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m0etenchandon · 5 years

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Touched for the very first time (Virgin!Reader x Ben smut)

Pairing: Reader x Ben Hardy Summary: Based on a request. You are moving to study in London and childhood friend Ben opens his flat for you. You hadn´t seen him in a while and definitely hadn´t noticed how hot he has gotten. The fact that you´re a frustrated virgin doesn´t help. Ben to the rescue. Warnings: SMUT (18+), fluff, friends-to-lovers, virgin!Reader, masturbation, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex (reader on birth control) A/N: This is my 1.5K followers celebration! Aah I´m so honored that you guys actually follow me and put up with my bullshit. Thank you, I love you all! Also, I´m very aware that this concept is heavily used, but here is my take on it. We can never get too much virgin reader stuff, right?

Word count: 5.3K

This is pure filth and you are not allowed to read it if you´re under 18. I will block you if I catch minors interacting with this story.

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You hadn’t really believed your luck when Ben had asked you to move in with him. Not only did you get to live basically free while studying, but his apartment was huge. And on top of that you got to spend more time with your childhood friend. You had kept in touch over the years, but you hadn´t seen him in real life until you showed up at his front door, bags in hands. Seeing him almost took your breath away. That silly crush you had on him suddenly bursting back to life, your stomach stirring as you took him in. He was wearing a pair of grey joggers that definitely showed off his package and you felt heat rush to your face as you tore your eyes away. His torso was clad in a white t-shirt that fit his muscles perfectly. His muscles. Those definitely weren´t there when you were younger. Obviously, you had seen pictures of him online, but you never realized just how fit he was. Not to mention his gorgeous face which was lit up with a smile going all the way to his green eyes. Wow.

“Y/N”, Ben exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms felt warm around your body as you threw yours around his neck. God he even smelled fantastic. Manly.

“Wow you uh-, you look great”, you said, stuttering to form words. You really shouldn´t feel this flustered around one of your best friends.

“Oh, thank you. So do you! I love your dress”, he said. You could definitely see his eyes rake all over your body which didn´t help your situation. His stare lingered at the hem of your dress which to be fair was a bit short.

“Thank you. And again, thank you for letting me stay here. I don´t know what I could do to repay you”, you said.

“It´s my pleasure, Y/N. I can´t wait to have a roommate, it gets boring living here alone”, he smiled, helping you get your luggage through the door. You hadn´t brought that much actually since Ben had all the furniture and stuff, just your clothes and essentials.

“So no girlfriend then?”, you asked, testing the waters. It´s not like you would actually make a move on him, it was just a stupid crush, but you wanted to know if you would have to bring your noise cancelling headphones to bed or not.

“Nah, I´m enjoying the single life for now”, he said, picking up a bag and started walking down the hallway. Presumably to your bedroom, so you followed suit. “Why?”

“Just wondering if I´ll run into half naked models on my way to the bathroom you know”, you said, nudging his side. You always had a playful friendship, but you were lying if you said it didn´t sting just a little thinking about him with another girl.

“Don´t worry your pretty little head, Y/N. It´s been a while”, Ben said. If only he knew how long it had been for you.

“So this is your room, I´ll let you get sorted and then we can have dinner, yeah?”, he asked after opening one of the doors. The room was modern, but still cozy. There was a huge bed in the middle of it, and lots of closet space. Ben had previously told you to decorate however you liked, but you were pretty sure just a few pictures would do the trick to make it feel more like home.

“Thank you. Again”, you giggled, walking around the room. “Can I take a shower first?”

“Yeah, first door on your left”, Ben said with a smile tugging at his lips. “Feel free to use my soap until you have finished unpacking”

He turned on his heel and made his way down the hallway again. You couldn´t help but stare as he disappeared, his toned back stretching the fabric of his t-shirt. Fuck, you shouldn´t be thinking this. How were you supposed to live with Ben if all you could think of was fucking him? You hadn´t even had sex. Ever. And here you were thirsting after your childhood friend who had been kind enough to let you live for free in the middle of London. If it weren´t for the fact that Ben could definitely hear, you would have screamed at the top of your lungs in frustration. Instead, you pulled out a pair of fresh underwear, some shorts and a top form your suitcase and headed for the bathroom.

The shower was spacious, there was definitely room for two. Your imagination had a mind of its own and before you knew it you were picturing Ben in there with you, the water running down his naked body. Down his chest, over his abs, down to his hard-. Holy shit. You snapped out of it, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to imagine something – anything, other than Ben and his glory. It was no use though, the dull tingle between your legs kept reminding you. You placed your forehead against the cold tiles and groaned. Praying the shower would conceal your moans, you slid your hand down your stomach and towards your clit. You shuddered when the pressure was relieved, starting to rub fast and tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

It didn´t take long before you came with a cry of his name. Of Ben´s name. You were so caught up in your pleasure that you didn´t even realize until it was too late. It was loud too so he could definitely hear if he wanted too. You felt your entire body tense up in embarrassment, your cheeks becoming unbelievably hot. Shit.

You quickly finished your shower, covering your entire body in the shower gel that smelt just like him. Washing away all your pleasure, searching your brain for an excuse in case he heard you. You would just have to say you were searching for something but found it before he could answer. Yep, that would have to do.

“Jesus how hot is the water you shower in? You look like you´ve just ran a marathon”, Ben said when you walked into the kitchen. He was busy cooking up some pasta but turned to take in your appearance.

“Oh, uhm- I was cold”, you mumbled, hoisting yourself up on the counter.

“Cold? In thirty-degree weather?”, Ben said, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “You´re wearing shorts and you´re cold?”

He reached out to run his fingers along the material of your shorts, dangerously close to your heat. Your eyes were locked on his moves, your breath hitching in your throat. This wasn´t something friends did, right?

“Sorry”, he said after realizing just how inappropriate he was being. He coughed and went back to stirring the tomato sauce.

“So, how have you been since I last saw you? Still with whats-his-name?”, Ben asked. He refused to look at you, ignoring the sexual tension that was clearly thick in the air. This was going to be difficult.

“No, we only dated for a few months. He kept pushing me to do uhm - things I wasn´t comfortable with”, you said. He had broken up with you for not sleeping with him, but you didn´t want to tell Ben. It was embarrassing and you didn´t want him to think you were some innocent little girl.

“What? Anal?”, Ben asked, finally turning around and shooting you a cocky grin. You rolled your eyes, thankful the tension had lifted slightly.

“No, it was something else. I don´t want to talk about it”

“Come on”, he said, turning the stove off. Ben closed the distance between you, placing his arm on either side of your thighs. Effectively keeping you in place. His breath was hot on your exposed collarbones and you could feel chills flowing down your spine along with the tingle returning to your core.

“Tell me”, he said, looking up at you with those gorgeous green eyes.

“It´s embarrassing”, you said, trying to squirm out of his presence, but there was no use. Ben had you under his spell.

“I promise I won´t laugh”, Ben said, cocking his head slightly. You couldn´t help but let your eyes fall on his plump lips for a second, seeing his tongue slip out to wet them. “Please”

“Fine”, you sighed, unable to resist him and his pretty face, “He dumped me because I didn´t want to sleep with him”

“Really? What a dick”, Ben said, furrowing his eyebrows. “He doesn´t deserve to be with a girl like you”

And just like that, Ben pulled away and started plating the dinner. Did he just? What did that mean? A girl like you?

Your mind was racing throughout dinner and even during the next few days. Ben was definitely being friendly, but you couldn´t quite figure out if he was actually flirting or not. You had caught him starting a few times, but he quickly brushed it off. He even walked around shirtless sometimes, causing you to end the day with your hand down your panties, chasing your high while trying to stifle your moans.

It even led to you avoiding him, opting to spend your evening in bed watching Netflix instead of hanging out in the living room. This night was one of those. Well at least until there was a knock on the door followed by Ben poking his head out from behind it.

“Can I come in?”, he asked, taking in your half-naked figure. You were only wearing an old t-shirt and panties, which he had definitely noticed. You scrambled to cover your bottom half before nodding.

“What´s up?”, you asked, pausing the episode of Queer Eye you were watching.

Ben opened the door fully, revealing his body covered only by a pair of joggers. Those same ones that left very little to the imagination. That combined with him being shirtless had you wet in an instant. That familiar tingle creeping back.

“`M just bored”, Ben said, throwing himself face down on the bed next to you. “Are you ready for freshers week?”

“I don´t know”, you said. Honestly, you were dreading it. You knew it was filled with booze and sex and you would still be a virgin. It was difficult. You didn´t want your first time to be with some random stranger, but you were beginning to just want it over with it.

“Come on, you´ll have the best of times! There´s lots of alcohol and you get to have as much sex as you want without anyone judging you. It´s great”, he said, nudging your side.

“I´m not that uhm- experienced, so I just find it awkward”, you admitted.

“Are you a virgin?”, Ben asked, causing you to almost choke on your breath. Your eyes went wide as you stammered for a response.

“W-what?”

“It´s just a question, Y/N. I´m not going to judge you”, he said, shooting you an honest smile.

“I-uhm, yes”, you said, “I can´t believe I´m telling you this but I am. That’s why my ex dumped me, I didn´t trust him enough to let him take my virginity. But it was a long time ago and now I´m just insecure that I´ll suck because I don´t know what to do with a guy. It stops me every time and I fuck- I just want it over with”

Ben looked like he was at a loss of words, his eyes locked on yours. Which only made you feel even more embarrassed.

“I could help you”, he finally said after a while, his voice low.

“What? Set me up with one of your mates or something?

“I could do that, or I could do it myself”, Ben suggested. A flush was creeping onto his cheeks as he put himself out there in front of you. It was a tempting offer, a very tempting offer.

“Uhm, yeah I´d like that”, you said, your eyes falling on his lips. It couldn´t hurt, right? You trusted him, and obviously you found him ridiculously hot. It was completely fine. Right?

“Ok good”, Ben said, “Uhm, what do you want to learn?”

“How to give a blowjob I guess. And sex of course”, you said. Your pulse was racing. This was actually happening. The ache between your legs grew significantly when you saw Ben let out a nervous chuckle.

“I can do that”, he said, turning around to lay on his back instead. “Just uhm- come here”

You pulled the duvet back before moving over to him. You settled yourself on his lower thighs and looked down on him. Ben´s eyes were trained on your lower half where only a pair of lace panties were covering your heat.

“Shit ok this is actually happening”, he said with a laugh, running his hands through his hair.

You tapped your fingers against his thighs to get him to focus his attention back at telling you what to do. As much as you loved having him watch you with hungry eyes, you wanted to move on.

“Sorry, you just look so hot like this. Start by kissing my lower stomach”, Ben said, taking in a harsh breath when you did just that. You pressed your lips to one of his abs, feeling his warm skin. You looked up at him to gauge his expression as you moved further down. Letting your lips trail over the patch of hair leading into his joggers.

“Your lips are so soft”, he mumbled, eyes blown wide with lust. You could see his bulge grow in size as you moved. You kissed the skin just above the waist band of his joggers, hearing Ben hiss.

“Ok enough of that. Press you palm against my crotch”, he instructed. You pulled your face back a bit and did what you were told. A gasp left your mouth when you felt how hard he was underneath your hand. You could feel the warmth through the material of his joggers, feeling him twitch. Grow. The soft moans that left Ben´s mouth turned you on like crazy. The whole scenario hot. You had imagined this happening so many times by now, it almost felt unreal.

“Fu-fuck that feels good”, Ben moaned, biting down on his lips. You could tell he was struggling to hold back so you could learn, which only turned you on more.

“You´re so hard”, you mumbled, moving your palm over his bulge. Ben bucked into your touch.

“I am, just for fuck- just for you, Y/N”, he said, “Go ahead and pull my joggers down. Boxers too”

Ben whined when you stopped pushing down on his bulge even though he was the one telling you what to do. It made you feel empowered knowing how much pleasure you were bringing him.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his joggers and pulled them down his thighs along with his boxers. Enough to free his cock but not all the way off. You slowly let your eyes drift up to his shaft. Your thighs clenched together around his legs at the sight. You had imagined what it would look like so many times, but never did you think you would actually be face to face with it. Ben´s cock was thick and heavy where it laid against his stomach. He was bigger than you thought, and you wondered how the hell you were going to fit that inside.

“Do you like what you see?”, Ben teased, tensing so it would jump and twitch in front of you. “Wrap your hand around it and give it a squeeze. You can´t really go wrong”

You nodded and reached a shaky hand out. It felt odd to have him in your grasp. You could feel the blood pump through his cock. The soft skin combined with how hard he felt.

You slowly started to slide your hand to the base, pulling back the foreskin. The head was red and glistening with pre-cum.

“That´s it. Fuck you´re a natural, love”

Ben called you love often, but it hit different when you had your hand wrapped around his cock. Your heart fluttering. It somehow made you more confident. You started sliding your hand up and down his shaft, enjoying watching his face scrunch up in pleasure and his chest rise and fall with how heavy he was breathing.

“Try placing a kiss to the head”, Ben instructed. He needed you to get on with it so he didn´t cum before actually teaching you how to give head.

You leant down and pressed your lips to the slit, feeling the bead of pre-cum coat your lips. It was salty, but didn´t necessarily taste bad. You liked it. So, you pressed another kiss to the head, this time on the string that was just underneath. This made Ben yelp in pleasure, his hand coming down to grab onto your hair.

“Shit shit shit I´m going to have to speed this up or I´m going to cum before we even get started”, he said, his cheeks red with excitement. You smiled to yourself at how worked up he was.

“Wrap your lips around me and suck. Literally anything feels good, just don´t use your teeth and you´re good”

You nodded before sliding your lips over his glistening head. It felt even warmer in your mouth, and you moaned at the sensation.

“Bloody hell that´s amazing. Just like that. Try sliding down a little further”, Ben moaned, his hand lightly pushing your head down. Your relaxed your mouth and did what you were told. You kept your teeth behind your lips and slowly started bobbing your head up and down. By the noises Ben was making you could tell he was really enjoying it, and you certainly did too. Your panties growing damper by the second.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before? You´re so fucking good, Y/N”, he said. His fingers were tugging at your hair, only encouraging you to go faster. “Work the rest with your hand”

You looked up at Ben and hummed around him, reaching up to wrap your hand around his base. You jerked him off with the same pace you were bobbing your head and you could tell Ben was quickly losing it. He was struggling to keep his hips still as you took him into your warm, wet mouth. His moaning getting louder and louder.

“Shit I´m going- god, I´m going to cum, Y/N”, Ben whined, heaving for air. His hand tugging harder at your hair. “You have to stop if you don´t want me to”

“Can you go again if you cum now?”, you asked, pulling your mouth off of his cock. Still jerking him off with your hand. Ben nodded, eager to get his release.

“Ok, I want to know what it feels like to have you cum in my mouth”, you said. You wrapped your lips around his head again, working his shaft with determination.

“You´ll be the absolute death of me, love”, he said, thrusting his hips ever so slightly to meet your mouth. “I´m s-so close”

You sucked even harder, feeling several drops of pre-cum coat your mouth.

“`m gonna cum, `m gonna fucking cum, Y/N”, Ben groaned, grabbing your head and stilling your movements as hot ropes of cum shot out of his cock. You continued working his shaft, squeezing out all he had to offer. It tasted quite similar to his pre-cum, but maybe a little bit sweeter. Definitely something you could get used to.

Ben pulled you off him when he came down, panting and trying to catch his breath.

“I don´t think you´ll have to be shy about your blowjob abilities because that was fucking amazing”, he said, watching you open your mouth and show him his load. The sight made Ben´s softening cock twitch in defeat.

“Fucking hell. Do you want to swallow it for me?”, Ben asked. You nodded, closing your mouth and swallowing it. The liquid slid down your throat, warming your insides.

“It tastes weird”, you said once you were done, a giggle escaping your mouth. You had really just sucked Ben off and on top of that swallowed his cum.

“I know, I know. I didn´t exactly expect this to happen so I didn´t prepare”

“What do you mean?”, you asked, genuinely confused.

“If I ate stuff like pineapple it would taste better, sweeter”, he said, coking his head with a smile. “You´re so innocent, Y/N”

“Well this innocent girl wants you to fuck her”, you said, moving up his legs. You placed your heat over his cock, grinding your clothed pussy over him.

“Shit ok first of all, I need two minutes. Second, we need to get you ready for me first”, he said, flipping you over so he was hovering over you. He pulled his joggers and boxers all the way off.

“Can I take your shirt off?”, Ben asked, reaching out to toy with the hem of it.

“I just sucked you off, I´m pretty sure we´re beyond this, Ben”, you giggled, lifting your arms. Ben chuckled before pulling it off your body. His eyes fell on your exposed chest, the green turning even darker.

“No bra, what a tease you are, love”, he mumbled. Leaning down, he pressed his soft lips to the soft curve of your breast. His hair tickled your sensitive skin, goosebumps forming underneath his touch.

“Tell me if you ever want me to stop, ok?”, Ben said, looking up at you to see you nod before continuing. He wrapped his lips around your left nipple, taking it into his mouth and swirling his wet tongue around it. You arched into his touch, feeling the tingle between your legs increase. Ben certainly knew what he was doing, how crazy he was driving you.

“Show me how you get yourself off”, he said, pulling away and sitting back on his knees.

“W-what?”, you asked, suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment.

“I heard you in the shower the first day you were here you know, and sometimes at night when you think I´ve gone to bed I can hear your pretty little moans”, Ben teased, winking.

You were absolutely mortified. Somehow him hearing you and knowing that you thought of him were worse than actually having sex.

“Oh come on don´t go all shy on me now. I know you want me, and you have no idea how much I want you too. I´ve had a crush on you for ages. Was just looking for a perfect occasion to bring it up without it being awkward”, he said.

“And you thought that this was it? Me lying here almost naked and you telling me to masturbate in front of you?”, you asked, fighting off your instinct to just melt into the mattress. You wanted him, and it was admittedly quite hot knowing he could actually hear you. Oh and the fact that he liked you back. That was also good.

“Mhm. I want to see what makes you moan my name while you cum”, Ben teased, nudging your leg.

“Fine”, you mumbled, reaching down to pull your panties down your legs. Ben watched you like a hawk as you spread your legs, your glistening pussy finally exposed to him.

You slid your hand down to your clit, just like you always did. Your eyes closed on instinct for a few seconds as you finally got some much-needed friction, a relieved sigh leaving your mouth when you started rubbing tight fast circles. The knot in your stomach was building slowly but steadily. Something about the fact that Ben was right beside you, watching, getting you all riled up.

“Fuck that´s hot”, Ben mumbled, shifting so he could get a better view. He placed a hand on your thigh to keep your legs spread. “Do you ever finger yourself?”

“Not really, it´s a weird angle”, you said, speeding up your movements. Desperate for a release.

“Can I?”, he asked, sliding his hand down the inside of your thigh. You whined and arched into his touch.

“Please, Ben”

“So needy, love”, he teased. His fingers brushed against your own as he collected some of your wetness, sliding his fingers through your folds. It felt ten times better to have someone else do it, especially when that someone else was Ben in all his nude glory, cock hardening again as he slowly pressed a finger inside your entrance.

You gasped at the sensation, clamping your walls down on his digit as he started pumping it in and out. He curled it to press against your front wall, making stars cloud your vision.

“You´re so wet and tight for me, love. Can´t wait to have my cock inside your pussy”, Ben mumbled, pressing another finger inside. He worked them at a torturously slow pace, rubbing against that spot just inside with every thrust. Your fingers were still rubbing your clit and you were sure you were about to cum.

“Are you close, Y/N?”, Ben asked, speeding up his fingers. You nodded, throwing your head back in pleasure as you rested right on the edge. Ben apparently didn´t want you to cum, because he pushed your hand away from your clit, causing you to look up him with a pout.

“Oh don´t pout those pretty lips, it will feel much better if you wait”, he said, moving over to settle between your legs. He wrapped a hand around his cock and gave himself a few pumps. “Want you to cum around my cock instead”

“A-are you clean? I´m on the pill so you don´t have to wear a condom if you don´t want to”, you said, nervously looking up at him. You´ve heard from your friends how much better it feels for both parties without condoms.

“Yeah? I tested myself a few weeks ago and I haven´t slept with anyone since”, Ben said. He slid his cock through your folds, a smirk forming on his lips as you moaned when he brushed against your sensitive clit. “Are you clean?”, he mocked.

“Fuck off you kno- oh my fucking god”, you moaned, feeling his cock press against your entrance before Ben slowly started sliding in. He placed his hands on either side of your body to steady himself as he watched his cock disappear into your heat. It stung but it didn´t necessarily hurt. A wave of pleasure hitting you and mixing with the discomfort.

“Fucking hell you´re tight. Are you okay?”, he asked once he had bottomed you out. Ben stopped his movements to let you adjust to his length, cursing whenever you would clench around him. You had your eyes squeezed shut, your chest rising and falling as you tried to relax. It felt really good, his cock stretching you in a delicious way.

“Y-Yeah”, you said, opening your eyes to look at him. Ben´s face was furrowed in concentration, short breaths of hot air leaving his mouth.

“Can I move?”, Ben questioned, letting out a sigh of relief as you nodded. “Let me know if you want to stop or if you need a break”

It was definitely worse when he started moving, but still bearable. Ben went slow, his cock dragging against your walls as he thrusted in and out. His eyes trained on yours to check you were doing fine.

“Does it hurt?”, he asked, picking his pace up just a little.

“A bit”, you admitted. Ben shifted his hips slightly, the tip of his cock nudging that spot on your front wall. Oh. That was better. You moaned and reached up to grab his forearm, pleasure taking over your body. “That´s better”

“Hmm, good”, Ben teased. He hooked your legs around his waist before dropping down to press his lips to your neck. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, adding to your pleasure. The knot in your stomach tightened with his every move.

Ben sucked a hickey onto your neck at the same time he picked up the pace of his thrusts, causing you to scream out his name. You were getting closer and closer, and you could tell he was too. His breath hot on your neck.

“Do you think you can cum for me, love?”, Ben asked, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

“Y-yeah, I´m close”, you whined, grinding down onto his cock. The action sent a wave of confidence through Ben´s body, his hips moving back and snapping against yours.

“Rub your clit for me, Y/N. I want to feel you cum around my cock”, he growled, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. It caught you off guard for a second before you realized what was happening. But when you kissed him back my god did you feel at home. It was like a missing piece of a puzzle finally sliding back into place.

Ben slid his tongue against your bottom lip, begging you to let him in. You opened your mouth the second you pressed your fingers against your neglected clit, moaning into his.

It was all too much. Your sweaty bodies moving against each other, the air hot and heavy with sex. His cock nudging your sweet spot, your fingers working your clit. You couldn´t hold back. You came with a cry of Ben´s name, just like you had that first day at his flat.

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through your body, even your fingertips flooding with pleasure. Your thighs were squeezing around Ben´s hips, your walls around his cock.

Ben came too, his hips stuttering upon feeling you clench around him. A warm sensation spread across your lower half as his cum coated your walls, the feeling prolonging your orgasm. You were on cloud nine. The orgasm lasted so long but far from long enough. You wanted more, but you were so fucked out and exhausted all you could do was melt completely into the mattress.

Ben pulled out of you with a curse, his eyes drifting down to watch his cum pool at your wet entrance.

“So”, you said trying to stifle a giggle, “I guess we just had sex”

Ben chuckled, laying down and pulling you into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head which caused the butterflies in your stomach to go into a frenzy. You couldn´t help but smile up at him.

“You´re so adorable, love”, he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss, placing your hand on his cheek to deepen it. Your lips moving in perfect harmony.

“Wow you´re going to get me started again if you kiss me like that”, Ben said, pulling back with a giant grin.

“Sorry not sorry”, you smiled, pressing another quick kiss to his lips.

“Jesus you´ll be the absolute death of me, love. I still have lots to show you, don´t want to do it all in one night”

“So this wasn´t just a one-off thing?”, you asked, holding your breath as you waited for his reply. You didn´t want it to be.

“I hope not, Y/N. I know we´re just friends, but I would very much like us to be more than that”, he said, reaching out to caress your cheek. You leant into his touch and smiled.

“I want that too, Ben”, you said, “Even though we´re kind of doing this in the wrong order”

“We can make it work, love”

“I´m sure”, you said, leaning up to kiss him again. God you would never get tired of the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

“So what other things do you want to teach me?”, you asked, wiggling your eyebrows. Ben let out a giggle.

“Come shower with me and you´ll find out”, he said with a wink. The shower definitely had room for two.

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poedjarin · 4 years

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You’re posting a lot of Ben content today. So could you do something involving him and Christmas morning?

i’m absolutely in my ben feels today and i hope that he’s enjoyed himself in new york while i sit here and hope he appears in front of me LOL. i don’t much about ben’s family so take this with a grain of salt. this is loosely based off something ben said in an interview for six underground, so i hope that you enjoy it! i’m working on another blurb for ben as well, so stay tuned!

request a holiday blurb/hc

you’d developed quite the stealthy method of sneaking out of bed and not getting caught. this time was not one of those times. it was always easy in the comfort of your own home, in your own bed, under your own covers. but all bets were off now that you were staying with ben’s parents.

the guest room was on the ground floor of the home and the bathroom was a bit of a distance away. it was easy enough to maneuver your way out of ben’s grip in the middle of the night; you’d learned how to do so early on in your relationship so that you weren’t smothered by your human furnace of a boyfriend.

trying to figure out the floor plan of the home in a panic was a feat, but you found your way just in time. you were cognizant enough not to make any noises so that you didn’t wake anyone, especially ben. you were a little dazed when you left the bathroom, your eyesight fighting the dark to make your way back to the guest room. you decided halfway there that you wanted to stop off in the kitchen for a glass of water. but you only remembered the thought of doing so and not the action.

you awoke when ben pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders.

“hey there, sleepy head.” ben smiled as he sat across from you.

you hugged the blanket tightly around yourself and yawned. “g’mornin’. how’d you sleep?”

“i’m more interested in how you slept. i can’t imagine sleeping upright on the sofa was even remotely comfortable for you.”

ben wasn’t wrong; your back ached. however, that was the least of your problems considering you don’t even remember getting to the living room. if you knew yourself as well as you did, it was probably because you were dizzy and overheated. you just needed a minute to regain your composure, but instead you fell asleep.

you bit your lip and shrugged. “i wanted to sit near the tree for a little, and i guess i just fell asleep…”

ben turned to look at the Christmas tree, which stood impressively tall in the living room, and wrapped his arm around you. “my mum and dad always outdo themselves with it comes to decorating. i think you and i could give them a run for their money someday though.”

you blushed and bit your lip. your future with ben was something you were always quite uncertain of. his life was so fast paced, and you were always worried that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with him. there was also a strong fear that you would weigh ben down and become an inconvenience to him. the thought was looming over you now more than it ever has.

ben lifted his hand to your cheek and gently caressed you skin. he leaned in to kiss you, but before he could do so, his parents entered the room. ben’s mother held four champagne flutes in her hands and set them down on the table as ben’s father trailed behind her.

“merry Christmas, you two!” ben’s dad greeted you, working on removing the cork from the champagne bottle.

“merry Christmas!” ben took his hand from your face and laced his fingers with yours. “this is my favorite part of Christmas morning.”

“that’s because you’re a lush, Benjamin.” ben’s mom teased as she set the glasses in front of you.

ben’s father had uncorked the champagne and filled your glasses nearly to the brim. you wished you could find enjoyment in the bubbling liquid in the moment. once all the glasses were poured, ben handed one to you and you hesitantly accepted.

“merry Christmas, everyone! here’s to - many more holidays together!”

“i’ll definitely drink to that.” ben’s dad raised his glass and everyone followed suit.

you all took turns clinking glasses and everyone took a generous sip from their glass. well, everyone accept for you.

“too early for champagne, love?” ben’s mom playfully nudged you.

“babe, take a small sip. it’s tradition.” ben explained

“i want to, believe me,” you began. “but i can’t.”

“but - why?” ben asked, slightly annoyed. “i’ve been looking forward to sharing this with you.”

you picked at your fingers nervously, biting your lip and looking down at your feet.

“you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to. we’re not going to force you to do so. we just wanted to share something special with you.” ben’s dad placed his hand on ben’s shoulders, gently squeezing to try and smooth the situation over.

“i know, and i want to take part in it. i want to make this a tradition of mine -“

“but she can’t.” ben’s mom finished for you. “because she’s going to have a baby.”

there was something about hearing someone else say it that was relieving for you. it was hard to keep it a secret from ben, but you were frightened that he would leave you. you were searching for the right time to tell him but his mom put the pieces together before you could do so.

“you’re pregnant?” ben asked, his pupils blown wide.

you nodded slowly in confirmation. ben didn’t hesitate to kiss you deeply. his hands carefully bolded around your stomach, which caused tears to fall from your cheeks.

“for the record, this is a perfectly good reason not to participate in ben’s favorite part of Christmas.” ben’s dad assured you.

you hoped that this would be a Christmas memory that ben would cherish forever.

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killerqueenmachine · 5 years

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A prompt with Ben,,,,, 62

62. Lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up.

As the faint rays of the sun fought their way through your curtain and you slowly regained your consciousness, you heard the soft snores of your boyfriend Ben, who was sleeping right beside you.

You hadn't even opened your eyes before your throbbing headache made its presence in your head, which made you softly groan as you rubbed your temples. Your movement made your sleeping boyfriend stir and the sound of his soft snores subsided, only to be exchanged with groans.

The night before you had thrown a party bigger than you had ever tried to host before. You had decided to throw a garden party to celebrate Ben getting a part in a new big movie and what was supposed to have been a gathering of neighbors and friends quickly ended up being more than 100 people and way too much alcohol. So the fact that your head was pounding honestly wasn't a surprise.

"Baby" Ben whined, his voice much hoarser than normal.

"No, 'm sleeping" you whined back, refusing to open your eyes and accept the fact that you were awake.

You could feel Ben roll over which made you adjust your position a bit too. His hands wandered from your hand, up over your arm, shoulder and neck before softly cupping your cheek. The feeling of his soft touch on your sore body made the chills run down your spine in the best way possible. His affection towards you made your headache subside just a little bit.

"mmm head hurts" Ben sighed and pressed a soft kiss to your nose, most likely searching for your mouth but missing, because he hadn't been bothered to open his eyes yet.

"baby plea-" you were cut off by Ben softly pressing his lips against yours.

You reciprocated the kiss, lazily moving your lips against his. The kisses never deepened more than a peck, but within a few minutes, you had placed an uncountable number of soft kisses to your boyfriends' slightly chapped lips.

"My head still hurts" he croaked out, finally opening his eyes.

"You look so beautiful, my love" he laughed, and gently moved a piece of your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"Don't laugh at me, I know I'm a mess. It's all your fault tho'" you whined, trying to roll over and away from Ben but he wouldn't let you. He grabbed on to your shoulder and pulled you back.

"You're beautiful. I can't wait to wake up to your beautiful face every day for the rest of my life" he softly said before pressing another kiss to your forehead.

His overly sweet comment made you open your eyes and scan his face.

"You're so cheesy. I love you" you laughed and pulled his head closer to yours to press yet another soft kiss to his lips.

"How is your messyness my fault anyway?" he asked slightly pouting.

"If you hadn't insisted on playing eight games of beer pong I wouldn't have gotten so drunk and thus - my head wouldn't be feeling like my brain is trying to escape my skull." You whined.

Ben chuckled deeply in response and lazily rolled over and got on top of you, supporting his upper body on his elbows beside your face, pinning you down underneath him.

"If you hadn't been so horribly bad at beer pong you wouldn't have gotten so drunk, love." he laughed and kissed yet another kiss on your lips.

"You were cheating and you know it" you whined, very well aware that he wasn't cheating - you were just a mess and should've told him 'no more games' before things had gotten out of hand.

"Was not!" he protested and kissed your nose teasingly.

You didn't reply but instead pushed him off you and rolled over on your side to leave another soft bunch of tiny kisses on his lips, still not wanting to leave your bed.

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bensakindofmagic · 5 years

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IT’S ANOTHER BEN HARDY FANFIC (pls read it) Ben Hardy x female reader WARNINGS: talking about sex/toys/drugs - also there will be swearing throughout, I’ll try to warn you before each chapter but some might slip through w/c: 1.5k+ A/N: it’s kinda short cause it’s the first chapter and we’re setting everything up, also pls note that I have no idea how an actual film set operates so reader is a Cast PA but I’ve made up her job a bit, pls be nice to me I hope you like it :)

Chapter One “Okay, let’s do one more run through of Hammer to Fall and then we’ll break for lunch,” you heard the call from the side of the makeshift stage. It was the first week of your new job, day four of rehearsals for Live Aid, and you already felt like you were getting your ass kicked. After a few years on the film circuit as a runner and low level AD, you had lucked out and landed a job as Cast PA on the new Queen film, Bohemian Rhapsody. Being a huge Queen fan, you had accepted the job in a heartbeat, but it being your first time working directly with the cast, you were pretty nervous. Being Cast PA meant you worked with the main talent personally, making sure they were where they needed to be when they needed to be there, acted as a liaison between them and production, and generally fulfilled any requests that they might have for the duration of the shoot. The hours were gruelling, which you were used to from previous jobs, but that, paired with the increased pressure and inexperience, had you running around frantically all hours of the day, usually trying to fix some mistake (which frustratingly often wasn’t yours). The upside was that the cast were all lovely; no divas, no assholes. You’d told them from the off that you were new to the job, and they were patient and kind, even helping you out here and there. Joe, the guy playing the bassist, was particularly sweet. He’d been on film sets for most of his life - he was the kid in Jurassic Park, you had learned much to your excitement - so was more than used to the environment. He reminded you what the abbreviations stood for when your mind went blank, and always met your eyes with a smile when he caught you looking stressed. Gwilym and Rami were lovely too - and seeing the first glimpses of his performance as Freddie blew your mind - as were Lucy, Allen when you’d met them before the principle photography started, and the whole cast. Well, almost the whole cast. It was that Ben Hardy; you knew he was going to be trouble the moment you laid eyes on him. He was far too pretty for your liking, with eyes like forrest pools, deep and warm and inviting, and plump lips that always seemed to be hiding a smirk. The first time you shook his hand you had to tear your eyes away from the rippling muscles in his arm, barely covered by a tshirt. You could tell that keeping yourself from crushing on him would be a challenge, but we all have to make sacrifices now and again. You had decided long ago that you would never jeopardise your career over a guy, so as far as you were concerned, all four of them were out of bounds. You watched the guys from the wings; it was just a rehearsal so they were all in their own clothes, no one had the hair on, and it was a little bit ropey, let’s not beat around the bush. They were each so focused on their own performances, getting every detail right, they it seemed a little isolated, disjointed. But you saw how much potential they had, and the thrill of what this project would become was most of the reason you managed the twat-o’clock-in-the-morning starts. They seemed to swell, each getting into his own performance, and you saw that they could build to become more than the sum of their parts. Rami was prancing about like he owned the stage, Gwilym concentrating so hard on getting the guitar solo right, Joe was killing it with the Deacy two-step, and Ben, shredding those drums, veins bulging, open-mouthed, wisps of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead… Let’s not get distracted now, you’re at work. “Nice work guys, that’s lunch.” After returning their props and instruments the guys came tumbling off stage towards you, and you started leading them towards the canteen. “So Y/N, what did you think? We look okay?” asked Gwilym once you were all sat down with your food. “Mhm it was great,” you mumbled, a little more interested in your spaghetti bolognese - you were starving. Rami chuckled, “You sound unenthused.” “No really, I mean obviously it needs a bit of practice but that’s what rehearsals are for right?” “Oh no please, Y/N,” Ben said with light sarcasm, “tell us what you really think.” You smiled, trying not to blush. “I guess you just don’t quite feel like a band. It’s probably just because you didn’t know each other that well yet, but that’ll get there. I could sort out some bonding time if you like?” “What, like group puzzles and trust exercises?” he scoffed. “I was thinking more along the lines of getting hammered and playing drinking games, but whatever floats your boat,” you sassed. Given that you were met with satisfied grins and nods of approval, you figured they were in.

The five of you were sat in a circle on the floor, a shot glass in front of each person and a bottle of tequila in the middle. You filled up each glass, spilling a little on the way from the pints you’d already had. “Okay, this is a ‘getting to know you’ exercise,” you said, trying to hide that you were stumbling over your words a little, “so I want personal questions. And you have to be honest! If I think you’re lying you have to take a shot, okay?” “I feel like I’m 16 again at a house party cause someone parents are out of town”, Ben sniggered. Ignoring him, you decided to kick things off. “We’ll start with a classic - never have I ever joined the mile high club.” Joe drank, much to the delight of the other guys. “What? It was with an air-hostess, she was hot. I wasn’t gonna pass up the chance to fulfil a schoolboy fantasy.” You grinned, this was going to be fun. Rami shifted excitedly and piped up, “Okay me next, me next. Never have I ever slept with someone of a different nationality to me.” Gwil drank and told the story of a summer fling with a French girl he met on a school exchange. You also drank. “I lived in Italy for a year after uni,” you explained as you refilled your glass, “and you best believe to got that Italian dick. They know what they’re doing over there.” You were vaguely aware of Ben blushing. “I didn’t know you lived in Italy, Y/N,” Gwil said. “Well then, it would appear that the game is working. And by the way, just to clarify, it’s not a requirement that the questions be sex related,” you chuckled. Gwil cleared his throat, “Never have I ever been to a gay bar.” Again you drank, and Rami too. “Gay bars are the best, they’re so much fun!” he exclaimed. “You guys are missing out.” The game continued in much the same fashion, with the majority of questions being about the bedroom. You learnt more about their sex lives than you did about anything else. It was Joe’s turn, and after some thought he said, “Never have I ever used toys in the bedroom.” You cocked an eyebrow when Ben brought his glass to his lips, as you did the same. He shrugged, “I’ve been in a relationship for a long time, you have to spice things up every now and again.” Your heart fell a little when he said he was in a relationship, long-term at that. Well anyway that settles it, you thought to yourself, you can’t fancy him, he has a girlfriend. You just hoped that your face didn’t betray your disappointment. “What’s your justification Y/N?” Joe asked. “What?” “Sex toys,” he clarified. Your face collapsed into a look of disbelief, “Do I need to justify it? They’re fun, enough said.” The guys laughed and said they’d take your word for it, to which you rolled your eyes, but you thought you noticed a hunger on Ben’s face. You couldn’t look away as he pulled his bottom lip through his teeth. You pushed the image from your mind as Gwil said,”Never have I ever smoked weed.” “What, never?!” Joe hollered in disbelief, as you all drank your shot. The more you drank the more outrageous the questions got - “never have I ever used a whip”, “never have I ever had actual sex on the beach”, “never have I ever thought about someone I know personally while masturbating”- and before long you were all plastered. At points the game got half forgotten as you all fell about into fits of giggles. In your drunkenness you kept staring at Ben, noticing the way he wet his lips, or how deep and velvety his voice was when he laughed, or how his whole face seemed to lift when he smiled widely, how it added depth to his features. He was just so pretty… But when someone said they’d never had a crush on a colleague you steadfastly refused to drink. You categorically did not have a crush on Ben Hardy. Absolutely not.

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ficstogo · 5 years

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Going to The Beach with Ben (Request)

Request: Could I get uhhhh.... Ben Hardy x Reader fic/hc where they go to the beach together? :3- Anon

Ok, a little difficult for me because I’m not that much a Ben Hardy fangirl (I’m more of Joe girl if that’s not obvious) but I gotta do this man. So hopefully you’ll like this one.

Your guys busy schedule has finally cleared up and Ben thought that he’d like to see his girl in bikini today

That and the weather was actually nice today

You guys choose a spot away from many people for obvious reasons

You guys would splash each other with water

He would grab you from behind around the waist and drag you in the water

You both would apply sunscreen on each other

Both of you getting a little handsy

Expect some faint kisses from your neck to your back while he does

“Having fun back there?”

“Love, I hope you know how much your body is a wonderland” He would raise his eyebrows while biting his lip

You only snort at the corny saying

“You gettin’ handsy there, love?”

“Not my fault that actual gods sculpted you…”

Lots of horsing around

Lying on your beach towel with each other sunbathing

Going to get some ice cream and snacks from the pier

Walking with each other holding hands by the ocean

Watching the sunset together

When it gets dark you guys pack everything in the car

You guys go have some fun at the pier

He likes picking at you when it comes to the games there

He’ll be better at you at some of them and when he whens a prize its instantly yours

“A giant pink bear the little one!”

You give him a slap to the shoulder and a laugh as you accept it

On the way back home, Ben cant help sneaking glances at you on the passanger as you passed out from the day

When you guys are at home, he picks you up bridal style and takes you inside

“Alright sleeping beauty, time to get in.”

You only snuggle into his fit figure

(P.S. I think im turning into a ben girl….)

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babemazzello · 5 years

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Ben Hardy x Reader - Stay With Me

Notes: This was 100% inspired by Joe's newest Insta post with Ben and Cardy B. Just know that I wasn't a Ben slut before that video, but he just looked SO GOOD that I couldn't help myself with this. Please excuse my grammatical errors, too.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, fingering, and a blowjob)

Words: 6.1k

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You had known Ben for a while now, going on two years. You had on and off crushes on him the entire time you had known him. But, you were still friends and you liked your friendship too much to complicate it with your feelings. So, you stayed quiet and enjoyed his company.

He would often invite you over to his place when he wasn't filming, and you would watch a movie or have dinner together. You could have sworn there were times during the movies that he wanted to drape his arm over your shoulder. It would be sitting so precariously on the back of the couch, just millimeters away from touching you. When his arm was there, you couldn't think. You couldn't focus on the movie. All you could do was try to send Jedi mind signals to him, telling him to do it. But, he never did.

Even during a couple of romantic scenes in the movies, you could feel his arm fidget behind you and you would think, This is it. He's finally going to do it. Then, the scene would end as soon as it had started and he would relax. The moment had passed, but you still sat there wanting more. You never got anything more.

So, when he invited you out for drinks on one of his stops on his BoRhap press tour, you didn't think much of it. He said he was already at the bar, as he had been out with other friends, but they had all left and he wasn't ready to go home yet. He was in London, only a small drive from where you were, and he texted you the address.

I see I wasn't even ur first choice.

You joked. Joking with him was easy and fun. You did it to cover up your feelings for him because joking was as close to flirting as you could get.

You were, but I wasn't sure if u would want to come

You were his first choice. You shook the thought from your head before answering him.

Well...u know i don't really drink right?

You asked. You didn't like to get tipsy around him for fear that you would let your feelings slip out. Plus, you missed him so badly that you had no idea what might have escaped your mouth under the influence.

i know, just haven't seen u in a while, thought we could catch up

He texted. You hadn't seen him in person since he left for the press tour about 3 months ago. You smiled and giggled at your phone, but reminded yourself it was nothing. He was your friend and he hadn't seen you in three months. He just wanted to 'catch up'. His exact words. It was nothing more. But even if it was, you knew you were too shy to make any kind of move.

Ok I'll take an uber over and be there soon

He was spontaneous like that, just inviting you to places on a whim. It wasn't like you were doing anything important when he would text you, but you found it funny every time it happened.

ill be waiting

You ordered an Uber and waited for it outside your apartment. You checked the time. 8:36. You would get over to Ben within the hour. When the Uber came, you climbed inside and put your headphones in, listening to music until you were in front of the small, Irish pub. You could see Ben in the window. Sitting by himself at a high table in the front of the place.

You thanked your driver and got out. Pulling at your shirt and pants trying to make yourself as cute as possible. You were wearing some medium gray leggings that hugged your legs in all the right ways and a semi-tight T-shirt.

You half-jogged into the pub, excited to see him. When you made your way past the threshold, Ben saw you and waved at you frantically. You exchanged big smiles as you ran up to him. His arms engulfing you in a big hug. You could feel all his muscles through his T-shirt. His warmth made you feel so relaxed, and he smelled like cigarettes and mint. You usually didn't like guys who smoked, but Ben was different. He looked hot when he smoked.

"Hi Y/N," he breathed out as you two released the hug.

"Hi," you repeated back to him. To any onlooker, it could have looked like two lovers seeing each other for the first time in a long while. But, you two knew the truth. You were just very good friends. "How have you been? How's the press tour going?" you asked as you took the only other seat at the table.

"It's been fantastic," he started. "The guys are just wonderful, I hope you get to meet them someday."

"Me too. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine," you joked. You wished you could be introduced as his 'girlfriend' instead of his 'friend'. Although, you would take what you could get.

"Good to hear," he laughed. A waitress walked up to our table. "Do you want something to drink?" he asked pointing at you. You shook your head.

"No, just a water, thanks." You put your hands up in defense. He gave you a look. The waitress was right next to our table now and looked a little confused.

"All your friends left?" she asked. She must have been referring to the friends that were here before you.

"Yeah, they did," he said flatly. "Come on, I haven't seen you in three months and you won't have one drink with me?" he said directed at you. You felt a little pang of happiness that he would choose to talk to you over the very beautiful waitress standing next to you. So, you gave in.

"One drink," you said with wide eyes and holding up one finger. Ben gave you a smirk and ordered both of you a beer.

"Just a beer darling? Nothing else?" The waitress asked Ben, completely ignoring you. "You haven't drunk anything else all night, I can't get you something stronger?" She persisted. You cocked your head at Ben and gave him a smile of unbelief.

"No, that's all. Thanks," He replied in another flat tone. He gave her a forced smile. She batted her eyelashes at him and then left. He shook his head. "She's been hitting on me all night," he said, pointing his thumb back towards her.

"You're telling me you don't like it? Not even a little bit?" You hurt yourself with you're own words. You knew he liked it when gorgeous women fell all over him, but it felt like if you ever hit on him, he would push you away and never want to see you again.

"I mean, it's nice, but I don't want her," he replied looking back over toward the bar. You were hoping he would follow that up with 'because I want you'. You looked down at your hands defeated when that didn't happen. But, thankfully Ben hadn't noticed. "I just want her to stop, she's been doing it for hours." he continued without looking at you.

"Speaking of what was happening earlier in the night, did I hear her right? You hadn't had anything to drink all night, but you're getting on me for not wanting to drink?" You asked, holding your head in your hand. You raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to respond.

"Well, I..." he was fumbling through his answer. You smiled at how cute he looked when he was flabbergasted. "I originally didn't want to drink, but then I invited you and I like drinking with you cause I feel relaxed and...I don't know, I just wanted a drink now. How did this turn into an interrogation?" he asked. You laughed at how uncomfortable he felt. You brought your hand down and hit his hand playfully. It was resting on the table close enough to hit. Or touch. Or hold. You shook the thought away silently. He looked up at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. "That's it!" he said.

"What?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

"When she comes back, hold my hand. She'll think we're together and she'll stop hitting on me," He was acting like this was a brilliant plan. Your heart beat faster at the thought of touching him. You just gave him a sweet smile. He would pretend to be your boyfriend whenever a guy was hitting on you that you wanted to stop. He would always come up next to you and snake his arm around your waist. Your heart would always flutter at his touch.

"Alright, I guess," you answered. You didn't know whether he wanted you to start now or when you saw her coming to the table. But, he answered your question without even hearing it.

"Take it, come on," He turned his hand and stretched his fingers out to let your hand intertwine with his. You slowly moved your hand over and mentally prepared yourself for what was about to happen. You gripped his fingers in your hand as his grip around yours tightened as well. Ben went back to sipping his beer as soon as your hands were intertwined, like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

You kept stealing glances over to your hands, not fully believing what was happening. You would sip your beer and talk to him some more, but you needed to see your hand holding his. The waitress came over again after a couple minutes to make sure we were alright and to flirt with Ben some more. But, as she walked over, you saw her eyes glance down to your hands and her face dropped. You smiled at her reaction. You liked being thought of as his girlfriend, even if it was just for a couple of seconds.

"Everything okay here?" she asked, blatantly staring at our hands.

"Everything is great, right love?" Ben asked you. You were stunned at his words. You almost couldn't speak. You quickly came to, though, and managed to answer him.

"Yes, everything's great," You genuinely smiled at the waitress. You started to rub your thumb over Ben's fingers to sell your act some more.

"Great," she replied fakely and she shot you an angry look that she didn't want Ben to see. When she had finally left, you let go of Ben's hand. Not wanting to seem like you were holding it too long. You took a deep breath before speaking again.

"I don't think she'll be bothering you anymore," you said.

"I don't think so either. Thank you," he responded.

"No problem," you replied. It wasn't a problem, but it also was at the same time. But, once again, you swallowed your feelings and continued to talk to your friend like nothing had happened.

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After you finished your drinks, you had stayed true to only having one drink each, you both walked outside so you could call an Uber back.

"I promise that when the tour is over we can go back to movie nights," he said as he held the door for you.

"Good, I miss those," you replied with a smile. He walked beside you until you reached the curb. There was a loud group of people walking toward you. They were very obviously drunk and wearing jerseys. You didn't think much of them and went on your phone to call an Uber. The app told you that there wasn't anyone to pick you up. "That's strange." You remarked.

"What is it?" Ben asked.

"It says there're no Ubers. I'll try again." You refreshed the app, but nothing was happening. "Huh," you said.

"Still nothing?" he asked.

"Yeah, nothing," You remarked slowly, trying to think. "Is there something happening today?" You asked. In unison, you both looked over at the group of drunk people in jerseys.

"Football game," Ben realized. "No Ubers cause they're all at the game." You rolled your eyes and sighed throwing your hands up a bit.

"Great," you said softly. "How am I gonna get home now?" you asked softly, thinking Ben couldn't hear you.

"You can stay with me," Ben suggested. You looked back at him confused.

"What?" You asked.

"I'm staying right over there," he pointed to a hotel not even a block away. "You can stay there with me tonight until you can get a ride back to your place tomorrow morning." You took a deep breath and thought about it. A night alone with Ben was something that only happened in your dreams. But, real life was not as exciting. Although, You couldn't refuse.

"Okay, if you're alright with that," You reassured.

"Of course, I'm okay with it. Come on," he said with a laugh and we crossed the street. Ben led the way up to his hotel room and you followed closely behind. Trying not to get lost in the beautiful hotel. He pulled his room key out of his pocket and opened the door, holding it for you. You walked in and made your way over to the couch. You let your purse fall to the floor and you slammed down on the not-very-comfy couch. But, it only had to make do for one night. You pushed down on the couch, checking its bounciness before laying your head down for a quick second.

"Nice room," You said looking around at the lamps and chairs.

"Oh no," he shook his head. "You're not sleeping there." He continued. You sat up at his words.

"I'll gladly take the couch," you started. "This is your room Ben, I'm not going to take over your bed." You insisted that he kept his bed. He was doing you a favor after all.

"And I'm not letting you sleep on the couch," Ben said in a louder tone. He wasn't angry; he just wanted to be heard.

"Ben, the couch is f-" You started, but he cut you off.

"Y/N," He almost yelled and then he sighed. "Let's just share the bed. End of discussion."

"I-" You were cut off again.

"End of discussion," he laughed. He shook his head with a smile as he grabbed a light gray shirt and some boxers out of his drawer. "Do you need something to sleep in?" he asked. You could have easily slept in what you had on, but you wanted to wear something of his and look good doing it.

"Just a shirt if you don't mind," You said. He walked over and handed you a soft BoRhap shirt that he must have gotten in a press package. "Thanks," you said. Ben entered the bathroom to change. You took this moment to completely geek out at what was happening. Shaking your head and arms about just to let out some of your feelings. Once you had calmed down, Ben was just about done in the bathroom.

He emerged wearing some blue striped boxers and a light gray shirt. He looked GOOD. His hair looked tousled and perfect. His eyes looked beautiful in that lighting and his arms looked perfectly ripped. You caught yourself staring. You just gave him a small smile as he got into the left side of the bed. You walked past him to the bathroom, screaming internally.

Once you had closed the door, you were freaking out, mouthing words about how good he looked and almost falling to your knees. It was torture to see him like that and not be able to do anything about it. You collected yourself and began to change. But, pulling your leggings down, you realized that you made a mistake. You should have also asked for pants because you were wearing a thong. And not just any thong, a black lace thong. Shit, you mouthed to yourself.

It was laundry day soon and this was the only underwear you had left. You hadn't expected this to happen at all. So now you had two options, own it or ask for pants. And every fiber of your being was screaming to get pants, but you didn't. The shirt came down far enough on you that it covered your butt. As long as it didn't ride up on you, you would be okay.

You left the bathroom, one hand holding down the hem of the shirt and the other holding the rest of your clothes. You walked out of the bathroom and over to the couch, hoping that Ben would be busy and not notice what you were wearing.

"What's up?" Ben laughed at your strange walk. He was laying with his arms behind his head, propped up on a pillow. Shit, you thought again. You threw your clothes down and smiled at him.

"Nothing," you said quickly. But, Ben gave you a look that you just couldn't resist. "I forgot I was wearing a thong," you laughed. You saw a different look flash across Ben's face. One you hadn't seen before. It was... lusty, you thought. But, there was no way you were right. Ben didn't think of you that way.

You walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets out. You got into bed and mentally thanked the sheets for covering your body. Ben had the TV on and was watching a movie. You weren't paying attention to what movie it was. You were too focused on staying sane while laying next to him. You felt him look over at you, but you didn't look back.

Instead, you turned away from him and laid on your side. Trying not to think about him. You felt the covers move a bit too much and you turned back to Ben. He had lifted the covers to see your panties. You swatted at the blanket in disbelief and it fell back over you.

"Lace looks good on you," he said in a sultry voice. You scoffed at him and turned away again. You were trying so hard not to jump his bones. Trying to stay sane, but it was probably the hardest thing you had ever done.

You heard Ben turn the TV off, along with the light next to him. There was only a small light lighting the room from the desk. He must have forgotten to turn that one off.

A couple seconds later, you feel a warm hand snake around your waist and softly grab onto you. You felt him lay down right behind you and you could feel his breath on your neck. He had cuddled up behind you and you could feel your heart stop. You were frozen. Did he know what he was doing? Had he already fallen asleep? Was he drunker than you thought? There were so many questions running through you're head. But, they all stopped when you spoke up.

"B-Ben?" You whispered.

"Mm-hmm?" he hummed in response. You could feel the vibration of his voice tremble through your back. Before you could stop it, a question spilled out of your mouth.

"What are you doing?" You asked. You wanted to kick yourself for asking a question that might push him away.

"I missed you," he answered in a low tone. You didn't know what to say. You felt your pulse through your whole body. It was quick and loud in your ears.

"I missed you too,...but-" you didn't know what to say next. You had hoped Ben would fill in the blank. And he did.

"I know you have feelings for me," he said. You began to fidget a little in your spot. Ben's arm held you down and close to him.

"Are you drunk?" You asked with a small giggle. You were sure he was teasing you. If he knew that you liked him, there was no way he would be into it. He was getting ready to throw you out. You prepared yourself for the worst.

"No," Ben chuckled lowly. "Not even buzzed, love." Now, you were very confused. He was awake and sober, cuddling you in bed when neither of you were wearing pants. "I know you like me," he said again.

"You said that," you assured. He cuddled closer to you. His warmth pulled the next question out of you. "Do you have any feelings for me?" You asked. You realized what you had asked. You immediately started to back out of the situation. "Nevermind, I don't want to know," You tried to get out of bed, but Ben held you down. He knew you didn't really want to leave.

"It's okay," he hummed again with a small chuckle. He kissed the nape of your neck with a light kiss, barely touching your skin. "I've had feelings for you for a while now. Just too afraid to tell you," he kept kissing your skin. Moving from your neck down your shoulder. Pulling the neckline of your shirt down so he could get better access at your shoulder. His hot lips leaving a trail down your neck. He talked between kisses. "While I was gone,...I kept thinking over...some of our movie nights...and how you wouldn't move away from me....I realized...you probably liked me...just as much as I like you." You were melting into his kisses. They felt...right. Like this was always what you two were meant to be doing.

"Mmm," you hummed at the softness of his lips.

"Been wanting to do this for so long," He chimed. With that cue, you turned so you were on your back. Ben scooted away to let you lay down. He propped himself up on his elbow and you just stared up at him. Looking at his eyes and how beautiful they were. He was such a beautiful man, and he was just kissing all over you. You brought your hand up to cup his cheek and you rubbed your thumb back and forth. The two of you just staring at each other.

Not before long, his lips came crashing down on yours. It was a needy kiss, a wanting kiss, a kiss of loving someone for 2 years and finally being able to show it. Ben's free hand held your waist, pulling you closer to him. You used your hand on his cheek to pull him as close to you as you could. Never wanting his lips to leave yours.

He shifted himself and moved until he was hovering above you, never breaking contact. His hand that was on your waist started bunching up your shirt. Grasping it in a ball in his hand. Once he reached the hemline, his hand traveled south. Past your hips until he grabbed the hem of your panties. He crooked his finger under the thin fabric and snapped it back against your skin.

You whimpered into your kiss at the sting. You felt him smile under your lips. He crooked his finger back into the fabric and pulled it down past your knees. He took his hand away for a moment. To make sure you were okay with what was happening. You broke the kiss to look at him.

"Is this happening?" you asked, already semi out of breath.

"Only if you want it to, love," he looked at you with puppy dog eyes. Soft and full.

"Yes," You nodded. "Yes, I want this so badly," You breathed pulling him in for another kiss. His hand returned to its spot before traveling down to your bud. He lightly grazed over it, testing the waters. You whimpered again at his touch. He started to rub circles into you. Slow, lazy circles trying to find the perfect spot. He moved around a little until you moaned against his lips and pulled away from his kiss just a bit. He gave you a smirk before rubbing a little faster in the same spot.

You whimpered softly and tried to control your breathing. He must have had a lot of practice with this. His hands moved like a professional. Plus, you could tell he was eager to please you. You could feel your orgasm coming on. You grasped onto Ben's hair as you kissed him, a little rougher than before. you broke away from the kiss.

"Ben, I'm close," you whispered. You wanted to let him know. Him making you cum would be a threshold you couldn't come back from. From that moment forward, your relationship would be different. Up until now, you could write it off as a drunk night in a hotel room, even if none of you were drunk.

"Cum for me, baby," he whispered into your ear. His hot breath on your face and his actions on your bud were too much to handle and you hit your high. Twitching against him and moaning softly at the feeling. You could feel his breathing get harder at your noises and movements. His hips bucked down against your thigh and you could feel how hard he was.

As you tried to catch your breath, you brought your hand down to cup his groin. The only thing separating you and the rod you had only dreamed about touching was some thin fabric. You glided your hand up and down the outline as he breathed out at your touch into the crook of your neck. He used a free hand to throw the covers off of you two to give you some more room to move around.

He was on his knees. Trying to keep himself steady under your touch. Your legs tangling with each other. But, just feeling him through some fabric wasn't enough. You brought your hand up to his hips and grabbed the waistband of his boxers. You pulled them down slowly to reveal his cock. It hit your thigh as it was freed from the confines of the fabric. Skin to skin contact made Ben let out a quick breath.

"Lay back," you whispered to him.

"Okay," he breathed. He turned over and laid on his back. You took over, looking at his beautiful cock in the process. Taking all of him in. His chest was rising and falling quickly. His eyes never left your body. Even as he laid down, he still kept a hand on you, not wanting your touch to leave him.

You crawled down near the foot on the bed and sat on your heels in between his legs. You took your panties off the rest of the way and threw them to the ground. You positioned yourself perfectly in his vision. Once you knew you had his full attention, you took off the shirt he gave you. Throwing it down on top of your panties. You could see Ben squirm and his breathing quicken a little more. You could tell he wanted to put his hands all over you, but he couldn't reach you well enough.

"Take off your shirt," you commanded. Ben did exactly as you said. Pulling it off in one quick movement and laying back down. His muscles almost glistened in the dim light. It took your breath away.

You looked down at his cock. It began to twitch at the amount of blood coursing through it. You pulled his boxers completely off. When you turned back to him, you looked like a tiger about to pounce on some prey. You ass stuck up in the air and your back arched. You dragged your hands up his thighs, teasing him some. He breathed out and you knew he needed you to touch him.

You brought your hand up and wrapped it around the base of his dick painfully slow. You used the thumb of your other hand to spread his precum out a little. He flinched at your touch. He was sensitive and you were going to exploit that. You licked the head lightly as you kept eye contact with him. He looked at you like you were the hottest girl in the world.

When you wrapped your mouth around his cock, he let out a gravelly moan. You pumped your mouth and hand at a steady pace. You could feel him wiggle underneath you from how good you made him feel. You took him as deeply as you could, almost his full length, pulling your hands away and letting your mouth do all the work.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. When you pulled back, his hand was tangling in your hair, following your movements and only pushing you a little further with some pumps. You were getting wetter by the second. His moans themselves might have been enough to put you over the edge. Every little thing about him was just as perfect as you had dreamed. But, not before long, you pulled away.

Ben had a pained look on his face. You used your hand to wipe the excess spit from your face as you crawled back up to him. Laying down next to him and giving him a passionate kiss. You knew that if you stayed down there, he might not have enough energy to fuck you. And that's exactly what you wanted him to do. Fuck you.

Ben knew what was happening. He rolled back over you. Hovering over your body and being supported on his forearms. After a couple seconds of kissing, he brought one hand down to his dick, holding the base of it. He pulled away from the kiss and tried to guide himself into you. Once you felt it press in, you let out a moan louder than you had wanted.

"Good girl, that's what I want to hear," he said as he retook his place over you. He slowly started to press in further until he bottomed out. You could feel the head pressing into your walls. Feeling his pulse through your body. He slowly started to thrust into you. Your mouth stayed open, letting out small moans and whimpers as he kept pressing into you. Your bodies moving in perfect unison with each other. His hot breath on your neck quickening turned you on even more.

He would grunt into you as he quickened his pace. Leaving small kisses on your neck between noises. Your hands were gliding up and down his back, trying to grab onto him. You could feel every crevasse of his muscles under your fingertips. You knew he worked out quite a bit, but to feel them all working in unison like this was something entirely new.

You could feel the pit in your stomach rising. You let out a couple of moans to warn Ben because you couldn't form words anymore. When you hit your second orgasm of the night, you moaned loudly again as your walls clenched against his cock. You could feel him pumping in and out harder, trying to make the most out of what was happening.

"Fuck, Ben," you sighed. A sentence and tone you never thought you would say out loud. He laughed softly into your neck.

"You feel so good, love," he whispered. "Let's see if we can make that happen again." He quickened his pace even more, pounding in and out of you. The sound of moans, heavy breathing, and slapping skin filling the room. You began to feel the bed rock under you as he kept going. You spread your legs even wider to allow him complete access to you. Your eyes crossed involuntarily as ultimate pleasure coursed through your veins.

Quickly, you hit your third orgasm. Twitching against him and your walls clenching around him once more. Once he felt that, he slowed down. His thrusts becoming sloppy and lazy. He looked like he was getting weaker, which meant he was close.

"Yes, baby," you whispered into his ear as one hand came up to grab his hair. Once he came, he moaned into your neck. His hot liquid spilling into you. He collapsed on top of you as he began to catch his breath. You didn't mind him cumming inside of you because you both knew you were on the pill. Ben pushed himself off of you a bit as he slowly slipped out of you. He didn't want to completely crush you after what just happened. You were trying to catch your breath too.

After a couple of seconds, you began peppering his faces with soft kisses. Hoping your aftercare would help him a bit. He smiled with closed eyes. His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him. He flopped onto his back and you placed your head on his chest.

Your breathing had slowed at this point and he was close to normal breathing as well. You brought your hand up and began to trace his pecs and abs with your index finger. Tracing light outlines until you or he said something. He kissed the top of your head and put his arm across your shoulders, holding you close to him.

"I bet that waitress wishes she was me right now," you joked. Looking up at him for affirmation. He chuckled and nodded. There was a small silence before Ben spoke.

"I'm glad my friends left for the football game," he spoke quietly. You thought about his words for a minute before pushing yourself up to look him in the eye.

"What did you say?" you asked raising an eyebrow at him and keeping one hand on his chest as you spoke.

"My friends went off to the football game, that's when I texted you," he explained.

"So you knew there was a football game going on," you thought about it more as he nodded his head and gave you a smirk. You put two and two together. "You knew I wouldn't be able to get a ride home," you said in disbelief.

"Yeah, I did," he confirmed with a smile.

"So, this was your plan all along. Get a couple drinks in me and then fuck me?" You didn't mean it in a mean way. You just wanted to know exactly what he was thinking.

"No, no," he said in defense. "I was never going to get you drunk. Just one drink each, and that's what happened. Just to loosen us up a bit." He explained even more.

"You think I wouldn't sleep with you if I was sober? Because I still would have," you said.

"Really?" he asked.

"Of course, god, look at you," You replied. "But, what was the plan from the bar to here? I mean, you couldn't have been 100% sure I would sleep with you." You just wanted to know.

"Honestly, I thought, the best case scenario was that we would just sleep in the same bed together. Maybe one of us would accidentally end up cuddling the other in our sleep, just like in the movies. That was the best case scenario. I never thought this would happen," You gave him a skeptical look. "Honestly," he responded. You paused for a moment.

"Was I good, at least?" You asked. Ben knew that you weren't that experienced with this type of thing.

"Good? You were fucking amazing! That was better than I ever thought it would be," he responded. You couldn't help but smile as you laid back down on his chest. "I wasn't going to force you to do anything. I just...needed a moment with you where I could tell you how I felt." You sighed against him, lifting yourself up to look at him again.

"I think you did a little more than that," you joked. He chuckled as he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I missed you so much while I was gone and it killed me that you didn't know how I felt," he explained further.

"I've liked for so long Ben, but I haven't been able to tell you either. I was too afraid that it would ruin our friendship. I liked being around you too much to risk it," you admitted. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a loving, soft kiss. You pulled away first. "I guess neither of us was smart about this, huh?" you said with a soft laugh.

"Nope," he agreed. You both chuckled. As you went in for another kiss, your hand traced over his abs, just wanting to feel every bit of him. He pulled away this time. "You know, in a couple minutes, I could probably go again," Your face lit up.

"Mmm, Christmas came early," you joked before going in for another kiss.

"But, I won't. I promise," Ben joked. You smiled into him as he put his hands on your waist. Kissing you in the dim light of the night. Two years of seemingly useless pining had finally paid off, and neither of you couldn't have been happier.

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The Girl Almighty: 1.0

Joe Mazzello and Ben Hardy

Summary: When Chandler Dunne is given the opportunity to play softball for the LSU Tigers she knew it was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. But after arriving in Louisiana she learns that giving up on playing the game which she played all her life was harder than first though. With the help of her boyfriend, Joe, and his roommate, Ben, Chandler will learn that giving up the sport she had played her entire life may not have to be reality for long. Facing challenges, heartbreak and new love, Chandler will see if she has what it’s takes to survive Death Valley alongside the boys.

Word Count: 10,108

Thank you to Claire ( @the-claire-bitch-project ) for encouraging me the past few weeks to keep trying new ideas and plots until I fell in love with one, which I managed to do with this story. She also beta read this fic and helped me through the entire editing a writing process. You should go check out some of her works also, they’re all top notch writing.

It was six fifteen on a Friday morning when Chandler’s alarm went off, Shawn Mendes’ voice filling her dorm, she had switched the song from In My Blood to Lost In Japan the night before, the switch being a welcome surprise. She knew her roommate had left already for practice herself, so she didn’t feel bad about letting the song finish playing while she sat up and stretched out her muscles. A few cracks and pops filled the dorm room while she twisted her back to either side , the sun barely peeking through the shades covering her window.

“Alexa,” she spoke, her voice still groggy, “what's the temperature right now?” She cleared her throat at the end, waiting for the device to respond.

“It is currently eighty one degrees and cloudy,” the device switched back to her morning playlist while she finished getting ready. It was six fifteen, almost an hour and a half later than she used to wake up for morning practice in high school, the adjustment wasn’t hard. It was finding the motivation to keep going to practice she considered hard.

After pulling on her sliding shorts and heart guard Chandler wiggled into her softball pants and practice shirt. She found her purple practice belt and threaded it through the loops on her pants, pulling it to the fourth hole. Opening her sock drawer she pulled out one gold and one purple sock, haphazardly pulling them up her legs, she needed to shave later, she’d have to remember.

Chandler picked up her softball bag and adjusted the straps, “Alexa send Joe a reminder to remember his team meeting at eleven thirty.”

“Sending message to Joe,” the device clicked off again while Chandler slid her feet into her slides, her cleats on top of either bat in her bag.

Leaving her air conditioned dorm in the morning had become Chandler’s biggest challenge, it already being in the high seventies or low eighties most mornings. The walk up to Skip Bertman Drive wasn’t terrible, it usually allowed for time to decompress before practice, time for Chandler to really think about what she was doing in life, why she had moved all the way to Louisiana. She started coughing when the humid and heavy air hit her lungs, the humidity mixed with the heat not being the ideal conditions for her asthma, she hoped she remembered to put her inhaler in her softball bag.

The shock of switching from training in New York for baseball to Louisiana for softball had begun to take its toll on both her body and mind. Classes had yet to start, athletes having arrived earlier than the rest of the school, but Chandler knew that once her classes did start managing her time would become even harder than it already was.

Finally reaching Tiger Park Chandler let herself in and navigated down to the locker room. She took a deep breath before pushing the door open, preparing herself for high pitch voices and rushed talking from her teammates about walking past the football team’s morning practice. She understood being able to appreciate pretty boys, but never understood the locker room talk about wanting to sleep with them. They were busy with the season starting soon, they didn’t have time to sleep around with other athletes.

Chandler offered a few waves to some of the girls she passed along with forced smiles before she set her bag down, sitting on a bench and slipping her slides off. Pulling her ankle brace out of her bag she laced it up and tied it tight before pulling her cleats on. “We’re doing fielding today girls!” Coach yelled walking into the locker room.

Thinking back to high school, she remembered how the boys would all already know what they were doing for the day, going to meet coach on the field instead of the locker room. The baseball team’s locker room was a place for fun, for the boys to get out a little bit of their pent up energy before heading to practice or a game. The boys would often chase each other around with shaving cream bottles or try and hit each other with their wife beaters, seeing who could bruise who. There were a couple of times where belts had gotten involved, some boys walking out to practice sporting large red welts.

Now all she got to listen to were the girls scrolling through different social media platforms, talking about the ‘hot’ boys they saw, or who from back home was still easy. Frankly, Chandler never saw any of that to be her business, often ignoring that type of talk when she heard about it in high school. Instead of subscribing to the typical high school drama she often hung back with her boyfriend and the remainder of the baseball team, the friends she had grown up with. She had grown up going to private school in New York, with parents that worked hard to keep her in school she was going to work hard to make sure she made them proud.

“You girls almost ready?” The head coach asked, peeking into the locker room where all the girls were finishing getting dressed for practice. Chandler quickly picked her inhaler up and of her bag, giving herself two pumps of the steroids inside to hopefully keep her airways open for the duration of practice. She traded her normal glasses in for her new LSU Oakley sunglasses and picked her bag up, following the rest of the team up to the dugout.

What had confused Chandler the most in the past two weeks was that the team didn’t stretch together before practice, her and the baseball team always took twenty minutes to stretch together, usually playing some type of memory game while they did. Their favorite had been telephone, the messages usually being incredibly distorted by the time they made it to the last person. Another favorite was playing “keep it up” with a inflated beach ball while they stretched. So far she had noticed that team bonding wasn’t as important here, they were just teammates it seemed, nothing more nothing less. “Dunne!” Chandler looked up after hearing her last name, “you played first back up north?” The head coach, Elizabeth Dieter Torina, asked her.

Chandler nodded, “yes ma’am,” she wanted to stay on the coaching staff’s good side.

“For the boys game?” Chandler inwardly groaned, ‘the boys game’. She had heard that so many times since getting to Louisiana, people calling baseball ‘the boys game’. It could just as easily be a girls game, people just weren’t open to the idea yet.

“That team was just as much mine as it was the boys,” Chandler paused, “I was captain my senior year and I earned that. With hard work.” The dugout went silent and Chandler wanted to kick herself, she was a freshman, she didn’t have the authority to be talking back to coaches.

The assistant coach, Howard Dobson, looked at Chandler and nodded, “if you played the boys game you should have a strong arm, try first today Dunne.” Chandler felt her cheeks heat up slightly while she reached into her bag to pick her glove up. She listened to the coaches give the rest of the field assignments out before she stepped out on to the freshly cut grass along the baseline, the spikes of her cleats digging into the dirt near first base.

The girls who weren’t fielding were given bases to stand on, acting as runners to aid in the girls drills. Initially, the coaches put a runner on second, one standing behind home waiting to run after the first ball was hit. Chandler squinted behind her glasses, holding up her middle and pointer finger against her leg out of instinct, runner symbols her baseball team had used.

She watched Howard throw a ball up in the air before hitting it, the ball flying straight up in her direction, “My ball!” Chandler held her left hand up in the air calling everyone off the ball. After feeling it smack into the glove on her right hand with a slight sting she quickly wrapped her fingers around the ball making sure the runner on second had stayed put.

The softball felt wrong in her hand, much larger than a baseball was in her palm, it was uncomfortable. She threw it back to Ali who stood on the pitcher's mound. After hearing the ball smack into the sophomore’s glove she winced, she didn’t have to throw as hard, right. The majority of practice went smoothly, Chandler gaining more control of her arm, learning how to better control the large yellow ball.

“Last one!” The student coach called from along the third base line. Chandler again squinted behind her sunglasses, struggling to see in the glare. She managed to keep her eyes on Howard, watching as he hit a line drive straight in her direction. With no need to call anyone else off the ball Chandler stepped back to give herself an extra second to properly line herself up with the ball. She was about to take one more step back when her right cleat dig into a soft spot on the edge of the outfield. After feeling the ball smack into her mitt Chandler lost her footing in the soft spot, her ankle twisting as she fell.

From the ground, ignoring the pain in her ankle she pulled her arm back, launching the ball towards third base where they were trying to land a double play. Once the ball had left her hand Chandler laid back in the grass, her eyes watching as clouds rolled by, white and fluffy. “Dunne?” She heard one of the coaches ask.

Sitting up again Chandler held her left thumb up, “I’m good!” She called pushing herself back up on to her feet. Ignoring the pain that shot up her leg Chandler carefully made her way to the pitcher's mound where the rest of the team was meeting. She listened to the critiques and tried to take them in, but she wanted to get to the physical therapist to get her ankle wrapped, hoping they weren’t too busy with the football team to squeeze her in.

Once she packed up and refilled her water bottle Chandler pulled her phone out of her locker, seeing a few texts from her boyfriend that she would answer once she reached the physical therapists office. Not bothering to take off her cleats, wanting the extra support on her ankle she picked up her slides and slowly climbed the stairs back outside into the heavy, humid air that had just peaked at ninety three degrees.

She probably could have asked for a ride to the office, but knew that most of the girls showered in the locker room after practice. Chandler had decided that she was going to be as little of a burden to her teammates as possible, and if it meant walking a little ways on a twisted ankle she wouldn’t complain.

Once reaching the office, Chandler greeted the student who worked at the front desk. His name was Gwilym and he was on the cross country team but was currently recovering from a stress fracture in his ankle. “Morning Chan!” He greeted her with a warm smile. “You had practice?” Chandler rolled her eyes knowing she looked like she just had practice.

Her purple practice shirt had sweat stains under her arms as well as down her back, her hair a sweaty matted mess on top of her head, dirt probably sticking to her scalp. Her pants and socks were covers in dirt as well, and she knew she smelled like sweat and sunscreen, Water Babies, the brand she had liked the best since she was little.

“Yeah,” she wiped her forehead off with the back of her hand, “had a nasty fall. Is Derek here?” Chandler was looking for the baseball team’s physical therapist, she had been going to see him since she had gotten here two weeks earlier. He knew her body better than the softball team’s physical therapist did.

Gwil clicked around on the computer in front of him before he nodded, “he’s here. He’s in the back with Maci, helping loosen up a couple of the soccer players. They have a scrimmage later.”

Chandler knew plenty about the soccer team’s schedule, Joe’s roommate was on the team. “Joe and I are going,” she responded, “you gonna come?”

“Nah,” Gwil shook his head, “I’m going to practice later, I’m trying to ease myself back in.” Chandler felt her smile grow, from her stops in and out of the office she knew Gwil was working hard to get back to running.

“Good luck!” She offered him a high five but quickly rethought the idea knowing she was covered in dirt. “I’ll stop by tomorrow to see how it goes!”

Chandler waved goodbye before slipping through the glass doors back into the physical therapist’s offices. She peeked into a couple rooms, seeing them empty she hoped that the third time would be the charm because she didn’t want to walk much further without having her ankle wrapped. In the third room she noticed Maci’s purple dyed hair, for football season, and knocked on the door. “Derek?” She asked through the cracked door.

Derek, a taller man in his early thirties, came and pulled the door open, revealing the room to Chandler. Maci was stretching one of the the soccer players out on a bed while the other was empty, the three individuals who were in the room turning to face Chandler when she walked in.

“Dunne!” A British accent said happily from the bed, Joe’s roommate holding his hand out for a fist bump.

“What’s up, Hardy?” She asked sitting on the empty bed. “Excited for later?” Ben Hardy was a freshman on the soccer team. He moved from England to play for the LSU men’s soccer team and had enjoyed it thus far.

Chandler watched Ben clench his jaw as his right leg fell back down on to the table. “Of course!” He squeezed his eyes shut when Maci pushed his left leg up. “Never been more excited!”

“What’s the issue today, Chan?” Derek asked as she laid out on the open bed.

“Right ankle,” she gritted her teeth when Derek moved to start untying her cleat, “I got it stuck in the lip between the grass and infield.” She closed her eyes and folded her thumb into her palm, squeezing it to try and distract herself from her ankle being jostled around. “They do an awful job grading the fields here.”

Chandler heard her cleat drop on the floor next to her. “I’m just gonna take your sock off too,” Derek told her as he rolled her pants up slightly to get access to the top of her sock.

“Joe know?” Chandler opened her eyes when Ben spoke again. She turned her head to see him looking at her. She quickly smiled, shaking her head against the bed.

“You know I don’t want him worrying,” Chandler folded her right arm under her head to prop it up so she could better see Ben, not caring if her sweat stains were on display.

“You, holy shit-” Ben was cut off when his hip made a sickening pop sound as Maci gave it a particularly hard push, “don’t want him worrying but you also don’t tell him what’s going on for him to even worry!” It went quiet for a couple of minutes while Maci finished stretching Ben out, him not being able to form words through the last couple of stretches.

“All good Ben, good luck tonight!” Maci excused herself to go help the football team at their practice. Once Ben had sat up he kept his eyes focused on Chandler who was looking straight up at the ceiling.

Ben reached down and pulled a piece of gum out of his bag that sat on the floor, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth before throwing the wrapper at Chandler. “Back to you,” he swung his legs slightly as he spoke. “You realize that if you don’t tell him I will right?”

“Alright, Hardy,” she felt Derek run his fingers down her leg, his touch becoming lighter as he neared her ankle, “right there!” Chandler spoke when he pressed on a particularly sensitive spot on the inside of her ankle. “And then when I tell him I’m fine who’s the one he’s gonna believe?” Chandler knew that she had Ben there.

“His limping girlfriend?” Ben was quick to respond. Chandler pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, not knowing what to say, “exactly.”

“Why don't you go shower then I’ll wrap this up on clean skin?” Derek told Chandler, not afraid to interrupt a conversation between two kids. She nodded, sitting up and putting both of her feet down on the floor, wincing when her right ankle had a tiny bit of pressure on it.

Ben sympathetically smiled at Chandler, standing up and walking over to her. He pulled her bats out of her softball bag and set them on the floor before slinging it over his shoulder. “Let’s go, Dunne.” Ben held his arm out for her to balance on, fully intending on helping her down the hall to the showers.

Knowing she couldn’t fight Ben on the issue, and knowing she wouldn’t get far on her own, Chandler wrapped her arm around Ben’s body leaning on him for support. “I’ll tell Joe when I get back to your dorm later,” she grumbled as the pair exited the room.

Once she had showered and tied her hair into a messy knot on the back of her head Chandler wobbled back to the room she was in earlier. Derek was sitting on the table Ben was laying on earlier, scrolling through his phone, supplies that would be used to wrap her ankle sitting next to him. “You’re clean? Don’t smell awful now?”

Chandler plopped down next to Derek on the bed, “I would hope I smell better,” she noticed the inside of her ankle was starting to bruise, “and I hope this is only sprained.”

Derek moved to the rolling chair in front of Chandler and set her heel down on his leg, “I’m going to splint it for a couple days.” Chandler groaned not wanting to be that restricted for a number of days. “Oh relax,” Derek held the splint around chandlers ankle, “hold the top.” She did as she was told, holding the tops of the splint to her leg while Derek started wrapping the ace bandage around it.

“How long am I out for?” She asked, watching as Derek wrapped a layer of purple medical wrap around the ace bandage to keep it secured. “Can I have a gold stripe up top?”

“A week,” Derek shrugged as he did the gold stripe Chandler asked for, “come see me tomorrow morning again.” He pulled his gloves off and started cleaning up. “If it’s more bruised I’ll want to take x-rays.”

“X-rays are a no no, Derek,” Chandler carefully hopped off the table, landing on her left foot. “I’ll be back tomorrow though, I don’t have practice.” She stuck her bats back into the pockets on her bag before fishing out her light blue crocs, carefully slipping her right foot into the correct one. Throughout high school she had accidently worn Joe’s a number of times, the two having the same colored pair, and today she kind of wished she had the bigger size.

Once making it out to the front office again Chandler noticed that Gwil was switching shifts with the girl who had just entered behind the desk. “Chandler,” Gwil called her name, causing her to stop and turn around to face him, “you know I have one of the golf carts I use to get here and back to my dorm right?”

Chandler nodded, she had heard him talking about it the first time she entered the PT office nearly three weeks ago, “yeah-” she trailed off confused why he was asking. “I’ll give you a lift back to your dorm? Or, it’s Joe right? Your boyfriend.”

Chandler smiled at the mention of her boyfriend, “it’s Joe, yeah. Also, only if it’s not too far out of your way. We both live in Annie Boyd,” they had gotten lucky with their living situation. Joe and Chandler were both placed in suite style residence halls for their freshman year, along with most other freshmen athletes.

“Not out of my way at all,” Gwil picked his backpack up and pulled the golf cart keys out of the side pocket, “ready?”

Joe was sitting on his bed, watching an episode of The Walking Dead when he heard the lock on his and Ben’s half of the suite click open. His roomate came strolling in, his sunglasses on top of his head and a smile on his face. “You better be talking to Chandler when she gets here.”

Joe allowed the episode play for a couple more seconds before pausing it, turning to face Ben, “what are you on about, Hardy?” Joe had started calling Ben by his last name since Chandler had been around so much.

Ben started digging through his dresser trying to find the socks he needed for his scrimmage later, “ask her how her ankle feels, I ran into her while I was getting stretched out.” Joe sighed and turned back to his laptop, pressing the play button. Joe had known Chandler was a drama queen since they were five and played tee ball together, but Ben’s attitude could rival hers, putting the two together was almost too much some days.

The roommates fell into silence after that, but Ben came and sat next to Joe on his bed, watching whatever episode Joe was up to. Ben had been determined to catch his roommate up on the show before the new season came out in October. Five minutes into the next episode there was a sharp knock on the door.

“It’s probably, Chan,” Joe mumbled pausing the episode as Ben stood up to answer the door.

“Dunne! Long time no see!” Ben laughed while he closed the door behind Chandler who rolled her eyes, hobbling over to Joe’s bed and plopping down.

“What’d you do now?” Chandler had always been clumsy, so seeing her ankle wrapped up was nothing of alarm to Joe.

Chandler closed her eyes, resting her head in Joe’s lap so he could play with her hair, “I fell.” a happy sigh slipped past her lips when he started massaging her scalp with his fingers, his show now forgotten. “They did an awful job on the field, the lip to the outfield wasn’t even with the infield dirt and I tripped. Twisted my ankle funny.”

“When’d you shower?” Joe knew that Chandler refused to shower in the team locker room and he didn’t think she’d go all the way back to her dorm before going to the physical therapist.

“At the PT office. Ben helped me get down to the showers,” she offered him and air high five across the bed.

Ben poked Chalnder’s crocs, “want these off?” She nodded and opened her eyes to watch Ben pulling her left croc off before he carefully slipped her right foot out. “Hang on,” he climbed off of Joe’s bed and walked over to his own to pick up a throw pillow. He came back over to Chandler and lifted her leg up, setting it back down on the pillow.

“Thanks, Hardy.” She smiled.

Joe closed his laptop and looked down at Chandler, moving stray hands of hair out of her face, “really, Tiger?” he hummed looking down at her ankle. “You didn’t think to call me?” His eyebrows knit together.

Chandler sighed and reached up, running her thumb down the crease trying to get him to relax, “you know I don’t like worrying you,” she let her thumb swipe under his bottom lip. “Besides, I’m off for a week now. I can come watch baseball practice!” Joe sighed, knowing that Chandler wouldn’t be happy with the answer he gave her.

“Coach-” Joe was struggling to find the words, “coach said it’s closed practice, Chan. He doesn't want non-players distracting us and-”

Chander lifted a finger and cut him off, “but I’m not a non-player, there’s the catch.”

“Chandler,” this had been going on for two weeks now, “you are a non-player. You play softball not baseball.” Joe cringed even saying the words, he knew how upset it would make chandler.

“But-”

“I know,” Joe let his hand come to a rest on the top of her head, “you played for most of your life and now you’re stuck playing softball. It sucks, trust me I miss having you next to me. But c’mon, Tiger,” Joe ran his finger down Chandler’s nose. “We can still make the best of it!”

Her eyes opened again, looking up at Joe slightly watery, “you can make the best of it, Joe. You’re not the one stuck playing a sport you have no idea how to play!” Joe watched as a few tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes. “I can’t even get control of the ball! I still throw it too hard without realizing, I literally hurt people every time I throw them the ball!” He reached down and wiped the tears away from her temples. He wanted to help her, he truly did, but he didn’t know how to.

Joe looked over to Ben who was awkwardly getting his soccer bag packed, “I gotta go guys,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to make it a big deal. “I’ll see you at the scrimmage.”

Chandler offered a teary eyed, yet genuine smile to Ben, “We’ll be front row,” the door opened and closed, leaving Joe and Chandler alone.

Joe let his hand card through Chandler’s soft amber brown hair, his fingers scratching gently at her scalp again, not quite sure what to say to fix it. “Remember how hard it was in high school?” He asked her after a couple minutes. “Meeting after meeting every year to get you on the team, but we did it, and it got you here.”

“At what cost?” Chandler looked up, “to be miserable for the next four years?” Playing baseball in high school had been hard work, lots of hard work to get on the school team and then even more hard work to stay on for all four years. It was possible though, playing college baseball as a girl seemed impossible. Chandler and her coach worked for the better part of a year trying to contact college baseball coaches who would let her try out for their teams, let her clinic with their teams. Her stats were outstanding, better than most boys on the team, and she had made it to the state championship tournament with the team twice, winning once.

Chandler knew it wasn’t her record that prevented her from playing, or her stats, it was the fact that she was a girl and girls dont play Division I college baseball, girls don’t have Major League potential. “You won’t be miserable for four years, Chandler,” Joe didn’t know what else to say. “You just have to get a grip on the sport.” He knew that wasn’t the right answer when he saw Chandler’s nose scrunch up, her head shaking.

“I’m here because I’m supposed to know how to play already. I’m not supposed to be ‘getting a grip’” she put air quotes around the words, “on a sport. My scholarship was due to my ‘outstanding talent and ability’. I didn’t get it to learn,” her eyes opened looking up at Joe again.

“I know, Tiger,” Joe shifted so he was laying back on his bed. He tucked Chandler into his side, her head resting on his chest while he tried to focus on her steady breathing, his fingers continuing to gently twist and pull at the ends of her hair. “I have an idea,” Joe spoke up after a few minutes.

Chander opened her eyes and looked up at Joe, her nose close to brushing along the underside of his chin. “A classic Joseph Mazzello idea, let me hear it,” she smiled at the end knowing that teasing Joe tended to lighten the mood.

“So,” Joe sat up again, propping Chandler up on his pillows so she was comfortable. “What if I tried,” he waved his hands making sure Chandler didn’t cut him off, “just tried to see if you could come watch practices. I could tell coach about your record and skills! He’ll be impressed!”

Joe-”

“You can help with the books and then eventually you’ll-” Chandler reached a hand out and put her finger of Joe’s lips cutting his ramble off. She often described him as a puppy to their friends back home, easily excitable, incredibly loyal and also always hungry.

“You’re a freshman, Bubba,” Chandler moved her hand to rest on his knee. “As much as I love the idea, you’re still a freshman.” She saw Joe’s face drop and immediately felt guilty. “Maybe next year I can come watch practice, yeah? You’ll have a little more authority.” Joe huffed and his shoulders dropped in defeat.

Joe’s hand settled on Chandler’s left calf, gently massaging the muscle as he thought, “remember how easy it was in high school after you had authority.” Once the pair had reached senior year they were known as a ‘dynamic duo’ on and off the field. They had been playing baseball together since they were five, league, school and travel, and the summer before senior year a ‘no strings attached’ exploration of different aspects of relationships turned into the pair dating, falling in love with each other.

“I do,” Chandler laughed, “remember when Sophia Burke tried to call me easy because I was still on the team?”

Joe laughed remembering the rest of the story as well, “and then you told her ‘imagine making playoffs,’ because the softball team never goes-”

“And then I had to add the ‘oh wait imagine making the team,’ because she tried out all four years and never made it.” The pair fell into a fit of laughter.

“You Chandler Dunne, are an awful person,” Joe spoke, loving the large smile that now graced Chandler’s face. She shrugged and nodded, not denying the statement before she reached up to poke Joe’s cheek. “What do you want?” Joe mock whined at her.

Chandler tried to wrap her arms around Joe’s neck but the angle made it awkward, “a kiss!” Joe rolled his eyes and carefully moved the pillow that her leg was resting on, keeping it out of the way and allowing him plenty of room to settle his body between her legs. “I said a kiss, Mazzello!” Tatum laughed once Joe had gotten comfortable, his chin resting on her chest right above her boobs.

Joe lifted his head up to peck her lips quickly before setting his head back down on her chest, closing his eyes. “You got your kiss, wake me up when we have to leave for Ben’s scrimmage.”

If her leg wasn’t killing her right now Chandler would have rolled above joe, playfully pinning his hands above his head so she could lean down and kiss him properly. However, now she didn’t have much of a choice but to ask him to kiss her ‘for real’. “Joe,” she whined again hoping to get his attention.

He looked up at her, an eyebrow raised and a small smirk on his lips. “Yes?” He knew exactly what Chandler wanted, but he wasn’t going to cave that easy. “Is there something specific you want?” He pressed the issue further. Chandler nodded with a small ‘mmhum’, nothing more though.

“You gotta tell me what you want, Tiger.” Joe braced himself on his forearms, one arm on either side of Chandler. Their faces were even, Joe’s nose barely missing hers each time he even slightly moved his head.

Chandler closed her eyes and sighed, when they opened again Joe was met with a shade of light blue he had fallen in love with over a year ago. “Kiss me,” Chandler mumbled, she didn’t like asking for things, she never did. “Please?”

“Well,” Joe dragged the ‘l’ out much longer than he needed to, “when you ask so nicely how can I say no?” Chandler smiled as Joe leaned down, brushing his lips gently against hers a couple of times, letting her chase his lips before he pressed his lips firmly to hers. Joe felt Chandler smile into the kiss, one of her hand’s finding its way to the back of his neck, the other sliding under his shirt and up his stomach. Joe shuttered as goosebumps appeared over his skin, Chandler using her teeth to pull gently on his bottom lip.

The sensation of her fingers gently pulling at the baby hair near the nape of his neck, along with her cold hand exploring the warm skin of his stomach was almost too much to handle. He let more of his body weight rest on Chandler when he momentarily broke the kiss. Her eyes opened, pupils blown wide, hardly any of her iris visible, her lips slightly swollen from their kissing. A whine bubbled in the back of her throat, telling Joe she didn’t want him to stop.

“Ah ah ah,” Joe saw that Chandler was trying to sit up and shifted his weight so he could gently push her back into the mattress, “be good, Tiger.” Just as Joe was about to lean down to kiss her again the door opened, Ben walking back in.

He turned a bright shade of red after seeing Joe resting between Chandler’s legs, “sorry!” he practically squeaked out. “I just forgot my shin guards!” Ben grabbed the pair of purple and gold shin guards off his bed and shoved them in his bag. He had the door open and was about to leave but turned around and faced the couple again, “get em’ Tiger.” He winked once before closing the door again leaving the couple alone.

Joe’s face fell into the crook of Chandler’s neck, both laughing about what had just happened. “Well,” Chandler sighed, “at least we weren’t having sex. Right?”

“We could be,” Joe wiggled his eyebrows earning a pinch on the nipple from Chandler. “Ow!”

An hour and a half later Chandler was pulling on her ‘Tiger’s Soccer’ shirt that Ben had gotten her earlier in the week, Joe fixing his baseball cap on his head.

“What’s with the backwards thing?” She asked him through the mirror.

Joe lifted it off his head again, trying to matt down more of his hair, “it’s the style.” He sighed pulling the cap back on, hopefully for the final time. “All the boys on the team wear it like that!”

Chandler nodded, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail, tying purple and gold ribbon around the rubberband, making sure the ends were still perfectly curled. “You’re growing up,” she wiped a fake tear away, remembering how throughout the duration of high school Joe refused to wear it backwards.

Chandler was putting on a coat of mascara when Joe stepped up behind her, resting his hands on her hips, “we’re both growing up,” he placed a kiss on the side of her neck. “Need me to find those face tattoos you ordered?” He asked through the mirror. After pulling the mascara brush away from her eyes Chandler blinked a couple times before responding.

“They’re in my base-” Chandler stopped herself, “softball bag.” She nodded towards where it was on the floor, “front pocket.” Joe picked the bag up and unzipped the front pocket, sifting through the tampons that were also thrown in there to find the package of face tattoos. After finding them he opened the package and looked at the face stickers, they depicted the eye of the tiger in a fleur de lis.

Joe peeled one off and looked at it on the tip of his thumb, “these are cute.” Chandler finished putting on her mascara and laughed lightly, watching as Joe was not quite sure what to do with the sticker now that it was off the sheet.

“Here,” Chandler took it off the tip of his thumb with her left hand and gently gripped Joe’s chin between her right thumb and pointer finger, “stay still.” Carefully she placed it under the corner of his right eye, the same place she would be putting hers. “Perfect,” she leaned in and pecked his lips before pulling away, “now we’ll match.”

While Chandler stuck a matching sticker under her right eye Joe went out into the hallway to refill both of their water bottles with the filtered fountain. His was gold and hers was purple, something that his parents had gotten for the two of them before they left as part of a set. “And how do you plan on getting to the soccer field?” Joe asked looking down at her wrapped ankle.

“I can walk!” Chandler knew Joe had a pair of crutches he had brought with him, advice from his father, she just didn’t intend on using them. Joe watched to see if she was putting any weight on the ankle and Chandler confidently tried to set her foot flat on the ground, wincing when she did. “Fine. You win.” Chandler caved watching Joe walk over to the closet pulling the crutches he had once used out.

He carefully adjusted the height before handing them to her, watching as she tucked them under her arm while he shoved their water bottles and a couple of snacks into his backpack, slipping his arms through the straps. “You ready?” He asked Chandler who was making sure she had her balance on the crutches, she hadn’t used them in years.

“I’m ready if you are, Bubba.” With a large smile Joe held the door open for Chandler who crutched her way out the door and towards the elevator. Once outside Chandler realized that the humidity had died down and a cool breeze mad the small amount that was left over bearable. “What’s the temperature?” She asked Joe, who was scrolling through his phone while he walked next to her.

“Eighty-two,” he mumbled before locking his phone, sliding it into the pocket on his baseball shorts. “It’s still kind of buggy,” he slapped his arm, squashing a mosquito that had landed on it. “I’ll get the bug bands out once we get to the Stadium.” Chandler simply nodded, crutching along the path to the stadium which she had looked up earlier, she was still getting comfortable navigating campus.

It fell silent between the couple until they reached the entrance to the LSU Soccer Stadium, a small crowd gathered outside. Joe pulled his phone out of his pocket again before looking through texts for a minute, “you okay sitting with the boys?” He wanted to make sure that Chandler was okay sitting with the baseball team.

“Fine by me, just gotta find where they’re sitting,” She paused, leaning more of her weight on to the crutches rather than her right leg.

Joe nodded, reading through the text from his teammates once more before pocketing his phone again. “I think I know where I’m going.” Carefully, Joe tried to clear a path through the stadium for Chandler, to make sure she didn’t trip. Navigating their way towards the front two rows of seats Joe saw his teammates sitting together, a few others also had their girlfriends.

When an older man stopped right in front Chandler, who he clearly saw trying to maneuver the crowd on her crutches, Joe stepped in and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Excuse us,” he made sure to glare at the gray haired man when he said the words.

“Joe,” Chandler sighed once they reached the steps to get down to the front row of seats, “I’m able to move around, no reason to helicopter me.” D espite saying that, Chandler knew Joe was walking close behind her, ready to reach out and help her to stay stay if it was needed. She had broken plenty of bones and sprained plenty of appendages in her eighteen years of being alive, a good chunk of those injuries happening while she was close with Joe. Even when they were little he was overly protective of her.

She remembered breaking her arm in eighth grade, during the first day of the summer baseball season, the night before finals started. She had been sliding into third base when the third baseman from the other team stepped on her wrist, breaking both her radius and ulna. She had left the game early, tears in her eyes while her concerned teammates watched on from the dugout. Once she returned home that night from urgent care Joe was at her house with ice cream and a few extra pillows, ready to help her finish studying for their Algebra Regents the next day.

That entire summer she had showed up to every game in her jersey and a pair of jean shorts, cleats laced up tight on her feet. She couldn’t do much more than get the bats between players and keep track of the book, but she still wanted to stay close and supportive of her team. She smiled at the memory while she carefully made her way down the steep steps of the stadium, being sure not to lose her footing and really break something.

After the couple had reached the front row Joe made his way in front of Chandler, walking over to his teammates with a large smile, “Mazz!” One of the boys yelled, standing up and ‘bro-hugging” Joe, sitting back down while a few other teammates did the same.

“This the girlfriend we hear so much about?” A ginger asked pointing to Chandler who was awkwardly standing behind Joe, rocking back and forth on the crutches. At the mention of ‘the girlfriend’, Chandler couldn’t help but smile, knowing Joe talked about her to his teammates made a part of her heart fill with pride. Chandler also realized she didn’t actually know if any of the softball players had boyfriends, it hadn’t come up in locker room talk, and she wasn’t going to initiate the conversation that could give her the answer.

“Yes,” Joe sat down, patting the seat next to him, “that’s Chandler.” After she had set the crutched down, Chandler smiled and waved at Joe’s teammates and their girlfriends.

She saw a couple of the boys look between her and Joe before one with blond hair decided to speak up, “you’re the one who played baseball with him throughout high school?” He asked.

Chandler’s eyes widened as she looked to Joe who offered her a shrug, had he told the boys she was disappointed to be playing softball? She hoped not, she didn’t want to seem ungrateful, because she was playing softball for a Division I team. “That’s me,” she responded with a nod, “it was an amazing experience.”

“Finn, and Brian,” Joe leaned over to Chandler pointing to the two boys who had spoken to her so far. She took the opportunity to commit their faces to memory before nodding.

“Heard you play softball now,” Finn added to the conversation, “it’s a shame they stuck you there, sounds like you’re some real talent on the field.” Chandler raised her eyebrow, looking at Joe knowing he must have talked about her quite a bit to know the extent of her talents. The conversation about Chandler playing baseball ended there, one of the girlfriends instead asking what happened to her ankle.

Chandler looked down to her ankle before answering, “sprained it at practice today, the field wasn’t graded too well.” Satisfied with the answer the brunette turned back to her boyfriend and kept speaking to him as both soccer teams made their way out of the locker rooms. The Tigers were playing the Liberty University Eagles for their first scrimmage, the team from Virgina looking much less comfortable in the Louisiana heat than the LSU boys.

“Ben said he’s-” but Chandler cut herself off, seeing Joe talking with his teammates. She didn’t want to interrupt. Instead she turned back to the field watching as both teams took their places on the field. As Ben had informed her earlier in the day he was starting in the Center Midfield position, the coaches wanting to try some freshmen out in key positions for the first scrimmage. She didn’t know much about soccer, not caring for the sport in high school, but she would make an effort to better understand it for Ben. He was one of her friends now. However, Chandler felt oddly out of place just sitting and watching both teams run around the large soccer field. Joe had easily settled into conversation with his teammates, something she would have joined in on in high school. She wasn’t able to settle into the softball team’s dynamic, not having been in that environment her entire life until now, and she didn’t want to intrude on Joe’s relationship with his teammates. So, instead she started playing with the shoulder rest on her crutches, lifting the edge of the foam before letting it snap back down.

Eventually she found her eyes following Ben as he ran up and down the field, his muscled legs easily and gracefully carrying his boy the long distances. He made it seem effortless, the way he side shuffled along the foul line when the ball was further away from him, the way he was able to dribble the ball around the other team’s players, keeping it in his team’s possession. Every few minutes he would smooth back his sweaty curls, keeping them out of his face while he played, it was intriguing. While Chandler was covered in a layer of sweat after practice every day, drops running down her back and face, Ben seemed to be sweating a profuse amount. He must have hydrated a ton before the game with the amount of fluids his body had lost in the first quarter of the game.

While Chandler was focused on the game, she realized that Joe had yet to turn away from his conversation with his team. Although his hand rested on her knee, Chandler knew he wasn’t focused on her or the game playing out in front of her, not until the buzzer ending the first quarter went off.

“First quarter is done already?” He asked briefly looking at the scoreboard, “and we’re up by a goal! You okay?” He looked at Chandler.

She nodded, “yeah,” she said shortly. Joe sighed realizing that Chandler felt out of place, he could read her body language.

“Talk to the boys,” Joe whispered in her ear, his hand moving further up her leg, “they’ll love you.” With a small sigh she turned herself to face Joe’s teammates, a smile finding its way on to her face so she seemed interested in what was being said. Instead of speaking, Chandler listened to the conversations the boys were having, picked up on the nicknames they all already had established for each other. It was the type of relationship her team in high school had, their conversations never seemed to flatter and they fostered relationships with each other on and off the field.

With the softball team Chandler had yet to feel comfortable, had yet to be included. It was something she had missed, the family like bonds that she had formed on her old team.

Despite her efforts to stay engaged with the baseball team’s conversations, Chandler always felt a step behind and found herself becoming focused on the soccer game again. Her eyes never leaving Ben, focused on how he made soccer seem graceful, and for the first time ever she was interested in the game. She hissed when Ben went to slide tackle the ball, coming up from the ground with his sock and shorts grass stained, a large scratch obvius on his lower thigh. She would remind him later to properly clean it, make sure it healed and didn’t get infected.

Once the buzzer went off signaling the end of the scrimmage, Chandler watched both teams line up to shake hands before they parted ways, going to pack their bags up. The Tigers had won by two goals but would again face the Eagles in the regular season, when it really mattered. Chandler poked Joe, trying to get his attention to see if they could leave before the crowd of people watching the game swarmed the staircases. “Joe?” He turned away from the boys with a humm in question, asking what she wanted.

“Can we go?” She didn’t want to be rude, but she also wanted to be able to maneuver her way out of the stadium without too much worry of tripping.

Joe nodded, picking up their empty water bottles and placing them in his backpack. “We’re going to get going, gotta get the cripple here back to my dorm.” He pointed to Chandler with a playful smile. “Practice tomorrow night?”

“Four thirty!” One of the boys responded. After a number of goodbye ‘bro-hugs’ and a few handshakes Joe was walking back up the stairs behind Chandler, making sure she didn’t lose her balance and fall backwards. The air had cooled since the game started, and once outside the stadium the couple began walking along the sidewalk in a comfortable silence.

Chandler found her mind wandering back to how Ben had looked playing soccer. The muscles in his legs rippling when he ran, looking so strong, but carrying him so gracefully. The way the sweat dripped down his forehead and face, the way his fingers carded through his sweaty curls. He was truly breathtaking, and Chandler couldn’t wrap her head around why. She was in love with Joe, she was with Joe. She shouldn’t be thinking about Ben the way she was; he was her boyfriend’s roommate for fucks sake.

After a couple moments Joe moved closer to Chandler, realizing that she was uncharacteristically quiet the entire night. “You okay, Tiger?”

He carefully bumped her shoulder with his, earning a smile out of his girlfriend, “I want to go home, Joe.” she rushed out all at once. Joe felt himself stop in his tracks, she wanted- she wanted to go home? “I can’t keep doing this.” She shook her head. “I’ll go back home, do community college, I’m miserable here.”

“Chandler-” he wasn’t quite sure what to say to make her feel better. He knew that she was disappointed that she couldn’t play baseball, but he didn’t know it was an issue worth going home over. Besides, she had managed to secure a full scholarship for one of the most prestigious softball teams in the country, it wasn’t all bad.

She continued crutching down the pathway, their dorm building now in sight, “it’s fine Joe, don’t worry.” Not another word was spoken between the couple until they reached the door to Joe’s dorm. “That’s cute,” Chandler pointed to the sign on the door. It was a chalkboard name plate with a baseball and soccer ball drawn on it, Ben and Joe’s name inside either ball.

“Oh,” Joe scratched the back of his neck, “we were bored last night, decided to make something little for the door.” Ben and Joe had run out of ideas on how to organize their dorm the night before around eleven. Ben digging the sign and chalk markers out of one of his totes, the two boys sitting down to decorate it before hanging it outside their room with a command strip on the door.

Chandler rested her crutches on the wall next to Joe’s dorm before hopping over to his ben on her good foot, flopping back on the mattress and closing her eyes. “I need to rinse off in the shower fast,” she mumbled after realizing that sweat had her shirt clinging to her body. Joe knew she had never liked to sleep when sweaty, she never seemed able to get comfortable, tossing and turning until she got up to take a fast shower.

“I can help,” Joe was digging through his drawers trying to find clean boxers and baseball shorts, “Ben’s probably going to shower in the locker room and the other two boys in the suite don’t get here until next week. We have the room to ourselves.”

Joe watched Chandler untie the ribbons from her hair, shoving them into her softball bag haphazardly. She opened another pocket and pulled a pair of under armour running shorts, clean panties and a sports bra out. “If you don’t mind helping I won’t complain.”

Joe nodded and gathered three towels and his clothing walking over to Chandler and wrapping an arm around her shoulder so she could hop on one foot to the bathroom. He helped her sit down on the toilet while he started the shower, letting the water warm up. “Need help getting your clothes off?”

“Trying to get me naked?” Chandler asked with a playful smile as she pulled her shirt over her head. Joe tossed a wink over his shoulder while he started taking his own clothes off, he’d put them in the hamper after. Seeing steam rising out of the top of the shower Joe pulled the shower curtain back, reaching out for Chandler’s hand to help make sure she got in okay. The pair wobbled slightly as Chandler stuck her bad leg outside the shower, the warm water covering both of their bodies.

Joe pushed his hair out of his eyes while he picked up his body wash with his other hand. After popping the cap he rubbed some between his hands, carefully smoothing his hands down Chandler’s back, her muscles rippling under his touch. “Chandler?”

“Yeah?” She leaned her head forward while Joe’s thumbs dug into her sore muscles.

Joe allowed his thumbs to press a little harder into her shoulders, “you didn’t really mean it when you said you wanted to go home, right?” His hands had moved down to her sides where he playfully squeezed her hips, making her laugh trying to wiggle away from his touch. “Easy,” the word came out of his mouth on instinct.

“I-” Chandler paused for a moment, “no. I just wish it was different.” Joe watched as the bubbles from the body wash ran down Chandler’s body before lathering himself up. “I miss playing with the boys, the girls just aren’t as fun.” Joe laughed, knowing those had been the exact words Chandler said when they were seven and she wanted to stay playing baseball, not wanting to be moved to the softball league. “Not that they’re not nice, I’m just used to the baseball dynamic, you know?”

“You haven’t even given it much of a chance yet,” Joe leaned over to pick up the shampoo bottle. “Need your hair washed again?” When Chandler nodded Joe plopped a dollop of shampoo on top of her head before he started to massage her scalp. “You don’t really know the girls yet.”

“You’re right,” Chandler tilted her head back into the water, “stand in front of me.” Joe carefully shuffled around her so he was now the one in front. “But I don’t have a feel for the sport, and it’s like learning how to play from scratch all over again,” she held her hand out for the shampoo bottle.

Joe let out a happy sigh when he felt Chandler’s fingers start massaging his scalp, working the shampoo into his hair. “How about this-” he tilted his neck to either side letting it crack, “how about you keep making the best of the softball team, and I figure out how to get you on the baseball team?”

“Joe-” after the shampoo was washed out of his hair he turned around and pecked Chandler’s lips to keep her quiet.

“Nope,” he cut her off, “I’m going to figure this out, all you need to do is give me time.” Chandler couldn’t argue with Joe, knowing there wasn’t much of a point, he was just as stubborn as she was. She just nodded while Joe turned the shower off, reaching outside to hand her two towels he picked up. She wrapped one around her body and the other around her shoulders while Joe wrapped his around his waist.

Chandler knew it was unrealistic to think that Joe would magically find a way to get her on the baseball team, and she didn’t know how to break it to him. She didn’t want him to waste time on trying to find a nonexistent solution, she didn’t want him to think he let her down. The couple got dressed in silence, Joe drying his hair with his towel while Chandler pulled her sports bra over her head. She didn’t want to get stuck drying her hair so instead just squeezed as much water as she could out with a towel. Throughout the shower she had managed to keep her splint dry, a small accomplishment that made her night as she usually got casts and braces a little damp during showers in the past.

“Ready for bed?” Joe held his arm out again for her to balance on. Chandler leaned on to her boyfriend for support as she hopped back to the bedroom, again sitting down on Joe’s bed. She tossed him her phone to plug in next to his before sliding under the blanket on his Twin XL bed, the two of them sleeping together on the small bed proved to be a challenge but they had made it work.

Once Joe had tucked into Chandler’s side he opened his laptop, resuming the episode of The Walking Dead where he left off earlier. Chandler watched the show religiously and was already caught up, waiting for the new season to start in October, but she would gladly rewatch the series thus far with Joe.

Her head rested on his chest while his laptop sat on his thighs, the volume just loud enough for them to both hear. Forty minutes into the episode the lock on the door clicked open before the door itself swun open, light from the hallway flooding the room.

“Sorry,” Ben shut the door, dropping his soccer bag at the foot of his bed. He was no longer soaked in sweat, a tee shirt and loose soccer shorts now replacing his uniform.

“Benny!” Chandler happily called from her place on Joe’s bed, a sleepy smile on both of their faces. “You played amazing!” If the room had been light enough she would have seen the blush that spread across Ben’s face and down his neck at the compliment.

Ben sat down on his bed, taking his sneakers off, “I didn’t score any goals.” Chandler rolled her eyes, hating that athletes tended to measure their success on how many goals they scored or how many runs they batted in. Being part of a team was so much more than earning points. “But uhh-” he trailed off.

“But?” Joe asked.

“Coach is going to start me,” Chandler didn’t need to see Ben’s face to know he was smiling. He would be starting the regular season as a freshman in an anchor position, it was quite the accomplishment.

Chandler sat up, looking in Ben’s direction, “that’s amazing!” She would have gotten up and hugged him if her leg wasn’t in terrible shape. After watching Ben plug in his phone, Joe patted the end of the bed.

“Want to come watch the rest of this episode?” Even though Ben was just as caught up as Chandler he nodded, climbing on to the end of Joe’s bed, settling Chandler’s legs over his lap. He picked up Joe’s laptop and adjusted it on the bed so all three could properly see.

It fell into silence, Joe’s fingers carding though Chandler’s still damp hand while Ben’s hands rested over the tops of her legs. She had been up hours earlier than both boys for practice, and crutching around campus took a lot more energy out of her than she had remembered from the past. As Ben started the next episode she found her eyes closing, comforted by the warmth radiating off of the two boys surrounding her. Her worries were soothed as she focused on the gentle touches both were providing her, the thought of returning home suddenly seeming less appealing than she had originally thought.

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hollandroos · 5 years

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hey can you do a ben harry imagine type thing where he’s in the mob and it’s like a romeo and juliet type thing where’s she’s in the opposite gang. thank u!!

“You remember when we said that this was a one-time thing?” You sigh, fingers running up and down your boyfriend’s toned chest. Your eyes felt heavy and you fought to keep them open for as long as possible, wanting to savour every secret moment you got with your love.

He extends one arm over his head, staring down at you with a raised brow. “I do.” He states. “I also remember that was at least five months ago but look where we are now?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t gotten us caught yet, they’d have our heads.” You groan, the mobster besides you gasps and you struggle to contain light giggles.

“Why me?” He gasps, The plush, white duvet hugs your chest and his waist but it wasn’t the blanket providing you warmth but his arms. You wanted to spend every second you could right there, tucked under his arm.

“Just feel like you’re the clumsy one in the relationship.” You tell him, tilting your head to pepper light kisses to his chest.

“Excuse me, who’s the one that’s been stealing my clothing recently? Wouldn’t surprise me if that’s what gets us caught one day.”

Your eyes find the grey hoodie at the end of the bed that he’d had the pleasure of pealing off of you. “Hm, well if they do work it out then at least I’ll go out comfortably.”

And suddenly the thought of you getting hurt causes his face to fall from playful to hard, stone cold green eyes find yours.

“They’re not going to hurt us, I wouldn’t let them.” He mutters, knowing better then anything that you could easily fight for yourself. “Neither of us are dying.”

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ellus986 · 4 years

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Underneath the mistletoe

Single dad Ben Hardy x reader part 1

Sorry kids, I know all my fan fics are filled with kids, but I can’t help it as I’m 21 weeks pregnant when I’m writing these lines. And I know I know it is over christmas, but had other things than finishing it, sorry 🤦🏼‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Warning: kissing, dark humor

It is a casual friday night in the diner you work in. Not much of costumers, but your heart stops as your favorite two comes in. The little Keila smiles at you in the minute your eyes meet. They sit in the box they did every friday night for the past year.

“Good evening!” Greets you the blue eyed father.

“Welcome back at our tiny kitchen!” You say as you hand them the menu.

“Y/N, you look so beautiful again!” Cheers the little blue eyed girl.

“Thank you... I almost forgave you...” you giggle.

“For...gave...me?” Mumbles Keila.

“You never ever even tried to hint that your father is a famous actor!” You answer with a smile on your face, and you can see his face change too.

“That changes something?” He asks.

“No! I just wasn’t aware you played the best drummer alive!” You giggle.

“It sounds like you are a Queen fan, but than that movie came out more than a year ago and you just saw it now?” He chuckles.

“As I have my fridays booked always...” you nod your head in they way. “And having school next to work I have zero social life, but yesterday finally I had a class canceled and decided instead of a nap, I watch the movie I wanted for a long time now!”

“And we are really thankfull that you choose us over partying...” he mumbles.

“Everything for the smile of this princess!” You smooth her hair out of her face. Normally you would not touch your costumers, but these two was so different from the others. They come to you every friday, and you only worked on this day because she was so heart-broken one night you had it free and someone else surved them. She was smart and full of heart, and you loved her.

“I’m sorry...” she mumbles not looking up from the table.

“It is okay honey! I was just suprised, that I had your father playing in the background in my teenage years while having dinner!” You giggle again.

“So you was a fan...” he lift one of his eyebrows.

“Nooo... but Easterenders was something that went well as white noise for dinner... I let you decide what you want!” You turn away and walk.

“Daaaad...”

“Keila, no!”

“Dad! Don’t be a...”

“Y/N?” You can’t keep his voice out of your head.

“Yes?”

“We... have Frankie over the weekend... would, you like to come for a walk with us?” Sutters the blue eyed blonde.

“I’m sure I can make time before my afternoon ship if that is good for you?”

“Perfect!” Answers the adorble little one.

The next day:

Bournemouth was cold, and snowy, but the christmas decoration on the street made everything joyfull. A big smile sits on your face as you see Keila running in your way.

“Y/N!” She jumps into your arms and you lift her up.

“Hello, beautiful!” You greet her. “Hello, handsome!” You wave in Ben’s way.

“Princess!” He looks angry.

“It is okay! We know eachother for a year now, she didn’t run in some strangers arms... I mean I hope I don’t count as one...”

“No, you don’t count as a stanger!” He nods. “Are you okay with a jumping 4 years old?” He asks as he gets to you, and you already put down his daugther.

“4 and a half!” Keila holds her finger to her dad’s chest.

“4 and a half, sorry!” He mumbles.

“But back to the question, I’m more than okay with jumping 4 and half years olds!” You giggle, winking in the little ones way. “I study to be a primary teacher, so...”

“Maybe you will teach me?” You can see how Keila’s eyes are shining, as you are walking on the beach sidewalk.

“I don’t think honey, I have years to finish my studies and even if I could finish in two years there would be so little chance to get a job in a school you would go in...”

“Ooh... Frankie lets run!” She gets cheerfull again as she gets the leader from her dad and runs off on the empty street.

“So you want to work with kids one day?” You can see how he is struggling to even ask you.

“Yes defenetly!” You smile at him. “And you are a famous actor?”

“Could say...” his face just gets so red and a half smile gets on it slowly.

“Not fan of the fame?”

“Nah... kinda... I don’t like to be just me infront of people, but I love to perform thought...”

“Y/N, do you like Frankie?” Runs Keila to you, with the dog, who you immediately pet.

“She is so cute!” You nod.

She runs away again and you just walk next to Ben in silence until you think you have something better to do: throw a snowball into his chest. Suprise rises on his face, but he respondes quickly. You get into a big fight fast and you can see Keila running with worry on her face.

“What is happening?”

“She attacked me!” Ben points in your way trying not to laugh.

“Ooh blame it on the woman!” You hold your hands up.

“Ooh adults!” She hides her face in her hand before running away again with the dog, and both of you burst into laugh. You try to get a new snowball, but before you could get enough together he runs in your way and both of you end up in the fresh, white snow laughing, fighting. You lock eyes with him, and your heart just want to leave your chest. “Dad! Really?” You look up to Keila holding her hands on her hips still holding the dog on the leader who just lickes Ben’s face.

“Sorry, you are right little princess!” He gets up and holds his hand out for you.

“Dad! Now she needs to walk home in wet clothes!” You feel like a four and half years old little girl has more responseablety than you two sometimes.

“Oh shoot... do you live far away?” He mumbles.

“Half an hour bus drive from the diner...” you answer, pulling your shoulder.

“Than, I owe you with a coffee, and dry clothes!” He blushes.

“I really don’t want to bother!”

“Please!” Begs Keila.

“Okay...” you give in. “I can’t say no to a princess!”

You follow them to the their near by house. It wasn’t a luxury home, and you liked it for that. As you are about to get to the front door, you see a car parking in front of it, and an auburn man steping out of it. Your heart stops, you just saw him on screen two days ago.

“Uncle Joe, uncle Joe!” Keila forgets all about the dog and runs to him, jumping into his arms.

“Hi Princess!” He kisses her cheek as she is sitting on his hip. “Hi, I’m Joe!” He holds his free hand out for you.

“I kno... I mean, I’m Y/N!” You blush.

“So you know...” he chuckles.

“She just watched bohrap two days ago...” Ben helps you out.

“Yeah, too much work and study!” You pull your shoulder.

“She didn’t know daddy was famous before that!” Steps in the littlest one.

“You didn’t?” He looks at you suprised.

“He was familiar, but who would think of Easterenders?” You giggle.

You walk in as he chuckles with the little girl on his side. Ben shows you around and hands you some dry, and warm clothes. “Really sorry for the wet experience!”

“The wet experience?” Joe yells one room away chuckleing.

You take the clothes and walk into the bathroom. The cosiest bathroom you ever saw. It had wood everywhere and had the a suprisingly big bathtube in the corner, what was really calling for you, but you just come to change your clothes, to the man’s clothes you had no idea was famous, but was so nice with you in the past year.

As you open the door Keila is already standing there. “Are you staying for lunch? Uncle Joe got us food!”

“I don’t want to into...”

“Pleeeease!” She begs you with those big eyes, and as you look up you see Ben, looking at you two.

“If you are hungry, we got enough food, Joe always dubles our needs!”

“Eat with us after your wet experience!” Laugh Joe from the kitchen.

“Pleeease!”

“Okay... okay! I’m staying for lunch, but after I need to go to work!” You answer.

Lunch goes by so fast, and funny. You already saw the trend for #hardzello but you now understand it. They are just two adorable dork perfectly being bestfriends. Keila’s laughter filled the whole room along side yours. As you are about to leave she hugs you, and Ben is about to walk you out.

“Daaad!” You hear almost a scream, both of you turn scared, but than you see Joe laughing.

“What?”

“Look up!” She giggles,as both of you look up.

“Ooh...” he forms it so softly as both of you are standing under the mistletoe.

“Don’t cheat! I needed to kiss uncle Joe on the cheek last year!”

“But you two are over the legal age so... just saying!” Joe holds up his hands.

You can’t even answer as Ben grabs your hip and locks lips with you. It is modorate as there is his child, but passionet as well. It ends as soon as it started, but you still can’t let his eyes go, you just star into eachothers eyes.

To be continued...

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thosequeenboys · 4 years

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Use your (Key) Words

Wrote this awhile back and didn’t publish it. Here goes.

Keywords are essential to get your resume noticed by recruiters and applicant systems. As a Resume Keyword, Er, Queen, I tried this strategy to convince my guy to watch 6 Underground (He didn’t see BoRhap & doesn’t know about All This™).

Me: Hey, there’s a Netflix movie that’s very action-packed - 6 Underground. Think you’d like it.

Him: What’s it about?

Me: Six people with different skills taken away from their real lives to fight evil for the greater good. Captain America-esque with Avengers bonding and angst.

Him: sure. let’s watch tonight.

Me: (proudly stifles gasp/moan/pant combo when Ben appears)

Him: (1 minute later): So, which guy was in Bohemian Rhapsody?

Me: 😳 (My keywords were bested.)

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poedjarin · 4 years

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What about some dad!ben hardy with his squishy lil baby all wrapped up for Christmas🥺

This made me too soft for my own good. I hope I did you proud with this one. This could be a continuation of my last blurb, but that’s for you to choose. I left it semi-ambiguous.

Request a holiday blurb/headcanon

Ben had been reflecting a lot on the concept of time lately. Nothing had made him cherish every second of every day like becoming a father has. The two of you had realized that your son was probably conceived on Christmas Day. That what you get for having champagne for breakfast. Your pregnancy was a complete whirlwind and went by in a blink of an eye.

Luca was born a few days shy of the first day of fall. Ben had never realized that he could love someone so much until he’d met his son. Everything that happened prior to his birth couldn’t hold a candle to how incredible it felt to be his father. He probably would deny it if you asked, but Ben was having too much fun taking advantage of having a newborn around the holidays.

At just over a month old, little “Luca-Bear” stole the show on Halloween. He was too young to trick-or-treat, but that didn’t stop Ben from proudly pushing him around the neighborhood in his carriage. Thanksgiving wasn’t much different; everyone at dinner was happy to say that they were thankful for Luca, who wore a shirt that said, “I’ll just have the breast please,” courtesy of his Uncle Joe.

Ben had just changed Luca’s dirty nappy and zipped up his Santa onesie. Luca was a little fussy due to the fact that daddy was doing everything he could to make sure he didn’t rip off his little Santa hat. Ben swaddled his son in a knit blanket that his mom crocheted and sat down in the rocking chair in his nursery.

Fatherhood wasn’t supposed to be a walk in the park but Luca made it feel that way. Ben lived each day with the intention of always doing the right thing for his little boy. Watching him grow and develop small skills made Ben want to freeze time and keep Luca this little forever, but he knew it wasn’t possible.

You tiptoed into the nursery, placing a hand on Ben’s shoulder as he rocked Luca back to sleep. It took some time to work through, but he was no longer scared to hold the baby in one arm, and offer you his other. Ben’s took your hand in his and squeezed tightly.

“I think it’s going to be pretty hard to top this gift.”

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killerqueenmachine · 5 years

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47 with Ben from computer. Thanks!!!

47. “Shut up.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

It had been a long day already and honestly, you were so ready for it to be over. Ready, to just take a long bath and cuddle up to your lovely boyfriend and fall asleep in his arms. Unfortunately, Ben wasn’t feeling the same and he really wanted to get the last couple of pictures hung before you could call it a night. Just another three pictures and the flat would be complete and the two of you were officially and completely moved in together.

“Baby.. We can do it tomorrow - I wanna go to bed!” you whined again handing him another nail.

“Just the last few pictures, then we’ll be done! Let’s just power through alright?” he calmly replied and started hammering the nail into the wall.

“I’m tired”

“I know, you’ve been saying that for the last 45 minutes”

You crossed your arms and pouted slightly, feeling a little hurt although you knew he didn’t mean any harm. You were just tired and thus a little more sensitive than normal. Ben gently grabbed your shoulder, silently telling you that he knew you were tired and that he understood why you wanted to go to bed. You handed him yet another nail that he quickly hammered into the wall and hung yet another picture.

“Baby?” you muttered silently.

“I know baby, you’re tired. One more and we’re ready for bed, yeah?”

“No - no. The picture is crooked.” You said shaking your head a little, while a soft smile appeared on your lips.

The picture was extremely crooked. Ben walked back over to you and looked at the picture before he deeply sighed and rubbed his temples. Yet he refused to be defeated and quickly made his way over to the picture and tried to get it to get it to hang straight.

“Still crooked” you dryly said not a single drop of patience was left in your body.

“Shut up” he laughed softly, still fiddling with the picture. With that sentence, it seemed like the whole atmosphere changed into something more suggestive.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” you whispered.

He turned around quickly and cocked his eyebrows at you. A soft smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he gently placed the hammer on the floor and walked over to you making sure to maintain eye contact.

His warm hands cupped your face and he pulled you in for a deep and passionate kiss. Surprised by his sudden initiative your hands quickly found his upper arms to steady you and pull his body even closer to yours.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” he whispered, while his lips were gently resting on yours.

“Oh, no? No, I don’t think you’ve ever told me that?” you snickered, kissing his lips softly a few times.

“Let me show you just how much I love you then”

His voice had dropped lower than usual, and you knew very well what that meant. Your fingers travelled down his arms until you reached his hands, where you intertwined your fingers with his. Now that you had gained control over his hands, you moved them down your body and placed his hand on your ass.

He squeezed you hard and growled deeply, sounding like a lion who had locked in on his prey. He slowly stripped you of your clothes, one item at the time, kissing every inch of exposed skin.

“Ben” you whined

“Patience, love” he giggled as he finally got to the last few items of clothes, leaving you in only your underwear.

“I want you, please! I wanna touch your body” you whined, needier than ever.

He had gotten you so riled up already it was absolutely ridiculous. You felt him smirk against your neck as he pressed another row of soft kisses to your delicate skin.

“Does that mean you wanna be on top today, yeah?” he snickered against your neck, before he pulled off his t-shirt in seconds.

“Absolutely not. I’m way to tired” you sighed with a smile, running your hands up Ben’s now bare torso.

“Thought so” he grinned, pushing you over to the couch.

“Lay down for me baby” he continued, helping you down on the black couch behind you.

You opened your legs, throwing one of them over the backrest of the couch as Ben made his way down between your legs, gently pulling your panties aside running his fingers up and down your slit, collecting some of the wetness that had already spread. His fingertips barely ghosted over your already throbbing clit, which made your whole body shudder and a whiny noise left your lips.

“Darling what made you so needy?” Ben teased as he started rubbing soft circles on your clit.

“Y-you baby. W-watching you do all that w-work.” you stammered and with every word your felt your voice get more and more fragile. The ways his fingers touched your body made you see stars.

Another teasing smirk spread across his face before he bent down and pulled your panties down your legs. You helped the last bit, with kicking them off before you placed your leg back on the backrest. Ben emitted a low growling noise before kissing your pubic mound and flattening his tongue, licking you from your entrance up to your clit. His tongue worked magic on you and within a few minutes he had you moaning and wincing like your life depended on it. Your orgasm was close, so close you could feel your muscles start tensing.

“Cl-close Ben, please.” you whimpered, gripping his hair to pull him closer to you arching heat.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my tongue” he moaned, barely moving his mouth away from you.

The vibrations his mouth made as he spoke threw you over the edge and head first into your orgasm. Your body shuddered as you came, and the noises Ben made sounded absolutely pornographic.

As you came down from your high, Ben placed a last soft kiss to your clit before he pulled away from you.

“That was beautiful” he murmured, almost sounding drunk.

“It felt beautiful” you softly laughed, sitting up and closing your legs.

Ben grabbed your hand but moved his eyes from yours and over to the last picture, that he had yet to hang.

“I’ll just hang this last one, okay? You can shower meanwhile and then we’ll meet in the bed in 10 minutes, how does that sound?” he said before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Yes.. Yes please.” you managed to say, feeling the tiredness taking over your body again.

“I love you” he said, kissing you twice.

“I love you more” you replied, kissing him back and finally making your way up to the shower.

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bensakindofmagic · 5 years

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Chapter Two

A/N: the response to the first chapter has been insane, i’m blown away thank you. no warnings for this one - just enjoy!

w/c: 3.1k+

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A couple of weeks into the project and you were still in the rehearsal stage for Live Aid. You were grateful for the later mornings, as you didn’t have to make sure the boys were in hair and makeup by 6am just yet. The shoot stared in less than two weeks and everyone felt the pressure ramping up. It wasn’t helped by the fact that Brian May and Roger Taylor were coming to set that day to see how it was all going and offer up a little of their considerable wisdom. It wasn’t the first time they’d been, and you had briefly spoken to them before, but did little more than introduce yourself before they were called away to more important business. It had still given you nervous jitters that morning to think you’d be within a few feet of them.

Rehearsals seemed to be going well; the guys had bonded a lot over the past weeks which filtered into their performance. When they are all jamming together they really felt like a band. You allowed yourself a smug smile, knowing that you had a small hand in that. You’d been hanging out together most evenings since your game, going to a local pub, chilling in someone’s trailer watching Queen documentaries that you’d all seen a hundred times before, or just chatting, getting to know each other better. All four of them were sweet and charming and funny, and you felt yourself getting more and more comfortable around them. You felt relaxed, which in turn led to you opening up to them, perhaps a little too much; you had a tendency to overshare sometimes. But it didn’t seem to bother them much, apart from maybe Ben who seemed to tense up and shift in his seat when you said anything too personal. He’d just have to get used to you.

You contemplated him as he played. You watched the way he frowned when he concentrated, lips silently counting the beats. You watched him bounce on his seat between run throughs, and twirl the drumsticks lazily between his fingers.

“He’s good isn’t he?” Brian said with a knowing smile. When he saw confusion flash across your face he clarified, “Ben. He’s very good.”

“Oh, uh yeah, I think so.”

“Attractive, too. I can see why Roger was so chuffed with the casting,” he chuckled.

You surrendered to the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Oh I’m sure.”

“I heard that,” Roger said little grumpily.

“What, he’s much better looking than you ever were.”

“Unbelievable! Do you agree with this?” Roger asked, turning to you.

“Uh” you said with a giggle, “can I plead the fifth?”

He grumbled and you and Brian laughed. You had to stop and take a breath to make yourself realise that you had just shared a joke with two members of Queen.

Watching everyone work was kind of mind-boggling. Everyone was so focused that they didn’t stop to look at where they were, but the scene in front of you was incredible. People everywhere were fussing over something, making sure every wire and prop was in place. Joe and Gwil were jamming quietly together, probably going over some riff, Ben and Roger were unsurprisingly tinkering with the drum kit as Brian chatted animatedly with one of the ADs. The whole stage seemed to be in motion, oscillating with potential. As you watched it all pass before your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to bask in the absolute insanity of your job, a feeling of satisfaction and excitement welled up inside you. You could feel the anticipation of what this job would bring, how it would affect your life and how you would be changed by it. You couldn’t say why, but you knew in your soul how important this job would be.

It went in a blur — the rest of the day, the week, the whole rehearsal period — and before you knew it you were due to start filming. Everyday felt like a joy. It was hard work, and every night you fell into bed, exhausted, but not before spending an hour or two with your favourite boys. You’d all become close, you was starting to feel like a little family. You and Ben in particular were getting close, the constant teasing between you becoming second nature. On this particular evening, just a few days out from starting the shoot, you were all crammed Rami’s trailer (his was the biggest), relaxing after a long day.

“You know I really think we nailed it today guys,” Joe said enthusiastically.

“Yeah except when Gwil tripped over his own guitar cable,” you giggled.

“Oh come on guys,” he groaned, “we all had a big laugh about this earlier, can we move on please?”

“It was look on your face though mate. Priceless.”

“I’ve never seen such raw panic is someone’s eyes,” you teased.

“What about the day you met me?” Ben shot at you, all confidence. “I think I got you pretty flustered.”

“Oh babe, that wasn’t panic in my eyes,” you retorted with a wink, leaving the rest to his imagination. You were disinclined to let on that you had been wandering what he looked like naked the first time you met.

The five of you joked around aimlessly, only interrupted by Gwil’s phone ringing. He explained that it was his girlfriend and stepped outside to take the call. You noticed a sadness flash across Ben’s eyes, one that had infused their bright green with a hint of grey a few times over the last week. You figured it must have made him think of his own girlfriend, and he was probably missing her. You had made the decision weeks ago that you were objectively not allowed to fancy Ben, so any flare of acidic jealousy in your stomach at that thought was steadfastly ignored.

Thinking you’d give him the opportunity to talk about it if he wanted to, you lightly asked, “How’s your girlfriend Ben? Must be tough on you both, doing such long shoots.”

An awkward hush fell over the room, and Joe and Rami looked at you with shock and horror painted across their features. You had clearly said something wrong.

After a long, tense moment, Ben quietly said, “Actually we broke up.”

A longing kind of melancholy set over him; he hunched his shoulders and kept his eyes fixed on the floor. He looked wretched and you felt awful.

“Oh my god Ben, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” It dawned on you then that the others clearly knew, and no one had told you.

“It’s okay, it’s for the best, you know. I broke up with her.”

A plethora of questions and concerns raced through your brain. You resolutely battered away the ones that had anything to do with him now being available.

You settled with, “What happened?” quickly mitigated with, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine. It’d been coming for a while I think, our lives just didn’t fit together anymore.”

Joe scoffed, “Oh come on, it’s because you have feelings for someone else.”

His eyes instantly Ben wide and you thought you saw him glance at you for a second. He quickly hissed, “What the fuck, Joe?”

Joe looked sheepish and went quiet. You looked back and forth between them, confused and a little hurt. How had they not told you about any of this?

Ben gave a throaty sigh and explained, “Things were falling apart before. We’ve been talking less, we lost the spark. I thought it was just time, you know, we got so used to each other. But then I met this girl…” his voice got so deep his words were half whispered, “I instantly felt it again - that spark. She’s smart and funny and she has such a presence. I just want to watch her, all the time.”

Thinking of Ben feeling that way about someone sent a pang of yearning through you; he looked so soft, all curves. The evening sun cast a glow over him, bathing him in gold. A lone strand of hair fell down over his forehead that you were desperate to push back. The gentle curve of his jaw, soft but defined, was illuminated. His teeth clenched behind pouted lips.

He looked deep into your eyes, so far he could have been looking through you. “It reminded what love should feel like. I guess I realised that it wasn’t right to keep fighting anymore. It was time to move on.”

A heavy silence settled in the room that you couldn’t bring yourself to break. You had to remind yourself that the urge to stroke his cheek and hold him tight to your chest was entirely unprofessional. You opened your mouth to speak, but had no idea what to say. Luckily, Gwil walked back in at that moment.

“Sorry about that, she was just checking i- is everything okay?” he said noticing the tone of the room.

Rami twisted him mouth into an awkward grin, “Ben just told Y/N about the breakup.”

Gwil nodded slowly, “Oh right.” He raised an eyebrow to Ben in a silent question: if he got an answer you weren’t aware of it. “Are you okay Y/N?”

“Me?” The question confused you; what did Ben’s breakup have to do with you? “I’m fine. I guess I’m a little upset that you clearly all knew and I’m only finding out now.”

The guilt in Ben’s eyes tore at your heart. With so much tension in the air you decided that everyone needed to let off some steam.

“Let’s go out,” you said abruptly.

All four pairs of eyes converged on you.

“We have to work tomorrow,” Gwil said, ever the responsible parent.

“Come on,” you sighed, exasperated, “It’s what people do when they’re going through a breakup. Anyway, filming starts soon and then dealing with the hangovers will be even worse. Why not go while we can?”

Joe grinned, “I think it’s a great idea.”

“Of course you do,” Rami muttered. “What do you think, Ben?”

You looked at him hopefully, and when a smile tugged at the corner of his lips you beamed.

“Why not?”

You found a small bar, with a decent crowd for a weeknight, and bagged a booth. You got the first round in, despite the protests from the guys, and gave a sweet smile to the barman who helped you carry five pints to the table. You didn’t notice the glare that Ben shot at him.

“It’s busy for a Thursday, wonder why there so many people here,” Gwil mused.

“Come on, it’s London, it must be busy all the time,” Joe reasoned.

You just shook your head and motioned with your chin to the sign above the bar that read:

 KARAOKE NIGHT, EVERY THURSDAY, FREE DRINKS FOR THE BRAVE

“You feeling brave, Joe?” you smirked. His eyes were wide with glee.

Ben sniggered, “Of course you’re the kind of guy who loves karaoke.”

“Don’t knock it Ben, or I might just dedicate a song to you. There’s no way you’ll pull a girl then.”

“Are you looking to pull tonight?” You asked, just a little too fast.

He simpered, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” It turned the groove at the corner of his mouth into a chasm, and his eyes smouldered a rich emerald green in the dim light. Like he would have any trouble pulling.

“Well I make an excellent wing woman, just to let you know,” you smirked a little sassily and took a sip of your drink.

“Role play,” he responded without missing a beat. You had to concentrate on not choking when your mind wondered to the connotations of those two words.

“I’m not going to give it all away.”

“Signature move, then.”

You bit the inside of your bottom lip a little, hiding a smirk, and said, “Well, I’d talk you up to her a bit, then send you off to get us a round, and while you’re gone I’d very subtly allude to some sexual past between us and imply that you were the best I ever had.” You could barely make eye contact with him, but as you spoke those final few words you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his self-satisfied grin. “Works a charm,” you finished.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys,’ Joe interrupted before you could fall too deep into that particular rabbit hole, “but I want a free drink.”

“What, now?” you said with incredulity.

“No time like the present,” he said as he downed what was left of his pint.

“Are you seriously going to be the first person to sing?”

“Well someone’s gotta kick this bad boy off,” and with that he was marching over to the DJ.

“God, you’re so bloody American,” you laughed breathily.

Joe proceeded to annihilate a Rick Astley classic. There was a lot of cheesy two-stepping and emphatic pointing (mostly towards Ben), and he was given a loud cheer as he finished. The barman even gave him a free shot on top of his pint, just because he was so enthusiastic.

You greeted him with a chorus of ‘wow’s as he sat back down.

“That was pretty amazing mate,” said Ben.

“I was good, right,” Joe smiled, panting lightly.

“It was engaging, for sure,” you laughed.

Rami piped up, “That’s code for ‘you were horrendous but I couldn’t look away.’ Like seeing a cat in human clothes.”

“Well that’s just rude, and the crowd seemed to like it. Anyway, who’s next?”

“I vote Y/N,” Ben winked and you snorted.

“Um, no thank you. I’m no singer.”

“Well that’s just a dirty lie, isn’t it? I heard you singing from inside your trailer this morning. It was a rather lovely rendition of Crazy Little Thing Called Love, I believe.”

You eyes went wide and you blushed, remembering how you had danced around as you sang, thinking no one else was awake yet. You desperately hoped he hadn’t seen you through the window, but the twinkle in his eye made you suspect otherwise.

“Look, I’m perfectly happy sitting right here with a drink that I paid for.”

“No way,” Gwil beamed, “it was your idea to come out, I think it’s only right that you sing.”

You pursed you lips, “I’m really fine.”

Ben licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes locked with yours, and said, “We won’t force you if you don’t think you can pull it off. We wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself now, would we?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and ran your tongue over your teeth. He knew exactly what to say to get you riled up. You were desperate to prove yourself to him, but also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had you wrapped around his little finger. The tension around the table was palpable as you brooded over what to do. A group of women, far too drunk for the time of the evening, had just finished screeching their way through Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, so it was now or never.

You stood without a word, grabbed a shot from the bar, and went to the microphone. You told the DJ what you were singing — Piece of My Heart by Janis Joplin, which you had pre-picked for exactly a situation like this — and waited for the guitar to kick in. You took a steadying breath and stole a glance at the guys. Joe, Gwil, and Rami were smiling encouragingly, but Ben just cocked an eyebrow at you in a silent challenge.

Needless to say, you crushed it.

You let the music fill you up, ignoring the rest of room, and pretended you were in your bedroom singing into a hairbrush. You swayed your hips, just sexily enough to show how comfortable you were up there, and belted out the high notes as best you could. It was liberating, and you felt galvanised by the whoops and cheers coming from your table - Joe’s voice was unmistakable as he cheered you on. You tried to steal a glance at Ben through the lights, but couldn’t make out the expression on his face.

“Dude, you brought this on yourself,” Joe quipped, noticing the awe and the hunger on Ben’s face.

“You were the one that told her I had feelings for someone,” he sassed back.

“I didn’t tell her who!”

“Oh right, ‘cause you’re always Mr Subtle.”

“Well I’m not going to sit around forever and watch you pine over her and do absolutely nothing about it.”

You were making your way back to the table, still followed by the cheers of the crowd, and grinned at the guys, oblivious to the conversation that preceded you. Ben shot Joe a warning glare as you sat down, free drink in hand.

“I think we can safely say I did not embarrass myself,” you said, smug.

“You were amazing up there, Y/N,” Rami smiled kindly.

You looked to Ben, waiting for whatever snarky remark he was bound to make, but nothing came.

“Nothing to say Ben?”

He blinked slowly, and replied with a shrug, “I eat my words.”

You were shocked into silence, and only vaguely aware of Joe rolling his eyes. You would have wondered what it meant had you not been so distracted by the way Ben’s body seemed to clench and sigh. The muscles in his arm rippled as he tightened his fingers around his drink.

You gave your head an indiscernible shake to dislodge the image from your mind and turned to Rami to distract yourself. “It’ll be your turn next Mr Mercury,” you said, raising your eyebrows.

“No no. If this was lip sync then I could crush it, but I’m not singing.”

You spent the rest of the evening chatting, cheering on those who braved the karaoke and trying to ignore the less tuneful among them. Amidst all the joking about and teasing you were completely ignorant to the way Ben looked at you, watching your lips as you talked animatedly and the breadth of emotions dancing in your eyes. He smiled at the annoyance with which you kept tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear that kept breaking free to fall across you face. It briefly occurred to him that he was staring, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat and try to focus on other things, but his thoughts inevitably drifted back to you. He contributed little to the conversation, as lost as he was in his pining after you, and it had shocked him when you asked him if any girls had caught his eye. He wasn’t looking at anyone but you.

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