?” Hayden lets out a laugh as he holds on to his fiancé. “And what happened to your neck? You look like you burnt yourself with a curling iron!”

“No time to explain, I’ve got to go, thank you for having Ben and I, we’ll come visit soon!” You hug him quickly and the man hanging onto him.

“I can see, have fun you two, wear protection!” Hayden yells out, as you stick the finger up at him, giggling. Ben joins your side, putting his arms around your waist, picking you up. You let out another scream and slap at his back.

“Put me down!” You laugh. He shakes his head and gives another slap to your ass. “Boy, if you don’t-”

“I’ll be driving, sweet,” He grabs your keys from your back pocket and puts you down as he arrives to your car.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to contain yourself?” You laugh, crossing your arms. You can see him straining against his pants, he isn’t exactly great at hiding it. He pulls your arms out from where they are and pins you against the car, the same position as before, but this time, his hands pinning yours to the car. You let out an impatient groan, “You know, the faster we get in the car, the longer we’ll have at home,” you whisper seductively, biting your lip as he also lets out an impatient groan.

“Good point, c’mon, lets go!”

Almost crashing through the front door of your flat, he pushed you against the closed door once again. He stares at you for a few seconds, you break the silence.

“How many times have you pushed me against a door tonight?” You gaze up, looking into his desperate eyes, letting out small laughs.

“Not nearly enough times,” He groans, pressing his lips to yours, hungrier and needier than before. “I’m making up for lost time, if I’m being honest.” His fingers tap the backs of your thighs, making you jump and joined your legs around his waist. “All those times I’d accidentally see you come out of the shower in just your underwear,” He’d began to trail the kisses to your cheek, “Those times where we’d be sitting on the couch and you’d take your bra off through your shirt because it’d been uncomfortable,” He lastly leant into your neck, kissing once then bringing his lips right next to your ear, “And those time’s I’d hear you moan my name in your sleep.” You blush a bright scarlet red, your mouth agape.

“I’d do that? I mean, I knew I did it while conscious, but not while I’m asleep,” He let out a guttural groan, his eyes almost rolling back.

“Oh my fuck, yes, sweetheart, it took me so much self control to not just walk into your room and eat you out, then and there.” His voice was low, husky and delicious. “It’s taking me a lot more to not just fuck you right here and now,” The sleeves of the jumper you were wearing covered your hands as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer.

“I mean you could-” you trail off.

He smirks as he begins to walk to the hallway. “My room or yours?”

“Your bed is so much comfier than mine, it’ll feel much better on yours.”

“You think?” He asks with a smirk, you nod eagerly, with a grin growing on your face. He leads you to his bed, essentially throwing you onto the bed, your hands grasping at the multiple blankets covering his bed.

“So this is where they went?” You look at them then back to Ben, “I was looking for another one of these last night.”

“Oh well, you don’t have to worry about that tonight then,” Ben hops onto the bed, crawling over to you, pulling your legs apart to settle himself in between them. His lips latch onto yours again, moving slower and deeper, his hands placed next to your head.

You wrap your arms around his torso, scratching at his back, wanting his shirt gone. You must’ve scratched a little too hard as he pulled away and moaned. You pull at it from the back, throwing it in a random direction. You marvel at the chest before you, running your fingers along his pecs and abs, you almost drooled at the sight. You pulled at his belt buckle, ripping it off in one swift motion.

“These, off, now,” You muttered, urgency in your voice. Ben smirked and stood up from the bed, pulling his pants down, slowly and it was agonisingly painful. He left his boxers on as he crawls back up to you.

“You sure you want to do this, Sweetheart?” He asked, concern filling his face. You nod, not being able to trust your voice. “No, Love, I need verbal consent-” You grab his cheeks and kiss his lips hard.

“Yes, I want this, I want you, I want you in me, now.” Muttering against his lips, he almost growls, pulling at the end of your shirt, almost asking for permission to take it off. You groan and take it off yourself. You’re left in a lacy bra that barely held your boobs in because of how tight it was on you. You weren’t going to lie, it was extremely uncomfortable to wear, but it made you feel pretty. Ben licked his lips slightly at the sight. “Do you want to take it off, or should I?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been wanting to do this for forever,” You smile as he brings his hands to the back of the bra, unclasping it with expert speed. You sigh in relief as the bra is finally off of your chest, but feeling suddenly self conscious (and cold, as soon as the cold air hit your nipples they turned as solid as fucking icicles), you fold your arms against your chest. “My sweet Y/N, you’re perfectly beautiful the way you are, you have no need to cover up.”

“No, you fuck, it’s fucking cold in here, why isn’t the heater on?” You shiver. Ben jumps off from the bed.

“I’ll put it on, I’ll be back.” Ben runs out of the room, leaving you by yourself to contemplate what to do next. You decide to pull off your jeans and underwear, and bringing yourself under the numerous amounts of blankets on Ben’s bed, it’s almost silly how many there were. Ben comes back and begins to rattle in the bottom of his draw.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, holding the blankets to your chest. He pulls out the square foil packaging, holding it between his fingers.

“This is essential isn’t it?”

“I am on birth control.” You mutter, feeling slightly embarrassed. “And as long as you’ve had an STI test, we can go without it.”

“Since when are you on the pill? I don’t see you take medication, or even go to the doctors for it.” Ben is genuinely confused, “But ever since I’ve moved in here with you, I haven’t had sex with another girl, I have had a test though, and nothing came back positive.” You smirk, beginning to tell him what birth control you were on, but he cut you off. “I can grab the test, if you’d like?”

“No no, Love, I believe you. I’ve got the IUD, I’m not on the pill.”

“IUD?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just a thing that gets put in my uterus- Just drop the condom, come here and fuck me already?” Ben is almost giddy when those words leave your mouth. He quickly gets under the covers to see you don’t have your underwear on either.

“Oh, I’m not fucking you tonight, I’m making long and hard love to you, all night long,” He brings his lips to yours, moving against them as he palms at your boobs. He places a hand at your entrance, swiping back and forth between your folds. “So wet for me, darling,” he pushes one finger in. “So easy to push in, huh?” His finger pulls out, you whimper, needing more. He pushes his finger in his mouth, sucking the juices off the digit.

You moan with his words and actions, feeling blissed out. You push your hand into his boxers, feeling his length in your hand. He lets out a guttural groan, pulling off his boxers completely.

“Are you sure this is still okay?” You groan, getting impatient as you position his length to your entrance. A smirk finds its way onto your lips.

“Does it look like I’m okay with it?” Ben doesn’t answer for a few seconds, staring at your eyes.

He lets out a small ‘yes’ with a laugh and pushes himself in until he bottoms out. Your mouth is in a constant ‘o’ state, not having sex for a while, you forgotten what it felt to be completely filled out. You claw at the back of Ben’s back, knowing full well that it’ll leave marks tomorrow. Ben stalls for a few seconds. “Are you going to move?”

“Just let me get used to this, Babe, as I said, I haven’t had sex since we moved in together, if I start moving now, I won’t be able to last long.” His eyes are honest and full of lust. Your hand finds its way to his cheek as you bring his face to yours, eyes shutting and lips falling on his, for what it seems like to be the hundredth time this night. “So what is the IUD?” Ben says, clearly distracting himself from trying not to release in you straight away. He begins to move outwards slowly, as you look at him incredulously.

“You really want to ask me about something that’s jammed in my uterus?”

“Well, I’m jammed inside your vagina, so-” You slap his chest, with a scoff that turned into a moan as Ben pushed back in. He spilt out your name as you clenched your walls against him.

“Note to self, never have sex with a friend, they’ll try to pull some jokes-” You cut yourself off by a scream of Ben’s name, as soon as he hit the right spot.

“You won’t be having sex with anyone else, beside me, darling,” Ben repeatedly hits that same spot, a string of curses and Ben’s name falling off your lips. “Sorry, but you’re mine now.”

“It’ll be only you, it’s always going to be only you.” You moan, clawing at Ben’s back again. “Shit, Ben!” His hand trails down your body, landing on the bundle of nerves between your legs. You begin to squirm.

“I heard that women don’t really get off with just vaginal penetration, so, I thought to help you along, because I’m so fucking close-” he presses down hard and wiggles his fingers, “I’d play with you a bit more.” Ben’s voice sounds absolutely delicious as he says this, you bring your hand to his hair and pull him down to kiss you to hide the moans that are constantly falling from your lips. “This is so much better than my dreams.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You pull at his hair, not hard, but just enough for him to moan once again.

“Benny, I’m so close,” you whisper in his ear, he lets out a relieved sigh.

“Thank fuck, because I’ve been holding off for a while.” He laughs, continually applying pressure to your clit, thrusting deep to hit your g-spot. “You’re almost there,” you clench your walls around him. “I can feel it, I’m so close- shit,” he releases inside you, the warmth pushing you over the edge as well. You yell out Ben’s name over and over again, pushing your nails into his shoulders leaving crescent shapes in his skin.

He pulls himself out of you, you whine at the feeling of being empty. He stands up and walks to his bathroom, grabbing a cloth and wetting it with warm water. You begin to feel everything seep out of your hole, you close your legs to try to stop the uncomfortable feeling. Ben kneels on the bed, near your legs.

“C’mon, baby, open up, gotta clean you up,” Ben places his hands on your thighs, eyes hooded, clearly tired. You felt the same, tiredly and warily opening up your legs, you felt him gently wipe at the sensitive spot, feeling him stopping and starting, then finally wiping at your thighs. He presses a kiss to each thigh, then throws his shirt away. “I’ll put that in the wash later, right now, I need to hold my girl.” He pulls you into his chest, your hands bracing the impact slightly. You snuggled into his neck, pressing a few kisses there.

You blushed at the endearment, smiling to yourself as you could finally call him yours. He could call you his. This is all that you wanted for the past few years, someone to want and someone to want you back. Your breathing began to pick up, as you planned out your next few words.

“I love you.”

“That’s a relief,” Ben chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head. “I didn’t want this to just be a friends with benefits thing.” He puts his hand into your hair, scratching lightly. “I could never do that with you, I’d fall in love every single day over and over again.”

“Thank fuck.” You breathed.

The next morning you woke up to someone cuddling into your back, spooning you. You panicked for a second, before turning your head to see the sleepy blonde’s head placed in the mass of your hair. You felt a pleasant ache between your legs, reminiscent of last night’s antics.

You pulled away, hoping not to wake him up. You grab one of Ben’s shirts from the floor, not bothering to put on underwear as the shirt almost looked like a dress on you, hitting the mid-thigh. You walk into the kitchen, putting on the kettle to set yourself a cup of black tea. You grab the sugar and place it on the bench. You walk to the fridge and grab the milk, closing it to see Ben standing there, leaning on the door frame.

“Fuck, Ben,” you gasp, holding your chest where your heart would be.

“Hmm, love the sound of that,” He mumbles, walking towards you, settling his hands on your ass. He looks puzzled, feeling around your ass - lifting the bottom of the shirt, he sees you’re not wearing underwear. He gives you a lazy smirk. “You naughty girl.” You let out a squeak as he slaps your ass.

“I couldn’t be fucked putting on underwear, plus, you can’t tell I’m not wearing any, unless you lift up my shirt like an ass.” You slap his chest lightly and walk over to the bench where your tea awaited you.

You exaggerate your hip movements, leaning on your hip as you pour the hot water in the mug. You put the tea bag in the mug and turn back around to see Ben standing there, a smile on his lips. He walks up to you and places his hands around your waist and lifts you up. You let out a squeal, looking down at Ben as he twirls you two around. He stops and puts you down, still holding onto your waist.

“I’m glad we finally figured out we loved each other, didn’t know if I could go another day without telling you.”

You place a hand on his cheek, letting your thumb rub lightly. Your lips give his a gentle kiss, not hurried and not lustful, just a kiss to let him know that you’re his.

“Sorry to tell you this, but you really won’t be able to get rid of me anymore.” You sigh, shaking your head. He looks right into your eyes, not blinking once, seriousness in both his sight and voice.

“I don’t mind that at all, being with you will be heavenly.”

[rosedaewaters]

Who Do You Love - Joe Mazzello x Reader

Synopsis: Joe’s been distant lately with you, you’re confused on why. Let’s hope he can own up soon on why.

Words: 3.7k

Warning: like one swear word, reader be confused af

A/N: yall my best friend wrote this masterpiece its better than ive ever written but she cant be fucked putting it on her blog 😂 i love her a lot so show this some love too!!

Everything or nothing, that’s how it’s always been with Joe, and he’s always given me his everything. That’s why I found his behavior strange lately. I wouldn’t call it distant, but something had changed, like how he had been acting around me. He’s been dismissive, not wanting to spend as much time with me, but this behaviour wasn’t unusual, or unnatural for what’s changed in his life. He’s been on set for the past few months with his mates - coming home at unreasonable hours of the morning, 3am, 4am or even 6 in the morning.

*

“Hey Babe, did you want to go out for dinner tonight? Maybe to a nice fancy restaurant, just the two of us?” I had asked, happily. Looking towards Joe for your answer, after throwing my pillow on the freshly made up bed.

Joe and I lived together, it’s been this way for just over a year now. Everything had been going great when we both moved in together, it was like nothing had changed. He still took us out on dates, spontaneous gifts here and there, nothing too out there. But, maybe about a week ago, that went dull.

“Sorry, Hon. I can’t.” He said dryly, coming out from the bathroom with a towel around hung atop of his damp hair, which would be a rather attractive sight to you if it weren’t for the disappointing news.

A frown made its way upon my face as I had nodded sadly. “Oh, alright.” Shaking my head, I looked up towards where Joe was and smiled at him, running my hand through my hair, pushing it back. “That’s alright. I know that you’re busy with work and everything,” I explained as I turned off the Radio that sat on our nightstand, right next to a photo of Joe and I, the day we spent our one year anniversary at the beach. “I just thought it would be nice for you to have some time away for a while, you know?” My voice progressively got more and more shaky. I spun around after taking a good look at the photo.

Joe looked at me with sorrowful eyes, and took a step closer towards me. Shaking my head, I smiled more, even if I felt like my heart had fallen down to my feet. “I just thought that some time out away from everything, your practice and rehearsal,” Without my knowledge, a tear rolled down towards my chin. Sniffling and wiping away the tear, I shook my head once more, forgetting what I was going to say. “It really is okay, I just miss you.” Looking up into his eyes. “I really…I just really fucking miss you, Joe.”

Heading towards the bathroom door behind him, I softly spoke before shutting the door. “I have to get ready for work.” My eyes landed on his face just before I closed the door. Dread. That’s all I saw. His eyes filled with pure sadness and dread. Another tear had strolled its way down my cheek. This feeling… I never want to feel it again.

*

That was 6 days ago. I have spoken to Joe since then, of course, but it’s been small conversations, like how was your day and what do you want for dinner, as well as I Love You’s. To say I had been moping around the house since then would be an understatement. Of course I had been sad, but Joe hadn’t even apologised, or asked me if I’ve been okay since then. The same look of sadness hadn’t left his eyes, so I haven’t even thought the fact that he might want to leave me. He wouldn’t…would he?

Hearing my phone’s ringtone blast from the lounge-room, I left the kitchen to see who it was calling me. “Hey Gwilym, what’s up?” Trying your best to sound like you’ve been doing alright.

“Hey, love!” His welsh accent coming through easily. “I was just calling to see if you’d like to come on set and watch us rehearse? I know Joe might’ve contacted you about it already, but since you’re not here, I thought I’d ask if you wanted to come!” He sounds peachy and genuinely happy. I hope that Joe is too. “We all love your company around here, and it would be such a delight to have you.”

Smiling, I nodded, trying to ignore the fact that my heart still sat at my feet. Joe hadn’t said anything to me about coming in today, he hadn’t asked me if I wanted to come in and watch them rehearse, catch up with my friends. “Yeah, sure! I’ll see you guys soon, just text me the address of where you guys are rehearsing today.” As I was about to say goodbye, his voice piped up once more.

“How have you been lately, angel? I haven’t heard from you much. And I would ask Joe, but you’re the person I’m asking about, so I’d pick it as common sense to call you and ask.” Him asking how I’ve been is one thing, but to know he was genuinely concerned about me that he hadn’t gone to Joe to ask about my wellbeing is another. Gwilym was probably one of the guys I was closest to, minus Joe. After Joe had introduced me to the guys, Gwilym never failed on checking up on me, resulting on me getting closer and closer to him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Gwil.” Sounding a little bit deflated, I knew he would’ve picked up on it, so I tried to cover up. “Just a bit tired lately, you know? Work and all.” A dry laugh came out from my mouth. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

He stayed silent for a moment. I knew that he figured out that I wasn’t telling the truth. Nonetheless, he replied. “Alright, but I will always worry. You’re my friend, of course.” He spoke, gentle and slow, as to let me know he was genuine and true. That sent a pang straight to my heart. I felt my eyes well with tears. Wow, I’m emotional.

“Thank you, Gwil, but I’ll be okay.” Pausing for just a moment, i resumed talking. “Well, alright. I’m going to go and get ready then. I’ll see you soon, yeah?” He responds with a small yes, and then a goodbye. After we had hung up, I rolled my head backwards, taking in a long breath, and then breathing out, feeling like some of the weight had gone.

If only it were that easy.

Not bothering to hop into the shower, having had one late last night, I just walked into the room and got myself ready. Throwing on a T-Shirt, sweater and some well fitted jeans, I tugged on my boots and left the house.

After I lock the car, I walk through the car park. When I see Ben and Gwilym laughing and bickering, I let out a small laugh at their silliness, wondering if they do the same with Joe. My smile falters as my thoughts bring Joe into play, I shake my head - I don’t need to be thinking of him right now, I’ve got my friends to see.

“Hey Y/N!” Gwil yells from where they’re standing. I smile widely as I lift my arm up to wave at them, walking towards where they stood.

“Hey guys!” I giggle with excitement as I see they’re trying to fight for the first hug. I hug Gwil first, Ben shrugs and decides to join in, pulling us all together, closer. I let out another laugh as they both let go of me. “How have you guys been?” I ask, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear, listening intently.

“Yeah! We’ve been great!” Ben says, enthusiastically. It was nice to be with them, they were so calm, fun and laid back, all things that Joe hasn’t been lately, and it makes me sad. I want Joe to be as happy as them, especially when they’re at home.

“Oh god, you guys really do look like young Rog and Bri,” I play with a strand of Gwil’s fake bouncy hair. “Holy shit, it feels so real too!”

“C’mon, hun, come on in!” Gwilym extends his hand in front of him, in the gesture of ‘come along’. I smile and begin to walk in, Ben on my right and Gwil on my left.

Heading off into the set of the recording studio, Ben and Gwil disappearing somewhere into the crowd of makeup artists, I assumed, I looked around the room, observing it. It looked like the inside of a shack, but behind the glass was where they, Queen, would’ve recorded their songs. Or, actually, a replica of where they would have recorded their songs.

“When did you get here?” Hearing a familiar voice behind me, my heart began to race. Turning around to see Joe, my heart raced faster. He had his wig, makeup and outfit on, all prepared for his scenes. He really looks like the younger version of John Deacon! Behind his eyes were some sort of happiness, but I could tell that when he saw me, he was nervous. Nervous about what, I wouldn’t know, my best guess is getting his lines right.

Smiling at him, I walked towards him to give him a small hug, saying a gentle hello. Pulling back from him, I smiled at him. He gave me a small smile back, and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. Feeling my cheeks become slightly hot, I looked down towards the ground, bashfully.

Taking a small step backwards, away from him, I took a glance around the room again. “Is this where they would record their songs?” Referring to Queen, I looked back at Joe shortly after glancing around the room once more.

He nodded his head lightheartedly. “Well, it’s a recreation of what would have been their recording studio.” He smiles as he looks around. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” As he’s looking around, I take the time to observe the man that I adore.

His eyes were looking right into mine, his beautiful, hazel eyes. His adorable puppy-dog eyes. They haven’t changed since I had met him. His defined jaw wasn’t sporting his usual beard, he was shaven clean for the movie. Honestly, I love him when he does or doesn’t have his facial hair. I mean, he is gorgeous no matter what. His beard makes it all the more fun to kiss him, having the fun, ticklish feeling left to linger.

As I start to look around, I feel a pair of eyes on me. Looking back at Joe, his eyes met mine once more. As the blood rushes to my cheeks, causing a tint of pink to spread across my cheeks, leaving them rosy, I can’t tell what he’s feeling anymore. Whether he is feeling too much, or nothing at all.

“Can you wait here for just a second?” He asks, reaching out to hold my hand. My heart started to beat faster as I nodded my head, reaching my arm out for his hand to grab mine. He rubbed his thumb on the top of my hand, and then let go. I didn’t want him to let go of my hand, his hands felt so soft and warm, I felt safe just holding them. When his hand slipped out of mine, I felt like whimpering. I felt like I was losing something, but he gave me a reassuring smile, and then left the room. As the door closed, I felt cold. I moved myself backwards to sit on the couch in the back of the room.

Ten minutes had passed and Joe still hadn’t come back, so I decided I would get up and walk around the room, observe more closely. As I had stood up to take a closer look at things, Gwilym had walked in. I wouldn’t say he looked panicked, but definitely flushed. “Gwil, is everything okay?” I ask with a small chuckle coming from my mouth.

He doesn’t say a word. He just grabs my wrist, wearing a smile from ear to ear, and then leads us out of the room. “Gwil, where are we going? I’m supposed to wait for Joe-” All that is going through my body right now is the feeling of utter confusion.

When Gwil looks over his shoulder with a small smirk, I am even more confused. He shuffles us past small groups of people, other parts of the set, I couldn’t even tell where we were going anymore. When he opened a door and pushed us through, we found ourselves at a fountain. A beautiful fountain. My eyes widened, looking around the beautiful place.

“This place… It’s gorgeous!” Spinning to get a 360 view of the room, I turned around to look at Gwilym, but it turns out that in the midst of walking in here and now, he walked out.

Standing on the small set, surrounded by four walls, I found myself in awe with everything. The floor was artificial grass, yet soft and felt so real, dusted with small pink, yellow, and purple flowers. All of my favourite colours. There was a small tree in corner, setting shading upon the fountain that was spurting water. The water that rests in the fountain was adorned with lily pads that had flowers carefully placed on the top of them. I couldn’t help but admire everything that I was surrounded in. I felt like a princess in a fantasy world, this doesn’t seem real.

“Hi, Sweetie.” Hearing Joe’s soft voice behind me, I saw that he looked completely different than when I had last saw him. He wasn’t John Deacon anymore, he was Joseph Mazzello, the man I had fallen madly in love with the day I had met him.

“Joe.” I said, but it came out more as a question than anything. I knew it was him, but I didn’t know why he wasn’t in his wig anymore. “What’s going on? I thought rehearsal didn’t finish until late?” Cocking my head to the side, I took a closer look at him. Was he wearing a tuxedo?

He walked towards me with me smile on his face, a tinge of pink dusting his cheekbones.

“Y/N, I have debated on when I wanted to do this,” He began, making my heart race faster and faster. Having that smile on his face washed away all my worries of him ending this relationship. “But seeing you stand there in front of me, your cheeks pink, eyes filled with nothing but love, I knew my decision had been made right then and there.” His smile had only gotten wider, and I felt that I could hear his heart beating out of his chest. “But before I do go on, there is one thing I want to get out of the way first.”

He’s all I can see. Nothing else in this room is in my view. The faux grass, the tree, the fountain or the lily pads, nothing. Just Joe. Just Joe in his navy blue suit, bowtie and well shined shoes. “I know that recently, I haven’t been myself. I didn’t notice, but when I told the boys, they helped me see things really clearly. And I am so sorry if I had made you feel unloved, or scared that you would lose me. I am so sorry.” He sniffled gently, keeping the water that was welling his eyes at bay. Dabbing his clothed wrist onto his eyes, ridding himself of the water, he continued on with his speech.

“You are my everything. You’re honestly all I see. I don’t want to be anywhere without you, or without the memory of you. I want to go everywhere and be there with you, or if you can’t be there, remember us going there together. I don’t want to be without you.” The water reappeared at the brim of his eyes, just as they appeared in mine too. My heart continued to beat loudly.

He took one more step closer, one stray tear strolling down his cheek. I instinctively lifted my arm, pressing my thumb against his cheek to wipe away the tear. He chucked and grabbed my arm, sliding it down to slip his hand into mine, moving his other arm forward to grab my other hand, holding them both.

“You are the person I cherish the most. I love our time together.” He smiled, sniffling once more, swinging our arms side to side. “Do you remember our first year anniversary?” He chuckles. Remembering back to the day, I laughed with him.

That day at the beach, I had been frightened by the birds down there, running away from them, all while trying to desperately keep my hat on in the rough wind. Joe stood a fair bit away, laughing at the scene while trying to shoo the birds away.

Nodding my head, he continued with what he was saying. “That day, I won’t ever forget it. Not just because you were afraid of the birds,” He laughed gently, but then tighened his grip in my hands. “But because that day, the sun hit you in a way I have never seen. You looked like an angel. A real life angel, send down here to bless not just me, but every person that you come in contact with in every way possible.” His voice was soft, fragile, like he was trying not to break glass. “I would say you have never looked more beautiful, but you get more and more beautiful every day. I can never get enough of you, I really can’t. You take my breath away with every passing moment.”

As he finished his sentence, I looked at him with so much love in my eyes. I squeezed his hands harder just as he was slipping them out from my grasp. He took a small step back, and then got down on one knee.

“Joe?” I asked, my heart beating a million miles an hour, my heart just about to come out of my chest. My hands had flung up to my mouth instinctively, not knowing what else to do with them.

“Baby, I honestly cannot see my future without you in it, and I don’t want to hold this off any longer.” He takes a small black velvet box out of his back pocket and holds it in his hand. “You mean so much to me, and I would feel like the luckiest guy on the face of this earth if you would be my wife, Y/N.” He opens the box to reveal a simple, yet elegant silver ring.

Nodding my head vigorously, he shot up, wrapping his arms around me. “I love you so much, Joe. Of course, of course I’ll marry you.” Saying, trying to sound like I’m not about to cry, I hug him tightly in my arms.

Hearing repeated bang’s go off behind Joe, I look to see that Gwil, Ben, Rami and Lucy had all been standing there with party poppers in their hands. “Congratulations you guys!” Lucy loudly says, over all of the boys popping their poppers after she did hers.

Lucy raced forward to throw her arms around the both of us, the boys following suit. Congratulations and I’m so happy for you guys were thrown around, but in all honesty, my eyes were only set on Joe, who had never looked happier. He was smiling from ear to ear and his eyes were glistening, like there were stars in his eyes. Moving my hand from Joe’s back, where I was hugging him, I placed my hand on his cheek.

He turned his head to look at me, his eyes filling with fondness and love. As we got closer, our lips pressing against one anothers, cheers had filled the room once again. Not having a single care in the world, my hand had slipped from his cheek to the back of his neck, my fingers running through his hair in the process.

His hand had found its place on my back, pushing me closer to him. Hearing mumbling and then a door closing, I had only assumed that the group had made their way outside, giving us our privacy.

Our lips didn’t pull away for another minute after that. When we needed air, only then we decided to pull away, our foreheads pressed together. “I love you so much, Y/N.” His eyes, his shining, emerald green eyes had opened to look directly into mine, his hand from my back finding its way to rest on my cheek, his thumb rubbing away any tears that had strayed from my eyes.

“I love you so much too, Joe. Enough that I would marry your goofy ass.” Chuckling silently, I leaned forward to peck his lips once more, pulling away, resting my arms on his shoulders to keep steady.

His lips twitched into a smirk, his hands landing on my hips. “Oh, sweetie, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Making the both of us laugh, he pressed his lips against mine with more passion than before, our bodies in much closer proximity than before. My hands finding their way in his hair once more.

One of his hands had found their way up my shirt, gripping my torso, like he was embedding my body in his mind. My whole body was pressed right up against his. I started to breathe more heavily than before, my body starting to increase in temperature. Joe had moved his hands from my body, trailing one hand up to cup my cheek

He began to pull away, but I didn’t want him to go, so I pushed myself forward. Feeling him smile against my lips and feeling him laugh, he stopped me from pushing my lips against his, and pulled away. Pouting as he looked me in the eyes, he just rubbed his thumb against my cheek. A smirk spread itself across his face just as he had leaned in to whisper to me.

“Don’t worry baby.” His breath fanned against my neck, making goosebumps travel down my whole body. “You can get more when we get home. So much more.”

Although I’m very impatient to get home, if this is what the future looks like, I can’t wait.