#60s!ben hardy x reader

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part X)

Summary

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1960s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, hospitalization, defibrillation, crying.

Notes: this is the last part!! thank u sm for reading and lmk what u thought of the series in comments. love u guys!! x

I pulled open the curtain, looking back at Ben in his bed and the back at the man that was getting settled into his own. They had similar facial features but the older man had grey hair and wrinkles on the side of his mouth and around his eyes. There was no way.

I looked back to Ben. What was going on? What were the odds?

"He's awake. Sir! Sir, how are you feeling?" one of the nurses asked. I stood up instantly, trying to get a better look at the man. As he started to talk, a man walked by, closing the curtains.

"Bella?" I heard Ben grasply. I turned to him, sitting down instantly. "Hey, how are you feeling? Do you want the nurse?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I don't feel so good," he whispered as I sat down. I gently brushed his hair out of his face. "I know, babe. I know," I said and held his hand.

A nurse knocked at the wall beside the curtain. "Come in," I called out, not moving my eyes from Ben.

"How is he feeling?" she asked, putting on some gloves. "Not so good, doc." he said, his voice strained. "She popped on a protective, plastic cover onto the thermometer. "Open your mouth," she instructed, placing the thermometer under his tongue.

A minute later, it beeped and she took it out of his mouth, glancing at the temperature, "Your fever has gone down to 100.6 degrees. We'll still need to monitor you and figure out what is really going on with you. I'll get someone to bring you a jello and water," she said, popping of the protective cover into the trash before walking out.

"It's not just the flu, is it Y/N?" he asked, looking up at me. I shook my head. "Apparently, your body is eating itself away," I said, my voice cracking, "I should've never let you come."

"No, babe. I wanted to. I wasn't happy where I was. I was barely living. This isn't your fault," he said, squeezing my hand. "Ben, I've only known you for what? Two weeks?" I pointed out. "Two and a half," he muttered under his breath. I scoffed.

"We barely knew what was going to happen. We hadn't even known each other for a month. It was foolish of me to let you come with me and know look at where you are!" I exclaimed, loudly. Surely the nurses walking by could hear us.

"But it isn't your fault. Who knows what this possibly could be from?" he said after sighing. "What else would it be from Ben? The man in the room across from you has the same fever as you and the same name. None of this is just coincidental," I said.

There was a prolonged silence before Ben broke it. "So, what's going to happen?" he asked. "I don't know, babe."

The curtains slide open and the nurse from earlier walked in. "Here's your jello and water. Just press this blue button if you need anything," she said. We quietly thanked her before she left.

"Please come here," Ben said rasply, "Please." He moved over in his bed, making as much space as possible so that I could fit. I laid down next to him, resting my right leg over him. His body was still warm and his heartbeat was sped up slightly.

"What if you have to go back?" I asked, without thinking. "Why would I have to, love?" he was slightly confused at my question. "What if this doesn't get better. If it's not temporary. What if it's fatal?" I rambled on.

He hugged me closer to him and kissed my forehead, "If it is then I maybe I'll go back." I didn't say anything after that. I just laid next to him listening to the sound of his heart beating and drawing circles on his chest.

After about half an hour, he had fallen asleep, exhausted from everything that had happened. I carefully got up, trying not to wake him. I walked out of his room and speaker through the curtains from the older Ben's room.

He was sleeping peacefully, just as Ben was in the other room. His hair was a bit shorter and grey. He had gained some weight and his arms had lost some of their muscle.

My eyes lowered to the ground and I backed up from out of the room. If the present Ben was here in this lifetime, could my Ben survive here as well? I wondered if that was why they were both sick. It couldn't possibly be just a coincidence.

Ben now was married, in his old age and probably had kids as well as grandkids. The chance for me with him would be if I had been born when he had, back in the early 1950s. That, or go back and be with him which I honestly didn't know if it was worth it or not. I loved him but I could just throw my life away. It wouldnt work out.

I walked back to Ben's room, curling up beside him. His arm wrapped around me and he nuzzled into my hair, half asleep. He would have to go back.

"I love you," I whispered, not intending to receive any response. Ben hummed, still half asleep.

I awoke by a nurse frantically shaking me. "You need to get up, now!" she said, almost yelling at me. I sat up and looked over. They had Ben's shirt off and he looked deadly pale. They were prepping the defibrillator.

I quickly jumped out from the bed, looking at Ben in shock. Tears welled up in my eyes. Was he dead? "Ma'am, you need to step out," one of the doctors ordered. I heard the buzzing of the electricity from the defibrillator. I backed out of the room, as they shocked Ben, making me jump.

I turned around and doctors and nurses were frantically doing the same in the older Ben's room. I slightly shook my head, sitting on floor backed up against the wall. I had to get Ben back as soon as possible.

After 15 minutes or so, they had managed to stabilize his heartbeat. The same with the man across the room. How did they not realize they had two men who had the same name and condition. A nurse mentioned that I could go in and see him which made me push the thoughts into the back of my mind.

I sat in the chair beside his bed and held his hand, moving my thumb across his knuckles. I just watched him. I would miss him so much.

A little while later, I heard rustling in a the bed and a deep groan. "Y/N," he called out. "I know, babe. I'm here. You're okay," I whispered to him and he groaned again. I squeezed his hand, assuring him that I was here.

A moment or two passed before I called out for him. "Ben, you need to go back," I told him and he nodded his head, "I know."

He moved over to make room for me in the small hospital bed. I carefully climbed in and he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me as close to him as he possibly could.

"Just one more day, please," he begged, his chest softly vibrating as he spoke. "Ben, look at you. You almost died. You did die. Who knows what will happen if you stayed here for another day," I said.

He just nodded, understanding the situation. His grip tightened on me and my fingers grazed her his hard chest. A knot in my throat started to grow and and tighten. I tried to swallow it as tears welled in my eyes. I started to quietly cry into his chest.

"One more hour than, just an hour," he pleases and I nodded, looking up at him. He smiled, lifting his hand to my face. He gently swiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb. "I'm so in love with you," he whispered softly. I smiled sadly, "I'm so in love with you," I whispered back.

I brought my hand up to his face, my fingers dancing from his temple to his cheek then to his lips. He was so beautiful.

We laid there just cuddling and studying each other's features. It went by too fast and the clock chimed. An hour had passed. The familiar knot tightened in my throat as I started to cry. Ben hugged me, reaching over to grab my phone and then handed it to me. I sighed, typing in the password opening up the tab with the link on it.

I slowly handed it back to him. He looked to me, leaning in to kiss me. Our lips moved slowly against each other. It was passionate, yet gentle.

Suddenly, his presence disappeared from me. I fluttered my eyes open. Ben was gone, my phone sitting on the bed beside me.

I got up, slowly. It was like all of it was a dream. He was gone. I walked out of the room and walked to the present Ben's room. Or I guess now, just Ben's room.

I peaked through the curtain and saw that he was awake. His eyes met mine and I backed up, gasping. "Bella?" he called out. My breath hitched in my throat. I pushed open the curtain to meet him.

"Holy shit," he exclaimed. He was just as vulgar as he was when he was young. "You're just as I remembered. Did I just leave?" he asked. "You remember?" I asked and he nodded.

The tears that been building up in my eyes started to roll down. "I'm so sorry," I sobbed and he got up from his bed, slowly. He hugged me close to him as I wrapped my arms around him. He was still taller than me.

"It's okay. I'm okay," he told me. I stepped back, nodding. "You need to move on. I always kept you in my heart. Now I have a family of my own. I'm married and have a son and a grandson, who is your age," I nodded, smiling, "I'm happy for you."

"Goodbye," I said, backing up. "Bye, love," he said, waving. I smiled, turning around and walking away. Suddenly, I bumped into a hard chest.

"I'm so sorry," I said, looking up. "You're fine, love," the boy said. He looked so much like Ben. "This is my grandson, James," Ben said from behind me. I smiled, "Hi, James," I greeted him, smiling. "Hey, beautiful."

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[nonsensestuff]

POV: You're Brian's girlfriend and you love taking pictures of him

I saw a similar trend on tik tok, so I decided to make it myself here on Tumblr. I'll post the other members of the band as well as I plan to do it with the borhap cast.

Hope you like it 😊

John

Freddie

Roger

Borhap Cast

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‘Impala ‘67’ Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: Roger just got a new car, at which you aren’t very happy at first, but on the back seat he managed to convince you otherwise.

Words: 1k

Warnings: cuddling, kissing, convincing, car smut, fingering, appreciation.

Here is it. Enjoy:

“I don’t believe my bloody eyes.” You blinked a few times.

“Don’t you like it?” Roger pout his lips and lifted his eyebrow.

“You don’t need another…” you shook your head chuckling.

“But baby! This is brand new. They just released it in the US.” Roger tried to reason with you.

“Wow. Of course.” Your sarcastic side took over.

“Let me give you a ride with this shiny new baby.” Roger smirked, slowly making his way closer to you.

You rolled your eyes and huffed.

“Come on baby. Please, petal?” He but his lips seductively as his hands found their way to your hips.

Your lips were tightly put together, as you looked straight into his begging eyes.

“Just one ride. I want you to her roar.” He whispered in your ear.

“Isn’t my roar enough for you?” You wanted to tease him for a little longer.

“That’s different. You know it.” Roger’s eyes were more than begging.

“One ride.” You pushed past his shoulder went over the car.

“Yes!” Roger was excited to hop on the driver’s seat.

“Listen carefully now.” He smirked at you.

He started the engine and let it roar for a bit before heading straight for the M-25 motorway.

“What do you think?” Roger’s excitement was to the roof. The only time you’ve seen him this happy is when you give him a head.

You smiled and pretended to be excited about the things he was babbling about, which you didn’t understand anyway.

“It’s quite fast.” You traced your fingers over his arm.

“I knew you’d like it.” He proudly smirked and slid his hand off the steering wheel down to your knee.

Your lip curled into a tiny smile at the corner of your mouth.

“Come oon sweetie.” He squeezed your thigh.

“Roger…” you started warningly “watch the road.”

“I am, baby, I am.” he smirked while the grip on your thigh hardened.

“You gon kill us both if you continue.” you laughed, but soon realised how true that was.

“Is that so? I my baby girl worried?” he cooed.

“Don’t be so childish. I mean it.” you punched his arm.

“Alright. Alright.” he laughed and pulled over soon enough.

“Happy?” he asked, unbucking your seatbelt, and his quickly after.

“Let me show you exactly how comfortable this car could be, hm?” he pointed to the back seat.

You shook your head and hopped on the back seat, and he followed.

“Loot out the window, baby.” Roger squished you tighter in his arms.

“It’s quite clear tonight.” you hummed.

Roger held you close in his arms, and you felt amazingly safe and protected. But as you were sitting in his lap, you couldn't help but slowly grind yourself against his thigh.

“Baby…” you whispered, as your lips were finding their way to his neck. Your hands buried in his blonde locks, while his hands were nicely resting on your bum.

“Petal? Wanna say somethin’?” he grabbed your bum and grund you tighter over his shaft.

“I’m really startin to like this car.” you moaned, as you kissed and sucked on his neck.

“It’s been some time…” he huffed.

“I know, and I’m incredibly sorry. That’s why I need you Rog.” you whined, as your grinding was getting harder and you started to feel the familiar knob in your stomach tighten.

“Come here.” he grunted,  flipping you over and laying you down the seat.

He hovered over you, pushing his knee between your legs, lightly pressing against  your knickers, where you needed friction the most.

He leaned over you and started kissing you. His lips dominating, you felt the hunger in him. It only made you weaker for his touch.

You moaned as his tongue was passionately playing with yours, and his hands were roaming up and down your body.

“What a tight little number.” he hissed as he rolled your flared dress up.

“My favourite.” you smiled.

You pulled his down by the neck and pressed his head over your chest. Brushing his nose over the outlines of yout breasts he was breathing hard.

“May I?” his deep voice resonated in your chest.

“Please.” you managed.

His hand roamed down and slid your knickers to the side. Pressing two fingers flat against your hot core you exhaled the breath you were holding.

“Glistening.” he noted and kissed you once again.

His fingers kept pressing over your clit and opening, but you needed more.

“Rog.” you whined, bucking your hips up.

“Tell me babydoll. You gotta tell me what you want.” he cooed watching you struggle underneath him.

“I need to have you. Please.” you groaned.

“Need me to do what?” This?” he pushed his finger with one swift move inside, as you almost screamed of pleasure.

“Or maybe this?” he curled his fingers, right on the spot, which made your toes curl.

“Fuck. yes!” you whined.

“Ha. I know, I know.” roger smirked as his fingers started moving with slow steady motion. He kept a distance between your bodies, just to observe you. To watch you wriggle in pleasure from his fingers alone.

“Roger.Rog.” you started throwing your body harder. “I’m so close. Roger!” you reached for his tight bulge and stroked him over his jeans.

“Uh-uh. This is about you, baby.” he caught your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“But. But.” you struggled to speak, as his fingers were fucking you hard, and you knew you werent going to last long.

Roger kept your hand in his and brought it to his face “Cum for me baby. Come on doll. I want you to make mess on my fingers.” he kissed the inside of your palm, which drive you over the edge.

You body felt uncontrollable, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as the building ecstasy finally exploded. You came with a load scream of Roger’s name.

“That’s right.” he was panting, but kept licking and gently kissing your hand.

“I love to watch you come.” he confessed, as his fingers had stopped moving, but stayed inside of you.  

Slowly taking them out you whined from the heightened sensitivity. “I… I…” you panted from your high.

“Easy baby, I’ve got ya. ” he kissed your temple, nose and finally your lips.

“I’m really liking this car now.” you laughed.

“I know.” he smirked, taking you under his arm, where you rested your head on his chest.

“Maybe I should just show you how much I liked it.” you lifted your brow and looked at him.

[thepinkwriterr]

Ready Freddie? // Queen Chapter One

*~º♡Cast*♡ º~

Lucy Boynton as Olivia Newton 

The Beatles as The Moldy Men 

The Rolling Stones as City Fool 

And, as themselves:

Freddie Mercury 

Roger Taylor

Brian May

John Deacon

The Point Place Losers

[freddiesaysalright]

Masterlist

Here it is y’all! I’ll do my best to update it regularly :)

The numbers refer to my Prompt List

Hallow-Queen Prompts HallowQUEEN Masterlist

Series/Long Fics

My Man (Ben!Roger x Reader) Part I Part II Part III (kinda steamy at the end) Part IV Part V (tw: attempted sexual assault) Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Epilogue Bonus Blurb

Catching Up (Joe x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI (contains smut) Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Epilogue

Dancing With Ben (Ben x Reader) Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Week 7 Week 8 (contains smut) Week 9 Week 10 Week 11 Week 12 Epilogue

I Don’t Like You or Your Band (John Deacon x Reader) Preview Full Fic (contains smut)

Lingerie (Joe Mazzello x Reader) Sneak Peek (smut) Full Fic (smut)

Peace Like A River (Gwilym x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Part XI Epilogue

Imagines/Requests

Ben Hardy Ben and post-baby reader Ben saves reader from attack at a party (tw: attempted sexual assault) Ben and reader love at first sight (very fluffy) Ben helps reader with a sprained ankle Ben fights with reader about screenshots online Reader sees Ben’s ex on his Insta Reader is daughter of a Hollywood exec Ben and a younger woman Ben falling for a bookshop girl Ben wants to take you on vacation Ben and Filipino reader Running away from your asshole fiance with Ben Trying to start a family with Ben Long distance relationship with Ben (fluffy) 15 and 43 29 and 46 (smut) Introducing his boyfriend to the rest of he BoRhap boys 20, 21, 22 (smut) 1 and 44 (smut) 2 and 25 Dad!Ben (fluffy) Domestic fluff w/ daughter and baby #2 on the way Starring with him in a movie Morning sex with Ben (smut) Telling him you’re pregnant on his birthday Ben and your daughter surprising you on Mother’s Day Getting with Joe’s brother on set What You Deserve Firsts Reuniting after breaking up Misunderstanding you and Roger’s relationship When his fans are rude to you Dating an Australian HCs Dating a punk girl Teaching him drums for BoRhap Coaching your daughter’s soccer team Sub!Ben w/ pegging (smut) Asking you to have a baby with him (smut) Relieving his stress (smut) Comforting you after getting a haircut Asking him to make a sex tape (kinda steamy) Taking care of you after getting your tonsils out

Joe Mazzello Joe and reader find out they’re having twins Joe and reader with PTSD WWI AU with soldier!Joe and nurse!reader (very fluffy) Cheering up Rami’s sister after a breakup Meeting Joe after a long term relationship Drunk crying over Joe Joe helping reader with body image issues Meeting Joe on a blind date Getting with Joe at Rami and Lucy’s wedding (fluffy) A musical proposal Joe comforting you after a nightmare (kinda steamy)  Surprising you at work Comforting you when stress triggers depression Taking a bath with him (steamy) Drunkenly seducing him (steamy) You and Joe having lots of kids + one more 15 and 19 49 and 20 (smut) 40 and 49 36 and 50 21 and 27 (smut) Accidentally revealing you’re pregnant in an interview 28 and 34 41, 44, 23 Joe being clingy in his sleep Neighbor!Joe Romantic dinner away from the kids (steamy) Part II of ^ (smut) Fighting before he goes on a trip Joe wants to move in together but Y/N is hesitant When you’re different from his exes Choosing adoption Taking your grandmother’s ring to propose Celebrating going to college together Taking care of you on your birthday Comforting him after a breakup Proposing to you after a roller coaster Bath bomb proposal (kinda steamy) Morning sex with Joe at your parents’ house (smut) Morning sex interrupted by your baby (smut) Dancing to Somebody to Love at your wedding Baking with him on a lazy weekend Wedding night (smut) Introducing him to Stranger Things He takes you to a Yankees game Dad!Joe on your daughter’s birthday Stargazing with him Sub!Joe (smut) Dancing to Senorita Watching fireworks with him Keeping you up to watch the cricket world cup Starting the family band Aftercare with Joe Going to Burger King at 1AM Falling asleep watching TV Drunk makeout with Joe HCs Comforting you after losing your cat Wanting you to stay in bed with him Being Joe’s stylist (smut) Convincing you to dance with him Playing Just Dance with him Getting together while on vacation (smut) Feeling like you’re not good enough for him Doing a bunch of DIY around the house  Discovering his size kink (smut) Camping adventures Your first time sleeping together (smut) Catching you masturbating (smut) At your wedding reception Rami and Lucy hyping you and Joe up for your first date Falling asleep/waking up next to him HCs (kinda steamy) Distracting you from your yoga (smut) Telling him you want to wait until marriage Embarrassing your kids in front of their friends Going to bed angry HCs Turning him on in public (smut) Saying goodbye before college Drifting apart HCs (angst)

Gwilym Lee Gwilym comforts bartender reader Threesome with Gwilym and Rami (kinda steamy but also not my best work) Gwilym helps reader destress after exams (extremely fluffy) Giving Gwil a strip tease (kinda steamy) Gwil almost makes you watch Child’s Play  Gwil helps reader who is afraid of storms (FLUFFY AS SHIT PROBABLY MY FAVORITE) Gwilym and reader fight before a party Gwilym’s best friend has feelings for him Gwilym comes home after a month away Gwil and reader say goodbye to their dog (PAINFUL) Gwil used to make fun of reader in school Fighting for you at a bar Comforting him through loss of a loved one (fluffy) Playing Chrissy in BoRhap Reader attacked while with Gwil at a bar (tw: attempted sexual assault) Meeting Gwil and his friends at the bar Fighting with him before a business trip Getting into an accident and Gwil stays by your side Waking up with Gwilym (fluffy) 9, 29, 43 Baking Introducing you to Brian and Roger Comforting you after a bad breakup  Being with an American on 4th of July Surprising him on his birthday Firsts Moving in together Gwil and Playmate!Reader (smut) “Strangers at a bar” (smut) Dressing as schoolgirl for him (smut) Sub!Gwil w/ slight breeding kink (smut) Comforting you about your nose When you get you wisdom teeth out

Rami Malek Rami hooks up with a fan at the bar (smut) Part II of ^ Rami and reader skinny dip in their pool (kinda steamy) Helps reader with writer’s block relax (smut) Reader has a hard time showing emotions Taking care of sick Rami (fluffy) Defending Rami Fighting with Rami Rami winning you over on set (kinda steamy) An unexpected proposal 36 and 29 Seeing you without makeup Sub!Rami headcanons (smut) Proposing to you after sex (brief smut) Rami in drag for BoRhap HCs (smut) Under The Stars Friends to lovers Telling him you’re terminally ill (angsty as fuck) Taking your daughter to her first day of school Rami and deaf!reader cooking for his family

Lucy Boynton Helping her with her wedding Celebrating your anniversary Relieving the sexual tension (smut) Coming out to the cast together Getting drunk and admitting her feelings to you When your daughter is getting bullied

Allen Leech Taking you home to Ireland

Brian May Finding out Brian cheated (ANGSTY) Brian proposing on stage (fluffy) Brian and reader fuck at the drive in (smut) Brian and HS gf lose their virginities (smut) Brian comforts reader after serious accident (very fluffy) Brian and reader with ADHD Reader passes out and goes to hospital Brian and reader’s wedding day Dom!Bri blurb (smut) Road tripping with Brian (kinda steamy) Confessing his feelings under the stars You and Brian’s daughter coming out You and Brian’s daughter marrying her girlfriend  2 and 46 (smut) 50 Brian and plus size reader 40 (smut) 20 and 31 28, 33, 36 Roger’s groupies make fun of Brian’s gf Carrying you to bed b/c of an injury All his pet names for you Being insecure he might be cheating “Rumor has it I make you nervous” Enemies w/ benefits to lovers Becoming smitten with a flutist Defending you from the press

Roger Taylor  Flirting with reader after a gig Rog gets jealous when John accidentally sees reader nude Making up after a fight Performing Rocky Horror for him (kinda steamy) Teaching his best friend the drums Dreaming Roger was in an accident 60s Roger 80s Roger and Filipino reader  Roger and Latina reader Roger confessing his feelings after a car accident 10, 17, 37 Passing notes “All I Wanted” songfic She’s out of my life (angsty) Fighting with his childhood friend but getting together Being amused by your emotions on your period Public quickie with Roger (smut) 8, 17, 38 Doing his Rogerina makeup

John Deacon Joe!John kissing reader for the first time 20 and 42 27 and 21 Meeting John on SNL Helping you with period pain Talking about you in an interview Waking him up on his birthday

Freddie Mercury 19 He’s your first kiss 27 (fluffy) 46 Comforting you during stress When he isn’t there for you (daughter!reader)

BoRhap Boys Pregnancy fluff Discussing accents Ben interrupts you and Gwil’s wedding Helping you when you’ve been rejected

Queen Helping their protege after she gets pregnant  Choosing between Brian and Roger Taking care of you after fracturing your tailbone

[siempre-pedro]

My Kid Punched His Kid |4|

Single Dad!Teacher!Ben Hardy x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: A playground fight between two 8-year-olds bring together 2 lonely single parents.

In This Chapter: Our favorite single parents bickering. cute ass kids! More of Ben’s son! 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Here’s part 4 everybody!!! I’m so proud of this and really hope you like it. Please let me know what you think, I love your feedback!  Thank you thank you for all the nice messages i love them all. 

Y/N leaned against the wall outside the classroom, her arms crossed over chest with her fingertips tapping the sleeves of her light blue suede moto jacket. Her Y/E/C eyes scan the halls of mostly mothers waiting to pick up their kids, half of them wore basically nothing. She smirks, further presses her back to the wall.

Once the bell rings all the moms rush in probably ignoring their kids and fighting over the attention of the teacher. It was the perfect opportunity to go in and rush out before he could notice her. Peeling herself off the wall she walks in and approaches Abby’s desk. Looking down at the brightly colored name card with ‘Abagail’ written nicely in his handwriting. “How was the movie?” she asks.

Abby narrows her eyes, looking up at her mom with confusion, her brain trying to come up with how she knew. “How did you know we watched a movie?” she questions with suspicion evident in her voice. Y/N mouth opens in regret. Shit. She thinks on her feet and pouts her lips.

“I’m your mom. I know everything.” That was fair. Abby nods and agreement and continues to pack her bag in silence, her blue eyes look towards the corner of the room through the locks of curled hair. She was typically a fearless kid, sure she didn’t like the dark but she was the kid that punched another in the face without hesitation. She looks up at her mom who was trying not to look in the direction of her teacher's desk “Mom I need to ask you something?”

“What’s up, Babe?”

Abby takes a deep breath, rolls her shoulders back to stand tall “Can me and James have a playdate?” her words come out fast like she’s out of breath, happy to get it over with. She stands tall, her eyes squint to show power…she learned it from a movie and kept it in the back of her mind just in case the occasion arose. She puts on her backpack and grips the glittery straps tightly.

Y/N bends down to meet Abby’s eye line, she sighs and rubs her shoulder lovingly. It was a terrible idea. Things would be awkward; the kids wouldn’t know but they would know. “Abs, you know Mr. Jones and I don’t get along. I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she reasons. Abagail narrows her eyes and huffs, looking away from her mother. 

“Mom, this isn’t about you,” she says sternly, looking back at her. Y/N’s jaw drops in shock caught off guard from the sudden anger in her child. 

“Excuse me? What happened to my 8-year-old?” she questions with nervous laughter. 

“Mom,” she growls, folding her arms. The Y/H/C haired woman closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She gets up and looks down at Abby sympathetically. She loathed the man, but breaking her daughter's heart weighed heavier on her heart than her pride.

“Fine, I’ll go talk to him,” she says as calmly as she could. She turns to the man who was preoccupied with the moms who were trying to get his attention. “Mr. Jones?” Ben’s head snaps up and grins wildly, uttering regrets to the other moms and eagerly making his way to her. She smiles slightly as the eagerness.

“Can I help you?” he smirks. Y/N’s face becomes stone cold, she furrows her eyes together and clenches a fist at her side. 

“Abagail wants to have a playdate with James.” 

Ben hums and smiles, shifting on the heels of his feet “Is this a way for you to ask me out?” he responds. 

“No,” she hisses. “This is all for her.” 

“Fine, fine. Still, think you’re lying but! We are free on Sunday’s.” 

“We go to the park every Sunday…maybe he could join us.” She hated this, she really did and what made it worse was that shit eating grin on his stupid perfect face. 

“We’ll be there, 11 ok?” 

She forces a smile “See you then,” she says through gritted teeth. Now that was worse than childbirth. Her hands stay clenched, her pride deteriorated as she walked away from, not giving the satisfaction of talking to him anymore. Abby, however, was over the moon when Y/N told her as they walked out of the school, her smile made it almost worth it. As Y/N shut the car door her jeans pocket started to vibrate, she shifts and pulls it out from her back pocket.

‘My heads fine by the way, how’s yours?’

She looks at the school and then back at her phone ‘Ben’ illuminated from the screen. How the fuck did she get his number. ‘How do I have your number?’

‘You were practically begging for it last night…amongst other things.’

‘haha very funny asshole’

‘I put it in your phone while you slept, just in case you needed something. I didn’t snoop don’t worry.’

“Mom? They’re honking at us,” Abby groans, sinking father in her seat in an attempt to hide her face from the people watching. Y/n snaps out of the trance and throws her phone in the passenger seat and quickly drives off, being lectured by the kid about using her phone.

 The days dragged on, Y/N found herself purposely trying to bury herself in her work to get her mind off of him. Every night when she looked at herself in the mirror, she would see the marks she put on her. She remembered his touch all too well. The morning of the play date, a simple towel wrapped around her body that mark on her chest on full display. The deep purple color had finally begun to fade, the beads of water glide over it. She wiped the water away and grabbed her phone from the counter. ‘so today?’ God. Him again? Again meaning since the first time he messaged her, he didn’t blow her phone up like she was expecting. She bites her lip as she contemplates responding. He knows the kids have been talking nonstop about their playdate.

‘What about it?’

‘I’m just making sure you’re not chickening out.’

‘Fuck off.’  She grumbles complaints and throws her phone on the bed, refusing to look at the expensive piece of trash. You sleep with a guy one time and he thinks he can talk to you. She laughs at her thoughts and walks to her closet. She pauses, she was searching through her closet like she was 16 going on her first date. Hastily pushing the hangs to the side to catch a quick glance at her clothes before deeming them horrible. “I need new clothes,” she whispers to herself. Settling a pair of black yeans and a long beige sweater she put on a necklace with her initial and took one last look “This is fine, I don’t want him.”

It was a relief when they got their first to the park, Y/N wanted to throw up the whole way there “Mom where are they, it’s 11?” Abby questions, scanning the large park as she zipped up her pink jacket.

“They’ll be here soon, Baby. I promise,” she responds as she sits on the large plaid blanket. Secretly hoping they got sick or something. But as if on cue James runs up to Abby with his blond curls flapping in the wind.

“So you didn’t chicken out,” Ben says amused as he stands next to her. Y/N grimaces and scans him, black t-shirt and basketball shorts. Simple.

“It’s September, 60 and you’re in shorts?”

Ben laughs and sits down, running a hand through his hair “Function over fashion…unlike you. You look nice though.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and huffs out a thank you, turning her head to cover the heat rising to her cheeks “At least I’m warm.” Ben smirks at the effect he had on her.

“Mom, can we go play?” Abby asks as she digs around the large tote bag for a ball.

“Go, have fun. Please don’t hit anyone,” Y/N pleads with a smile. Abby sticks out her tongue and tucks the soccer ball under her arm.

“James, come here please,” Ben says using his dad voice. James pouts and stomps over, tucking his hands in his pants pocket. Ben leans forward and places his hands on the boys clothed shoulders “Please be good, ok? Be nice to the other kids.”

“Ok, Dad,” James whispers, his matching green eyes shift back and forth reluctant to meet Ben’s glare. Ben sighs and smiles softly before shooing him off. Ben watches as the kids run off to the playground, he was always fearful when they came to the park. James wasn’t good with other kids, his social skills were clearly lacking. He said a silent prayer he could hurt the poor girl again.

“You ok Jones?” Y/N asks as she pulls out her tablet.

Ben breaks eye contact with them and nods, he looks down at her drawing and looks up at her serious face “What are you doing?”

“Working,” she replies shortly. He slowly moves closer to her, shoulders brushing together.

“On what?”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek and narrows her eyes “I illustrate kids books. I’m working.” Ben nods and attempts to get closer, his head getting closer to her shoulder, she could feel his hair brush against her arm “What are you doing?”

“Let me see.” He opens his hand for the white pencil, his green eyes cutely looking into hers. Y/N hands over the pencil, praying that she saved her work. “How do I draw a happy little tree?” he asks her, causing her to giggle. Her lips form a tight line before going into a smile, her heart soared knowing he made a Bob Ross reference.  She puts her hand over his drags him over to tap on a few spots. Moving her hand she watches him try to copy one of her trees, it looked like one of their kids had drawn it but it was still cute. His tongue would poke out when he would try to concentrate.  “What do you think?” He asks excitedly looking at her with wide eyes and a proud smile.

“You did your best,” she responds, letting him down softly.

“You can tell me its shit,” he laughs and hands her back the pencil. When she takes it they lock eyes, reminiscing of how they saw each other in bed that night. Pure adoration. She opens her mouth to speak when sniffle sound flood their ears. They turn quickly to see James walk up the hill, rubbing his eyes.

“James, what happened?” Ben asks worriedly, jumping up from his seat to check to see if he had any cuts. While he was in dad mode, Y/N saved a picture of the altered drawing before erasing what he’d done to it and turning her attention to the boys.

“T-they won’t let me play,” he blubbers, covering his puffy eyes with the palms of his hand.

“Who, Bub?” Ben asks in between the sobs, leading him back to the blanket.

James turns over his shoulder and points to the group of kids play soccer. Ben closes his eyes and groans, he knew this would happen. It was rare to have an outing without something happening. It was like Arnold asking for one normal field trip with Ms. Frizzle: not going to happen. “Did you ask if you could play?” James responds with a tiny nod. Ben wasn’t fooled by his nod, he knew he was lying.

“What did you say?”

“Let me play,” his small voice came out even tinier.

“Mate you need to ask. With manners.”

James furrowed his eyebrows in irritation “I know dad,” he whines.

“I don’t think you do,” Ben retorts, his irritation showing.

Y/N puts her tablet aside and places her hand on Ben’s shoulder “Can I?” she suggests, motioning towards his son. Ben nods and sits back. “James, come here, Darling,” she speaks calmly. He calms at her soothing motherly tone and walks to her. “What are the magic words, James?” Y/N puts her hands on his shoulder, giving him loving rubs with her thumbs.

He shrugs at her “I don’t know.”

She hums “I think you do. Try it!”

“Please and thank you,” he finally answers. Y/N faces lights up and gives him a shake, making him laugh.

“There you go! I believe in you James, I want you to go back out there and ask them the right way,” she persuaded, taking a look at the other kids. She looked back at him kindly, like how she would talk to her own child. “Manners maketh the man, show them the English gentleman I know you are.” She turns him around, giving him a small squeeze of the shoulders and gently pushes him from her. They watch as the boy walks to the group of kids, James taps a tall boy on the shoulder and opens his mouth to speak. Ben started to bite on one of his nails like he was watching a suspense movie, he couldn’t handle another fight. He released the held breath when the taller boy let James into the circle and tossed him the ball.

“How the fuck did you do that?” Ben asks in shock, a surprised smile gracing his features.

Y/N shrugs and places her tablet back in her lap “Abby was the same way after Grant and I divorced. I needed to remind her about her manners and be nice about it. It takes time,” she explains. Ben grumbles and pulls out math homework from his backpack along with a red pen.

“You know he got kicked out of three nursery schools? He’s never been good with other kids.” She could sense the sadness and frustration in his tone, she wasn’t lying when she said it took time. It took 2 years for her daughter to get back to normal.

“He’s a good kid, Ben,” she says in reassurance. Ben frowns and tries to focus on his work, twirling the pen in between his fingers. he’d never really told anyone about James’ behavior, Gwil was really the only person that knew. His parents would scold him for how he was raising him, never good enough.

“You’re a good Dad. Don’t say that.”

Ben’s mouth forms a small o shape, he didn’t mean to say his thoughts “I-I didn’t mean to,” he tries to laugh it off. Y/N lowers her eyebrows and sucks in her bottom lip to show how unimpressed she was. Ben cocks his head in annoyance, narrowing his green eyes. The Y/H/C woman shrugs and returns to her work and lets him go back to his, dropping the subject… even though she was right.

It was mostly peaceful, in between her glances up at Abagail to make sure she was safe she would look over to Ben out of the corner of her eye. He would let out a light laugh when she couldn’t read the writing and would let out the occasional curse when he would cross off a wrong answer. It was comforting. “Mom!” Abby cheered as she ran up the hill, huffing when he reached the top.

“Are you having fun?” Y/N coos.

“Yeah…can we play Shoots and Ladders now?”

Ben’s ears perked up “Shoots and Ladders?” he questions.

“We play it every time we come,” Abby explains excitedly as she pulls the game from the bag. Y/N takes it from her and tells her to go get James. She nods and runs back down the hill while Y/N set the game up.

“Are you any good?” Ben taunts, laying down on his side and propping himself up with his elbow, greeting her with a smirk.

“I will destroy you,” she challenges.

With the kids gathered around the game started off as normal as possible, Abby and James frowning when their parents would get ahead of them. James’ small tongue poked out when he rolled the dice “I got a 6!” he cheered as he picked up the piece.

“Good job!” Ben clapped him on the back and smiled proudly as he moved up the board.

Y/N takes the dice in her hand and blew gently, making Ben roll his eyes at her. He was beyond annoyed that she got a ladder almost every time she rolled. She rolled gently and hummed in satisfaction “five,” she whispers moving her piece. Her elbow hits the corner of the board shifting the pieces and making the dice shift.

“That was a four,” Ben corrects, looking down at the dice.

Y/N looks up from the board “No it was a five,” she responds sternly.

Ben clenches his fist and touches her piece, moving it down the ladder “You rolled a four.”

She growls and moves it back “Seriously? Are you calling me a liar?”

“Look at the board! You rolled a fucking four!” he complains loudly, not quite a shout as he was trying to keep his cool.

“The board moved, it was a five Ben! You’re losing get the fuck over it.” she matches his tone. The kids look at each other sympathetically as their parents start to argue, their voices slowly starting to get louder with each insult. James looks around to see other people starting to look at them.

“Dad,” he says, pushing his leg to get his attention. The adults rise to their feet and start to get in each other face, their words getting louder, still talking about the board game.

“Did you rig the game Y/N? There’s no fucking possible way you got a ladder every time?” he yells.

“Oh? Not only am I liar I’m a cheater! Want to check the dice for a magnet?”

“Maybe. I. Do.”

“Fuck off! You’re a sore loser.”

“Mom! Mom?”

“What!” Y/N shouts, the pair looking down at the kids who were looking up at them with angered faces. “You guys are embarrassing.”

They pause and look around at the few pair of eyes that were on them. They look away, embarrassed of their actions “Abby, let’s go. Say goodbye,” she speaks slowly, not daring to look at him. They all gathered their things swiftly and in silence. Abby said her sad goodbye to James before running off to catch up to Y/N who had already started to walk away.

“I can’t believe you,” James huffed.

“I didn’t start it, and you had fun right?”

“Whatever, Dad.” James puts on his backpack and walks towards the parking lot leaving Ben alone in his thoughts. He pushed back his blonde curls and slung his bag over his shoulder, already rehearsing an apology.

Y/N threw the bag in her truck and slammed the door harshly, she growled when she saw Ben’s remorseful face in the dark reflection. “Came to yell at me more?” She asks, not turning to look at him.

“I came to say I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-”

“Stop. You knew exactly what you were doing,” she holds a finger up before crossing her arms over her chest. Ben shoves his hands in his pockets and looks up briefly.

“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you…and Abby. We ruined their playdate.”

“And how do possibly expect to do that?” she sighs, leaning against the car.

Ben puts on a smile “Let me take you out.”

“On a date?” She raises an eyebrow. Unbelievable, she couldn’t believe he was standing in front of her after picking a fight in public and now asking for a date. Pathetic. She was pathetic for wanting to say yes. She knew she shouldn’t, it would be a disaster. “Ben. We shouldn’t, we can’t even get along in front of our kids without fighting,” she pointed out the obvious.

“I know! I know. Just dinner to say I’m sorry for making fools of us. You won’t regret it.”  

Y/N thinks about it for a moment, free dinner. Maybe with food stuffed in their mouths, they could actually get along. Maybe there would be alcohol, god knows they were going to need it if they went through with it.

“What’s in it for Abby?” She smiles.

“We’ll bring her back ice cream,” he smiles back at her.

“I will go out with you Ben, just dinner.”

“Sounds perfect. Friday night?”

Y/N winces “I can’t. I promised to watch Mary to pay Lucy back after that night.”

Ben blushes and ducks his head “How about Saturday?” 

“Saturday sounds perfect.”   

She watches him walk back to his car with his returned confidence, she mentally kicked herself for saying yes so easily. Seriously fuck this guy for making her feel this way. She hated the fights but she did manage to get a date out of it. Fuck. 

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mornings - Roger Taylor x Reader

I thought about the real Roger Taylor from the early 70′s/late 60′s while writing this (yes, the gif is Ben but I couldn’t find anything better) but it works as a Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader, too

description: you can’t stand talking to people in the morning. Luckily your roommate Roger doesn’t try to spark up a conversation too early in the morning. 

word count: 1.5k

I personally think the story would be more exciting without reading the warnings (they’re gonna spoil shit, no doubt) but it’s your choice whether or not you choose to read them

IF YOU HAVE A TENDENCY TO BE TRIGGERED OVER ANYTHING PLEASE PLEASE DO READ THE WARNINGS

warnings: angst, death, and yeah... I don’t know what’s wrong with me when a cute ass blurb turns into this. 

(Like for real, this was meant to be a fic of Roger being the sweetest when the reader doesn’t like to talk in the mornings)

                        I jump out of the bed, sure I'm late to school. But just as fast as I got up I realize it's Saturday. No school, just endless studying on my own. 

I'm not a morning person, not even a bit. But luckily neither is my roommate. But somehow I hear someone doing something in the kitchen. I glance at the clock and see that it's only 9 AM. Why would Roger be up so early? 

I hate when he's up before I am. I can't handle conversations in the morning. I need to drink coffee and get myself together before I can get a word out. 

Try to talk to me in the morning and I'll be annoyed for the rest of the day. That's just how it goes. 

Luckily Roger always wakes up after me. Not now, though.

I sit on my bed trying to listen if he'd go back to his room. He doesn't. 

I get up and walk into the kitchen wearing just a big shirt I always sleep in. I see Roger sitting by the kitchen table reading a magazine and drinking coffee. I glance at the coffee machine and see that there's some for me too. 

I pour it into a cup and sit on the other side of the table from Roger. He looks like he just woke up. His hair's messy and his eyes seem sleepy. He seems emotionless. That's the best way I can explain the expression on his face. Maybe he's just really into the magazine he's reading.

I sip my coffee and he doesn't say a word. I just look at him, so happy he's ignoring me. That's so weird thing to be happy about. It's like I'm alone, just drinking my coffee and enjoying the morning, but I'm not. I have Roger with me. And he doesn't try to talk to me. He doesn't try to say 'good morning' or ask me how I slept. It's amazing.

                             When I'm finished with my coffee I place the cup in the sink and go sit next Roger. I lay my head on his shoulder and start reading the article he's reading. I don't even get to read the full title before he turns the page.

"Hey, I wanted to read that", I look at him pouting. He's still ignoring me. 

"Asshole", I say and settle for the page he's on right now. 

After reading the first few lines, I'm already bored and get up to go change. Just when I'm about to enter my room, I see Roger get up and start doing the dishes.

He never does that.  

I walk up to him and smile.

"I've never seen you doing the dishes. I thought that's what you pay me to do. Does this mean I have to start paying for my own drinks?", I laugh. He still says nothing.

"Are you fucking serious right now? You're ignoring me? Did I do something?", I take a few steps back but he doesn't even turn around to face me. Did I do something? What could it be? I don't remember doing anything wrong. 

I walk to my room so angry at Roger and I grab some clothes to put on. I try to find my calendar to see what I need to study for today, but I can't find it anywhere. I walk back to the kitchen and check all the possible places it could be in. Nowhere. 

I don't even bother asking Roger. He's now sitting on the sofa his eyes closed. What the fuck's wrong with him today? 

"Roger. Roger!  What's wrong?", I walk up to him starting to worry. He's still not answering and I give up. That's when I see the calendar on a table under a pile of my books. I don't remember leaving it there.

I grab it and accidentally drop a few books to the floor. They barely miss my toes. I jump back just in time. Roger gets up from the sofa holding his hand to his chest like he's heart is beating 10 000 miles per hour. He walks to me and starts putting the books back to the table before I have the time to even think about doing it. 

"You didn't have to do that. I'm okay", I just say and look at him. He seems so sad. I just want to know what's wrong. 

He goes back to the sofa and sits down. I sit down next to him putting my arms around him. 

"Roger, please. Tell me what's wrong. I can help", I say laying my head on his shoulder. I stay there for a while and he says nothing. After a while I get up, so done with him. If he doesn't want my help, what the fuck am I doing sitting here wasting my precious studying time.

                                      I hear a knock on the door and hear the sound of Roger's footsteps as he's walking towards the front door. I walk to my rooms door and see Roger. He opens the front door and I see Brian standing there with a suit on. Why the hell is he wearing a suit?

"How are you doing?", I hear Brian ask Roger. He doesn't say anything just groans in a way that tells the whole story. He's not doing good. So, something really is wrong. And Brian knows it. 

I just want to help Roger, he's my best friend and I can't stand seeing him like this. 

He's my best friend and I love him. Sometimes I'm not sure if the love I feel for him is more than you're supposed to feel towards a friend. It doesn't matter, though. We're good as friends. And well, he can get girls twice as pretty as me.

"You should've just stayed at my place", Brian walks in to our flat. "Come on, get ready", he looks at Roger. Where are they going? 

I'm leaning against my door frame and see Roger walk into his room. To get ready, I guess. Brian looks at me and I smile at him as a hello. He ignores me too. Or maybe he just didn't notice my smile. I don’t think Brian could be rude enough to ignore me. 

I walk back to my room to continue studying and just as I do so, I hear Brian walk into Roger's room.

"I know you love her, but you need to get ready or we'll be late", I hear Brian say. So it's about a girl. I feel myself getting jealous. Roger's never been so broken because of a girl, it's kind of surprising. And it hurts me more than it should. I think I am in love with him.

"I LOVED HER. I loved her more than anything but I can't love someone who's gone", that's the first thing I've heard Roger say all day. Is someone dead? Or what does he mean by gone? Why doesn't he want to talk to me? 

"The loving doesn't just stop like that. And Roger, please, let's go. Everyone's waiting for us", Brian keeps his voice so calm. "We're all hurting but we just have to fight through the pain. It's gonna be okay. Her parents are coming over to pick up her stuff tomorrow and it's going to be okay." 

Why didn't I know about this girl? What is going on? 

"It was my first night back here, you know. And I didn't sleep... at all. Not one bit. I could swear I heard her in her room. I swear I heard her turning in her sleep like she always does... did. I swear I heard her walk in to the kitchen this morning. But when I went to get myself coffee, she wasn't there. There wasn't a warm pot of coffee waiting for me and she wasn't sitting on the sofa reading a book. "Enjoying the morning", as she would say", Roger's crying. I've known Roger for years and I've never seen or heard him cry. "And I never told her I loved her. I never got to kiss her, I never got to wake up next to her, her beautiful face being the first thing I would see in the morning. I never got to hold her hand and tell her how gorgeous she looks, how absolutely stunning she is. And now she'll never know. She'll never know I was- I am desperately in love with her."

Nothing he says is making any sense.

I try to collect my thoughts and understand what they're talking about. 

"It's going to be okay. It's gonna be okay, but I don't think you should stay here for a while. Maybe ever. It really does feel like she's still here. But it's not real", Brian comforts Roger. I want to comfort Roger. 

But I can't, can I?

I'm dead.

Roger loves me back but I'm dead.

[bohemian-war]

‘LOVE WILL TEAR US APART’ [CHAPTER 2]

(Credits to @bens-hardy  for the gif).

Ben Hardy!Six x Fem Reader (Six Underground)

Summary (Six Underground): The film tells the story of 6 billionaires who form a vigilante squad by faking their deaths to take down notorious criminals. Warnings: language, character development, flirting, alcohol…

Word Count: 2.5k+ (…sorry that it’s too short)

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry that this took so long. I have been extremely busy these past few weeks so I hope you really enjoy this part. I am also taking my time as I don’t want to reveal everything straightaway so even when this chapter feels like a filler one, don’t you worry because from chapter three I am gonna start explaining everything about the Six Underground organisation and it really takes off from there :D. Also, in case you were wondering, I always imagined Joe as John as that bass player in The Black Heart ;). When it comes to Brian, it’s always been Machine Gun Kelly’s look as Tommy Lee in The Dirt. He is gonna play a big role in this story. So stay tuned!

(Credits to @geidiprimezs for the gif). Finally, I am sorry for all the grammatical/structure errors. Again, English is not my main language so I apologise for that. I always try to write more dialogue as a) it is easier to read; b) even when I love description I suck at it so I am sorry if you always find the same word/expression in every sentence. I always tend to write as to how the story is developed in my head in the first place. So, I am sorry. I am trying to get better at it, I promise. I cannot even express myself properly in my mother tongue. It is something I’ve struggled with since I was a child and it keeps getting worse due to my anxiety so bear with me on that one! 

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PART 1

(I will do a master list and a playlist soon :D).

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Disclaimer:

– Fem Reader is a twenty-one-year-old med student studying at the Imperial College London.

– Ben (Six) is a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire.

The story takes place in 2019 but there are flashbacks to make the whole thing look more realistic.

Finally, the outfit that Ben is wearing to play the drums is the one on the gif (beanie included :P) and this is the reader’s:

Enjoy!

[Y/N POV]

Y/N AND ELLIE’S APARTMENT, LONDON. PRESENT DAY.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for something…” you say focusing all your attention to your laptop’s screen.

“Is this about that playboy boyfriend of yours again?”

“Ellie, I already told you that he is not my boyfriend. He was just being nice...”

“Playboy boyfriend or Prince Charming. It does not matter. All of them are basically the same. They act nice and then they trap you in their spider web to get in your pants.”

You roll your eyes and ignore her comment.

“He is like a ghost! It is like he’d just vanished!”

She makes her way to the couch and sits next to you with a cup of tea in her hand.

“Maybe he is not on social media. I mean… Six? What kind of name is that?”

You sigh as Ellie sees you scrolling down on Facebook desperately.

“If you’d like, we could always try and track him down… Perhaps if you ask some people in the pub…”

“I am not going back,” you affirm bluntly.

“Then, I don’t know how I could help you, love.”

You sigh again and turn your gaze towards her.

“It is okay. I just wanted to thank him properly for what he did.”

“Are you sure this man even exists?”

“Ellie…”

“Okay, okay. Just sayin’”

You sigh again for the third time and look back at the screen. You slam it down close and stand up.

“You know what? I had enough. I might pop up to the National Gallery for the new music bands exhibition. Are you coming?”

“I’d love to but I am helping Eric with his new project.”

“New project?”

“I’ll keep you updated as I don’t even know what I am doing myself. Knowing Eric though it might involve RuPaul and drags and stuff…”

You laugh and shake your head.

After spending so much time debating about your outfit, you finish getting ready and take the first train from your place to Charing Cross. When you get off and go out into the street, the square is full of people. On the one hand, tourists who do not stop taking pictures with their selfie sticks and, on the other, locals who return home after a long and hard day at work. You make your way to the main entrance and grab a map from the foyer area. The exhibition is huge so you decide to visit the rock section first.

NATIONAL GALLERY, LONDON. PRESENT DAY.

You are simply surprised by the amount of memorabilia. The gallery shows the history of the biggest names in music: AC/DC, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, The Rolling Stones, Mötley Crüe, Led Zeppelin… The collection also includes handwritten song lyrics, costumes worn during performances, studio equipment, promotional material, and singles. One of the spaces is beautifully dedicated to Queen and your eyes end up admiring various musical instruments; from John Deacon's bass guitar and a replica of Brian May's synthesizer to Roger Taylor's drum set.

Suddenly, you look away and come across with a familiar face. Casual look and hands in his pockets. He is also looking at the drum set. He is so lost in it that he barely notices you. You smile and decide to approach him.

[Six POV]

“Hey… It’s you!”

You direct your gaze towards that voice and your heart skips a beat. You never thought you would see her again. You could barely see her features under the dim light of the pub left alone when you both talked in the street. Nevertheless, everything changes now and you seem… speechless?

Wake up, you stupid asshole! “I just saw you admiring Rog’s set and thought that it’d be nice to say “hi”, Six right?”

She holds out her hand for you to shake. You eventually do.

“That’s thoughtful of you… Y/N?”

Of course, I remember your name…

She nods.

“Do you like music?”

“Who doesn’t?” Y/N smiles.

What a stupid question…

“I mean, the rock of the 70s and 80s…”

“Are you kidding? It was the best music! It still is… I think everything started with The Beatles back in the 60s though…”

You look at her with interest. You are surprised by her taste in music and want to know more.

“What is your favourite band?”

I cannot believe I am asking her these childish questions…

“Joy Division, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Queen… That’s why I decided to come to the exhibition today. They have done a great job so far.”

“Are you a Queen fan?!”

“Of course! I might have the biggest crush on Roger Taylor…”

I…like…you…

“All the girls do. I mean, he is alright…” 

“Alright? Have you seen him in the 70s? He is literally gorgeous! Like a Renaissance painting.

You scoff and shake your hand at her obsession while running your tongue through your bottom lip.

“So… he’s alright…” Y/N repeats your words pointing at Roger’s set emphasising what you just said. “That’s why you were so lost in the kit!”

“No, I wasn’t!”

Liar…

“You look a little bit like him, to be honest…” Y/N smirks.

What…

She is approaching you now. She squints her eyes.

Too close…

“If only you had longer hair though…” her voice coming out like a whisper.

“What would you do?” 

“Hmmm?”

“If I had longer hair… What would you do?”

You see her parting her lips and hold your gaze. Your eyes like blazing fire. If looks could kill or do something else… “I wanted to thank you for what you did last night but… I couldn’t find you and…”

“Don’t even mention it. It was my pleasure.” you cut her off and quickly run your fingers through your hair.

“Right…”

You try to avoid looking at her directly in the eyes because of the effect she has on you; a kind of warm feeling going down your spine, You don’t really know what it means but it kinds of scare you.

"Oi Six!" Suddenly, you see a tall man approaching and giving you a small pat on the back. You cannot help but return it with a big smile.

"Hey, what's up man?!"

"Brian, mate, how are you doing? Long time no see!"

“Good, I have not seen you in a while!”

“I have been busy…” You frown and sigh.

“I went to The Black Heart and Bobby told me that you would be here. Playing tonight?”

“Yeah. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make it by nine.”

“Great!”

Brian turns around and sees Y/N standing in an awkward position.

“Who’s this? New friend?”

You start feeling the tension built in the pit of your stomach. You clench your jaw.

“Sorry! That was rude of me. I am Brian.”

“Not at all! is it Brian for Brian May?”

“Wow! I like her.”

You cannot help but glare at him.

Watch it, mate…

“Unfortunately, I am not May but if you say so, I’ll take it,” he winks at Y/N.

“My name is Y/N by the way,” she holds her hand out again.

“Are you a Queen fan?”

“I certainly am.”

“Then you should come to The Black Heart tonight. Our friend Six here is gonna play. He is obsessed with Roger Taylor. He is his muse!

“Really?”

Y/N’s face lights up but you cannot tell whether is of surprise or emotion. She squints her eyes.

“The Black Heart…”

“Do you know it?” Brian asks in surprise.

“We actually met there…” you cut him off.

“Oh great! Everything settled then.”

“Brian…” you warned him.

“Are you playing too?” Y/N shows some interest.

“I’ll be there with some friends but I am not playing tonight.”

You can see the doubt in her eyes and you intervene before it gets worse.

“I am sure she’s got plans anyways, Bri.”

“Actually, I’d like to come!”

Fuck…

You curse and roll your eyes at the stupid situation. That pain in the chest again.

“Great! See ya both there then.”

[Y/N POV]

You definitely don’t want to return to the pub but there was something dragging you back there. It was probably the fact that you were very curious about watching Six play live. For some reason, you could not picture him behind a drum set and you were still mad at him for lying to you. On the other hand, it’d be nice to see him fail. 

You made sure you were properly dressed this time. You did not want to get into any more trouble so you opt for a pair of fitted jeans, a nice top, high heels boots, and a black leather jacket.

Summer was about to start but it does not make any difference when you are leaving in London anyway. Ellie is not at home anymore so you finish cleaning, lock up, and make your way to the pub.

THE BLACK HEART, LONDON. PRESENT DAY.

[SIX POV]

“What time is your girlfriend coming?”

The boys are setting up and getting ready for the big night. The pub is already full of people chatting and having a nice time. 

“I already told you that she is not my girlfriend, Brian.”

“Well, she is hot…”

“She is a kid.”

“I mean, if you don’t like her…”

You drop one of the mics and turn around with an angry look in your face.

“Don’t even think about it!” you growl. Your friend laugh.

“That’s what I thought, mate…”

You scoff and shake your head.

“Just make sure that you never play “I am in love with my car” in front of her or she will run away.”

“Oh, shut up!”

THE BLACK HEART (20:45 pm)

(”Princess of China” by Coldplay is playing)

[Y/N POV]

You arrive at the pub and it is already packed. You sigh and enter into an anxious mode. You simply couldn’t help but think of what happened the night before. Somehow, you manage to brush those thoughts off and get to the counter. This time, Ellie is not here with you so you have your ID ready in case they ask for it.

“What would you like lovely?”

“Just a coke, please.”

The bartender leaves and comes back with a glass full of the beverage and ice a few seconds later.

“There you are, sweetheart…”

“Thank you!”

You reach for your purse when you see the man shaking his head.

“It’s on the house…”

“Really? Thanks!”

The man nods and continues serving. You grab your drink and take it to your lips while observing the place again. You spot the empty stage in the distance including the drum set.

Where are you?

Suddenly, you hear a screeching noise coming from one of the microphones. It’s Brian!

“Night everyone! Some of you might already know me,” he says adjusting the mic to his height. “I am Bri. I was not planning on playing tonight but there has been a change of plans.”

Some people star clapping as he lifts his guitar up. You smile and take another swig from your coke with enthusiasm.  “I’d like to introduce you to some people. This is John our bass player. And before someone makes the joke, no, we are not Queen.”

Many people start laughing.

“Finally, our special member, Six, on the drums…”

“Six, we love you!” You could see a couple of girls whispering and cheering about the drummer. You roll your eyes. So predictable…

“Sorry, ladies but Six will be just hitting on the drums tonight, I am afraid…”

You are thankful for Bri’s intervention and smile shyly to yourself shaking your head with amusement at the same time.

Six is sat behind the set of drums with a smug look on his face. He is finishing getting ready and checking on his equipment. He takes a swig of water and some drops stained his t-shirt. If he is nervous he knows very well how to hide it.

“We are gonna do some covers tonight,” Brian continues“… and we also have a surprise by the end of the night. So bear with us and we hope that you are all not to pissed to miss it.”

More laughs.

The list of covers is long but good; from “A Message” by Coldplay to “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles.

“And now… our final song…”

This catches your attention even more and all the pub goes quiet.

“…for a friend who’s currently in the room…” Brian puts on his visor and finally spots you.

“Y/N! there you are!”

Suddenly, a spotlight points directly in your direction and you have to cover your eyes due to the bright light. Everybody is staring at you and you start panicking. You freeze in your stool and feel a heat sensation in the pit of your stomach.

Oh no…

“Y/N loves Queen so we could not say goodbye without playing a song by the band itself. We will do the chorus and Six here will do the rest. “This is Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, everybody! Y/N we hope you like it…

When they finish, they are cheered by everyone and quickly get off the stage. You see Six approaching you and start playing with your straw while pretending to be drinking from your third coke of the night.

“Hey…”

“Hey…” you sigh.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Six makes a sign to the bartender for what you assumed was a beer but he immediately directs his green eyes right back at you.

“Yeah, I mean, it was alright…” He raises an eyebrow and a smile begins to form at the corner of your lips. He shakes his head.

“Just alright?”

“Hmmm, I’d say meh.”

You wrinkle your nose in uncertainty and Six observes you with a funny look on his face.

“Let me buy you a drink.”

“I don’t drink…”

“Right…”

“But I will have one last coke. I will probably not sleep tonight with that much caffeine in my body though. I also feel that I should be paying for this,” you lift up your glass.

“It’s okay. I told Bobby that you are my host tonight. You can have anything you like. It is on me really…”

You frown and smile.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t even mention it.”

He grabs his pint and takes a big swig of it.

“I didn’t know you could play that well.”

“How could you know anyway?”

Rude.

“I truly enjoyed it, honestly.”

“I thought you said it was alright…”

“You were though…”

“Me?!”

You try to contain your laughter.

“Did you even see how I was banging those drums, love?”

Love…

“I know better…”

You could tell that he is offended.

Touché.

“What the f…”

“Roger Taylor is better than you!”

“Well, Roger fucking Taylor wished he could be me.”

Six scoffs and takes another large swig of his beer trying to hide behind his cruel words. You know he did not mean them. He adores Roger…

“Tommy Lee…”

“A total wanker!”

“Not true.”

“Well, he makes decent music. Not my style though.”

Six’s cockiness is back. A defence weapon. 

“He does the real spinning…”

“I can do that too.”

“Sure…”

“I could show you if you let me…” he grins at you.

He leans into you and his big green eyes start taking everything of you in. His warm breath fanning over your face. That feeling in the pit of your stomach, again.

What is wrong with you Y/N?

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part II)

Summary

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1960s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

Warnings: stealing/robbing, language, PDA

Notes: still don’t know where i’m going with this. i didn’t think it was gonna be a series but i guess it is lol. thank u sm for reading. i hope you all have a wonderful day! x

The school day was finally over and I had also come to the conclusion that I was not dreaming. Some how, I was in 1969.

“Y/N!” I turned around to see Ben jogging towards me. “I was wondering if I could get your digits? You know, so I can show you around some time or help you get settled?” I could tell he was just trying to make some excuse to get my number but I found it kind of cute.

I started to tell him my number when I realized they didn’t have cell phones in 1969. Nor did I have a place to stay. I had no money at all except for $3 in my pocket from earlier when I was still in 2019 after getting a coffee.

“I actually don’t have a phone. I’m hoping to find a motel considering I don’t have much money,” I was fucked.

“You could probably stay with Rami and I,” he said, smiling. “Rami?” Who was Rami?

“He’s been my best friend since we were in middle school. We both moved from our parents house and bought our own pad. You’re welcome to stay with us,” he offered.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” I didn’t want to intrude. “I insist.”

“Thank you.” I said, quietly. This was all too much to handle. He smiled at me which eased my nerves a bit. “No sweat.”

We walked to his car silently to his car, a 1964 Ford Mustang in black, which matched his greaser look. It was beautiful but then again, I guess now was a regular old car.

Driving to Ben’s was awkward, considering we had only met today and he was already inviting me over. “Music?” Ben asked and I nodded in response. He messed with the radio a bit until Sympathy for Devil rang through our ears. He turned the volume up till it was blasting through the car. I laughed and looked to him as he smiled and sang along.

He kind of made me forget the situation I was in. He made me forget that I had literally time traveled 50 years into the past, had no money and was clueless to the societal norms of this time except for what I remembered from Grease, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, West Side Story, and My Fair Lady. Not to mention, those could possibly be inaccurate representations of this time period.

All that was swimming though my mind, at the moment, was Ben and the song blasting through our ears as we sang along and laughed. It was almost like a stress-reliever. I didn’t think about where or when I was, how I was going to get home or how I would be able to survive.

When we pulled up to the apartment, I got out of the car as Ben grabbed his backpack from the back of the car.

“We should probably get you the school supplies you need,” he said, unlocking the door to his place.

We walked and I sighed, “I would but I only have $3 with me. There’s no way I could ever get all the things I need.”

“I think I know how to get you everything you need,” he said, plopping down on the couch. “What do you mean?” I asked, confused for what seemed like the 1,000,000th time today. “You’ll see what I mean,” he said, taking the phone on the table dialing a number.

“Rami, you’ll be home soon right? I brought home a fox,” Ben said, winking towards me. I had no idea what fox meant but I blushed anyways. “We need to rip off a store to get some supplies.”

Rip off? Like shopping?

“Great! Now, cut out and get your ass here. Thanks, mate.” He put the phone down and looked to me. “All that sound solid?” he asked. I just nodded. I had no idea what he was talking about.

“We should probably get you some clothes too. I’ve never seen anything that style of clothing before,” he said eyeing my outfit. I had on a knit sweater, oversized sweater and black nike shorts. They never wore this kind of stuff in the 60s so it was understandable.

“Okay. Thank you for all this by the way. I’ll find a way to pay you back,” I said. This was really nice of him to do all this for me. No one back home, that I knew or just met would let me stay with them, buy clothes for me, and buy supplies for me.

“No sweat, babe,” he said and smiled once again. I blushed and looked down. I don’t know why I was acting like this. I mean he was attractive but I barely knew him.

Rami arrived about 30 minutes later than he said he would and it was a problem, according to Ben.

“I can’t believe he’s late! He knows this stuff is important when we rip off shit,” he huffed. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” I said quietly.

“This is shit!” he exclaimed as the clock ticked to 4:30. This time I stayed silent. Suddenly, Rami bursted through the door. “I’m home,” he exclaimed. “Fucking finally, you flake!” Ben yelled from the kitchen. “Don’t flip your wig. I had to finish up some shit. I’m the one working from 7 to 3, 4 days a week unlike you, who didn’t even work today!” Rami yelled back.”

“I had to welcome Y/N to our pad,” Ben smirked at you. Dani turned to me and his mood turned from anger to happy. He extended his hand for me to shake and introduced himself, “Rami, so sorry about him, love.” I smiled back to him, “Oh, it hasn’t been that bad. I’m Y/N.” We shook hands before Rami turned to Ben.

“You ready?” he asked and Ben nodded. We piled into Ben’s car and drove to the mall. Ben grabbed a big, black backpack and slung it on his shoulder. It was empty so I wasn’t sure why he was taking it in with us.

We arrived to the first store and went to one of the back aisles. Ben started putting a lot of the supplies in his backpack. “Wait, what are you doing?” I whispered yelled.

“We don’t have the scratch and neither do you. This is the only way,” Ben said packing the bag with multiple pens.

I had no idea what the fuck was going on but I went with it. Rami took the backpack off Ben and started to walk out as Ben grabbed my hand and pulled to one of the aisles that was more public. When we got there, he grabbed my face and pulled me in to kiss me.

Holy shit.

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part VIII)

Summary

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1960s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

Warnings: mild smut, language, fluff, sexual themes.

Notes: this series will have more of a plot now that i have a more steady understanding about what i'm writing and where this is going. i expect this to have 2-4 more parts left. let me know what i should write next and who! thanks for reading and i hope you like it! x

After a long explanation to Rami during dinner, he agreed that Ben should go back with me. "I hadn't seen him so happy. He'd be crushed if you left," was his excuse. "You won't miss me too much, will you mate? Especially with that new girl of yours. You're whipped!" Ben exclaimed laughing and Rami's cheeks got hot.

"Wait a second, who's he talking about?" I asked, excitedly. Rami looked up smiling, bitting his bottom lip. His eyes shined bright and he looked so proud. "Her name's Lucy," he said, lowly.

"I should meet her before I go! What's she like?" I asked. "She's so talented and intelligent. She's strong too," he rambled on and on about how great she was. "Okay, okay. We get it," Ben exclaimed and I laughed, "He's just in love. Leave him alone."

The next day, we got up early-ish to meet Joe at some company he was interning for. Apparently, he was some genius. "So you clicked a sort of transport thing that got you here?" he asked after I explained to him what had happened before I time-traveled.

"Okay, it'll take me a few hours to get that setup. Do you remember the name of it?" he asked, messing with some of the switches and wires on the big wall of circuits and microchips that they called a computer.

"It was called You've Got Mail. I just clicked on it," I explained. "I'm pretty sure I can get the both of you into the future," he said turning back to the computer. "Never thought I'd be doing this," he muttered.

"Thanks, Mazzelo. Just call my place whenever you're done. We'll be there all day," Ben said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "Thank you, Joe!" I called out as Ben started to lead me out the office.

For some reason, Ben seemed eager to get home. He kept his hands on me whether it was on my thigh or around my waist. "What are you doing, Ben?" I giggled as his lips nipped at my neck, gently and softly. "Loving you," he murmed against my jaw line. His lips kept moving further up as I drove us home.

"Babe, you can't do that while I'm driving. You'll kill us," I sighed. I was getting hot and bothered quickly, it was distracting me from the road. "Then step on it, baby."

I pressed a bit harder on the accelerator going ten or fifteen over the speed limit. His hand moved up my thigh and squeezed it gently, almost teasingly. I suppressed the moan forming in the back of my throat.

Once we got home, Ben moved fast, rushing me to the bedroom. "You're fucking gorgeous, love," he said against my lips. His hand unbottoned my skirt a little bit to gain access under it. I grabbed onto his flexed arm, egging him to go further.

His hand moved my panties to the side. His finger lightly tapped my clit. Holy fuck. A moan escaped my mouth. "Again, darling," Ben urged. He started to move his finger into small, fast circles. "Ben," I groaned.

He pushed me into the bed, removing his hand from inside my skirt. His body immediately went in between my legs, his groin grinding against me. I could feel the hardened budgle on me.

His sucked on my neck and collarbone, leaving bright, angry bruises on me. I moaned again as he grinned harder and faster. Our breathes quickened and he rested his forehead against mine our noses rubbing together with each thrust.

"Fuck, I love you." he groaned and kissed my nose gently. "I love you too," I breathed, wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer to me. "You're so beautiful like this. Underneath me, a moaning mess," he said, throatedly.

"Keep moving. I need you," I moaned out, my nails racking his back as I felt the tension in my stomach and chest build up. I was getting close.

His moans turned into soft growls in my ear as mine got higher in pitch. "Ben-" I cried. "I know, babe. Cum for me. Please," he growled, almost begging. I let go, cumming into my panties. His growls got louder and he cried out as he jolted.

"Holy shit," he breathed, collapsing on top of me. I giggled. "Come on, get off." He chuckled, rolling off of me. "I love you," I said. "Love you too, Y/N."

We laid there for a couple moments, catching our breathe. I didn't want this to end. I just wanted to lay here with him right by me. The sound of the phone ringing ruined that.

"I'll be right back, love," he said, patting my thigh as I groaned. I turned over cuddling the pillow on his side of the bed. I smiled and felt giddy as the thoughts of what just happened racked my brain.

"It's done?" I heard Ben exclaim. I got up, situation myself against the door frame between the his room and the living room. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, mate. We'll be there soon," he said, back turned to me. I smiled. I guess that meant Joe was done. I could finally go back home.

He turned around with a smile on his face, "He's done. We're ready to go." I laughed and hugged him. "You know you can always back out of coming back with me," I mumbled into his neck.

He pulled back and grabbed my shoulders. "Trust me, I want to come with you," he smiled and moving his hands to my face, cupping my cheeks. He caresses them slowly before leaning forward to kiss me softly.

l pulled back, "We should get going." I smiled and grabbed his hand.

Once we got back, Joe had had everything set up and instructed us of what we needed to do. "Whenever the both of you are ready take the plugged wire from this outlet and plug it into this one. To travel together, I'd recommend holding hands and plugging it in together," he informed us. I nodded and smiled over at Ben.

"You're sure this'll work?" he asked Joe. "As sure as I can be. There has never been any experiments or tests done for time-traveling. So I'm sure as I possibly can be," he said. Ben shrugged and looked to me. "You ready?" he asked. I nodded.

We reached up together and unplugged the wire moving it to other outlet. He looked to me and nodded and moved the wire towards the outlet. A final push and we both plugged it in.

I ended up back in my bed, phone in hand as if no time had went by. It wasn't really a dream was it? All of the sudden, I heard a groan from beside me. I leaned over, looking over the bed to see Ben, his hand on his head. "You, okay?" I asked. He nodded, "Just a headache."

I giggled, "Come here." I patted the space beside me and he climbed up and lead his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"I'm sure it's just jet lag. It'll pass. Can you show me what's new?" he asked. He was excited to see what the future, or my present, was like. I laughed, grabbing my phone and handing it to him, "Here."

"What the fuck is this," he said, examining it. "That's my phone," I explained, giggling a bit at his reaction. "How do you call people?" he asked. "You have to turn it on and then go to the app," I said, showing him how to work it. "This is ape shit."

That was how the next hour went until he got tired. "I'm sleepy," he mumbled, against my stomach. "Do you wanna turn on a movie?" I asked and he looked up at me, surprised, "You have a television set?" I nodded, "But, we'll just watch it on my laptop."

"You can watch movies on that thing?" he exclaimed. I shook my head, laughing again. "You have so much to learn."

I grabbed my laptop, turning it on and went straight for netflix. I set it down on my side of the bed, scooting closer to Ben. He wrapped his arm around me, setting his chin on top of my head.

"How's your headache?" I asked, scrolling through classic movies so that he'd somewhat understand it. "It still hurts. I'm probability just exhausted and need sleep," he said. I nodded. I didn't really think anything of it, starting the movie and falling asleep in the first five minutes.

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part IV)

Summary

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1960s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

Warnings: mentions of car crash, angst, language, fluff, uncomfortable (almost) sexual situations, use of a gun, somewhat sexual assault implied, sexism.

Notes: i hope you guys like this. i kinda know where this is going. idrk. we'll see haha. thank u for reading. love u. x

The next day, school went by fast. Any other day, I would’ve been completely fine with that. I would’ve been more than fine but today wasn’t great.

“Ben, are you sure this is safe? Is this even legal?” I asked, honestly terrified for his life. I hadn’t even been in this year for a week and I had already stolen from two different stores and was now about to be apart of this.

“Sure, babe,” he said, not making eye contact with me. It wasn’t very convincing but I didn’t ask anything further after that.

Rami drove Ben’s car to the dirt road, that seemed about 15 minutes away from town. When we got there, Joe and Gwilym were already there drinking some beer.

“Ah, glad you’ve come to see the show, baby. Get ready to see me win,” Gwilym chuckled. I glared at him and decided not to answer. I was purely here for Ben and supporting him.

“Lets just get this over with, yeah?” Ben asked. Apparently, the news had gotten out and a few cars full of greasers and socs showed up, overly excited and ramped up.

“Looks we’ve got a crowd,” Rami mumbled to me. This whole thing was overwhelming.

Gwilym got in his car, backing up a couple hundred feet. His car was a beautiful, bright blue 1968 Dodge Charger RT. I could see why he loved it.

Ben got into the driver’s seat, slaming the door closed. It was obvious that he was agitated.

“Ben,” I said, jogging to his window. I leaned down to meet him. “Please be careful,” I said. He looked up at me and slightly smiled, “Of course.” It seemed like he said that to try to calm my nerves and reassure me but it didn’t do much of any of that. From the first few days of living with Ben, I knew he would be too proud to pull away from the road before he crashed. It terrified me.

Ben started to back up and ended up about two hundred feet of where he was. He revved the engine and Gwilym revved his back. Rami stood beside me with the other greasers grouped behind us. We all stood silently as a girl in preppy clothes walked to the middle, in between Gwilym and Ben.

She briefly went through the rules and took her blue cardigan, utilizing it as a racing flag. She lifted it up in the air and I grabbed arm, unconsciously. The sound of the revving cars got louder and then all of the sudden, she lowered her cardigan and they both took of towards each other, a cloud of dust trailing behind them.

They got closer and closer to each other, each moment that passed by, the grip on Rami’s arm tightened.

They started to go faster and faster. It seemed like they were only a few feet away before Gwilym started to swerve and pulled off the track. I hadn’t realized I had been holding my breathe until I realized one.

“Jesus, Y/N. I think you’ve left a few bruises,” he said, rubbing his arm a bit. Before I could say sorry, Ben walked up from behind me, “It’s not like you aren’t used to it,” he winked and Rami chuckled, shaking his head. “How’d you guys like it?” Ben asked, referring to the the chicken race. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, rubbing his thumb over my shoulder.

“You’re never doing that shit again,” I said, crossing my arms. “And since when were you my mother?” he chuckled. “Since, you decided to do dangerous, fucked up things like this.”

“Hey, Hardy!” I heard Gwilym called out and mentally groaned, rolling my eyes. “Maybe you’ll get to score that fox of yours.”

I felt Ben tense up beside me. It wasn’t until Gwilym went even further that he lost it. “Maybe she’ll let you tie her up and spank, that is unless she’s a square. I know I’d love to spank that ass,” he smirked, licking his lips. That was when Ben let go of me, slaming his fist into Gwilym’s jaw, making him fall back. He grabbed Gwilym’s shirt, repeatedly punching him which provoked Rami to intervene.

“Ben quit it, not here!” he pulled him off of Gwilym. He stumbled back whipping the back of his hand against his mouth.

The ride home was silent and awkward once again. I was getting tired of this. When we got home, Rami explained that he would pick up dinner at the diner a few blocks away from here and would be back within an hour, leaving Ben and I alone.

Ben stood quietly with his arms crossed, his eyes stuck on the ground. I was on the brink of snapping as the silence was louder than ever before. I kept my face in my hands. I couldn’t look at him right now. Today had been overbearing with watching the danger Ben put himself in and then the image of him repeatedly punching Gwilym and now everything was awkward again after I thought we had gotten past everything.

“Ben, please. Talk to me,” I pleaded. He looked up and I couldn’t read his emotions. “What’s wrong?” I asked. I needed to know what he was thinking and feeling. I was tired of being kept in the dark.

He stayed quiet and looked down again. “Ben.” My voice broke and he didn’t respond verbally or physically. “One minute you invite me into your home, which I am so grateful for, then you’re silent and push me away. Then, we get closer and we cuddle and everything is great and then you push me away again. You’re giving me mixed signals and I need to know before I let myself fall for you,” I spoke, tears brimming in my eyes.

He looked up and didn’t say anything. After a minute, I had had enough. “I’m gonna go for a walk. I’ll be back,” I said and walked out the door and it’s kept walking. I didn’t really know where I was going but I didn’t care.

I had been walking around for over half an hour probably and decided I should probably head back home. That was until Gwilym appeared from the pitch black alleyway. “Look who it is! My favorite girl! What’s wrong, baby? Trouble in paradise?” he asked, smugly. “Leave me alone and I’m not your baby.” I was tired of his shit.

I tried to keep walking but another one of Gwilym’s friends walked out from alleyway and blocked my path. “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t just talk to him like that and walk away. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?” he laughed.

I honestly hadn’t thought much of my mother. We hadn’t talked in almost 6 years because her meth addiction took over her life so I moved in with my Nana. I missed her terribly and didn’t know if I would ever see her again.

“I’ll talk to whoever I want, however I want. Now leave me alone. Ben will be worried,” I said, as though he would actually wonder where I had been all this time and look for me but I honestly didn’t think he would.

“I’m sure Benny won’t mind sharing. Come on. I’d like to make that dream of you and I in the passion pit a reality,” he grabbed my arm pushing me into the alleyway and against the wall. His arm blocking me from running back under the light and going home.

“I’d rather not. I’m sure your dick is surely smaller than your ego,” I snickered and was met with a swift slap to the face.

“I wouldn’t talk to me like that again, baby. It’ll make this worse for you,” he smirked and I kept my head high, breathing hard to try to keep myself calm. “Come on, boys. Let’s take her for a ride, yeah?” he suggested and they nodded.

“Malek, came to see the show?” one of the soc boys asked and smirked. A surge of relief and happiness went through me. Thank god he was here. “Let her to, Lee. You’ve done enough for today,” he said and grabbed onto me, pulling me away from Gwilym. “Oh no, she’s fair bait. She was out here, unescorted,” Gwilym said, pulling me back. I felt as if I was a toy they were fighting over.

Rami pulled a small, metal gun from his back pocket. He pulled back the hammer on the back of the gun with thumb and pointed it to Gwilym. “I’d let her go if I were you,” he said. Gwilym quickly let me go and shoved me forward towards Rami, raising his hands in surrender.

“I was just having fun with her. Trying to cop a feel, you dig?” he stammered out. Rami pulled the trigger of his small revolver and shot into the sky. The socs ran further into the alleyway, away from Rami and I.

“You okay?” he asked and I said nothing and just hugged him. “Alright lets just get you home, okay?” I nodded walking home with him.

“I can’t believe, Ben would just leave you out here unescorted,” he murmured. I remember hearing from my Nana that men used to wait outside libraries and dorms to escort the women to where they needed to go. I always found it weird and didn’t realize it was actually used everywhere.

“Why’d you leave?” he asked. I sighed and explained what had happened, “He’s been giving me mixed signals. I don’t whether he flirts with me cause he likes me or because he just wants to have fun.”

“Do you like him?” he asked. I was quiet for a minute, thinking about whether or not I should tell him. “I think I do,” was all I said.

Once we got home, Rami scolded Ben like a child for letting me leave alone and then ate dinner silently.

“I’m going to bed. I’ll see you at school,” he said to us and put his plate into the dishwasher. Silence filled the room again.

“I’m sorry,” Ben said and I looked up. “It’s fine,” I shrugged. “It’s not. I let you go out at night alone and you were harassed by that ditz,” he said. “And I’m sorry for being so weird with you. I just don’t want to mess this up. I like you. I just don’t know what to really do,” he sounded like he was genuine and nervous.

“Thank you. You could’ve just told me you liked me,” I said. “I really couldn’t. Obviously,” he laughed. I smiled. “I like you too, you know,” I laughed and playfully pushed him.

He smiled. “Would you want to go get diner tomorrow night. Just you and me?” he asked. “What about Rami?”

“He’ll be fine,” he said. I laughed and shook my head, “We’ll bring him something when we’re done.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yeah, sure.” I smiled.

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part IX)

Summary

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1960s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

Warnings: sickness, language, angst, hospitalization, fluff.

Notes: series is coming close to the end. i hope you like this and thank you for reading. x

I woke up to Ben moaning and groaning. He had turned onto his other side, facing away from. The bed shook as he shook violently.

"Ben?" I called out touching his shoulder. His body temperature had spiked and sweat covered his body. "You're burning up, are you okay?" I asked.

"I feel sick," he said hugging himself, shaking more. "Just stay here. I'll get you some water," I said, getting up and going to the kitchen. It seemed like he had the flu and it was probably just the affects of going 50 years into the future.

I came back with a glass of water but he was out of bed. His body was hunched over, throwing up into the small trash can by my desk. "Oh, babe. I'm so sorry," I said, setting the glass of water on the desk and sitting down next to him.

"I'm sorry," he said, as I rubbed his back. "Don't be sorry. It's okay, you're just a little sick," I said. He sniffed a little bit, "I think I'm just gonna take a shower, where's your bathroom?" he asked, getting up, supporting himself against the edge of the desk. "It's just right down at the end of the hall. I got you some water," I said, handing him the glass I got him earlier, "I'll help you turn on the water."

I led him to the bathroom, his clammy hand holding mine. I leaned turned on the faucet and let the water warm up, "Is the temperature okay?" I asked and he leaned down to feel the water. "That's good. Thank you, love," he said and smiled sickly. I nodded, turning on the shower.

"Just let me know if you need anything," I said. "You're not staying?" he asked, smirking a little bit. "Ben, you're sick. Just take the damn shower," I laughed and he playfully poured. I shook my head, smiling as I walked out, closing the door behind me.

It was about 15 minutes until he walked out, the towel hung low around his waist. Droplets of water running down his chest and torso. I might have stared a bit too long.

"Take a picture, baby. It'll last longer," he joked. I reached over to the record stand beside my bed, pulling out the white polaroid camera.

Carefully taking the camera out of the bag, I looked through the lens, preparing to snap the photo. "I didn't actually mean it," he shook his head. "Yeah but I might as well," I smiled. He looked down laughing, his hand reaching up to finger through his hair. I snapped the picture before pulling it out of the polaroid, shaking it a bit.

He sat down beside me, still in his towel. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Still like shit," he laughed. I grabbed an oversized sweatshirt, throwing it at him. "Wear that. I'll be right back. I've got to go shopping," I explained. "Babe, stay. You don't have to," he said.

"You can't just stay your old clothes for the rest of your life, especially while you're sick. You won't be comfortable. It'll only be an hour or so," I said, grabbing my wallet and keys, "I need to get you some medicine too anyways."

"Okay, hurry though," he said, pulling the sweatshirt over his head and getting under the covers. "I'll be back before you know it," I smiled, walking out of my small loft apartment.

Getting in my car, I drove to the mall. I ran to a few stores, picking out some clothes that Ben might like. I made sure, it was a bit on-trend. The whole thing was expensive but I decided that I'd just work my ass off next week to make up the difference.

I drove back to my apartment, unlocking the door and walking in. "Ben," I called out but there was no response. I set down the bags of clothes on the couch. "I got you some clothes. How are you feeling?" I called out again. There wasn't any response.

"You okay?" I asked. I opened the door to my bedroom. Ben wasn't laying on the bed like I had left him but most of the covers were off the bed. I walked around the bed and there he was. His skin was pasty and had turned pale. His lips were purple. It looked as if he was dead.

"Shit!" I whispered, kneeling down to him shaking him. He had snot running down his face and his hair was sticking to his face from the sweat. "Hey, hey. Wake up. Come on," I shook him again.

I leaned down, placing my ear near his mouth. His breathing was slow, almost silent. I cradled his face, pulling him into my lap. He had gotten significantly hotter since I last checked him. "Get up, babe. Ben, please," I said, tears welling up. Fuck.

I wrapped my arm around his torso, under his arm. I tried putting his weight against me so I could get him to my car. As I tried to get up, I fell back down. I tried again but fell.

"Fuck," I exclaimed, reaching for my phone, dialing 911. The phone rang twice before someone picked up. "911, what's your emergency?" a man asked from the other side of the line. "Hi! My friend was sick with the flu I think and now he's passed out. His breathing is slowed and he's really pale. I can't carry him so could you please send an ambulance?" I asked, frantically. "Yes, what is your address?" he asked. "9175 Thrasher Ave," my voice shook as I spoke. "Thank you, ma'am. Paramedics will be there in about seven minutes."

I got up, running to the sink and pulled out a rag. I quickly wet it with warm water and went back to Ben. I pulled his head back onto my lap, dabbing the cloth against his forehead. "Please, be okay. Please, be okay," I whispered, moving a strand of hair out of his face. I wrapped a large, heavy blanket around him, trying to get him to break his fever.

A couple of minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I ran to it, opening the door. It was the paramedics. I led them to where Ben laid, unconscious. "His name?" one of them asked. "Ben Hardy. Is he going to be okay?" I asked. "We'll take good care of him. Are you riding in the ambulance or driving yourself?" they asked.

"I'll drive," I said. I probably needed a ride back to the apartment, depending on whether or not he could come home later tonight or not.

They put him on the gurney, caring him out to the ambulance. I watched them carefully rolling him into the back and shutting the door before a couple of them got in the back with him. I got in my car, just waiting and thinking everything over. None of this was going to plan.

It might have just been too much for his body. Maybe we should've prepped more. Surely, he'll be okay. I sighed, turning on the car and backing out, following the ambulance.

When we got to the hospital, I followed Ben to the room he was put in. "What's wrong with him?" I asked as they set him up in the bed. "He's got a fever of 103.4. The nurse will be in here a second to run some more tests. Do you mind if we ask a few questions?" a woman said as the other paramedics got him settled. I nodded.

"When did he start feeling sick?" she asked. "He had a headache last night and this morning it just blew up," I explained. After a few more questions and some paperwork, which I tried to fill out as much as possible, a nurse came in to run some test.

"Ma'am, are you family?" she asked, sanitizing her hands and putting on some gloves. "No, but-" I started to say but she cut me off. "I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside. I'll be done soon and then you'll be able to come back," she said, turning to Ben. "Okay," I said quietly, walking out.

The image of Ben on the ground, pale and unconscious stayed in my mind. What the fuck could possibly be wrong? Was this really just some flu-like thing? The thoughts raced through my mind as my leg bounced. To say I was anxious was an understatement.

"Ben Hardy?" a woman called out. I stood up, a worried look on my face. "Everything's done, if you'd like to see him."

I nodded, following her back to the room. I was met with Ben sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. He looked less pale then before but dark circles had started to form and his face had thinned significantly since I last saw him. This was all going to fast.

"How is he?" I asked. The nurse turned to me, taking off the gloves and mask. "It's one of the weirdest cases, I've seen. We're going to have to monitor him throughout the night. It seems as if his body is fighting itself. It's not cancer but his cells are killing themselves and his immune system isn't doing anything at all," she explained. This wasn't the flu.

"Pam, we need you in Room 147. It's a 68 year old male. Fever of 103.4. It's urgent," she sighed, "I'll be back to answer any other questions you have."

I looked to Ben, sitting in the chair beside his bed. There was crying from outside the room. I stood up, looking behind the curtain. It was an elderly woman. "Please, all this just started last night. I thought it was just a headache and then he fell and wouldn't wake up," she cried. I was confused that was the same situation as Ben.

Maybe this was something more than what it seemed. "Name?" I heard from outside the room. "Benjamin Hardy," the woman from before said. What the fuck.

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i’m finishing up the 3rd part of the Greaser (Ben Hardy) series tonight and having a bit of trouble but will definitely post the 2nd part tonight. let me know if you want to be tagged. x

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part III)

Summary

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1960s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

Warnings: mention of knives, violence, language, angst, mentions of car crash, mentions of sex.

Notes: i have no idea where this is going and how many parts this will be. i’m just going along with it haha. hope you like it. x

“Hey! You two, no making out in the store! Crazy kids get out of here!” a man who ressembled the manager of the store yelled. Ben didn’t respond, grabbing my hand and running out of the store with me.

Before I could even mention the kiss we shared in the store, Rami pulled up in Ben’s car and we both jumped in.

“Ben,” I called to him. “Yeah?” he said, turning around to meet me. He sounded a bit out of breathe as was I.

“What happened back there?” This was the most confused I’ve been since math class last week. Ben turned back around to face the road.

“Oh, it was just for distraction so we could rip off the place. We don’t need to do it again at the next place but the store was too open and it was too risky,” he laughed, awkwardly. I just nodded not responding.

I guess it didn’t really matter. I hadn’t realized that he kissed me just for a diversion to steal from the store. Honestly, I was a bit hurt. I wanted it to be real. I mean, it was for me. I felt something there but I guess he didn’t.

We rode silently until we reached the next store, where we stole the clothes that I needed, which was quite a lot. It definitely wasn’t my style but it would work. Sadly, there was no “distraction” needed.

We got home and things between Ben and I were awkward to say the least. Or at least I felt it was. Ben acted normal but there was no more flirting. I kind of missed it.

The night went short. Apparently Rami was getting up early in the morning and needed sleep and I couldn’t stand the awkward silence of Ben and I in the living room.

“You could take my bed if you’d like,” he said after a few minutes of being mute. “Oh no, I couldn’t,” I said. He already had given me a place to stay and gone through the trouble of getting what I needed.

“The couch is so small and uncomfortable. You’d sleep better in my bed.”

“But wouldn’t you be uncomfortable?” I asked. He was much taller than me so it couldn’t possibly be any more comfortable than I would be sleeping on the couch.

“Well, I was thinking you’d just sleep with me,” he said, scraping the back of his neck. “Okay,” I simply said and he looked up, shocked, then he smiled.

The next morning, I woke up to him spooning me, a strong arm around my waist that pulled me close to his chest. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest and his breathe tickling my neck. I turned toward the clock on the wall, deciding that I’d have to get up and get ready for school.

The clothes that Ben and Tami has picked out for me surprisingly fit me well. I wore a red, turtleneck sweater that fit tightly around my torso paired with a brown skirt and a white sweater. It was cute. Not something that I’d wear in 2019 bit cute.

After some coffee and some eggs, Ben drove us to school. Apparently Rami had gone to work 3 hours before we all got up to go to school and would meet us there.

As the day went on the awkwardness between Ben and I died down. That was until the conversation I had with some guy named Gwilym.

“You’re new right? What made you so quick to hang around grease?” he asked, his voice stained with disgust. “He seems nice.” I said, quietly. I barely knew the guy and he was already talking shit about the people I hung out with.

He laughed. “Nice? Sure, if that’s what you call someone who goes around ripping off people’s things and not mention they’re dirty dropouts.”

“They seem like fine people. They’re letting me stay okay their place so they’re beyond nice.” I was getting agitated. Rami and Ben were so generous. How could someone ever say they’re “dropouts”?

“Hey, Don’t flip your wig! Didn’t mean to hack a fox like you,” he smirked. Who the fuck did he think he was?

“Come on, baby. Why don’t we bug out after school’s out and go to the passion pit. I’ve got some rubbed in the glove compartment of my ride. Everyone would be paying attention to the movie but I don’t care if people watch. They’d just see what a hot babe I’m banging.” He smirked once more.

Stepping a bit closer to me, I backed up until my back hit the clod lockers. My breathe hitched as he put most of his weight on his arm that was next to my head, holding himself up by the lockers.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Lee?” Rami walked up to us, his thumb hooked around his belt loop. He looked pissed.

“None of your business, Malek.” He spat. “I think it’s my business when you make my friend uncomfortable. Why don’t you cut out and leave the poor girl alone?”

“Why would I leave a fox like her around a grungy bitch like you?” Now, Gwilym had stepped closer to Rami, his fist clenching.

“What’s going on here, Rami?” Ben came around the corner. I hadn’t moved from against the lockers, still shaken up and afraid about what was going to go down between Rami and Gwilym. Ben and I made quick eye contact and by the face he made, I could tell he noticed how uncomfortable I was.

“Gwilym was making Y/N uncomfortable. Come on, Lee just walk away,” Rami answered and Gwilym wrapped his arm around me pulling me into his body. I struggled against his grip and pushed him off of me. “Don’t touch me, asshole,” I said before knew it him in the balls.

He crouched down holding them in pain. “What the fuck, bitch!” he yelled and backhanded me. I stumbled back from the impact and Ben lunged. Rami grabbed me, holding me steadily and rubbing my arm as I held my cheek which was now red.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Ben basically screamed, his hand in his back pocket.

“I was trying to score that bitch but she’s too uptight. You can have her, Hardy,” Gwilym spat, a malicious smirk upon his lips.

“Talk about her like that again and I’ll beat the living shit out of you,” Ben pulled out a small, pocket knife and held it up to Gwilym’s neck.

“Jesus Gwilym. Could you really not take on the fucking greaser? You’re literally a foot taller than Hardy,” a guy with shot brown hair stepped out from around the corner.

“Why don’t we take this outside, huh boys?” he suggested. Ben kept his gaze and his knife pointed towards Gwilym as we walked towards the exit and into the parking lot of the school.

“That’s better now. Now Hardy, why don’t we put that little weapon of yours away and settle this out with something more exciting?” he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“You mean chicken, Joe?” Rami asked and Joe nodded.

“I’m fine with that, knowing that Lee will chicken out because he won’t want to wreck his $6,000 Cadillac.” Ben chuckled and Gwilym glared.

“Unlike you Hardy, I can pay for a new one,” Ben’s smile fell as he glared at Gwilym.

“Alright, alright! Let’s do this tomorrow. We can meet you two at that backroad near I-45, okay?” Rami asked and Joe nodded, grabbing Gwilym shoulder as they walked away.

We started to walk back to Ben’s car but I was still shaken up and confused as to what chicken was.

“Ben, what’s chicken?” I asked and he looked over to me. He sighed, “Lee and I will drive towards each other until the other chickens and drives off the road, which will be Gwilym. He loves his car too much,” he said unlocking the car. Rami said a quick goodbye, saying that he’d meet us at home.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” I asked. “What? Are you worried about me?” He chuckled and I lightly smacked him. “Yes! If it’ll cost you you’re life you shouldn’t do it. I’m fine!” I said as we drove home. He rolled his eyes. “He hit you, Y/N! I’m not letting that slide. Besides, I’ll be fine.”

I didn’t say anything else and the rest of the ride him was silent after that. I felt my chest tighten up and my heart speed up at the thought of Ben getting in a car accident. I wouldn’t forgive myself if he got hurt, or worse.

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Ready Freddie? // Queen Chapter Four

Study hall is the boringest class of them all. All we do is go over our work in the library. At least I have Eric and Donna to help me pass the time.

We talked about Red (Eric'a dad) grounding him for getting a tiny scratch on his car. Classic Red.

Donna was looking through Eric as he talked and glanced at someone past him. I quickly became curious and my gaze pushed past Eric and followed Donna's sight.

It was Freddie! "Okay guys, I know I'm boring, but damn." Eric stopped abruptly when he noticed we weren't looking at him any longer. "Shut up, Dillhole." Donna snarkily replied.

"Invite him over." Donna smiled. I guess I was staring a little longer than I thought. "What? No... I couldn't..." I shyly smiled and looked away, covering my face in embarrassment.

"Fine," Donna rolled her eyes,"I'll do it." She stood and walked over to his table. He was sitting alone, reading over a textbook.

I could see her talking to him, looking down at him. He smiled and nodded as she made hand gestures as she talked. He looked past her and looked at us. Well, at me.

They started walking back to our table and I started getting nervous. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." I repeated over and over. "Why ya freakin' out?" Eric asked confusedly.

"Eric, this is Freddie. Freddie, this is Eric, my boyfriend." Donna smiled proudly. "Hi." He shyly greeted, smiling.

"And I've heard you've met Olivia." Fucking hell Donna.

"Hey." I smiled brightly. "Hi." He smiled back, still shy and meek. "Freddie's gonna sit with us." Donna broke up our silent smiling contest.

"Where are you from?" I asked, looking at the side of his head. His hair was dark and thick. He definitely wasn't white. He looks exotic, I guess is how I would put it.

"Middlesex. It's near London." He nodded. "Oh, that's cool!" I grinned candidly.

"Where are you all from?" We all kind of laughed and answered,"New Haven." How ridiculous the thought we could be from anywhere else.

"Oh. What's it like here?" He asked curiously. "Not London, I can tell ya that." Donna answered humoursly.

"So what's Middlesex like?" Eric asked. "It's quite fun. I wasn't there for long. But the scene is cool." He was shy, which was scarce around here.

"Why did you move here?" It was my turn for an inquiry. "My parents wanted a better life for us." His smile was thin-lipped, but seemed disingenuous.

"What class do you have next?" Donna asked excitedly. "Uhh..." He started, pulling his schedule from his backpack. "Lunch." He nodded.

"Me too." I tried my best to be nonchalant. But man. I was so excited. "Great. We can wall together." He prodded nervously.

"Of course! You can sit at my table too, if you'd like." I prodded. He nodded, a slight smile on his face.

"Everyone, this is Freddie." A light smirk grazed my lips as they all looked at him. "Hi Freddie." The flat toned droning of bored Connecticut teenagers made me roll my eyes. "He's our new student." I grinned as I sat down with my lunch, Freddie trailing next to me.

"Hi." Freddie's posh accent surprised them, just as it had me. Another smirk struck my face as they were amazed by him. He laughed shyly as they fawned over him.

After lunch was astronomy for me. Once again, I enjoyed the class, but I was terrible at it. It was so simple, I don't understand why I was so bad at it.

Going about my day was tough with school work, sometimes it just got to be a bit much. My reward for the day was seeing Freddie. I've known him a few hours, but he seems very cool. Not to mention he had an amazing look.

My next class was poetry. I really wanted to take this class instead of a literature course because  I figured it would be easier. I'm actually good at writing poems when I'm in a poetic mood. But they're always sad.

Film theory is my last period. I love this class because it was so easy and fun. We wrote essays about our favorite films. Well, my favorite. Most of the students in this class hated the classic movies, but I enjoyed them!

Freddie's POV

I like most of my classes. I have a few with Olivia and her friends. I have Poetry, Study hall, Lunch, Geometry, and Graphic design with her.

Everyone was surprised by my accent. Well, when I actually spoke. The only time I really talked to people was when I with Olivia. She's really nice. I think I'd like to keep being her friend.

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I slammed my locker shut. Great. Now I get to walk home. I don't know where Kash is. I guess she already headed home without me. I mean, that's okay.

"Hey Fred!" Olivia bounced up next to me. She was wearing bright colors, but they all went together very well. Her backpack was black and covered in cherry declas. "Is it okay if I walk with you?" "Of course." I nodded.

"What is there to do for fun around here?" I looked to her. "Oh jeez, that's a bad question. Let me think..." She genuinely pondered for about thirty seconds. "There's a movie theatre, we have a pool open in the Summer, the Y has classes, oh the concert hall, the music center, there's a mall, the Yale art museum, oh and we have a harbor."

"At least it's not boring here." I shrugged. "Oh no, trust me, you'll be bored in a week." She giggled. I laughed along. "Where do you live?" She asked. I gave her my address and an area more vague.

"Oh cool. That's like two minutes from my house." She smiled. I was elated to find out she lived so close. I figured that way, we could become better friends.

"Well, this is mine." She smiled as we stood in front of a split level blue colonial house with large column's in the front.

"Really, that's yours?" I asked, filled with wonderment. "Mhm." She smiled shyly. "We're not rich or anything, we've had this house in the family for generations."

"I'll see you tomorrow," She looked to me,"walk me home again?" "Of course." I nodded.

She's really cool. Hopefully we'll get to know each other better. I also hope to get more friends.

My thinking was stopped when I came to the front steps of my house. I'm still not used to the small tudor home. I would've missed it all together if I hadn't seen "Bulsara" on the mail box.