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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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it hurts because it has to {Ben Hardy}

Summary: You’ve always been there for Ben, like part of the wallpaper, his first kiss, his first flatmate, his first love, though it might be too late by the time he realises that last one.

A/N: 3107 words. Male!Reader, angst, came to me suddenly. this was gonna have a very different ending but it’s 6am. maybe i’ll do a part 2, but no promises.

The movie star never dates the boy next door.

The next door neighbour might date the boy next door, by that you mean to say his best friend since the age of seven, the boy who’s become his form’s Token Gay by fifteen. First of all, that’s so reductive in so many ways; you kiss a few guys and everything thinks they have you all figured out. Secondly ‘token’ discounts so many first hand accounts you have to the contrary, not that you’d out your classmates like that, it’s just that those in glass houses should not throw stones.

Ben himself has always been more than forthcoming about his opinions on the relative fitness of several footballers, and movie stars, and ‘yeah, Hugh Jackman could probably get it’. You’ve also heard him say the same thing about Halle Berry, so maybe he’s just watched X-Men one too many times. The point is, you’re not entirely sure how you got here, especially since Ben’s ‘definitely, actually got a crush on that girl in the year above, you know the one, she’s blonde; hangs out by the smokers tree on the edge of the field, you’ve definitely seen her before’. But he’s never kissed anyone, and what if he’s bad at it. He needs help. Practice.

“Why would you ask me? You know Kelly’s always giving you the eye in music, I’m sure she’d give her left tit to snog you.” You’re flopped in a beanbag in his room, both playing Crash Bandicoot, still in your school uniforms. The sun beats down on him through the window, sunset painting him gold where he’s sprawled out on his bed, eyes trained on the video game. Sometimes he’s so pretty it hurts; if you had a bit of thing for him, for the way the his hair catches the light, the way it makes his eyes sparkle, it was purely aesthetic, you told yourself.

“If I even looked at her, she’d be planning our wedding; come on, dude, this is embarrassing, just do me this one favour,” he’s actually pleading a little now, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him. You know why he’s asking; you’ve lived next door to each other for most of primary school, and have been best friends since you both went to the same high school, he trusted you, and more importantly, you knew what it was like to kiss another guy.

“You know kissing girls is different, right?” You pause the game, and Ben finally looks at you, eyes wide, as if he’s surprised you’re even humouring him like this. The cursor on the screen is spinning idly, and you watch it with intent. “I’m happy to do this for you, but I gotta warn you, kissing one of your mates is different to kissing someone you like.”

“I like you well enough.” He tried, somehow obtuse enough to miss the point; your heart twinges just a little, even as you roll your eyes.

“Well then you should be asking me out, rather than what’s-her-name.” Sarcasm dripped from your words, making light of the situation as you finally look at him, watching him turn pink with realisation.

“Okay, alright, yeah not gonna happen; I see what you mean.” He mumbled, and you clapped a hand to your chest.

“Alright, fuck you too, Jones, I see how it is.” Voice alight with mock indignation, you hold you offended expression for a moment longer than necessary, before it shifts to a grin and you both break into laughter. You struggle from the beanbag, sitting up by the headboard of Ben’s bed, relaxed as you watch him sit up, and the laughter dies down.

“You don’t tell anyone about this, got it?” He warns, and he’s put his hands on your shoulders. It’s hard not to laugh, but then you think he might chicken out.

“Of course not,” after a beat, you grin, “what are friends for?” His whole face scrunches up at that, sudden discomfort rising at the phrase, but he leans in anyways. He comes in too fast, and his nose smacks into yours, and you swat him away with one hand, eyes watering as you hold your nose and the pain subsides with the other. “Jesus Christ, it’s a kiss, not a tackle!” You cry, and you wipe your eyes with the bottom of your school shirt.

“Fine,” he huffed, sitting back, crossing his legs as he avoids your gaze, “show me then, if you’re such an expert.”

You scoot closer to him, cross legged also; your knees touch his, it’s weird, and there’s too much space between you. You tug him to his feet, and though he’s confused, he complies easily, frowning, and now it feels like you’re too close. You don’t move away, he’s blushing despite his frown, and he’s looking so intently at you, as if studying your every move.

“Don’t frown.” You instruct as you reach out to awkwardly cup his jaw with one hand. He smacks it away.

“Don’t make this weird.” He frowns deeper, and you step away, throwing your hands into the air as you turn back to the waiting video game.

“Fine, kiss yourself for all I care.” You announce, but he catches your hand, and he sighs with defeat when you turn back. “Don’t frown when you kiss her, got it?” You amend, stepping back towards him, and the mention of her name makes him brighten up a little.

This time, you rest your hands on his shoulders, and you’re the one to lean in, slower this time, pressing your lips to his quick and chaste, and after a moment you realise he’s not kissing you back and you move away.

“You can’t just do nothing!” When you say it, he opens his eyes enough to level a glare at you.

“Mate, I told you not to make this weird.” But he’s not stepping back either.

“You’re the one who asked for my help! I’m trying to-” But he grabs your face on impulse, crushing his lips to yours. It’s a little too fast again, but he’s leaned like he felt you do the first time, fitting his mouth against yours easily. It shocks you enough that you react on impulse, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you kiss him back in the summer afternoon. You’re enough in your mind to know not to push your luck, to not deepen the kiss, to not chase his lips when he pulls away, but you’ll admit to yourself that there’s something cathartic about kissing your pretty-boy best friend.

The flat mate might date the boy next door. Everyone had warned you about living with your best friend, said you’d end up hating each other; you couldn’t sign the lease quick enough. Okay, perhaps that was cruel to say, and not the entire truth, but you’d try anything to shake this horrific crush that had only gotten steadily worse over your last few years of high school. He’s going to an acting college, and you’re taking a gap year, working at a local restaurant. Every other weekend he’s dragging you out to the nearest uni bar, and it’s so hard to say no to him when he’s grinning and tipsy in the middle of predrinks in your living room.

His uni friends know and love you, since they’re always over at the flat running lines or drinking or both, since Ben’s the only first-year in his course to live off campus, which means the two of you are hosting pres most weeks. The cleanup was irritating, but his friends ply you with enough of their booze to keep your poor, uni-student wallet happy.

“You’re so whipped!” One of the girls crowed as Ben pulled you to sit in the circle where they’re all playing King’s Cup. Ben’s grinning where he watches the guy across from the circle carefully draw a card, and he leans over to bump his shoulder against yours.

“He pays half the rent, I have to keep him happy.” You smirk, nudging him in kind. “Now pass me a drink, will you?” You reach out and the girl obligingly passes you a can from the pack she had sitting beside her.

Ben’s... how to put this delicately? He’s a friendly drunk. He’s been that way for as long as you can remember, and sure there’s sometimes other versions - sappy, melancholy, loud, sometimes all three, sometimes something else entirely - but, uh, friendly was the most prominent, and tonight, three minutes after getting to the bar, you’ve lost him to the crowd. He’s an adult, he can take care of himself, so you head for the bar.

When you find him he’s managed to regroup with a different set of people from his course, ones you’re less familiar with, but you remember their faces. The moment he spots you, Ben calls you name, wraps an arm around you and pressing an obnoxious kiss to your cheek.

“Here’s my main man!” It’s like he’s showing you off, with his arm around your shoulder, but you’ve got a drink in either hand that you’re desperately trying not to spill.

“So I take it that beer you sculled outside- no, that’s mine,” you cut yourself off, moving your hand out of his reach as he reaches for it, “so that beer finally hit you?” You smirk, and Ben stands up as tall as he can; the two of you have become somewhat of a spectacle for the others, all fondly amused and used to Ben’s antics, most of them fairly drunk themselves.

“I,” Ben paused to give his words far more faux gravitas than they needed, “am completely sober and don’t know what you’re talking about.” He blinks rapidly, trying to keep his composure, staring straight ahead with a hand on his heart. You hear him mutter, “I am an ac-tor,” under his breath.

“That’s bullshit.” You snorted, and he burped loudly in response, before easily agreeing, slouching back down a little. This time when he reaches for your drink, you sigh and hand it over, and you switch to the drink in the other hand to take a long sip.

This is unfortunately normal night, and you’re just excited for the alcohol to hit so you can stop worrying so much. Over time you’ve learned that part of it is just because he’s a Theatre Student and sometimes they’re just like that, but part is indescribably Ben. Some days he’s trying his hardest to wing man you, and other days he doesn’t seem to want to leave your side, and tonight feels like one of the later.

The thing is, you’ve kissed Drunk Ben more than anyone else in you’re life, because Drunk Ben loves affection, and Drunk You loves not repressing your crush on him, though it doesn’t matter who initiates it, your heart hurts in hindsight either way. It’s never gone further than that, though it’s come close a few times, in the back of taxis, stumbling home and onto the sofa before one of you finally realises what a terrible idea this is for both of you. It’s usually Ben, since the part of your brain that isn’t focused on how much you want to kiss him, is focused on just pining for him, and yeah, his friends are definitely right; you’re whipped for him.

You guys don’t really talk about it, after the first few times, you just accepted that it was a thing that happened; it was easier than hearing Ben mumble through an apology over breakfast (though it’s three in the afternoon when he wakes), something about being drunk and the two of you being best mates, and ‘it’s not that you’re not fit, but-’

“Please stop trying to spare my feelings,” and you’re playing so casual about it, even though you’re internally terrified that you’d said something last night about the very real feelings he didn’t realise he was actually trying to spare. But he doesn’t go on about it, and things aren’t awkward, so you figure you’re in the clear.

Things start to go awry when he’s in his second year, and he forgets your birthday for the first time since you’ve known him. Or, actually it turns out he didn’t forget, he just chose to stay back after rehearsals and miss dinner. Not that you had anything really planned, just pizza from the gourmet place down the road, and he’s so apologetic, swears he wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t vital, that he and the director had some great character breakthrough moments. You’re happy for him, but dude, it’s your fucking birthday.

The soap opera regular hasn’t exactly been known to date the boy next door in real life. Not that that won’t stop you trying. You’ve been bottling it up for years and it’s still there, those feelings, maybe speaking them will help you move past them.

“I love you.” Unfortunately you decide to tell him at an season wrap party he’s invited you to for his first season on EastEnders.

“I love you too, man, I’m glad you could be here.” The two of you are squished onto a sofa, flush beside one another where there’s clearly plenty of room for you both to spread out. His voice is gentle, so damn sincere.

“No, like, Ben I’m in love with you.” And you watch the range of emotions flick across his face, though you only catch a few before he shuts them all down with an awkward smile.

“Mate, that’s-” and he pauses, frowning and looking down at his hands, “listen, Y/N, you’re my best friend, and I love you like a brother-”

“Got it.” You cut him off with a thumbs up, expression one of cheerful resignation. “Loud and clear; just wanted to keep- uh, keep everyone - us - updated, I guess.” After a beat, you dropped your cheery, tense facade, and sighed, “come on, we can pretend like nothing happened, just don’t make it weird; you’re still my best mate.”

But it is weird, of course it’s weird, at least for the rest of the night. A few nights later, you get a text after radio silence, just asking how long. When you just respond with ‘a while’ he gets back to you in less than five minutes with an ellipses, followed by a ‘huh’. The next text comes the next day, and it’s asking if you wanted to hang out with him and some of his old theatre friends who were in town. Of course you say yes. Perhaps its a form of masochism.

He doesn’t want to date you, but part of you think he knows, at least subconsciously, that you’ll always be his, just a little bit. So when the two of you go out on the town together, and you’re drunk, and he’s affectionate, you hear him babbling about how he doesn’t want to lead you on, but he just wants to kiss you, and you can feel what little self control you have crumbling with his imploring gaze upon you, as if asking you to make it okay, tell him that it wouldn’t break your heart, though it always does. You kiss him.

He’s never available when you want to spend time with him, not for lack of trying, but his work will always come first. He’s just lucky your schedule is flexible enough to work around his.

History repeats itself, did you never learn? Part of him wants you, but that part only comes out when he’s drunk.

“You’re m’ favourite, Y/N, favourite person in the world.” He mumbles before he kisses you once. It breaks your heart. It never goes far, he always pulls away, though he’s the one with his hand on your thigh, apologising for leading you on, which is the same sentiment of the texts you get the next day. You tell him to stop apologising. You keep getting drunk with him. though he never seems to be able to make time for you. When you complain to your other friends, they just tell you to stop going out with him, but it’s not that simple. You love him, and being around him, in any capacity, especially one where he pays attention to you and only you, has his hands on your body, you’d take it wherever you could get it.

He loves you. You figure this out the moment he finally stops worrying and calls a taxi for the both of you one night, it seems with no intention of slowing down. He loves you, but not enough to prioritise you. Not compared to his career. The realisation hits you in the taxi, and you’re trying to keep everything PG for the driver, so he’s rattling off his plan for the next day, talking about how early he’ll have to leave to get to the gym the next morning.

“Couldn’t you stay? Even a little bit later than that?” You ask, and the taxi’s pulling up at your flat; he says he can’t. “You should go home then.” It hurts to say it, and he looks shocked, his big, blue eyes blinking slowly in confusion. “We’re too drunk for this anyways.” You leave him in the back seat of the taxi, stunned, not even kissing him goodbye as you shut the door, heading up to your flat alone.

He apologises over text, and asks if he did something wrong.

He loves you, like, loves you loves you, but he barely has the time to be your friend, let alone anything else. Knowing this hurts so much more than thinking he just didn’t like you like that. It hurts to be second best to his career, but you understand it; you won’t begrudge him that, at least he knows what he wants to do with his life.

[Honestly, I still love you, and getting drunk with you isn’t the same as in uni. This is bad for us and I think we need to slow it down.] You send the text and watch the little bubbles of his response hover around for a very long time.

[I love you too.]

[....] You pause for a very long time after sending the ellipses, staring at your phone screen. [Dude, you don’t have the time to love me, but I appreciate the effort.] It’s easy to sound light over text when he can’t see that his response, his confirmation, has shattered your heart. You switch your phone onto aeroplane mode for a full forty-eight hours after that.

The movie star might love the boy next door, but he doesn’t date him. It was between you and his future, it was an easy decision to make.

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x male!reader #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #bo rhap #borhap cast #borhap cast imagine #the angry lizard writes

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x-reader-theater · 5 years

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Happy Birthday

Relationship: Ben Hardy x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: It is your boyfriend, Ben Hardy’s birthday today! And you have a special surprise, just for him...

Warnings: Smut... Again...

Word Count: 1,066

A/N: Hello again. I know I just posted smut, but in honor of Ben’s birthday, I thought I would write a birthday themed smutty imagine. I promise, this is the last one for a little bit. But yes, it is Ben’s birthday. That’s gonna date this. Anyways, here’s to Ben, and here’s to hoping you stay culturally relevant for the next few years.

“Happy Birthday!” You exclaim, walking into your shared apartment with Ben. You see him leaning against the counter in your kitchen, smiling at you. You set the cupcakes and your keys, wallet, and phone on the dining table, and walk over to Ben. He pulls you in, and kisses you, pushing you up against the counter. “No, no,” you say, pushing him off you.

“Oh. Do you not want to today?” He asks, a little sad, but he understands.

Your eyes widen. “No! That's not it at all!” You exclaim, and he tilts his head, confused. “No, it's just, today's your birthday, and I want to do something for you…”

You look away, a little embarrassed, but Ben tilts your head so you're looking at him. “What is it?” He asks, softly, and you place a hand on his chest.

“Do you trust me?” You ask, and he nods. “No, I need you to say it.”

“Yes, yes, I trust you.”

“Good.”

You grab him by the hand, and drag him into the bedroom, where you push him down onto the bed. He sprawls out for you, his legs and arms splayed around him, and you immediately undo his belt. You rip it off him and throw it across the room where it his the wall and falls with a thunk to the floor. You slide his pants off him and throw those as well, not even waiting for them to hit the ground before you take his shirt off him as well.

You sit back and admire how beautiful he looks in just his underwear, and place your hands on his abdomen, running them up and down the planes of his chest, and the muscles on his stomach. You lean forwards, and gently kiss him, and when he leans up for more, you push him back down.

“Not yet,” you say, and he looks at you shocked, but you don't wait for an answer. You reach down and grab his already half hard cock, and stroke it, once, twice. Ben's back arches, and you smile, letting out a breathy laugh as he whines for more.

“More?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, yes,” he breathes out, and you move your hand away from his cock.

You throw off his boxer briefs, and his cock hits his stomach grotesquely. You lick your lips and go down to his cock. You kiss around his, sucking on the skin right next to it, leaving slightly red marks in its wake. You knew it it bruise, you wanted it to bruise. You wanted him to know he was yours.

His hips buck up, and his cock jumps, hitting his stomach as his ass hits the bed. You click your tongue and say, “Do you want more? Do you want me to run my tongue up you?”

“Yes, please God, yes,” Ben begs.

Hearing his pretty voice, you have to oblige, licking a stripe up the side of his cock, before grabbing it, and wrapping your lips around the head.

“Fuck yes,” he grits out from behind his teeth.

You lick the head of his dick, before taking it in your lips again, and going down in one motion, taking it all in one go. His hips buck up again, and you gag slightly, but you push his hips back down, making sure he didn't do it again. You can feel the tears prick in the corners of your eyes as you come back up.

You pant slightly, and look at Ben pointedly. He gives you a look of 'sorry’, but throws his head back as you grab his cock again in one hand.

“Look at me,” you say, and he does, moving his head back to see what you're going to do next.

You grab the lube sitting out on the bedside table, and pour a little out on your fingers. You rub them together to make it just a little warmer, but that didn't usually work. You knew first hand. You press your finger's to Ben's hole, and trace around it. His cock jumps against his stomach, and you laugh slightly at him.

“Come on, just-” He cuts himself off with a loud moan as you insert your fingers inside him, and starts scissoring him open. You push into him again, and he gasps. You just sit there for a moment, your fingers resting inside him, and he rolls his hips. “Please, please I want- I need more!”

You comply, pushing a third finger inside of him, and stretching him further. You make sure not to go too fast, you don't want anything to break, but just enough where it just feels so good. For both of you.

You feel yourself brush against something, and Ben's back arches off the bed, his cock springing up as he lets out a loud moan. He flops back down panting, and you touch it again. You gives out another pretty moan, and you lean forwards, pressing your lips to his while you're still inside him.

“Does that feel good?” You ask against his soft lips.

“Yes, yes, yes!” He says, bucking his hips up to feel that same feeling again.

“Do you want to come?” You ask, and he nods. You grab his cock and he gasps, screwing his eyes shut.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!”

You start moving your hand at the same time as you pump his dick, and you kiss him again, pulling on his lip as he just pants into your mouth. You feel him muttering curse words against your lips, and you smile, kissing him to silence him.

You brush against his prostate one last time, and you feel his body tense for just a moment, before he lets out a loud scream, and his body goes slack. You feel his cum on your hand, and on his stomach as you pull your fingers out of him. You kiss him again, slowly this time, and get off, looking at your handiwork.

You realize you love seeing him unraveled, laying on the bed, his own cum mixing with his sweat on his stomach. You look down and see his hole leaking lube, staining the bed sheets below it.

You fall back onto the bed and kiss Ben's shoulder, and laugh at his shocked, and totally blissed out expression. You kiss his bare arm and whisper against it, “Happy Birthday.”

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x male!reader #queen #queen x reader #my work #My writing

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thehermitsaltar · 2 years

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𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Can’t Help Falling in love

Pie’s

𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥

1970

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Wampa Soup

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 —

— 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅

How do you feel about dogs?

Cold Corpse

“Person A and Person B assembling furniture together”

Corpse x Male reader

— 𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑵𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓

New Years Eve

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

Unus Annus

Ethans cute tbh

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

— 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓

E-plier x male reader

“You’re here late.”

Yancy x male reader

— 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏

“Male reader x Robb Stark Christmas?”

cold mornings

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

Robb reassuring a male reader who’s insecure abt how chubby he is

Baby Wolf

"I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

Fever

Richard likes The Beatles

Richard dating someone with a kid

“Please don’t do this.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

— 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑬𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏

It’ll be okay

Wanna, like- Imean, if you're not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?"

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”

— 𝐁𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐲

— 𝑱𝒐𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒍𝒐

“Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it”

angst blurb where pat Murray gets into an argument with his bf

20 and 28 for the meet cute

“Against a wall” (NSFW)

“Face-fucking” (NSFW)

“Oral giving” (NSFW)

“How they are as a dad”

— 𝐺𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑚 𝐿𝑒𝑒

“Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows.”

— 𝐵𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑦

(NSFW)

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” (NSFW)

“They caught you when you slipped on ice and nearly fell over.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“You both go to the counter, having the same type of coffee called for pick-up. “

#adam driver #Pedro Pascal #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #ben hardy #taron egerton #Richard Madden #ethan nestor #corpse husband #x male reader #male reader #masterlist

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ficnation · 3 years

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Chapter 1: The Red Devils

Series: Way Down We Go // Season 1

Word count: 3052

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Female! Reader (later on, main, slow burn); Shane Walsh x Reader; male OC x Reader (unrequited)

Warnings: usual twd themes (e.g. descriptive gore, death, use of weapons, violence), bank robbery, mentions of vomiting

A/n: I was so excited to get back to writing that I decided to start a new series and this is what I came up with. Also huge thanks to twdeadlysins for beta-reading and helping me name this chapter and brainstorming with me! She’s honestly amazing <3 I hope you like this series! Please don’t forget to tell me your thoughts in the comments.

my amazing beta: @twdeadlysins

*my own aesthetic* // *twd universe doesn't belong to me, but the original characters do*

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

☁ 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

☁ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☁

It was a hot summer day, and even though you enjoyed this season, the heat was almost unbearable. You trailed behind your coworkers, following their steps past the bribed security guards and straight into the building of one of Atlanta’s biggest banks. The air conditioner cooled your skin immediately, making you sigh in content. The capacious space was relatively empty, except for your group of five and the few people working there. Sasha stopped in her tracks, turning in your direction with a quiet whistle that echoed through the room before fading away into silence. You couldn’t see her face because of the red devil masks your group had to wear to prevent anyone from recognizing you.

“Isn’t it weird that there’s no one here?” the woman asked, her smoky voice reaching your ears in a hushed whisper.

“Don’t you watch TV?” Demy replied with another question, toying with his phone.

You tapped your feet in boredom, looking past his shoulder at the device in his hand, monochromatic images from security cameras flashing on the screen. The blue-eyed boy pushed your head away with a laugh.

“Not really, I prefer books,” Sasha responded to his question, shrugging. She pulled the tall man standing in front of you three in her direction. “Hey, Levi. You watch TV?”

The brunet man turned around with a look of pure annoyance sparking in his grey eyes that were barely visible from beneath the mask. He grabbed the hand that Sasha placed on his shoulder and twisted her arm behind her back harshly. The woman whined in pain when her bones cracked on the verge of breaking. She tried to pull her arm away from his grip to no avail. A warning growl left Levi’s lips before he released the curly-haired woman.

“What the fuck, Levi?” she snapped at him.

You stepped between the two of them, your glare boring into the brunet’s skull. Demy looked at Sasha to make sure she was okay before leaving the three of you, avoiding conflict like always. Sasha nodded at you, massaging her arm with her healthy hand. You were sure she'd wake up tomorrow with bruises decorating her light brown skin. Sasha sent a hateful glare in Levi’s direction, sidestepping him and continuing the trek to her assigned position.

“We’re in the middle of robbing a bank, for fuck’s sake. And you stopped to ask me if I watch TV?” The tall man called after her before disappearing around the corner to find Demy.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” Todd said, stopping in one place, fuming.

You looked around the hall to find the reason for his anger. Sasha wasn’t at her assigned position, she was nowhere to be seen. A loud growl reached your ears, and before you could react, one of the bulky security guards that were supposed to watch your backs threw himself at you and Todd. You landed on the beige tiles, your head hitting the floor with a thud. Anguish sinking into your skull, your head throbbed painfully when you tried to move. You opened your eyes wide, panic rising in your chest when the only thing you could see was red, the devil mask fully blocking your vision. You ripped it off your face, throwing it aside. A sticky substance surrounded your hand, painting your skin crimson, but you were too in shock to find its source.

Another snarl sounded from behind you. Your head whipped around, your gaze meeting the guard that attacked you and your coworker. You immediately noticed his dead eyes fogged with milky white color. Blood dripped down his chin from the chunk of flesh his mouth chewed on. You scrambled away from him in panic, a blood-curdling scream involuntarily escaping your lips. The flesh-hungry man looked up at you for a second before returning his attention to the spasming person by his feet.

Your eyes searched the room for Levi, Demy, or Sasha, but the only people in the hall were you, the guard, and a writhing corpse lying beside him. The dead person’s clothes looked familiar, and when your orbs traveled up to its face, you noticed the red devil mask. Another scream left your mouth, gaining the attention of the murderous security guard. His head whipped in your direction before he lurched towards you, causing the human meat drenched in saliva to fall from his lips onto the tiles. You backed away quickly, too scared to even think about standing up and running away from the crime scene.

When your back hit the wall fear paralyzed your entire brain, you couldn’t think nor move. You were screwed. He was so close to you that you could smell the odor of rotting flesh coming from his body. His reeking breath puffed over your face, his blood-stained teeth barely inches away from sinking into your skin. You closed your eyes, ready for death that was coming closer with every passing second. Tears streamed down your face, washing away the blood that you accidentally smeared on your cheek.

You didn’t want to die, not without making sure that your brothers were okay. You’ve never wanted to be back in the small town you grew up in as much as in this moment. The trailer park you hated your whole childhood was a better place to die than the enormous empty bank you found yourself in. You wished you could go back and change your mind about leaving for Atlanta. Sharing a tiny room with your brothers for the rest of your life was better than dying here completely alone, eaten by a cannibal.

Before the blood-thirsty guard could bury his teeth in your shoulder, you heard a gunshot, and the man slumped to the floor. Your eyes shot open in surprise. You inspected the corpse quickly, seeing the circular wound on his forehead. Someone called your name, but the voice was distorted by the deafening ringing in your ears. You hit your head with your fists in desperation, trying to make it stop. Delicate hands caught your arms before you could hurt yourself again. You looked up in alarm, instantaneously recognizing the familiar face.

“Baby, please, we gotta get out of here!” Sasha pleaded. “There’s more of them. We don’t have any time to waste.” She grabbed one of your arms and threw it over her shoulders, passing you her gun. “I’ll focus on getting us out of here. You shoot when you see one of them,” the woman explained in a calm voice.

You opened your lips slightly, trying to ask about the wellbeing of the rest of your group, but the only thing that left your mouth was a tremulous breath, so you had to settle on a grateful nod. The woman started walking towards the back exit. You followed her, almost tripping over your own feet.

“Steady,” Sasha encouraged you. “Demy and Levi are waiting for us in the car, but I don’t trust them. I think they’ll bolt if we take too long. God, what if they decided not to wait for us? We won’t make it out of Atlanta without the car. I knew I should’ve let Demy go after you instead of me,” she rambled when the nerves finally got to her. Her lips trembled at the possibility that the men left you behind.

“Don’t overthink.” The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them, making Sasha look at you in pure shock.

“You can talk!” She grinned at you, pushing forward with newfound energy.

You rolled your eyes at her childish behavior, but you couldn’t really complain. Before you could let out an exasperated sigh, you found yourself in a corridor littered with unmoving corpses. Some of them slumped by the walls, others laying across the floor. Their open eyes were fogged by a milky-white color, they looked exactly like the cannibal guard’s orbs. You looked around, your gaze searching every single dead person for red devil masks. You pushed your body away from Sasha, your outstretched hands holding the gun she gave you in a tight grip, ready to shoot.

Sasha gasped behind you. “Oh my- I think I’m gonna throw up,” she said, turning away from the dreadful sight, heaving. The woman rested her palms on her knees in a hunched over position, quietly counting to ten.

You patted her back reassuringly before taking a careful step forward, barely avoiding stepping on someone’s hand. You treaded cautiously between the dead people laying across the floor, doing everything in your power to not trip over their stretched out limbs. The heavy exit door at the end of the hallway creaked, attracting your attention. Your hands gripped the weapon harder, your knuckles going pale with the pressure.

“Hey, get a move on!” The door was pushed open, and Demy’s face greeted you from behind it. His dorky smile made you grin. The blue-eyed boy waved you over excitedly. “Come on, Levi has the money!”

Sasha glared at him. “Are you stupid?! How can you be so happy when everyone in this building is dead?!” she snapped at the boy, her voice harsh and slightly confused.

Demy blushed in embarrassment for choosing this moment to show how excited he was about the money Levi successfully stole. “Sorry, Sasha,” he apologized shamefully.

You ran past him out of the door, making sure to nudge him in the side with your elbow before you jumped into the passenger seat of the red Dodge Challenger Levi parked right by the exit.

“Of course, she took the passenger seat,” Demy murmured, climbing into the back seat with Sasha on his tail. You stuck your tongue at him, kicking your legs up on the dashboard.

“Great, the family’s together. Let’s go,” Levi said, starting the car.

“Wait! Where’s Todd? We can’t leave him behind!” Demy protested, noticing that the last member of your group is missing.

“He’s-”

“He’s dead,” you interrupted Sasha. “The security guard bit him. He probably bled out.” The pair in the backseat stared at you in awe, the information you passed to them not as interesting, as the fact that you just spoke to them more than two words.

“Don’t be idiots, of course, she can talk,” the brunet spat out, patting your thigh.

His piercing grey eyes met yours for a quick second. Levi knew you could understand him without words because both of you preferred to keep your feelings to yourself. He wanted to tell you that he’ll always be there if you need to talk about Todd’s death and that it was okay for you to stay silent even in this situation. You turned away from him with a smile, aimlessly staring at the window.

Levi drove the car out of the back alley, entering the main street, but the sight of the blocked road made him hit the brakes. He cursed under his nose as he rolled down the window on his side and stuck his head outside to look around.

“We’re fucking blocked,” the man spat out, hitting the steering wheel in anger. A sickeningly loud beep from the car horn pierced the air.

“Guys, did you notice that these cars are empty?” Demy asked, leaning forward to look between you and Levi.

You peered at the cars crowding the street. They were definitely abandoned. Some doors were left open, letting random stuff spill out of them as if someone didn't have time to pick it up. You noticed that bags and suitcases made up a big part of them.��

Levi nudged you with his elbow. “I think they were running away from something,” he noted. You confirmed his thoughts with a short nod. The real question was, what were they running away from?

“SHIT! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT!” Sasha yelled in frustration. “What the actual fuck is going on here?!”

“Can you save the tantrums for later?” Demy stared at the front window focused, before freezing in his seat, fear flashing through his eyes. “Bozhe moy… I’ll see you in hell, guys.” Before any of you could do anything, the lanky boy bolted through the door, running back to the alley you came from.

“DEMY, YOU FUCKING COWARD!” Sasha called after him in desperation. She searched beneath the seats for a second before a realization dawned on her. “I think he took the money,” she ground out.

“I knew this brat would do something like this.” Levi groaned, his brows creased in disbelief.

“Sly motherfucker,” you whispered under your breath, narrowing your eyes at the crowd of people stumbling past the cars like mindless animals. “Get out of the car!” you yelled abruptly, slamming the door open and leaving the vehicle in a hurry.

Your coworkers followed you at full throttle, abandoning the Dodge Challenger. The three of you observed the crowd for a short minute, crouching beside the car. The growling swarm of people already getting closer and closer.

“Why are they stumbling?” Sasha whispered to you, squinting her russet brown eyes to survey the crowd.

“I think Demy knows something we don’t,” Levi said suddenly. Still in a crouch, he moved to the trunk and swiftly popped it open.

“Why ain’t we running?” Sasha asked impatiently.

If these people were anything like the security guard that murdered Todd, you didn’t want to find yourself surrounded by them. The realization hit you like a truck, the foggy eyes, their craving for human flesh. They weren’t people, not anymore. Your instinct kicked in, screaming in your head to run and don’t let those things catch you, and that’s exactly what you decided to do. Without wasting another second, you dashed back to the alley where Demy disappeared. Your coworkers followed after you, cursing.

You ran past the opened metal gate, looking around for anything that indicated where Demy disappeared. Levi and Sasha caught up to you, panting. The tall man gripped a black zipped bag in his hand.

“What’s in the bag?” the brown-eyed woman asked, looking at him in curiosity. “Money?” You involuntarily snorted at her comment.

“Guns. Now shut up and help me find this coward.” The brunet looked around the alley for any clues that’d tell you where the boy went.

The alley you stood in was surrounded by two high buildings. The bank and a museum that you never bothered to visit. Since there were no windows or doors to get into the second building, you could only speculate that Demy returned to the bank. With the corpses pooling in the hallway to the back door and the dead cannibal guard that killed Todd and then jumped on you, ready to sink his teeth in your skin, you didn’t think it was safe to go back there.

“Up.” Sasha pointed to a fire escape attached to the museum’s wall leading straight to the rooftop. You nearly facepalmed yourself. This was Demy you were talking about. The boy was smarter than the three of you combined.

“No time to waste,” Levi stated, hearing the loud groans of the crowd you left behind. He jumped up to reach the ladder before climbing up, not looking at the two of you even once.

“Asshole,” Sasha spat out, hoisting herself up and following his steps.

You looked at the metal gate for a second, hearing the crowd getting even closer. You stepped up to the ladder and jumped up to reach it, but your fingers barely grazed the metal. The mindless people stumbled through the open gate, groaning loudly. There were hundreds of them, baring their teeth at your sight. Their greyish arms were outstretched in your direction, ready to rip you apart.

You jumped up again, trying to grab the ladder in desperation, but the metal bars slipped past your fingers. “No, no, no!”

You weren’t as tall as your companions, and there was no way you could reach the fire escape. It’d only be possible if someone pulled you up. You looked at the crowd. They were only a few feet away from you now, you didn’t have much time. You gazed at the fire escape. Levi already disappeared from your view, and Sasha was hoisting herself up on the rooftop’s half-wall. Her brown eyes traveled to your silhouette for a second. She shook her head, seeing the situation you found yourself in. The woman turned around, her brown curls whipping with the sudden movement before she disappeared from your view.

“Don’t leave me!” you called after her, but she didn’t come back.

They left you there to die. But you weren’t going to give them that satisfaction. You turned around and darted towards the bank, barely escaping the agitated monsters’ fingers. You slammed through the door with a grunt, your shoulder hitting the metal painfully. Without any time to waste, you ran down the corridor jumping over the dead bodies. The main hall wasn’t too far away. The entrance there was your only chance to escape. You could only pray these things weren’t waiting for you there.

Panting from the exhaustion, you reached the spacious hall. The monsters swarmed the corridor you ran out of, pushing each other out of the way to get to you. They were right behind you. Ten more seconds of hesitation and they’d get a grip on you. You pushed the door closed, blocking their way. The hungry creatures slammed against the door, making you grunt with their force. You weren’t as strong as them. There was no way you could stop them from pushing the door open. You had to make a run for it. It was your only way out.

You counted to ten in your head, seeing these things’ fingers sliding through the narrow gap at the bottom of the door. They pushed against the wooden surface with such a force that before you got to ten, they overpowered you. The door behind you slammed open, and you dashed forward, almost tripping over Todd’s body. You ran for the entrance as fast as your feet let you. The glass door welcomed you to the outside world.

You left the bank behind, running through the streets in search of a car that wasn’t completely blocked. You had to find Daryl and Merle, no matter what. They were your only family and the only people that’d never leave you behind.

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akindofmagic-inmylife · 4 years

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Which trope irritates you the most or you think is just plain ridiculous?

I’ll start

It’s when rude!guy is getting physically aggresive with female!protagonist at her place of work or somewhere public and male!protagonist gets into fisticuffs with rude!guy (for being rude duh!) yet somehow female!protagonist gets mad at male!protagonist (??????) for making a scene because she apparently had it “under control” even though rude!guy almost practically had her in a chokehold or something

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supercap2319 · 3 months

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"So, what do you think of the Institute, baby bro?" Peter teased. He ruffled Y/N's hair as the other male slapped his hands away.

"Please don't call me that here. It's embarrassing." Y/N said.

"But you are my baby brother, and I want everyone to know it."

"Shouldn't you be bugging Scott or something?"

"I was, but Xavier told me I had to give my annoying brother a tour of the school." Peter grins. Y/N flipped him off.

They walked towards the gardens, and that's when Y/N caught sight of golden blonde hair in the afternoon sun. He was handsome. Tall. Blue-eyed. God, he was hot looking. Peter followed his gaze and frowns.

"Who's he?" Y/N asked.

"Warren. Warren Worthington the Third. Don't even think about it, Y/N." Peter warns.

"Too late. I want him." Y/N smiled as Warren waved at them.

#ben hardy #Ben Hardy x male reader #warren worthington iii #Warren Worthington III x male reader #angel #angel x male reader #peter maximoff #x men comics #xmen

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bluesfortheredj · 4 years

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The Talk.

Talk of an STD and a little bit of depression ahead. No male named, so will tag all those I write for.

His fingertips glide over the warm skin of your neck, making their way down from your jaw to your shoulder, then he slips your vest and bra straps down to your arm while his tongue swirls around yours tantalisingly slowly. Your hands move from his waist to slip their way up the front of his shirt and eventually clasp together at the back of his neck. The kiss had made your mind go completely blank, but as soon as you feel your other straps fall from your shoulder you’re snapped back to reality with a gasp that breaks you from his lips all too suddenly.

“I can’t,” you breathe, letting go of him immediately and pulling your straps back into position, “I really can’t.”

“Do you not want to be with me?” he asks with a slightly furrowed brow.

“I do! I really do, trust me. But I can’t.”

“What do you mean by can’t? Talk to me, (Y/N), please,” he begs.

This wasn’t the first time you’d almost got caught up in the moment, it was so easily done; especially when he caressed your face so sweetly with his slender fingers while his lips left a trail of fire down the side of your neck. You’d always managed to stop in time though, but you knew your excuses were wearing thin and the truth would have to come out one day, and it was looking as though today would be it. Tears were already building up in your eyes and you knew you couldn’t sob your way through this difficult conversation; he needed to hear every detail loud and clear. No other relationship had got this far because you’d been quick to end things before the need for this conversation would arise, yet things were so different with him, and you hadn’t been able to do your usual dump and run.

“How about you go and sit in the living room and I’ll get us a cup of tea, yeah?” he questions desperately, trying to get you to stay instead of run judging by the terrified look in your eyes.

You nod slowly, “yeah, okay.”

He walks down the hallway, the two of you only reaching the bottom of the stairs anyway, and you watch him until he’s out of sight before sighing and making your way into the lounge and perching yourself on the edge of his sofa. It’s the longest five minutes of your life as you await his entrance and he can’t help but give you a smile when he sees you practically ready to run at the drop of a hat.

“You can sit back and make yourself comfortable,” he encourages softly, “it’s okay.”

“Oh… yeah,” you reply nervously as you shuffle yourself backwards.

“Where would you be comfortable with me sitting?”

“Uh… probably the other end?”

“Right,” he nods, stepping back after placing your tea down on the coffee table in front of you and settling into the opposite corner of the sofa.

There’s a long pause as you think carefully about how to say what you need to without bursting into tears or making a run for the front door to avoid it altogether, and your gaze alternates from him to your cup, then finally to your hands that are fiddling with the inner seam of your jeans anxiously.

“I… I don’t really know how to say this… I’ve never had to do this before… I’ve never come this far in a relationship because I’ve been so scared of this conversation.”

He nods slowly, unsure of whether to say anything or not.

“With you though, it’s different, and no matter how much I didn’t want to face this, I couldn’t bring myself to leave you.”

“Well that’s a relief,” he chuckles.

“I wouldn’t say that just yet; you haven’t heard what I have to tell you.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“You’re going to hate me,” you say, inhaling a sob that was threatening to escape as you reach for your cup.

From the corner of your eye you can see him moving to reach out for you, “no, please, don’t,” you say as you put your free hand up to stop him, “please.”

“Okay,” he whispers, knowing this must be serious.

The hand that lifts your cup shakes as it makes its way to your lips and you take a tentative sip of the hot drink before returning it to the coaster for fear of spilling it onto your lap. You take a deep breath and close your eyes as if you’re about to dive into a pool, then the words that had never left your mouth before suddenly come tumbling out in three quick bursts, “I’ve got herpes.”

You hold your breath and clench your fists as if bracing for impact with your eyes squeezed tightly shut, and your body is completely frozen in place while you wait for some sort of reaction; him getting as far away from you as possible, him grimacing at the thought of you, him shouting at you to get out of his house… the possibilities were endless. It must be only thirty seconds until you feel him moving along the cushions and pressing his body against your side as he wraps an arm around your tense figure, yet it feels like forever, and you’re still unsure as to whether you should relax or not.

“Talk to me,” he encourages softly.

You shrug him off as carefully as you can then huddle against the arm of the sofa until he backs away a little and gives you some space, then you cuddle your cup in your lap and keep your eyes fixed on the liquid inside it as you bite back tears.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you eventually reply, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Talk me through what happened,” he whispers, “you seem to expect me to be horrified at this revelation; why?”

“Because I was when it happened. I felt sick constantly, I was disgusted by myself, it made me feel dirty and repulsive, and…” you pause as you shudder at all those thoughts that had invaded your mind all those years ago, “…it was only the second person I’d ever slept with, despite what this sort of thing connotes. He went down on me, there was nothing visible around his mouth, but when I was diagnosed it was confirmed it was the oral type.”

You have to stop as a sob erupts and the first tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

“When I told him he said he couldn’t see how it was him,” you scoff, remembering how hurt you’d felt when he accused you of lying, “as if I’d lie! Absolute bastard.”

“Oh, (Y/N),” he sighs, reaching out to your back and stroking it gently.

“Then when I confided in a couple of close friends I had one say ‘why don’t you just get with him, then it doesn’t matter?’ and the other who was male said ‘it’s a shame we can’t mess around now’,” you laugh through the tears before returning your cup to the table and dropping your face into the palms of your hands as you heave out one long sob.

He can’t hold himself back any longer and he leans forward to wrap his arms around your shaking body so he can then pull you back to rest against his chest while he lets himself fall against the back cushion, “it’s okay,” he soothes while he runs his fingers through your hair, “shhh. I hope you’re not friends with those people any more.”

You shake your head and he nods in approval, “good!”

“I won’t blame you if you never want to see me again,” you mumble, “I won’t mind if you want me to leave.”

“Leave?!” he laughs, “what are you on about?! Do you really think I’d chuck you out just because of this?”

You lift yourself off of his torso but still avoid any eye contact with him, “I would if I were you. You don’t have to deal with this if you don’t want to; it’s my problem.”

“First off it’s not a problem, and secondly you’re meant to share things when you’re with someone, so anything that’s bothering you is our thing to sort out, okay?”

“You’re being too nice. You can’t say this hasn’t changed how you think about me though, and I understand that you won’t want to touch me; I felt exactly the same. I was scared of my own body for so long, it took me years to build up the courage to touch myself after everything.”

“(Y/N),” he exhales sadly, “I’m not scared, and the only way it’s changed how I think about you is that now I know exactly how strong you are. I’m a little intimidated in all honesty!”

“Don’t be silly,” you scoff, then wipe your face with your hands, “can I use your bathroom?”

“You don’t need to ask. Of course you can.”

You scurry out of the room, still feeling those old emotions laying heavy on your shoulders at your admission, and as soon as you shut and lock the door to the bathroom behind you, you let out heaving sobs as your hands grip the sides of the sink. The shame, the sensation of dirtiness, the thoughts of self loathing all come rushing to the surface so quickly you feel as though you’re about to vomit. You manage to lift your eyes to the small mirror on the windowsill in front of where you’re standing and you immediately see a different person to the one you were expecting to see; you’re older now, stronger than what you’d been when it happened, and the changes in your face only reminded you how far you’d come since then. You take a deep breath before grabbing some loo roll and dabbing your eyes, then you click open the lock of the door and open in slowly. When you get to the living room he’s sitting there with his phone in his hand, his eyes fixed on the screen as his thumb scrolls.

“Did you know that around 70% of people have herpes but only about one in three will have symptoms?” he asks, his eyes not straying from the device, “so I could have it and not even know… plus apparently shedding of the virus decreases after time and after two years and barely any flare ups you hardly shed any of it, so the risk of passing it on is pretty minimal.”

“Yeah… I did know actually.”

“Shit, of course you did. That was stupid of me to say, I’m sorry. I’m just reading up, that’s all, and honestly none of this matters to me…” he pauses as he watches your face carefully and lowers his phone, “but I have a feeling that it’s not really the virus that’s the problem… it’s what it represents in your mind, right?”

You nod in reply; he was completely right and it had taken opening up to someone for you to realise it. There was absolutely nothing wrong with having herpes, you were one of millions, but the stigma and sequence of events that had played out during your time of being diagnosed was what had made you so terrified about admitting it.

“I’m really sorry,” you sigh, suddenly embarrassed about getting so worked up about it all, “that was more than a little dramatic.”

“Don’t be sorry! I’m honoured to be the first, and hopefully only, romantic partner you tell so of course it would be an emotional roller coaster for you. Don’t beat yourself up for feeling things so deeply, especially with everything that went on at the time and the shitty people you had around you,” he stands from the sofa and holds his arms out, “now will you please come here so I can hug you without you trying to escape me?”

You let out a short laugh at his question, “I think I can manage that.”

He leans his cheek against your hair as his arms envelop you into a tight embrace, “so… uh… when we do, y’know, I think you’re going to have to demonstrate what you like. I don’t wanna do it wrong after you having perfected it over the last few years.”

You lean away from him to see his face now slightly flushed, “I’m sure you don’t need any… oh! Right,” you chuckle, realising that he wanted to see you pleasure yourself, “I’m sure that won’t be a problem.”

“I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself though,” he winks, giving your bum a quick squeeze.

You smile up at him then bury your face into his neck as you resume the much needed cuddle and he sighs contentedly as his arms hold your now calm body.

#gwilym lee x reader #ben hardy x reader #taron egerton x reader #richard madden x reader #imagine #fanfiction #male insert x reader

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zwiezraczek · 4 years

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Hello! It’s been a while, but I’d like to request a continuation for my request before. I loved the way you wrote about them bonding over parkour. So maybe this time y/n gets hurt on a job and starts doubting his abilities and Four comforts him.

Right Now [Blurb] [y/n=he/him]

Part 1: Happily

Note: I spent waaay to much time on this, I’m sorry as I messaged you! And it’s always a pleasure to write he/him y/n it changes a bit and it’s comforiting and I like it, I won’t lie about it! Thank you for your request!

You couldn't help but remember the words he said to you during that night, as you were laying in your bed, facing the ceiling of this cheap motel One found for you all until you could be back in the desert. “I just thing we have something,” resonating in your head as your dizzy mind tried to take off the smile on your face. It was useless, because you could still feel the brush of his hand against yours as he walked you to your hotel room, and waited until you entered your room. You thought it was surreal, all of this. You didn't know if it all was meant to be, how everything would unravel, but for the moment all you knew was that his smile was on your mind, along with his eyes glistening in the pale moonlight. Everything was new to you.

It all began softly, with his hand brushing against yours when the squad meet in the dinning room of the motel, while One explained how much you had accomplished last night an how much he hated to be left alone in his room while everyone was having a blast downtown – including you, hermits, he precised – and almost pulled out a presentation on what he should be involved in this kind of group project. A presentation, no one properly listened to. And you particularly, looking at Four who smiled every time he caught you looking at him. At the beginning, you thought that all of this was a fever dream, probably only your fever dream, and that all that had happened on the night before was forgettable. But it wasn't, as the butterflies' wings tickled your stomach when he gently put his hand on your shoulder while entering the room. To be quite honest, you couldn't find sleep after you woke up early, and you could count on Five's company while being awake, both of you having a small discussion around a cup of coffee.

And it was all about the small attentions he gave you, these small friendly gestures that meant a lot to you at that very moment. His head on your shoulder when he was falling asleep at the back of the car – and you knew that he used to sleep often on Seven's shoulder – and clinging a little more onto your arm while asleep in this uncomfortable position, and his hair tickling the tip of your nose everytime you turned around to look at Seven sitting on the opposite side while he spoke to you. It was all about the moment you locked eyes during a mission and you understood where he wanted to go, it was the times he caught you and told that he would never let you go, it was when after a mission he offered you a cup of coffee and you gladly accepted, and it was, one time, the soft kiss on the cheek. An attention you didn't know you needed until it happened. A delight for your mind and soul, something new – the feel of being loved by one.

The reality caught you pretty quickly. Sadly.

Unhappily for the squad, a mission was waiting for you around the corner. It jumped out of nowhere, not from the rooftops but from a strange place as One stormed into the place you were hiding during the past few weeks before you could make your way towards the desert – a long way home.

“We must go,” he sharply said as he began to gather all the important papers he had in some of the drawers. Everybody looked at him, not knowing what to do, except for Two who immediately began to pack her things.

“Grab all your important belongings and all that can lead them to us,” she added while packing before throwing a bag into Three's hands. “Now.”

They all nodded, and you were just left behind. Of course you knew that living like this meant being in a constant fear, in constant moving – an you liked it – but experiencing a police chase so close was scarier than intended. Your hands were shaking much more than when you were on a mission, grabbing your bag and trying to sort out everything that you would need or not. Four threw something at you, you caught it quickly and put it into your backpack, before turning around. It was the moment of splitting – just like the Scooby gang, One once commented.

“By all means, we'll meet under the great bridge of the town in one hour, right enough to let the police wander all around town in order to chase us, all panic-stricken. We're waiting five minutes before we leave,” One precised and the sirens began to hurl outside. “Have faith, it won't be the first time we're going to split. Especially you Eight, boy, it won't be the first time for sure.”

It was just scarier than you imagined, jumping from roof to roof, all by yourself, knowing well that the police was looking for you, and Four. You were more afraid of losing him than being caught yourself. And that was probably what made you so inattentive. You heard sirens again, you weren't far enough of the place where you were all hiding. Shit. You turned around, and began to run to lose them. But they were way quicker than you, and you had to lay it low. You had only thirty minutes to join the squad, otherwise you were fucked, and on your own. Especially right now. And in the rush, you tripped over a bar, and felt your ankle cracking like pop corn in a microwave. It didn't hurt, the adrenaline rushing through your veins didn't allow you to fear it more than you feared the police, and from the ground you rose, running more and more, taking different paths and dark alleys until you saw the bridge. But also the police, right in front of you, looking for you. And they saw you, you knew it. You were so close, yet so far from your final destination, but you had to made it. You knew that the squad wouldn't let you down, you hoped so, Four shouldn't let you down. So you ran, trying to outsmart the police, and you knew that the squad was all there because the car began to race in front of your eyes, rolling towards the place where you could jump off safely before you all disappeared into a tunnel. It was the moment to run for your life, and their life. You hated yourself for bringing them this much attention – but at least you weren't late. Your ankle began to hurt again, but the pain slowly became unbearable. You prayed for Five to find a solution to this.

All you remembered from the moment you entered the car were shouting and One's voice as he cursed all over the place, as if it would make the situation better. As you entered the car, hissing in pain, Four immediately made some room for Five to go next to you, with all her medical supplies. But from her look, it wasn't as bad as it felt. You felt Four's hand grabbing yours from the back of the car; you couldn't see his face, but from his grip you knew he was worried. And it was all you remembered, the harsh words, the pain, and the sleep that Five put you in.

And then, the harsh fall.

It was going on forever inside your head: you had messed up. The whole mission was a failure because of you. You had to run away, to hide, an with your hurt ankle nothing was feeling good. You didn't feel like you belonged there anymore, and it was all that you were able to think about while sitting on the bed in the crappy hotel room you shared with Five for the moment. One's words were resonating in your head, and you only wanted to sleep, it was the only way to forget about all of this. Five often asked if you needed something, if you wanted something, but it made you feel more like a burden than anything, but it was nice from her. A knock on the door made you jump with surprise, still hugging your pillow. It was probably Five. You said to come in, and it wasn't her that opened the door. It was Four. Four whom you refused to see in the past few days while your ankle was still unwell. Four that apparently insisted on seeing you according to Five, but you refused. And now, he was standing right in front of you, looking at you with his puppy green eyes as you were miserably sitting there.

“How are you feeling,” he asked you and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Like shit,” you bluntly replied avoiding his eyes. “How would you feel if the mission was almost fucked up because of you?”

“It wasn't,” he calmly replied trying to reach out towards your hand, but you hid it under the blanket. “It wasn't your fault, okay?”

“It was, and I'm injured now and I can't do shit and I'm fucking useless,” your voice was shaking. You couldn't bring yourself to tell all of these things to Five, and especially not to One, but you knew that somehow Four was the right person to let all of this go.

“You're not useless, we've already had that talk Eight, and you know how important you are to the...”

“I don't care,” you blurted and he immediately stopped talking. Your eyes were watery as you already regretted yelling like this. “I'm sorry I... I shouldn't I just... I'm exhausted I can't do this anymore.”

And without any doubt, Four went up next to you, and then proceeded to hold you in his arms as you snuggled your head into his neck. Tears were already running on your cheeks, and his soft whispers were calming you down. It felt like home again, it felt safe for a minute. It felt as if nothing else mattered at that point, nothing else than you and him. His gentleness made your heart bounce harder and harder inside your chest, and your tears were slowly replaced by an overwhelming feeling of love. He kissed your forehead then. Gently and softly.

“Thank you for bearing with me even when I'm... Basically the worst,” you managed to say, your voice still weak.

“I'll bear with you forever Eight, no matter what. And never doubt in yourself, because I see how talented you are and how much you want to do the right thing. We don't care about what others think, you saved their asses a countless number of times, they can save your ass once. And they'll have to, otherwise they'll lose us both.”

You looked right into his eyes. It was like seeing a countless number of stars shining inside of them, a beautiful galaxy of emotions staring at you, with passion, with love, with everything. It probably was the best moment for your lips to meet, as he slowly lowered his head and his lips reached yours. It was a soft first kiss. It wasn't anything passionate, but it felt like an infinite number of blankets covering your body and keeping you warm, as if butterflies surrounded you and sheltered you with their wings. It felt like love, and you weren't ready to give up on it.

“Don't ever doubt yourself,” he whispered against your lips.

“I won't,” you softly replied.

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thosequeenboys · 4 years

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A Lesson in Studly

“And then you have Ben. Oh, and he’s looking great. He’s looking studly, you know, with his little pursed lips...”

—Joe Mazzello (X)

Right photo credit: @enjoytwt (x)

Photo Design: @warriorteam1924 (Thanks, Darling, for beautifully creating my ‘one vision’)

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy x reader #x male reader #ben hardy fan fiction #hardzello #hardzzello #bohemian rhapsody

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twit-moonstar · 4 years

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Ben Hardy x Singer!Reader headcannons

N/A: Hi, this is my first time posting headcannons (or anything, really), so go easy on me. I wanted this to be longer but I ran out of ideas, lmao, if u want a second part I can write it , tho, just ask for it <3 comments, likes and reblogs are greatly apreciated!!

you have made a name for yourself acting in various tv shows, mostly as a guest actress, and some big movies

but as much as you love acting, your true passion was always singing, so you start writing and composing some songs

a year later, you’re looking for an actor to participate on your video

(you think you’ll get more attention to your music that way)

so one day you’re watching bohemian rhapsody with your friends and you observe ben carefully in every scene

he’s an great actor

(and v handsome, not that that matters…)

you ask your manager to contact him but ben seems a little reluctant to work on the video, so you decide to ask him personally

he accepts to have lunch with you

ben’s really nice and relaxed, funny even

tbh not something you really were expecting bc he was… well,, he was very good looking and had player a playboy rockstar recently

a part of you kind of expects that ben’s roles maybe were up his head but of you were really happy that he seemed to have his feet firmly planted on the ground

“why did you called me, y/n? not that i’m complaining”

“i’m going to be honest, ben, i haven’t seen all of your stuff, but i’ve seen you on bo rhap and you were great, so i’d really really like for you to, you know, act on my new video”

“you have any ideas on what do you want to film?”

“a few actually”

ben was impressed by your creativity and enthusiasm and passion

anyone would have said that he was looking at you with heart eyes but whatever

so he accepts

the two days of filming are quite fun and he gets to know you a little

also he’s kind of enamoured by… well, by you basically

and you keep in contact once you’re done through messages, some occasional dinner and sometimes calls

since the video hasn’t been released yet there’s some rumours you’re dating

(and i mean,, don’t you wish?)

but there’s a few leaked pics of you both on the set of the mv and you say it’s all for work so the rumor isn’t as strong as it was in the beginning

it’s strange to talk with him so much bc you met him only a month ago but some things just are meant to be and you don’t question your growing friendship with him

almost two months after the video for your single is released and it has ton of visits and comments, everyone is talking about you!!

(also some fans lowkey ship you with ben)

so one or two days after, ben calls you

“hey, what if we-uh-go to have dinner to celebrate?”

you’re kind of surprised by it tbh

“you know what? no, that’s a excuse. i’d like you to go on a date with me”

your smile is real big bc w o w ben’s asking you out and he sounds nervous and he’s so cute ohmygod

so,, date night,, he’s wearing a nice white shirt and jeans and it’s simple but he looks so good

and ben,, well, he’s enchanted by how beautiful you look

everything goes great, it feels like any other time you hanged out with him

except when he leaves you home bc instead of the usual timid kiss on the cheek, he whispers “can i kiss you?”

and you’re a little breathless bc he’s real close and his baby blue eyes are staring at you and you feel a little overwhelmed for the butterflies on your stomach

you can’t believe he’s making you feel BUTTERFLIES ON YOUR STOMACH like some teenager girl in love

ofc you say yes and he leans and cradles your face with his hands and connects your lips gently and it’s so sWEET UGH MY HEART

you never want to stop

sadly, he pulls away

“tonight was good. thank you” you say with a smile

is smile is just as big as yours. “it really was, wasn’t it? maybe we could repeat it”

this boy hasn’t come to play any game, huh?

“i’d like that. good night, ben”

“good night, y/n”

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x you #ben hardy x female reader #ben hardy x male reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy headcanon #ben hardy fanfiction

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