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[benhardyisdaddy]

must be a dream - part 1

MASTERLIST 

(this is my first ever 6U fic with billy so plz dont judge if its bad hahaha i hope u like it! ALSOOO i needed a last name for billy so i just used jones lolol okay byeeee) 

Word Count: 3,221

Description: what happens when you run into your “dead” boyfriend at the park?

“I love you.” 

Those three tiny words held so much meaning to you. Your boyfriend, Billy, made sure to constantly remind you of how much he loves… loved you. He always had a sweet, soft smile on his face when the words slipped from his lips. On this specific occasion, you were on your back with Billy’s bare chest pressed against yours. 

You’re both breathing heavily as your naked bodies are tangled together. Your hand was caressing his cheek as he moves his head to kiss your palm. You smile up at him as he stares into your eyes - his green orbs almost hypnotizing. He speaks those three words and you believe every ounce of it as your heart flutters. 

“I love you more.” you whisper back. 

He grins big and shakes his head. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his face falls as he fights back a wave of tears. He blinks them away, but not before you notice the change of expression. You knit your brows as you grab his face and make him look at you. 

“Hey,” you say softly. “What’s wrong?” 

Billy just forces a smile as he shakes his head. 

“I’m fine.” he says fast. 

He leans down and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him as he leaves tiny, gentle kisses all over your shoulder. He’s so warm and comforting - you don’t want him to get up. As if reading your mind, he sits up and sadly smiles. 

“I have to go.” he whispers. 

You shake your head fast and wrap your arms around him even tighter. You look pathetically sad as you whine. 

“No! Not yet! Maybe you can reschedule for tomorrow?” you ask with puppy dog eyes. 

It takes everything in Billy to not fall to his knees and do exactly as you say. You were his kryptonite, his weakness. He had done anything and everything for you - except this. 

“Baby,” he whispers. “I have to go. They’re… They’re waiting for me.”

You frown even harder as you slowly rub your hand up and down his arm. 

“I don’t want you to go.” you say quietly. 

His heart breaks right then and there. I don’t want to go either, he wants to say, but he doesn’t. 

“I hate that this is your job.” you say, referring to his heists. 

Billy takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes.

“I’ll be...fine.” he says hesitantly. 

“Promise?” you ask as you hold up your pinky finger. 

This was yours and Billy’s way of trust. You don’t ever, ever break a pinky swear. He started this when you first started dating and it’s stuck ever since. Billy opens his eyes and his voice gets stuck in his throat as he stares at your pinky. He tenses his jaw and slowly reaches his hand out. 

If he makes a promise, he’d break it. If he doesn’t make the promise, you’d know something was wrong. He takes in a deep breath as his pinky wraps around yours. You break out into a huge grin and his heart skips a beat. Remember this smile, he reminds himself. 

“Alright, you promised. You can’t break it now.” 

Billy tries to smile as he nods. You lean up and kiss him once more. He gives you a quick peck to your cheek as he jumps up from bed and starts getting around. You’re lying there with the sheet wrapped around you as you watch him. He slips his shoes on and he’s finished. He turns around to slowly look at you. He looks you up and down and wants to back out of everything right now. You just sweetly smile and sit up. 

“You better not forget to kiss me bye.” you tease. 

Billy swallows hard as he walks over to you. You’re smiling like a little kid as he bends down and cups your face. He kisses you, but this kiss is different. It’s slow and sweet as he savors every last ounce of it. He wants to remember what your lips feel like, taste like. He wants to remember how soft your skin felt on his fingers. He wants to remember what your slight moans sound like as the kiss deepens. He just wants to remember… Needs to remember. Billy leans away as he rests his forehead against yours. You graze your finger against his bottom lip as he smiles. 

“I have to go.” he whispers. 

“I know.” you whisper back. “Please be careful.” 

All he can do is tense his jaw and force a sweet smile as he nods. He stands back up and turns around as he walks to the front door. You’re still watching him sadly as he grabs his backpack and swings it on his shoulder. He opens the front door and steps out. He turns around to look back at you. A tear trickles down his cheek, but you don’t notice it. 

“I love you.” he says loudly, thankful that his voice didn’t crack. 

You place your hand over your heart and smile. 

“I love you more.” 

Billy then places his hand over his heart as well and smiles. He gives you a slight wink as he slowly shuts the door behind him. Once it’s closed, he walks away and leans against the wall. His eyes are squeezed closed as tears finally pour out. He tries to catch his breath as his body trembles. He wants to run back into the room with you, but he can’t. 

“It’ll get easier.” 

Billy looks up fast and takes in a sharp breath as One is stood in the hallway with sunglasses on. His voice is flat as he looks down at his watch and then back up. 

“Listen, can we please have this life changing moment while we walk to the car?” 

Billy walks past him and gives him a death glare. One just smiles as he follows behind him. 

“This better be fucking worth it.” hisses Billy. 

One takes in a deep breath and pats him on the back. 

“Watch.” 

***

10 Hours Later 

Billy isn't home yet and you were beside yourself. You had called everyone you knew and were pacing around your apartment and shaking like crazy. This wasn’t like him. He always came home when he promised you he would. This wasn’t like him. 

You were currently on the phone with the police as they were trying to calm you down. They tried telling you that maybe he was just late. Maybe he got caught up with something and forgot to call. You tried to file a missing persons report, but they wouldn’t allow you. He hasn’t been gone long enough. You were about to freak out on the woman over the phone, but she interrupted with an almost slight gasp. 

“Ma’am?” she asks fast. “Ma’am, was your boyfriend’s last name Jones? Billy Jones?” 

You freeze and your whole body begins to go numb. Your throat is dry as you just nod. You realize she can’t see you as you close your eyes and whisper. 

“Yes.” 

Your voice was so tiny. The woman just sighs and you can tell she’s about to say something that you don’t want to hear. 

“Miss y/l/n,” she starts with a sad voice. “Ma’am, we have a deputy dispatched and on his way to your home. Can you please stay on the line with me until he gets there?” 

“Why are cops coming over? Where’s Billy?” you shout. “How did you find out his last name!? Where’s Billy!?” you scream as your face turns red. 

Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at you door as a man yells out that it’s the police. You keep the phone on your ear as you walk over and look through the peephole. You slowly open the door and watch as two male cops looks beyond sad and distressed. 

“Miss y/l/n?” he asks with a soft voice. “I am so terribly sorry-” 

The cop didn’t even get to finish his sentence when suddenly the phone you’re holding slips from your hand and hits the floor. Your face is in complete shock as their voices become mere background noise. A loud buzzing fills your head as you feel like you can’t breathe. You take a few steps back and shake your head no. 

Suddenly, the word dead is all you hear and you snap. You cover your mouth with your shaky hands and allow tears to pour down. You squeeze your eyes shut as your knees give away. They buckle under you as you fall to them. You hunch over and wrap your arms around yourself. 

“No, no, no!” you scream out. 

The officers hurry to you and fall to their knees as they try to help. 

“Please, no!” 

It hurt. Every inch of your body… Your heart. It all throbbed. It was like a nightmare had come true. Billy’s dead, Billy’s dead, Billy’s dead. That’s the only thought racing through your mind. What you would do for another day with him. What you would do to feel his touch one more time. What you would do to just have him be okay.

***

1 Year and 3 Months Later

“Those disguises are fucking awful.” says Billy. 

The group was on a mission that happened to be back in his hometown. Everywhere he looks it reminds him of you. He’s been in an awful mood ever since they landed here. More hot headed than usual. He’s been drinking more and hoping it will help him not to be constantly reminded of you every waking second. He regrets what he did. He regrets faking his death. He regrets seeing his funeral and having to watch you catch your breath as you cry. He regrets leaving you. He hates himself for it and he always will.

He is now currently walking through a large park that the two of you always went to with Seven next to him. Seven’s been the only one to help him with everything. He hasn’t been on the team long, but Billy’s already so close to him. 

“Why is it that I get a costume and you don’t?” asks Seven to Billy. 

He just laughs and shrugs. 

“Guess One wants to utilize my good looks.” he jokes. 

The speaker in their ears crackle on as One speaks. 

“Excuse me, ladies? Can we please stay on track and, ya know, find the bad guys?” 

They both roll their eyes as they continue walking around a large fountain that’s in the middle of the park. 

“I don’t see any sign of them.” says Two through the earpiece. 

“Maybe they’re in horrible costumes too.” Three says snarky. 

“Four, you see anything? Anything that might even look weird or suspicious?” asks One. 

Billy shakes his head as he scans around some more. There’s a playground just beside him as he looks through it. He doesn’t spot who he needs to see. 

“No, I don’t see any-”

He freezes. 

“Four, you still there?” asks Five. 

Seven looks over to him confused. 

“Four, what’s wrong?” 

His eyes follow his line of sight and he freezes as well. He sees you. You’re at the playground with two other women. The three of you are laughing as you watch tiny kids run around. There’s a stroller perched in front of you as you look down in front of it and smile widely. You’re making silly faces as you bend down and slowly pick up a small baby in your arms. 

Billy stops breathing. The baby was six months old and had Billy’s identical green eyes and blonde hair. He swears up and down that she could be his twin. You hold the sweet baby close to you and kiss the top of her head. She’s laughing at you as you stand up with her. 

“Four,” Seven says fast. “We need to go. I know what you’re thinking. We need to go.” 

Billy can’t move. He’s in a trance as he watches you walk around and kiss the babies chubby cheeks. You look so happy with her. You’re still so beautiful and he wants to so badly rush over and hug you. You were just right there. So close, yet so far away. 

“What’s going on?” asks Two. 

“Yeah. Can someone keep the rest of us informed?” asks One. 

“It’s…” Seven trails off. “It’s her.” 

That’s all he has to say and they automatically know. 

“Get him out of there!” yells One. “Now!” 

“Come one, Four. We have to go!” 

Billy just keeps his eyes on you as Seven grabs his wrist and tries to drag him away. Billy’s not fighting him, but he’s still frozen in place. Suddenly, you spot the movement from the corner of your eye as you turn with a smile still on your face. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the two men that are staring your way. 

At first, you’re a bit worried by it, but suddenly… Suddenly, your eyes land on Billy. Your smile falls as your eyes lock. You feel like you can’t breath as you just stare at him. You’re dreaming, you tell yourself. You’re just imagining it. That’s not really him. You blink a few times and open your eyes once more. He’s still standing there. You take a step forward and find yourself breathing hard. 

“Billy?” you whisper. 

“Four, we have to go!” harshly whispers Seven. 

“Four, I swear to god, if you get caught, I will kill you myself!” shouts One in the earpiece. 

“I have a baby…” whispers Billy. 

Everyone goes silent. 

“Shit.” One barely whispers. 

You find yourself slowly walking forward. Billy’s not disappearing, so that must be a good sign. Right? This wasn’t like the other times. You could have sworn you saw him on the other side of the street or right outside your apartment window. He was actually standing there. You shake your head as you get closer and eventually you’re stood right in front of him. You didn’t know what to say. Your throat was dry as tears pour down your face. Billy’s crying too as his eyes are locked with yours. You find yourself shaking your head and almost laughing. 

“You’re dead.” you whisper. 

It’s almost comical to you now. 

“I’ve actually lost my mind.” you laugh out. “You’re dead!” you say a bit louder, your face now serious. 

Billy says nothing as he just stares at you with sad eyes. 

“Am I dreaming?” you ask.

He slowly shakes his head no. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. Your baby has her head on your chest as she’s dozing off. Billy looks to her and can’t fight back a smile. 

“I don’t understand what’s happening.” you whisper. 

Just then, you begin taking steps backwards. You’re shaking your head as you stare at him and Seven cautiously. 

“I’m going crazy.” you whisper. “You’re not really here. I’m going crazy.” 

You turn around and go to walk away, but not before Billy reaches out and grabs your free hand. You gasp at his touch as you fly back around. Your eyes are wide as he stares down at your hand holding his. Your chin is quivering as your face scrunches up. You’ve missed his touch so much. You forgot how comforting and warm it is. You shake your head as you look up to him, tears pouring down. 

“It’s me.” he whispers. 

“Four, we have to go.” Seven says with a dark tone. 

Seven gives you a sympathetic look as he tugs on Billy’s arm. 

“Go home and stay there, okay!?” calls out Billy as he’s walking away backwards. “Just promise me you’ll go there and stay?!”

Just then, Billy holds up his pinky and you feel like you could faint. That’s when you know it really is him. You're sobbing now as you shakily hold up your pinky as well. Billy’s face falls into a huge grin as he stares at you until he’s gone. You still don’t understand what’s happening. Maybe you really were in a dream. You find yourself wiping your eye and hurrying back to the stroller. The mother’s you came with all look worried and confused by your teary eyed expression. 

You explain to them that you need to go home and say it’s a family emergency. They hug you goodbye as you speed walk back to the apartment just down the block. You get inside and close the door. You lock it fast and quietly lay your baby down for a nap. She looks so peaceful as you smile and kiss her forehead. She looks so much like Billy that it almost broke your heart. 

“Billy’s dead.” you whisper to yourself. “They saw him fall. He’s dead.” 

You wait at your apartment just like he had told you too. You lay down on your bed and close your eyes. If this was a dream, maybe you could finally wake up from it. Dreaming of Billy was the worst thing ever. The two of you would be together and laughing and the next thing you know, you’re waking up by yourself and with the feeling of utter loneliness. You would have rather fallen asleep and stayed asleep. 

At least you felt that way until Stella was born. You found out you were pregnant with Billy’s baby a month after he had died… Or at least you thought he did. It was the happiest yet saddest time of your life. You got to be a mother to a beautiful baby girl, but you were still losing Billy. Mixed emotions had become your constant state of mind. 

You’re still lying in bed and realize you must have dozed off. You sit up and look over to the crib where Stella was and realize she’s still asleep. You smile at her as you lay back down and stretch. Your mind goes to Billy as you feel yourself about to cry again. Maybe it had all been a dream. Or maybe you really were crazy. Whatever it was, that wasn’t really him. He’s not here. He’s dead-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK 

Your eyes go wide as you sit up fast in bed. Someone was at your door. You slowly stand to your feet and don’t move. You listen closely and slightly jump when there’s another knock. You’re almost trembling as you slowly tiptoe over to the door. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath before leaning forward and looking out the peephole. Something was covering it and blocking you from seeing out. Your heart was now racing as you were scared. You close your eyes and call out. 

“Who is it!?” 

There’s silence for a moment before someone speaks out.

“You kept the promise!” 

Your eyes go wide as you take in a sharp breath. It couldn’t be… You must still be dreaming. You quickly unlock the door and fling it open. In front of you is stood Billy with a small smile on his face. You can’t look away from him until five others begin standing behind him with awkward smiles on their faces too. You gulp as you look back to him and then it happens. What you thought would happen to you at the park finally did. 

Everything goes white and you pass out.

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[fcking-lets-go]

Preview of a thing for my Ben x reader side blog

I don’t know how many people may see this, but whatever. I’m posting it 😂

“Oh cmon love. I’m pretty cute”

“You can’t beat Frankie though! She’s way cuter”

“Ahhh, Fine. But fuck you for using that logic”

“Don’t make that adorable face, it’s too much!”

[13-timeslove]

Thirteen Time Ch1: The Docks

“I can’t believe he made pushed up my deadline again!” You groaned loudly into your Akita plushie. “I told him that this part of the manuscript needed more time considering I had to do more research! And what does he do?! Pushed up another fucking week!”

Your roommate Alice sighed as you continued to roll in your bed. She placed her hot milk onto the side table before sitting by the edge and patting your head. You only groaned once more before rolling into her lap. “My editor is an ass”

“You could always get a new one”

“...but he’s a good editor” you sigh dramatically.

“Then don’t complain sweetie”. Alice began to stroke your (h/c) hair as you laid in her lap, a small habit that has formed between your friendship. “Besides, it’s only one week difference. How bad can it be?”

“It’s awful when you have writer’s block”

“Oof”

You turned your head around, looking up at the black haired girl. “Why couldn’t I be smart like you? I wish I had your brain” She started laughing.

“Bitch you don’t want my position! Medical school is such a pain in the ass. You’re the lucky one with your brilliant creative mind, and nagged a job right out of college”

“Shut uppp. You’re better than me”

“No I’m not. And make me” she said while slapping a pillow to your face.

You squealed and rolled off her lap in an attempt to escape her attacks, sitting on the floor giggling to yourself. Alice followed suit and sat next to you, giving you the chance to rest your head against her shoulder. “This is why you’re my best friend”

“This is why I’m your only friend”

“Ouch!”

“Kidding”, you both laughed together. This is what your life with her was like, sarcastic jokes and compliments that neither of you would truly accept.

Alice was there for your since the beginning of college, from the time you accidentally spilled ink on her white pants because of sleep deprivation, to your graduation last year, and even to your heartbreaks. She was always there.

“Hey, Alice”

“Yeah?”

“What time is it?”

“Bout 5:30, why?”

You got up from the ground, and grabbed your blue jacket from the floor. “I’m going to take a quick walk, maybe seeing the sunset will clear my writer’s block”. Alice leaned over your desk to toss a small box over to you.

“Don’t forget these”. You caught them, knowing very well that they were your candy cigarettes. “Still don’t understand why you like that stuff?”

“Because they are yummy” you replied happily. She only scoffed, shaking her head sighing. “Don’t wait up. I’ll be back in half an hour”

“Be safe”

“Will do!”

You started to head out of your apartment complex, walking down the street. You pulled your iPod out of your pocket and continued to walk down the street. “High hopes” was blasting through your headphones, and you honestly didn’t care about the people staring at you head banging in the middle of the side walk. Hell, you even made eye contact with them and mouthed the lyrics hoping they would sing along somehow (some did fortunately).

Eventually, you felt the cold breeze of the shore biting at your open skin. You zipped up your jacket close. Pulling out the candy box, you took out a candy cigarette and placed it between your lips.

You found a spot close to the edge of the wooden rail and leaned against it. Chewing the end of the candy cigarette, you found that all stress in your body left. The sun was close to falling behind the waves, giving the sky a red and purple ombré (you couldn’t help but take a photo for instagram). This is nice, you thought.

....

....

“No, no girl. Leave her be”

You felt a nudge at the end of your leg, seeing a small dog bitting at your jeans. If you were a cartoon character, your head would’ve exploded at how cute this dog was.

“Hi baby!” You said in an overly high pitched voice. You knelt down to its level, letting the cutie jump in your lap and lick your hand.

A low chuckle echoed your ear, making you realize that there was still the owner on the other end of the leash. Whoops.

“Seems like she likes you” ooohhh he’s British.

“Heh, I’m glad” you tried to look up at him, but with the sun in your face you really couldn’t get a good look. You held your hand in front of your face, making an awkward smile. “Sorry I petted your dog without asking first. She’s just really cute”

You got up. “No no, I don’t mind. I’m just surprised. Frankie isn't really open to people on the streets. You’re the first”

“I have been chosen” you joked around. The sun started to set behind the sea, but when you tried to look back at the man in front, your eyes took longer to adjust. All you saw of him was his baseball cap.

“Do you mind if I have one?” You cocked your brow.

“I’m sorry?”

“A cigarette. Do you mind if I have one?” He was pointing at the white stick at your mouth, and you pulled it away realizing what he was referring to.

“Oh, um yeah you can. But they’re not cigarettes. They’re candy cigarettes”

“Those things exist?”

“Yeah actually” you laughed out. “But they’re made of sugar rather than tobacco. So sorry”

“No it’s fine. Um” he paused and started to rub his neck. A little embarrassed that he didn’t realize the damn thing wasn’t even glowing. “C-Could I have one still?”

“Sure” you smiled back. You opened the box again, giving the stranger a white sugar stick (author: why does that sound like a weird lingo for a drug...). He placed part of it in his mouth, chewing at the end.

“Oh god, its so plain”

“It’s unique taste” you laughed at him.

The two of you ended up leaning against the rail. Watching the waves crash over each other through the slightly dim sky. You didn’t like pure silence, so decided to try and make a conversation.

“Based on the accent, I assume you’re not from here? Or at the very least, new around here?”

You heard a chuckle escape his mouth, and honestly it was pretty soothing. “Yeah. I’m not from around here”

“Visiting or work, if you dont mind me asking?”

“Sorta for work. I um...I just finished a big project with my friends. We’re celebrating here, and have a um, contest coming up”

“Oh cool! What research did you guys do? Wait! Are you the guys who participated in the research regarding experimental drug for those who suffer from extreme GAD?”

Even though it was dark, you didn’t have to see his confused face as you threw all these questions at him. Well, that and the awkward laugh gave it away. “I’m sorry, but, wh-what?”

You brushed your hair behind your ear, embarrassed. “Sorry. I just realized that project can refer to multiple things, and my brain immediately went to medical research for some reason”

“Are you medical student by any chance?”

“Oh god no, that field is too advanced for me. I just like reading about medical discoveries”. He smiled at your response, a little astounded at how excited you got over it. “Sorry about that”

“It’s fine” he laughed, almost spitting out the candy cigarette. “Our project was actually a film we’ve been working on. It’s been a long process”

He looked off at the distance. His hat was shadowing his face, but if you focused, there were distinct bags under his eyes.

“It must have been exhausting”.

“Yeah it was” He smiled lightly. “There were a few bumps in the road, but...we all managed”

He pulled the candy cigarette from his mouth, looking at the chewed end. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t have a real cigarette that made him look depressed, but you knew that it was something else. Being the cheesy person you were, you pulled a penny from your pocket and placed it on the rail near him. “What’s this?” He asked.

“Penny for your thoughts? It, seems like those bumps were a bit more exhausting that the whole project”

“Am I that obvious?” He sighed when he grabbed the shiny cent.

“No. I’m just that good at reading people”. You leaned on the rail, twirling the candy between your teeth. “When people experienced hardships, they either need to talk about it, or push it away. What kind are you?”

“...with people I know...I push it away”. You leaned forward to look at him, the back of his head facing you.

“Well...luckily you don’t know me”

And for the first time throughout this whole conversation, this guy that you’ve been talking to for the past fifteen minutes, finally faced you. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you could see him.

He was handsome, no doubt about that. Young, but at the same time, has worn out features such as his eyes. He gave you a full on smile, averting his eyes to the side.

“What’s your name?”

“...(y/n). Whats yours?” You smirked.

“I am Nobody”

you laughed at him again. “Odysseus fan, who would’ve guessed”

“You wouldn’t” he smirked as well. You paused at the conversation, thinking about what he said earlier.

“You asked me my name so you would get to know me. And therefore, not tell me your hardships, didn’t you?”

“...god damn you really are good at reading people aren’t you?”

“Good is an understatement”

You felt your phone ring, and when you looked down, you saw that it was a text form Alice.

Girl get your butt home. I am about to call the cops to get you home safe.

“Boyfriend?” He asked you.

“No. Best friend. My cue to leave”. You squat down to pet Frankie before you left. “By girlie”. You got back up. “Nice talking to Nobody new”

“It’s a good name”

“Just don’t take it seriously”

“What do you mean?”

You started to walk off the boardwalk a little, but looked back at him one more time. “Nobody means someone who isnt worth something. But if you look at it as another way, Nobody always refers to somebody”

“...you’re an interesting character aren’t you (y/n)?” You smiled at him, before giving Nobody a quiet nod and walked off the boardwalk. Passing by more people as you left.

Nobody, that’s absolute BS.

“Hey, there you are! Gwil and I have been looking for you everywhere”

Their friend only looked down the boardwalk, and they waved his hand over his eyes. “Ben?”

“...Rami. I”

“You good dude?”

“I...I just met someone”

“And?” Gwil started. Ben pulled the candy cigarette out his mouth, staring at it.

“Guys, where can I get more candy cigarettes?”

[benhardyisdaddy]

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MASTERLIST 

(i hope that whoever requested this, likes it!!! and i hope you all do too!)

WARNING: numerous mentions of violence, violence, mention of implied smut

Word Count: 4,179

Description: you are now known as eight. four can’t keep his eyes off of you as he desperately tries to figure you out.

It started out like a perfectly normal Sunday morning. You were at home with a cup of coffee in your hand while you're sat on your porch. The sun was rising and the colors in the sky were beautiful. This was your favorite thing to do on your days off. Your work schedule had been hectic, but that was your fault. Ever since your boyfriend left you, you tried to keep yourself as busy as you possibly can so you didn’t have to think about it. You consumed yourself with work and it helped, but only slightly.

At one point in your life, you were an informant for the Secret Services. You had been an orphan all of your life until one day, that changed. You were six years old when someone finally adopted you. You weren’t allowed to meet the person until you arrive at your destination - the middle of nowhere in Nevada. You weren’t adopted to be apart of a loving family, you were adopted to be groomed for the Secret Service. Your ‘father’ made it his mission to train you for anything and everything. You had to grow up too quickly. You never got a childhood as you were trained in every single class of self defense, weaponry and manipulation. They needed someone they could shape and mold into the deadliest human weapon possible - and they did. 

When you turned eighteen, you were trained in the art of seduction. You knew exactly what to say, how to act, how to read people and know exactly what they’re thinking. It truly was a special talent forced onto you and you were amazing at your job. That is, until you quit that job. You were beyond amazing at what you do - they would say the best they’ve ever had, but that wasn’t the life you wanted. You wanted a family… love. When you realize you’d never get that, you went cold. You found yourself hating your ‘father’, hating your job… Hating life. That’s why you decided to leave. Run away and hide. That is...until you were found. 

You made a life in a small boring town, with a small boring life and got with a boring guy - that is until he left. You were used to that now though. You had been on your porch and watching the colors of the sky change. You decide to get up and go get some more coffee. As you’re about to reach the door, someone behind you speaks. 

“You’re a hard one to find.” 

Suddenly, your cup is crashing to the ground as you whip around fast. You���re not even thinking as you fluently grab a man by his collar and slam him against the side of your house. You grab his arm as you hold it behind his back. He shouts in pain at the sudden attack. 

“Holy shit! I didn’t think you were that good!” he hisses with his face shoved into the wall. 

“Who the fuck are you!?” you scream. 

“I’m not here to hurt you!” the man shouts. “My name’s One and I have a proposition for you!” 

***

It took you several minutes to finally release the man. You didn’t let your guard down as it takes you less than ten seconds to evaluate him. He’s weaponless and you can tell by his body movement. He’s cautious and is more nervous of you than you are of him - as it should be. Your jaw is tensed as you stand up and tell him to sit down on the chair you were previously sat in. You listen as he explains anything and everything.

“We need someone like you.” he says once he’s finished. “I read everything there is to know about you. We need a charmer.” 

If you were anyone else, all of this would sound completely insane and terrifying, but you weren’t just anyone else. You were you and you’ve heard and seen crazier things. This actually all made sense. Something about what he was saying was pulling you in. As if everything you had trained for was for this moment. You were already alone in the world, how would faking your death make that any worse? 

“The charmer?” you ask with a raised brow. “That’s what you want to call me?” 

One just shrugs and smiles as he thinks. 

“That’s what you do, right? You charm people and get them to tell you whatever it is you want.”

You’re quiet for a moment before you step forward and change your entire mood. Your face softens and you half smile. 

“I like your eyes. My mother had the same color as you.” 

“Oh really?” he asks. “I get the color from my mother. She and my father-” 

He stops suddenly and looks up to you with a surprised face. Your eyes are narrowing as you smirk. 

“I see what you did there.” he says impressed. “You almost had me talking about my family life. That was amazing.”

“I don’t even know my mother.” you remind him with a smirk. “So... When do I become a ghost?” 

***

You faked your death and finally decided to go watch your funeral. You were shocked to find that only six people arrived. Your adopted father was there as he shed no tears. Typical emotionless SS. You stare at the man you call dad and turn around to storm away. You were done with him, with everything. Your new life was ahead of you there’s no looking back now. One was by your side the whole time until you get to headquarters. You were the last person joining the crew. They were to call you Eight. You’re holding your bags as you follow behind One and into the abandoned plane that they call home.

“Everyone,” calls out One. “I’d like to introduce you to our new ghost. Meet Eight. Eight, meet everyone.” 

All eyes are on you as you just nod your head. Your eyes scan their faces when you pause on the blonde who’s known as Four. You look away fast, but feel his eyes still on you. You look over as one of the men smirks and walks up to you. 

“One says that your some big Secret Service machine, but look at you,” Three laughs as he walks in front of you. “So tiny. What does she do? Fight flies?” 

He’s looking over at One as he laughs and everyone else rolls their eyes. You tense your jaw as your bags hit the floor and your hand grabs his wrist. You scream out as you fly forward and kick as his ankles. You bend over and fling him over your back and onto the ground with a loud thud. Everyone gasps as he coughs hard and tries to catch his breath. You stand up and act like you didn’t just do that. You bend down and grab your bags as you look over to One. 

“Where am I staying?” 

“If I show you, will you promise to never do that to me?” he asks with wide eyes. 

***

One Month Later 

You’ve gotten used to the group and understand the mission. One’s still doing some research on one specific person you’re trying to track. You’re sat on a chair as Seven and Four talk. You look out the small window and watch as One walks by. 

“What’s up with One? What’s his story? How does someone become that rich, yet be so unknown?” 

“He loves Wally the dog,” starts Four as he looks through old passports. “He loves his ‘beaver’ show. I think he’s an orphan.”

Four turns around to look at you and Seven, but his eyes stay on you. 

“Actually, we got a little bet on if you wanna put some money in.” 

“I’m an orphan.” you say with the most serious face ever. 

Four’s face drops as he looks beyond guilty and embarrassed. He sits up straighter and looks to Seven and back to you.

“Oh… I-I didn’t know. I’m sorr-”

This makes you break out into a smile as you watch Fours horrified expression. He’s confused for a moment, but finally understands. 

“I’m messing with you. I mean, I am one, but it’s no big deal.” 

You watch Fours face as he goes through several mixed emotions. This causes you to laugh lightly as he finally does the same. He shakes his head and looks down - obviously impressed by how amazing your acting had just been.

“Wow. You can laugh.” jokes Seven. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that.” 

You roll your eyes and look back down at your hands as Four speaks up. 

“I like it.” he says sweetly with his eyes on you. “Your laugh I mean.” 

You look up to him as your eyes lock. You feel your face turn red as you find yourself half smiling. You swallow hard and clear your throat as you stand up fast. The boys watch you as you find something to say. 

“I’m gonna go ask Three if he wants to practice.” you say quickly. 

You hurry out of the plane and have to catch your breath. Four looks away sadly at your leaving while Seven looks to him. 

“You like her.” he tells him. 

Fours eyes go wide as he looks to him and tries to act confused. 

“What? That’s insane.” he laughs. 

“Oh really? Ask those hearts in your eyes.” 

And with that, Seven turns around and walks out as well - leaving Four by himself with a big smile on his face. 

***

3 Weeks Later 

“This is bullshit.” you hiss as you pace by and forth. 

You and Four got stuck being the ones to stay in a hotel room and keep an eye on a man that’s staying in another hotel in front of you. You have a giant patio that looks out directly to the man’s hotel room across a tiny road. Four has binoculars over his eyes as a large radio and a device to hear far away are set up on the table next to him. 

“We should both be out doing field work too.” you say as you continue to pace. 

You act like you’re upset over that, but that’s not the main reason. You’re alone with Four in a hotel room. The man has you seeing stars every time you look at him. He messes with your head and causes you to forget what you were doing. You don’t realize that you do the same thing to him. You need to concentrate and it’s too hard to. 

“You aren’t at least a bit happy that we get to chill and get room service whenever?” he teases. 

He leans away and places the binoculars next to him. He frowns and shakes his head as he stares out the window. 

“I’m taking a break. There’s nothing to watch for. The guy’s not even there.”

He sounds frustrated as he stands up and stretches. You look away fast as he looks to you and stares. 

“You know, out of everyone here, you’re the one I can’t seem to figure out.” he says with narrowed eyes.

You swallow hard as you just shrug. You walk over to the bed and sit on the end of it. 

“Isn’t that the whole point?” you ask. “There’s a reason why One doesn’t want us to know names. We’d get attached.” 

“Bullshit.” says Four quietly as he shakes his head. “Several of us have almost died for each other. If that’s not being attached, then I don’t know what is.” 

You silently watch him as he begins pacing the room now. His hands are on his hips as he keeps speaking. 

“I know maybe two things about you. You worked for the SS and you were an orphan. That’s it. I know more about everyone else than I do you.” 

He seems almost frustrated as you stand up and narrow your eyes. 

“Why does it matter so much to you?”

He stops walking and turns to face you. His cheeks are pink as his lips are parted - deep in thought. He just shrugs as his eyes go wide slightly. 

“I mean… It-it doesn’t matter. I just…” 

He continues speaking almost gibberish as you slowly walk up to him and find yourself only inches away. Four straightens himself up and stares into your eyes as he goes serious. You raise a brow and look to his lips, then back to his eyes. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” you ask fast, catching him off guard. 

You already knew the answer. You know how to watch for signs and Four was definitely letting off signs that he wanted you. You’ve known that from the moment you met him. It wasn’t a secret. You’re just better at hiding your feelings. 

“What?” he whispers. “Um, I don’t kn… I don’t know-” 

Before his can fully answer, you lunge forward and land your lips on his. Four gasps slightly at your sudden actions, but quickly goes along with it. The kiss is hot and fast as your hands travel up and down each others bodies. Four cups your face with his hands and begins slowly walking towards the bed. The back of your legs hit it as you fall onto your back. He’s looking down at you with hunger in his eyes. 

“How did you know I wanted to kiss you?” he asks. 

Suddenly, he leans forward and grabs your hips as he harshly flips you over on your stomach. You moan as he leans forward and presses his chest with your back. He kisses your neck and shoulder as your eyes flutter closed. 

“I’m just really good at my job.” you tease, causing Four to almost growl in your ear. 

He leans away and flips you back over. He kisses down your neck and slowly trails down your chest. 

“Wait,” he says out of breath as he looks up to you. “Can I know your name?” 

You tense your jaw as you smirk down to him. 

“Maybe one day.” you whisper. 

Four watches you with dark eyes as he shakes his head and laughs. He goes back to kissing you as he slowly makes his way down in between your thighs. Your eyes squeeze closed as your back arches up from the bed. Man, did you love being right. 

***

Several months have passed as you all are still on the hunt for the man One wants to find. You all got word that he’s walking around an outside town plaza that’s filled with shops and people. You’ve partnered with Three as the two of you keep your eye out for the man. 

“Remember what he looks like?” he asks you quietly. 

You both have large sunglasses on as you peer around secretly. 

“Yep.” you tell him when you spot Four on the other side of the road. 

He’s watching you and gives you a small wink. You fight back a smile as you lightly shake your head and look away. The two of you have secretly had a fling ever since the night in the hotel. Nobody knows about it and you want it to stay that way. 

“Eight!” harshly whispers Three as his eyes spot something about five shops away. 

You look over fast and freeze. The man you’re trying to locate has been spotted, but he’s surrounded by three men in black outfits. 

“We have eyes on him.” you say low into your headpiece. 

“Don’t let him leave your sight!” shouts One through your ear. 

“Copy.” is all you say back. 

Suddenly, the man turns his head and he locks onto you. He narrows his eyes as he concentrates. Your heart almost stops beating as his face falls. All of you had almost gotten him a few weeks ago, but the mission was a bust. You did your part perfectly as you seduced him back to his room. It was the rest of the crew that had messed up. You had a knife to your throat, but luckily you knew how to fight your way out of that. He got away, but not for long.

You know for a fact that he’s recognized you. You’re panicking as Three walks beside you and looks around fast. Four realizes that you’ve been compromised as he begins to freak out. 

“He spots them!” he hisses into the earpiece. “He sees them!” 

Three grabs your wrist and forces you to look at him. The man and his small army begin walking your way as his eyes were still glued to you. You stare at Three as you begin to rub his arm and laugh as if he’s said something funny. He looks at you confused until he understands. He joins in as the man gets closer. You swallow hard just as he whispers to you. 

“Go along with me.” 

You’re confused as he grabs your face and begins kissing you like crazy. You’re taken aback, but finally go with it. You grab at his face as you speed up the kiss. His hands are flying all over your body as you try to hide both of your faces. Four is watching you two with wide eyes and a jealous heart. He tenses his jaw and absolutely hates watching another man touch you like he does. The two of you continue when you hear One pop up on your earpiece. 

“What in god's name is that noise?” he asks. “Is… Is someone kissing!?” 

Four clears his throat as he watches the man look at you two and quietly pass by with no interruptions. When it’s all clear, you shove Three away and wipe your mouth off. You’re breathing hard as you look for the man and spot him rounding the corner. 

“Let’s go.” you say as you look to Four. 

He’s watching you closely and raises a brow. You give him a sympathetic smile and shrug. You all begin to slowly make your way closer to the man. Three’s behind you as you slowly round the corner by yourself. Just as you do, there are screams all around as everyone begins running away. Four doesn’t understand what’s happening as he sprints to find you. He rounds the corner and stops. The man has you with his arm around your chest and a gun to your head. You’re remaining calm, but Four can see the terror in your eyes. The rest of the three men all have their guns drawn and pointed at Four and Three. 

“Let her go!” shouts Four loudly. 

His face was red with anger as he balls his hands into fists at his side. The man just laughs as he jerks you around with him. His squeeze tightens as you gasp. You can’t look away from Four as he stares at you. 

“You think the two of you can take out the four of us!?” he laughs. 

Suddenly, in less than two seconds, a quiet bullet flies through the air and in one quick motion - pierces all three of the men in the head. They happened to be in a perfect row as Seven fired. Three birds with one bullet. They fall to the ground as everyone flinches. The man looks at the dead men and now he’s the one with fear in his eyes. He looks back to Four and Three as he pushes the gun even harder against your head. 

“I’ll kill her!” he screams. 

All of a sudden, the man goes still as he thinks. He tenses his jaw and suddenly lets out a loud shout. 

“You’re going to kill me anyways!” he screams. 

He then grabs your neck and turns you around to face him. He’s squeezing tight as he flings you to the ground and you hit your back harshly. All of the wind is knocked out of you as you gasp. You hear Four screaming something when a loud bang is heard. It’s as if everything went in slow motion. The bullet ripped through the air and hit you in the shoulder. You were in complete shock as the pain hadn’t hit you yet. 

Just as the man pulled his trigger, he was down on the ground in a matter of seconds. Your vision became blurry as you look around and see doubles of everything. Four is down at your side as he holds your head and tries talking to you. He’s crying hard as he shakes his head no repeatedly. Three is next to you as he presses down on the wound to stop the bleeding. 

“Eight’s been shot!” he screams. “She’s been shot! We need Five!” 

“Stay with us! You’re going to be okay! Don’t close your eyes!” 

You were losing a lot of blood and you knew it. Your head was light and there was a light ring in your ears. You listen as others from the group finally show up and rushed to help. 

“Please don’t leave me!” Four begs with a harsh whisper. 

You flutter your eyes and slowly open to look at him once more. He’s watching you as you slightly smile and then wince from the pain. Five was trying to get the bullet out as fast as she can. You ignore it as you look back to him. 

“Y/n,” you say quietly. 

Fours face drops as more tears rush down his cheeks. 

“What?” he asks shocked. 

“You said we’ve all almost died for each other and you don’t even know our names. It’s y/n.”

Four finally understands as his face scrunches up and turns red as another wave of tears hits him hard. His breathing is hitched as he runs his hand against your cheek and smiles - his chin quivering. 

“That’s a beautiful name.” he whispers. “I’m Billy.” 

You smile more as your eyes flutter closed and your hand cups his face gently. 

“Bill…” you trail off as sleep starts to hit you. “Billy…” you barely whisper. 

Your hand falls to your side as Billy’s eyes go wide. He grabs your face and tries to wake you back up. 

“Y/n?! Wake up, y/n!? Please wake up! Don’t leave me!” 

He’s screaming loudly as Seven walks up and tries to pull him back. He’s fighting against him as he watches your lifeless body just laying there. 

“Give me room!” shouts Five as she tries to still remove the bullet. 

“I didn’t get to tell her!” Billy cries out. “I need to tell her!” 

Seven grabs Billy’s shoulder and turns him around to look at him. He lowers his head and looks him in the eye. 

“She loves you too, man.” he says quietly, causing Billy to go still. 

Seven must have known all along and never said a word. Billy’s heart breaks as he continues to look at him in shock. 

“She loves you too.” 

Billy is silent as Seven brings him in for a hug. Seven was right, you loved him too.

***

2 Days Later

“Mmm,” you groan in your sleep as your eyes squeeze together.

You move your head around as someone begins yelling out for Five. 

“She’s waking up! She’s waking up!” 

You take in a deep breath as your eyes flutter open, but fall closed again. You groan some more when you hear voices surrounding you. 

“Eight?” Five asks with a slow tone of voice. “Eight? If you can hear us, try to open your eyes.” 

You do hear her. Your eyes flutter open once more and this time they stay half open. You’re peeking out as you spot a blurry version of Five, Billy and Three. They’re all staring at you with worried expressions. Your eyes scan to Billy as they slowly close once more. This time, a smirk fills your face. 

“You look nothing like a Billy.” you barely whisper, causing him to laugh loudly. 

He was beyond happy that you’re awake and okay. Tears are in his eyes as he smiles huge, as does everyone else. He kneels next to your bed as his hand gently runs through your hair. 

“I was so worried about you.” he whispers. 

You open your eyes and half smile at his soft expression. 

“Is it because you like me?” you tease as you slightly laugh, your eyes closing once more. 

Billy’s quiet for a moment as he leans forward more and gently runs his fingers over your cheek. 

“It’s the other ‘L’ word… actually.” he whispers for only you to hear. 

You’re taken aback as you look to him fast. Your face is serious, but turns into a small smile. You move your hand over as you grab his. He lightly gives it a squeeze as he brings it up to his mouth and kisses it. 

“I… I ‘L’ you too.” you tease with a smirk. 

Billy looks beyond thrilled that you had just said it back to him. He can’t stop smiling as he bends down and softly kisses you. 

The girl who wanted a family, finally did. The girl who wanted to be needed, finally is. The girl who wanted to be loved, finally was.

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[benhardyisdaddy]

must be a dream - part 2

MASTERLIST 

(THANK YOU @roger-bang-the-drum​ FOR CO WRITING THIS WITH ME AND FOR THE IDEA FOR THE LETTERS AND FOR WRITING THE LETTERS!!!! such a brilliant idea and made the story line 100x better so THANK U!!!)

Word Count: 2,790

“Shit!” 

Your whole entire body goes limp as you go to fall backwards. Billy jumps forward and catches you in his arms just before you slam into the ground. He’s panicking as he picks you up bridal style and hurries over to your bed. He gently places you down as he cups your face and attempts to wake you up.

“Y/n?!” he asks loudly as he shakes you a bit. 

His eyes are wild as his heart races. 

“Y/n, wake up!” 

The rest of the crew hurry inside and close the door. Five is at Billy’s side in an instant as she tries to inspect you. 

“Give me some room.” she tells him with a calm voice. 

“The whole point of this was to never be seen again!” calls out One as he runs a hand over his face. “Now we’re in an apartment with an unconscious girl and…and… Three!” he shouts. 

Three is stood over your tiny dining table as he munches on a bag of chips. He looks over to him with a mouthful and a confused expression.

“What?” he asks looking around. 

“Could you possibly not do that right now?” One asks with a disgusted face. 

“Oh my gosh,” harshly whispers Two as she spots the baby. 

Everyone, besides Billy and Five, slowly walk over to examine Stella as she sleeps. Their faces all soften as they coo over her. 

“Is she okay!?” asks Billy as Five feels your pulse. 

She backs away and places a blanket on top of you. 

“She’ll be fine. She’s just knocked out cold. She was overwhelmed.” she tells him.

Billy nods his head as his eyes were still glued to you. He looks terrified as his mind races like crazy. He couldn’t believe that he was back in a place that he once called home. In this exact spot he made you a promise that he would come back safe - and he didn’t. Guilt ripped through him just as he looks over and watches as One slides open a drawer on a small computer desk in the corner of the room.

“What are you doing!?” angrily shouts Billy. 

One looks over fast and quickly holds his hands up. 

“I’m just browsing!” he says in defense. 

“Don’t go through her shit!” 

Billy walks over to where he’s standing and goes to close the drawer. He’s pushing it back just as something catches his eye. He pauses and slowly reopens it. There’s multiple small envelopes with ‘Billy’ written on each one. It’s in your handwriting. His eyes are wide as he swallows hard. 

“What are those?” asks One. 

Billy just shakes his head as he continues to stare at them. 

“I… I don’t know.” 

Billy looks back to you and tenses his jaw. He looks to the envelopes once more and reaches out for them. He picks up the stack and slips the top one off of it. He places the rest on top of the desk and eyes it cautiously. He runs his fingers over his name and takes in a deep breath. He knows he shouldn’t, but he flips it over and gently tears the top open. His fingers slide inside and there’s a piece of paper. He pulls it out and spots writing on it. He feels like he’s doing something wrong, but he doesn’t care. He needs to read them. He has to read them. 

“She’s waking up!” whispers Two suddenly. 

Billy turns around and jumps at her sudden voice. He spots the small baby in her crib as she begins to wiggle around and yawn. Everyone near her all ‘awww’ at the sweet sight. Her big green eyes flutter open as she looks around at all of the unfamiliar faces surrounding her. 

“Hi, sweet girl,” whispers Two as she leans over and gently picks the baby up. 

Billy wants to stop her, but he doesn’t. The baby yawns once more and smiles at Two. This causes Billy to smile as Three walks over and begins making silly faces at her. She grins and does a belly laugh, causing everyone else to. She then looks over at One and stares at him. His eyes go slightly wide as she then reaches her tiny arms out for him. 

“Um,” he says looking at everyone. “Three, she wants you.” 

“No, no, papi. She definitely wants you.” he says with a laugh. 

Two walks over and hands the baby over to One. He takes her and looks super uncomfortable as she reaches her hand out to touch his face. He’s frozen as his eyes look to everyone else. 

“What’s… happening?” he asks as they all giggle. 

“She likes you.” says Seven. 

“That’s surprising.” teases Five. 

“Okay, my turn!” says Three as he walks up. 

“What?” asks One, almost offended. “She wanted me.” 

“Yes, but now I want to hold the baby. It’s my turn!” 

“She doesn’t want you!” fights back One. 

“Enough!” calls out Two. “You both are acting worse than the baby.”

Billy turns his back to them as he looks down at the note that’s still in his hand. He nods his head as he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He unfolds it quickly and begins reading. 

Dear Billy, 

You have no idea what it feels like being told that you’re gone. It’s only been a month, but it feels like forever. Your mum tried her hardest to give you an amazing send off. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that broken before. She couldn’t even stay during the burial. Hell, I almost had to leave. It was so odd seeing your real name on that stone - William Jones. God, that feels so weird to write. You’ll always be my Billy.

I can’t stop thinking about the day we met. We were just kids. I was out searching for food and the others were teasing me about it. I was hungry and alone, but not for long. You snuck food from your house and brought it to me. I still remember what you told me that day. “I’ll always take care of you.” And you did, Billy. You took care of me. It feels like forever since I’ve heard your sweet voice. God, I miss you so much, Billy. I just wish I could have told you everything I know now. Remember when you promised me the world? That was a promise you kept. I’m pregnant, Billy. This beautiful life, this beautiful, lovely human is ours. I know you would have been over the moon excited about all of this. All you ever wanted was a family with me. Well, now we have one. 

I love you, Billy. I’ll forever wish that you could come home to me. These letters will help make me feel like a tiny part of you is still here. I promise to keep writing to you. Goodnight, Billy. Sleep well and say hello to my mum for me. I love you. 

Yours Always, 

Y/n

Billy is stood there with his heart more broken than it ever has been. Something he never thought could happen. You wrote letters to him. Letters to a man you thought you’d never see again. You poured your heart out to your dead boyfriend, all while he was very much alive. Guilty is an understatement. Tears flooded his eyes as he stares down at your letter. His chin is quivering as his face scrunches up. He feels like the worst human in existence. He feels like he’s betrayed you. He left you all alone and with a baby. His baby. He finally had a family and he threw it all away. He hated himself for that. He could never be forgiven. He quickly wipes his eyes and, without thinking, opens another letter. He needs to read more. 

Dear, Billy 

Three months have gone by and you’re still not here. I don’t know why I keep thinking you’ll walk through that door at any minute with a bog goofy, smile on your face. A girl can only dream. I wish you were here to experience everything with me. You would be so in love with hearing and seeing our baby girl. Yes, you read that write. You’re going to a daddy to a beautiful little girl. I so badly wish you could have been there when I found out. I bawled like a baby, but you would have done the same. You always told me how much you wanted a little girl. 

I got to hear her heartbeat again today. It reminded me of when I used to lay on your chest and listen to yours. It’s strong and fast, just like her daddy’s. I already love her more than words can describe. Exactly the same way I will always love you. You broke that pinky promise we made, but I forgive you. I will always forgive you. 

How I long for just one more kiss, my sweet Billy. My William. 

Yours Forever and Always, 

Y/n

He’s speechless. That’s his little girl. His. He shakes his head as he slips the paper back into the envelope. He’s about to open another one up when suddenly you begin groaning. Everyone freezes as he looks to you fast. Your eyes flutter open and then close once more. His heart is racing as he looks around fast and quickly shoves the rests of the letters inside his backpack. Five was by your side as she slowly speaks. 

“Y/n?” she asks. 

You move your head around and slowly open your eyes. You blink several times as they try to adjust. You look to Five and it takes you a moment to realize that you don’t know her. You gasp loudly as you sit up fast and scoot away from her. You look terrified as your back is pressed against the wall. You’re trembling as you look between them all. 

“Who are you!?” you shout. 

“You passed out.” says Five in a calm voice. “We’re not going to hurt you. We were trying to help.” 

All of a sudden, you hear your baby and your heart almost fully stops. Your eyes land on her as she’s still in One’s arms with her hand wrapped around Three’s finger. Three backs away fast as One looks around awkwardly. He raises his brows and then back to you. 

“This looks weird.” he says quietly. 

“Don’t touch her!” you scream as your face twists with anger. 

You jump up from the bed and go to sprint towards him, but are stopped. Your head is woozy as you stumble slightly. Billy is in front of you with his hands on your shoulders. You stare at him in disbelief as your eyes go wide.

“It is you.” you barely whisper.

Billy just smiles as he nods his head. You look so thrilled to see him as you reach your hand forward to touch his face.

“I thought I had dreamed everything.” you tell him with a shaky voice.

“Not a dream, baby. I’m here.” 

Suddenly, your face goes from a sweet, sad smile to an angry, harsh frown. Your draw your hand back and harshly slap Billy in the face. Everyone gasps by your sudden actions as they take a step back. Billy’s stunned as his hand goes to his cheek and hisses. He looks to you fast, utterly confused. You shout out as tears fill your eyes and your chin quivers. 

“You broke our promise!” you half whisper. “You’re supposed to be dead.” you hiss. 

Billy’s trying to find the right words to say, but he can’t. His mouth is open as he attempts to speak. 

“That was my fault.” finally speaks up One. 

He has the baby still in his arms as you look over to him and narrow your eyes. He gives you a tight lipped smile as he gently hands the baby over to Three. Three’s face lights up as he smiles big and begins making funny noises to her. Stella laughs as she reaches up and grabs his nose, causing him to jokingly whisper ‘ow’ and making her laugh even more. 

“Your fault?” you ask as you begin seeing red. “You’re the reason why he left me?” 

Your voice was a mixture of anger, sadness and confusion. Nothing was making sense. 

“I never would have asked him to do it if I had known he had a kid.” confesses One.

“Do what!?” you half shout. “What is this!? Who are you all!?” 

You were frustrated as nobody spoke a word. You look to Billy and his eyes are sad as he looks down to the ground. You couldn’t believe he wasn’t going to explain anything to you. You tense your jaw as your eyes go dark. You shake your head fast as you look to all of them and sarcastically smile. 

“Alright, fine,” you say quickly. “If nobody’s going to explain what the hell is happening, then get out of my home!” you shout as you look to Billy. “All of you!”

They all flinch as tears build up in your eyes. 

“Y/n, no. Please!” begs Billy. 

“You’re dead.” you whisper again. “You died. They saw you die. I went to your f…” you pause as you close your eyes and silently sob at that memory. “I went to your funeral… I buried you as I stood next to your grieving mother.” you hiss.

This time, it was now Billy who was crying. 

“We can explain.” speaks up Seven. 

The crew look to him fast with wide eyes. One goes to say something that will dismiss that idea just as Two speaks up. 

“Yeah. That’s the least,” she says as she gives One a look. “We can do for you.” 

One shuts his mouth fast and knows that he’s been defeated on this. His shoulders slump as he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. 

“Fine!” he says fast. “But I wanna hold the baby while you do.” 

Three looks to One as if he’s just offended him. He steps away from him and shakes his head no. 

“No, she likes me now.” he tells him fast. “I just met her, but I would die for this baby.”

One gives Three a certain look that reads, ‘if you don’t give me the baby, I might hurt you’. Three ignores the glare as he stares at him ten times more harder.

“Actually,” starts Seven. “It’s my turn to hold her.”

One and Three look at him with wide eyes as their eyebrows fly up. 

“Your turn!?” they both ask in unison. 

The three of them begin talking at once and you can’t take it anymore. 

“Hey!” you shout over them.

They all look to you fast as you look over to Billy. He’s still looking at the ground with shame hitting him hard. 

“Don’t you think her father should hold her?” you ask as you continue to stare at him. 

Billy looks up fast and he looks shocked. He gulps hard as the three men all sadly slump their shoulders and agree. Three walks up to Billy and gently hands Stella over to him. Billy holds her in his arms as she stares up at him. She can’t break her tiny eyes away as she studies him closely. Billy just smiles as more tears flood his eyes. 

“Hi,” he whispers. 

He sniffles a bit as gently runs his hand over her blonde, curly hair. Everyone is watching in silence as they take in this magical moment. Your heart swells as you watch the man you thought you’d never see again finally meet his daughter. You place your hand over your heart as you smile. 

“Hi, beautiful,” he whispers to her. 

Stella smiles as her hand reaches out and lands on Billy’s chest. She yawns a bit as everyone melts. She sticks her tiny thumb in her mouth and slowly leans forward and rests her head on his chest. Billy looks up with wide eyes as you laugh a bit. You wipe away a few tears and nod your head. 

“She’s still sleepy.” you whisper. 

Billy looks to the crib and then back to you. 

“Should…Should I put her…down?” he asks, almost worried. 

“Do you want to put her down?” you ask quietly. 

Billy’s face softens as his hand begins rubbing tiny circles on her back. He gently shakes his head and smiles. 

“No.” he barely whispers. 

You bite your lip as you watch him begin rocking side to side with her still in his arms. He looks down at her tiny, chubby face and he can’t stop smiling. You’re taking in this sweet moment as One speaks up. 

“So, are doing this thing?” he asks in a hushed tone. 

You look over to him and remember that they’re supposed to be explaining all of this to you. 

“Yes,” you say. “Tell me… Tell me everything.” 

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[benhardyisdaddy]

must be a dream - part 3

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(welcome to part 3 and i hope u all enjoy this wild roller coaster :))) ALSO i will take every single billy pic/gif yall have plz lolol)

Word Count: 2,475

“And that’s where we are now,” says One. “Here in your apartment while completely disregarding apparently everything. Ya know, staying dead isn’t that hard!”

One had turned around to give Billy an irritated look. He rolls his eyes as he continues to hold Stella close to him. Everyone looks back to you and watches as you stare into space with your eyebrows knitted together. Tears welled up in your eyes as they suddenly begin pouring down. You don’t fight them back or wipe them away. You allow them to trickle down as your mind is racing. You’re trying to wrap your head around everything One had just told you. You weren’t sure how to feel at the moment. 

You were beyond happy to know that Billy was alive and well, but you were also beside yourself. You were hurt and angry, but mostly offended. You lightly shake your head as your eyes scan the room and lock with Billy’s. He swallows hard as your eyes narrow and your chin quivers. He hates seeing you like this. You were destroyed and this was all his fault. 

“You abandoned me.” you barely whisper. 

His heart shattered even more. His face drops as he continues to watch you in distraught. 

“You promised me you’d come back and you never did!” you slightly shout as you stand up fast. “You left me for… For strangers! You left me all alone to cry myself to sleep, so what!? So you could become some superhero? You gave up everything to play dead!?” 

The anger that you had bottled up was finally about to explode. You could feel it burning and gurgling in your chest as everyone takes a step back from you. Your face was going red as your eyes were becoming dark. Billy holds Stella even closer to him as he fights back tears. You were speaking the truth and he knows it. 

“I know,” he says fast. “I know that I hurt you and destroyed what we have! You don’t think it killed me every day to not be able to see you?” he asks. 

“It killed you!?” you ask loudly as you take another step towards him. “How about me going more than a year thinking that you were actually killed!” 

Billy didn’t know what else to say. He felt defenseless. No matter what he says, you were always going to bite back even harder. 

“I will never forgive myself for leaving you, y/n.” he says quietly. 

It goes silent for a moment as you two just stare at each other. Your chin quivers as you slowly shake your head. 

“If I hadn't seen you at the park… Would you have ever came back?” 

You asked a question you already knew the answer to. Billy just stares at you with wide eyes as he thinks about it. He doesn’t answer fast enough and you knew it. No. He wouldn’t of. If you hadn't seen him today, he would’ve snuck away and would have still been dead to you. That’s what hurts the most to think about. 

“You didn’t want me anymore,” you whisper. 

“That’s not true!” Billy harshly whispers back as he takes a step forward. 

You ignore him as you continue speaking. 

“You abandoned me when I needed you the most and if I can go all this time thinking you’re dead, I can go even longer.” 

That statement is what causes Billy to stop in his tracks and lose his breath. It’s as if someone had punched the air out of him. No matter how hard he tried to breathe, he just couldn’t. You can’t look him in the eyes as you walk up and grab Stella from his arms. You hold her against you as you quickly backup and stare at the floor. You were shaking hard as you wipe tears away and sniffle. 

“You don’t get to play dead and decide when it’s more convenient for you to come back into our lives. You need to leave.” 

Your tone was stern, but still hesitant. Of course you didn’t actually want Billy to leave. You wanted him to stay with you forever and always, but you were angry. Beyond angry. No words could describe this feeling inside. You just couldn’t look at him right now. Every time you do, you get more upset. The rest of the gang all look to Billy with their eyes wide. They knew how badly this was hurting him. 

One watches you for a moment as he frowns and walks up to Billy. His heart hurts for you as well, but he needed to take care of his team. He pats Billy on the back and leans in a bit. 

“We need to go.” he whispers. 

Billy is still staring at you as he nods his head, but doesn’t move his feet. He’s frozen in place. 

“C’mon, Four.” whispers One as he slightly pushes him towards the door. 

You want to scream out and tell him to come back, but you don’t. You just watch as everyone exits the apartment. Billy’s the last one to leave, but before he does, he turns around to look at you once more.

“This is where we’re staying and these are our room numbers. Just… In case.” says Two as she slides a piece of paper on your desk. 

You watch her quietly as you nod your head slightly. Billy is watching you intensely as he speaks.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he chokes out. “I was doing something good for once. Something I thought would make you proud.” 

“And you thought making me proud would be by deserting me?” you spat at him. 

You didn’t mean to be so harsh and cruel towards him. You know that every time you are, his heart breaks a little more. You couldn’t help yourself. This anger you felt had a mind of it’s own and you couldn’t control it. You just needed to be by yourself. Billy flinches at your harsh words as he shuts his eyes and tenses his jaw. He takes in a deep breath and turns to walk out. 

“I still love you.” he mumbles just before closing the door behind him. 

Once it’s shut, you hurry up to it and lock it fast. You gently rest your head on top of Stella’s as your eyes squeeze shut. You begin sobbing as your body shakes. You force your way to your bed and sit down on it before your legs go out from underneath you. Stella coos a bit as she wiggles around and drifts to sleep. You thank the gods that you have her in your life. You kiss the top of her head as you lay her down beside you. You lay down as well and close your eyes. Exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks as you drift off to sleep.

***

“Well, that went as planned.” sarcastically says One. 

Everyone rolls their eyes as Billy sits on his bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. He’s lost in thought as they all speak about what had just happened. 

“What if she turns us in?” asks Five. 

“She wouldn’t do that.” Three says fast. 

“How would you know!?” asks Five defensively. 

“Because you saw the look on her face!” shouts Three. “She’s not saying anything!” 

They all begin talking at once as Billy completely mutes them. His mind is focused on you and Stella only. He then suddenly remembers the letters you wrote. His eyes go wide as he leans over the bed and grabs his backpack. He unzips it fast and pulls out the bundle of letters with his name on them. He holds them close to his chest as he slowly and quietly makes his way off of the bed and towards the bathroom. Nobody notices him as they all bicker at one another. Billy locks the door behind him and walks to the bathtub. He steps inside and sits down. He needed to read at least one more you had wrote. He just needed a part of you with him. 

Dear Billy, 

Two weeks have passed since my last letter to you. I stopped writing for many reasons. Preparing for a baby is very time consuming (I’m sure you’d love every single second of it), work has been busy and, well… I feel almost silly for doing this. For writing to someone who I’ll never see again. Someone who will never read any of these. But ever since I stopped writing to you, something strange has been happening. 

I see you everywhere, Billy. I’ve seen you as clear as day on the other side of the road while I’m out for a stroll. I’ve stopped in my tracks as you just stared at me. It was so real, Billy. It was as if you were actually there, but you weren’t. The moment someone walked by, you would vanish and I would feel completely insane. You’re everywhere and yet nowhere all at once. I keep telling myself it’s my imagination, but I don’t want to believe that. I want to believe that it’s you and that you’re somehow still here. I’ve thought about getting help for it. As much as I love seeing your face in a crowd, it’s become too much for me. 

Your eyes are always so tired with dark bags under them. You never smile - there’s always a faint frown. You seem so unhappy and I so badly want to run across the street and help you, but I can’t. I can never help you again. I’ve failed you and I can never tell you how truly sorry I am. I’m so sorry you’ll never be able to meet our sweet Stella. I’m so sorry that you’re not here to feel her tiny kicks. They’re starting to become more prominent and it feels so real now. She’s real. I still can’t believe we’re going to be parents. I promise that she will grow up to know how amazing her father is. She will never go a day without me talking about you. I promise, Billy. I just miss you so much. I want you home again. I lost my home the day I lost you… So please come back. 

Yours Forever, 

Y/n 

Billy’s face is twisted with tears flooding his eyes. His body is gently shaking as he covers his face with his hand and fights back a loud sob. He should’ve thought all of this through, but he didn’t. Why he didn’t think this would affect you this badly? He’s not sure. All he’s sure about is how he failed you. As a lover and as a friend. And now as a father. He has to make all of this right… And fast. He needs to fix this before he loses you all over again. He owes you at least that much. Before Billy stands up to walk out, there’s a loud bang at the bathroom door. 

“Billy, we need to talk to you!” calls out Two. 

Billy jumps at her sudden voice as he freezes and looks back down at the letter in his hand. He slowly stands up and wipes away the tears from his face. He takes in a deep breath and steps back out into the hotel room. Everyone’s turned and facing him. He knits his eyebrows all confused as he stops and looks around at them.

 “What?” he asks fast. 

“We have an idea,” says Two with a slight smile on her face. 

“About?” asks Billy, still not understanding. 

“About y/n, you idiot!” calls out Three. 

One stands up and walks over to Billy with a hard to read expression. He pats him on the shoulder and raises his eyebrows. 

“You might want to sit down for this.” 

***

You’re still in bed fast asleep with Stella beside you. All was quiet as you snooze away with not a care in the world. You dream of Billy and as it was before he left you. You’re both smiling and laughing as he holds you close to him. Everything seemed so normal and perfect. You were actually happy. He was making you laugh by some cheesy joke he was telling and you never wanted this moment to end… But it did. 

Loud banging caused you to flinch awake. Your eyes fly open as your heart races like crazy. You look over to a sleeping Stella and begin to calm down when suddenly more banging it heard. You gasp as you sit up fast and look towards your door. You slip from the covers and very gently tip toe over to it. You hold your breath as you lean forward and look through the peephole. Your heart almost stops as you spot two men dressed in all black. One of them looks down at his watch to check the time. The other moves his jacket slightly and reveals a gun in his waistband. You cover your mouth with your hand just as one of them leans forward and bangs again on the door. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” you whisper to yourself.

You automatically go into fight or flight mode. All you can think about in this moment is Stella and making sure to keep her safe. Whoever these guys are, they’re more than likely here because of Billy and everyone else. You rush over to a drawer by your desk and pull out a baby carrier that Billy’s mom had gotten for you. You quickly buckle it around your shoulders and waist as you gently pick up Stella. She whines a bit as you place her inside of it and make sure she’s in securely. 

She places her head on your chest as you look around for anything else you might need. Your eyes fall onto a piece of paper on your desk. You quickly remember Two giving you the address for the hotel they’re staying at and their room numbers. You hurry to it and slip it in your pocket. You need to get out of there. You hurry to a window that leads to a set of fire stairs and open it up. The men at the door begin kicking at it brutally. You know it won’t stay closed forever. You hold Stella close to you as you step out into the night and take in a deep breath. 

You’ve been doing this kind of thing with Billy for as long as you can remember. All that’s in your way now is that there’s a baby involved. You look down at Stella and nod your head as you begin making your way down to the first floor. Just as you make it safely, you hear your apartments door fling open. You hear deep voices and the sound of glass shattering as you begin running towards the direction of the hotel. Whoever these guys were, you know six people that might know them.

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[benhardyisdaddy]

you’re ours now

MASTERLIST 

(hope whoever submitted this likes it!!! took forever cuz such bad writers block so im sorry if its not as good!!! ily all sm ALSO the first line gave me major 50 shades vibes and i laughed so hard while rereading the thing lmaooo) 

Word Count: 2,856

“Mr. Taylor will see you now.” 

Nervous was an understatement. You couldn't believe that your application as an assistant for the Roger Taylor actually got accepted. You couldn’t believe it when your phone rang and you were told to come in for an interview. You had never been an assistant before and you weren’t entirely sure what the job holds. All you know is that you’re sat in a lobby with your best dress on and your legs shaking beyond belief. The moment the receptionist called out your name, you almost lost your breath. This was it. It’s all or nothing. 

“Right this way.” says the beautiful blonde as she walks you to a double set of wide doors. 

Her heels click on the floor and for some reason, that almost makes you more nervous. You straighten up your hair as she opens the doors widely and turns to smile at you. 

“Here we are.” 

You thank her quickly as you step inside a large room with huge windows that reveal the busy city down below. There’s a desk towards the back of the room with Roger sitting at it. He’s looking at his computer while typing away. You walk up all of the way and nervously tuck some hair behind your ear. Roger catches sight of you as he leans against his chair and finally catches your glare. He smiles for a moment before it drops suddenly. 

“Hi, Mr. Taylor,” you start as you hold out your hand for him to shake. “My names y/n y/l/n. It’s so nice to meet you.” 

Roger quickly stands up and straightens out his shirt. He smiles and reaches his hand out to shake yours. 

“Please, call me Roger. It’s very nice to meet you, Miss y/l/n.” 

“Please, call me y/n.” you say with a grin. 

Roger lightly laughs as he keeps his eyes glued to you. He couldn’t believe just how beautiful you are. He was at a loss for words, but had to force himself to speak. You didn’t even need to have an interview. The moment he laid eyes on you, you already had the job. 

You just didn’t know.

***

1 Month Later

Work was insane today. Although you work closely with Roger and are practically by his side all of the time, it was hectic and fast. The works on a new movie he’s working on was taking up all of his time. Today was especially busy and hectic though. Today he was meeting the man who would portray him in the movie. It was a big moment for him and even Roger was nervous. 

He was sat in his dressing room as he waited for the makeup artist to come in and touch up the onscreen makeup he had on. He was sitting there with his leg bouncing like crazy as he keeps checking the watch on his wrist. 

“Where the bloody hell is she!?” he asks as he looks around. 

You’re sat on a couch on the other side of the room and watch at how frustrated he’s getting. You stand up slowly and hold your notebook close to you as you walk up. 

“Roger?” you quietly ask, causing him to look over. 

He smiles sweetly as you walk up closer - his demeanor totally changing. 

“Um, I know my way around makeup. I worked as a makeup artist for a few years before starting here and, well, if you’d like me to do the touch ups… I can.” 

You were still nervous around him as you watch his eyes light up at your request. Roger sits up straighter and nods. 

“I would greatly appreciate that, y/n. Thank you.” he says all excited. 

You smile sweetly and place your notebook down. You rummage through the makeup desk and find exactly what you need. You grab a small brush and a color that matches Roger’s complexion. You stand in front of him and lean in close. Your eyes lock with his as you freeze for a moment, the two of you just admiring one another. Roger smiles even wider as you look away and feel your face burn. You look back to him and begin going to work. Roger’s eyes are glued to you as you attempt to concentrate. 

“I love your eyes.” Roger say quietly. 

You pause and look to him, your heart speeding. You smile and blush even harder. 

“Thank you.” you almost whisper.

You finish up your makeup duties as you lower your hand and admire your work. 

“All done.” you whisper as you smile. 

Before you can walk away, Roger reaches out and grabs your hand. He doesn’t let go as you face him once more. He pulls you towards him and you allow it. Your breathing picks up as he scans your eyes. 

“Thank you.” he tells you.

“You’re more than welcome. Just trying to help.” 

“And I appreciate it.” 

Roger’s hand is gently rubbing tiny circles on yours. It makes your skin tingle and your stomach to flip flop. You should lean away from Roger, but you don’t. Instead, he’s leaning in as his eyes gaze to your lips. Anyone could walk in at any moment, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the moment Roger’s lips touch yours. You never thought this would happen, but to your greatest surprise, it is. Your eyes flutter close as Roger pulls you closer against him. 

Your hands find their way to his neck as his rest on your lower back. The kiss speeds up until you’re both out of breath. Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at the door and the two of you pull away fast. You bring your fingers to your lips and graze them. Roger clears his throat before telling whoever it is to come in. The door opens up and inside walks the makeup artists. She looks so apologetic. 

“Mr. Taylor, I am so sorry for being late.” 

Roger is no longer upset about her tardiness. He can't get rid of the smile on his face as he shakes his head and gently laughs. 

“Believe me, it’s fine. It worked out perfectly.” he says as he looks to you with a smile. 

You couldn’t help but return one as you bite your lip. 

***

“He’s here!” someone shouts as you sit next to Roger and await the arrival of the man who’s going to portray him. 

Roger and you keep glancing at one another and laughing as you try to keep what just happened between the two of you a secret. As you’re looking at each other, the door opens up and in walks someone. You look over and spot a young, handsome guy enter. He smiles to the person that holds the door for him and thanks them. Roger stands up and you do the same. The guy spots you two and freezes for a moment. He swallows hard as he looks to you and grins. You smile back and look away fast. The casting for this movie was spot on after meeting him. You look to Roger and his eyes are glowing as he reaches out to shake his hand. 

“Hi, Mr. Taylor. I’m Ben Hardy. It’s such an honor to meet you.” 

Roger smirks and looks to you, then back to him. 

“Honor is all mine, Ben. This is my assistant, y/n.” he says sweetly as Ben looks back to you. 

He smiles and looks you up and down, before realizing what he’s doing. 

“Oh, nice to meet you, y/n.” 

Your heart was thumping as Roger and Ben begin talking about anything and everything. The connection the three of you have was out of this world. You were somehow drawn into the conversation as you laughed along with them. You’re all sat on the couch as you sit a little too close to Roger, something Ben noticed. You felt this feeling deep down in your stomach and you couldn’t understand it. You looked to Roger and Ben and felt something odd. What you didn’t know was that Ben and Roger felt the same exact way. 

***

2 Weeks Later 

You and Roger were spending so much time with Ben, you practically felt like you already knew him. You knew his interests, his life story and vice versa. Filming for the movie hadn’t started yet. The plan was to have Ben learn as much as he could from Roger, which meant spending almost every waking moment with him - which you weren’t bothered by. 

That kiss you had with Roger wasn’t just a one time thing either. Every so often, you find yourself in his hotel bed - naked limbs tangled together. It was like a dream come true. One particular night in his bed, Roger had decided to bring something up.  

“So,” he starts as he rubs your arm. “What do you think of Ben?” 

You’re taken aback by his question as you look up to him and narrow your eyes. 

“I think he’s kind and funny. Why?” you ask suspiciously. 

Roger just shrugs and stares up at the ceiling. 

“Do you find him...attractive?” he asks randomly. 

You almost laugh by his question as you sit up on your elbows. 

“You’re really asking me that?” you giggle. 

“Yes really.” says Roger as he looks back to you, a sly smile playing at his lips. 

“Well… I mean… He’s not ugly.” you say, trying to make sure you don’t set off something. 

Roger smirks as you speak. 

“Why?” you tease as you lean in and kiss him on the cheek. “Do you find him attractive?” you joke. 

Roger smiles and looks away as he stretches. 

“I do actually.” he says, catching you off guard. 

“Do you?” you ask, watching him closely. “Then… I find him attractive too.”

“Perhaps we should invite him out for dinner tomorrow?” purrs Roger as his hand runs down your side. 

Your skin tingles as you bite your lip and nod - finally understanding what he’s getting at. 

“Perhaps we should.” 

***

The Next Day 

“I have to make a phone call, so why don’t you go ask Ben about tonight.” 

You were nervous about Roger’s request, but you can’t say no to him. He smirks as he watches you narrow your eyes to him and turn around to walk towards Ben. He’s sat on the sofa in the lounge room, his phone in his hands. He’s scrolling through something as he stares at it intensely. You make your way up to him and clear your throat. You were horrible at things like this. Your nerves always got the best of you, but you had a feeling that you’d do fine. Ben hears you and looks up fast, lowering his phone. His eyes go bright as he smiles to you. 

“Hey, y/n.” he says sweetly. 

You smile and feel your face beginning to turn pink. 

“Hey, Ben. I had a question for you.” 

You find yourself sitting next to him. He turns to face you and his attention was all yours.

“Would you, possibly, like to, maybe, have dinner with Rog and I tonight?” you ask, finding yourself stuttering a bit. 

Ben notices and smiles at how cute he finds you. His eyes glance over to Roger, who’s on the phone and looking over at the two of you for a moment. He raises his eyebrows and smiles before turning around. Ben looks back to you and his eyes narrow a bit. He leans in to you - causing you to do the same. 

“Can I ask you something?” he asks, his voice low. 

You nod and are curious. 

“Are you and Rog… Ya know… A thing?” 

You lean back and weren’t expecting that. 

“Oh,” you say fast, trying to find the right words to say. “Um, well, I’m not sure how to answer that at the moment. I guess you could say it’s complicated.” 

Ben smiles as he stares at you, his jaw tensing a bit. His hand moves forward and gently grazes over yours. 

“I like complicated.” he says, his voice low once more - causing your stomach to flip. “And I’d love to have dinner with you two.” 

***

All through dinner, the three of you laughed and talked about everything. Not one moment did it feel awkward at all. It’s as if the three of you had known each other all of your lives. The chemistry was definitely there - you all could feel it. 

“This was absolutely delicious. Thank you so much for inviting me! I always enjoy being around you two.” says Ben with a smile. 

“We love it too. Don’t we, y/n?” asks Roger. 

Just then, Roger’s hand slips under the table and slides up your thigh. You swallow hard and jerk a bit, causing Ben to watch you sternly. Nobody could see Roger’s hand, but they could definitely see the odd look on your face. 

“Oh!” you gasp. “Yes, we love it.” you say, trying to cover up your sudden burst of excitement. 

Roger smirks to you and raises a brow, telling you that you know what to do next. He pauses his hand movement in order for you to speak properly. 

“Would you like to come back to Roger’s place with us?” you ask suddenly. “I can make us all coffee.” 

Ben leans back against his chair and smirks. He looks between the two of you and nods. 

“I’d love nothing more.” 

***

A perfectly innocent cup of coffee turned into something more. You all were standing around Roger’s room with the glasses in your hand. 

“Would anyone like anything stronger than coffee?” Roger jokes as he pulls out some liquor. 

You and Ben both say yes as you laugh. You sip on the drink as Roger then pops on some music. Ben and Roger are stood close as they are talking about something you can’t hear. You’re staring at them as you practically drool. You’re not sure where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but it’s here. You sit your drink down and stare at Roger until you walk up to him. He’s in mid sentence as you grab his face and place your lips on his. The kiss is hot and fast as he moans against you, caught off guard completely. Ben’s stood there as his eyes go wide. His pants begin to get a little too tight and he’s suddenly embarrassed. He can’t break his eyes away from you. 

You lean away and smile as Roger catches his breath. You nod your head slightly and Roger knew exactly what you were referring to. He smirks and nods back. You bite your lip and turn around quickly and walk up to Ben. You grab his head and pull him in. Ben goes with it and the two of you are kissing as well. You slip your tongue into his mouth and that’s when he was practically melting. You both pull away and smile to one another. Just then, Ben looks up to Roger and they lock eyes. You stand back as you watch Roger walk up and do the same exact action you had just done. Their lips lock and it felt like you were in a dream and didn’t want to wake up. You bite your lip as they pull away and suddenly they’re both staring at you. They looked hungry and needed more - which is exactly what you were going to give them both. 

*** 

6 am was nearing as the 3 of you cuddle together in bed. You had your head on Roger’s chest as he rubbed your arm. Ben was curled up behind you as Roger soothingly runs his hand through his hair, causing Ben to smile. You were almost asleep when you feel the bed dip down. You slowly open them and look over to Ben as he slowly searches for his clothes. You sit up on your elbows and watch him with a confused look. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” you ask, your voice laced with exhaustion. 

Ben looks to the both of you. He looks like a deer in the headlights. 

“Oh, um… It was getting early and I was going to try to catch a cab before it gets too busy…” he trails off. 

You raise a brow and look to Roger and then back to Ben. 

“Get back in bed.” you order him in a stern tone. 

Ben’s face softens as he looks to Roger for reassurance. 

“You heard the lady.” says Rog, placing an arm behind his head.

Ben slightly smiles as he looks down and drops his clothes. He slowly walks over and slides back under the covers. You turn to face him and gently cup his face with your hand. 

“You’re ours now.” you whisper, causing Ben to turn red and smile. 

You lean in and gently kiss him. He melts against you as he runs his hand up your hip. You pull away and smile as you run your finger against his bottom lip. You feel Roger turn to spoon you as he kisses your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” he whispers. “What she said.” 

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[benhardyisdaddy]

complicated - part 2

MASTERLIST 

(theyre now all grown up and ben is so cute UGHHH i hope u all like this, the series is going to be interesting lolol) 

Word Count: 1,600

Years have now passed since the first day you met your new best friend. After high school, you had been searching for a roommate so you could finally move out and be the independent person you want to be. You mentioned the thought to Ben when he suddenly blurted out that he could be your roommate. 

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on you.” 

“Are you kidding me?” he asks with a big goofy grin on his face. “What better roommate to have than your own handsome best friend?” 

You laugh and roll your eyes at his cockiness. You think about it for a second more and agree. 

“Okay! I’m totally up for it. Two best friends rooming together. What’s the worst that can happen?” 

Well, there’s a few things that can happen. One of them being Ben bringing home random women and finding them half naked in your kitchen early in the morning - a morning like today. Your alarm for work had woken you up as you get up from bed and stretch. You yawn loudly as you throw on your robe and rub your eyes. You open your bedroom door and slowly make your way down the hallway and into the kitchen. You needed coffee ASAP. You notice the fridge open and assume it’s Ben rummaging around for food to eat. You chuckle to yourself and turn on the coffee pot. 

“If you want cereal, we need to go shopping for mi-” 

Before you can finish your sentence, a blonde haired woman stands up fast. She looks to you half startled as her eyes are wide. You’re taken aback as she steps back and you realize the only thing she has on is one of Ben’s shirts. She crosses her arms and looks you up and down, almost a rude glare in her eyes. 

“And you are?” she asks snarky. 

“I mean you’re the half naked one in my kitchen.” you bite back. 

You never liked the girls Ben brought back home with him. They were always so rude and almost jealous when you’ve greeted by them. You should be used to his random flings by now, but you’re not. Her eyes go wide by what you say. 

“You’re kitchen? This is Ben’s-” 

Before she can finish, in walks a half dressed Ben. He has on pajama pants and that’s all. He yawns before realizing the tensed stare down before him. The girl spots him and her face softens as she smiles. 

“Good morning, you.” she purrs as he walks in more. 

You give him a glare with a raised eyebrow. He gives you an ‘I’m sorry’ look with his big puppy dog eyes. 

“Y/n, this is Vanessa. Vanessa, y/n.” 

“His roommate.” you say slowly with a fake smile. 

Vanessa scowls as she looks back to Ben slightly confused. 

“You told me your roommate was a guy.” 

You laugh and try to hold it back, causing her to look at you fast with narrowed eyes. 

“Ashamed of me, are we, Ben?” you tease, causing his face to go slightly red. 

“What? No, I, um-” 

“You’re also breaking one of our rules.” you say as you scan his toned, shirtless body. 

“Rules are meant to be broken, right?” he teases as he looks to Vanessa. 

She smirks and runs her hand along his stomach. You roll your eyes and force yourself not to gag. 

“Not our rules, Ben. Wearing clothes at all times is definitely a rule we made.”

“Oh relax, y/n. I just woke up. Cut me some slack.” 

“Yeah,” says Vanessa. “Cut Benny some slack.” 

That’s the nickname only you can use for Ben and he knows it. He tenses up when he watches the look on your face. You tense your jaw and finally shrug.

“Okay, fine. If we’re all gonna be half dressed, then why can’t I?” 

And with that, you tear off your robe and fling your shirt off. Luckily you had your bra on. Vanessa glares at you as Ben’s mouth slightly falls open. His eyes scan you up and down and then he shakes his head fast. 

“Hey!” he shouts. 

You just shrug as you turn to pour yourself a cup of coffee. 

“Cut me some slack, Benny.” you mock back to him. 

You hear as Vanessa huffs and you smirk to yourself. 

“Do you want to go get some breakfast?” she asks him. 

You fight back a laugh at that question. You know Ben well and he’s not the type to go eat breakfast after a night with a girl. He’s the kind of guy to call them a cab and wish them well as they leave. Relationship isn’t a word in his vocabulary. You know where this is headed. 

“Oh, I really wish I could, but I have to go help y/n shop for some stuff.” 

Your eyes go wide as you spin around and glare at him. Vanessa knits her brows as she glances to you and then back to him. 

“Doesn’t she have, like, a boyfriend to go do that with?” 

“She does, but she needs help with a certain thing. It’s for her dolls.” he whispers.

You’re taking a sip of your coffee and nearly choke by that statement. 

“Her… what?” 

“Her dolls. She has a huge collection and is too embarrassed to tell Trent about them. Aren’t you, y/n?” 

You glare at him as you fake smile and look to Vanessa. It’s too late now. You might as well go along with it. You’ve officially won best friend of the century.

“Yes. My dolls. Love them dearly.” you say with the look of death in your eyes. 

“She needs a new dresser so she can put new ones on it. Right?” 

“Yep. And then I need to brush their hair. Ben likes to help me with that. Don’t you, Benny?” 

He narrows his eyes at you and then laughs it off as he shakes his head. 

“She’s so funny.” he says fast. 

Vanessa looks beyond confused and shakes her head. 

“Rain check on breakfast?” Ben asks with his sweet, charming smile.

Vanessa melts instantly and smiles back. 

“Sounds good.” 

She walks away and glances over to you as she walks to the bedroom to change back into her clothes. You’re stood in the kitchen as you lean against the counter and sip your coffee. Ben’s eyes are narrowed as he stares at you. 

“Will you please put your shirt back on?” he asks. 

You shrug and lower the cup from your face. 

“Will you put yours on?” 

“Do you always have to be such a nag?” he asks as he walks up and kisses the top of your head. 

You smile as he walks away and towards his room. 

“You love when I nag!” you call out. 

You hear Ben laugh. 

“True!” he calls out before the door shuts. 

You place the coffee down and throw your shirt back on. You make your way back to your room and get ready for work. You hurry to the bathroom and lock it before Ben tries to steal it away from you. You quickly shower and get dressed in your work uniform. You’re a waitress at a small diner in town. You throw your hair into a ponytail and exit the bathroom. Ben and Vanessa are walking towards the front door as he opens it. She reaches up and kisses him as she giggles from something he’s said. It makes your stomach turn. She glances your way and forces a smile. Ben turns and spots you as you smile back and wave your hand. 

“Bye, Veronica! I’ll tell my dolls good things about you.” 

She rolls her eyes and holds her purse close to her. 

“It’s Vanessa.” she shoots back. 

You continue smiling as you shake your head. 

“It doesn’t matter.” 

Ben finds himself holding a laugh back as he says goodbye and shuts the door. He turns around with the most apologetic look on his face. 

“I’m so sorry.” he says fast. 

“Benjamin, you broke another rule! You’re not supposed to use me when you’re blowing off your one nighters! Remember!?” 

“I do remember! I’m so sorry, but I just needed your help.” 

You roll your eyes and turn around to walk into your room.

“Dolls!? You use me to help you and you use dolls!? You’re actually evil.” 

Ben falls on your bed with a pleading look. 

“And you’re actually a saint. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll do anything you want. Just name it.”

You have a mischievous look on your face as you begin thinking. 

“Hmmm, anything?” you ask with a tone that scares Ben. 

“Oh no.” he says as he sits up. 

You laugh at his expression. 

“You get to clean the bathroom for the rest of the week. And I mean the toilet and my shower hair balls.” 

Ben makes a dramatic gagging face and slowly nods his head. He looks defenseless. 

“Ugh… Deal.” he says quietly. 

You smirk as you grab your purse and look pleased with yourself. 

“Do you feel better now?” he asks standing up. 

You walk from your room and towards the front door. 

“Ya know what, I do.” you tell him with a smile. “I’m off to work. Oh, and Ben,” you say as you step out of the door and peer inside. 

His head lifts up at your questioning tone. 

“Keep your shirt on.” 

And with that, you shut the door, but not before you hear him call out. 

“You like it!” 

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[benhardyisdaddy]

i’m in love with my car

MASTERLIST 

(hope u all like this idea from @roger-bang-the-drum !!! <3) 

Word Count: 974

‘67 Mustang. That’s the car you had in your garage as you lay underneath and work away. This was your dream car ever since you were a little kid and you finally got it. You saved and saved until you could finally afford it. It was like your baby - taking care of it day and night. Your passion for mechanics and cars was in your blood as it ran in your family. You were determined to get this machine up and running and you weren’t giving up easily. 

You were covered in oil and grease as were your overalls. You were so close to fixing this car as you bite your lip and twist a bolt as hard as you can. Ever since you had met your boyfriend, Ben, three years ago, you couldn't stop blabbering about this car. He knew nothing you were talking about, but he just loved the way your eyes crinkle and how passionate you are about it. Whatever you love, he loves.

You finally were able to twist the bolt until a tiny pop is heard. Your eyes go wide as you smile huge and roll yourself from under the vehicle. You press a button on a machine that’s holding the car up and watch as it slowly lowers back down just a bit. You rush to the hood of the vehicle and open it up. You check wires and make sure everything was in place. This was the moment you had been waiting for. You couldn’t stop grinning as you retrieve the keys from your pocket and hurry to get inside, slamming the door shut. 

You place the key in the ignition and close your eyes. You take in a deep breath and turn the key, hearing the engine roar to life. It worked! You open your eyes wide and laugh as you raise your arms and cheer loudly. Your dream was finally here and you needed to show Ben immediately. You didn’t think about anything else besides putting on your seat belt and shifting her into drive. The car moved smoothly and you couldn’t believe this was happening. You’re on your way to see Ben. 

***

Ben was busy filming a movie that he was so passionate about. The location of the day was not far from you at all. You had only visited once and were given a lanyard with a special access card on it. You couldn’t wait to get there and show off your girl. You drove fast and excited when the giant gate to the studio appears. Someone clicks on over the intercom as you show your badge and identify yourself. They immediately know you are as the gate opens. You thank them and quickly drive inside. There’s a parking lot just to the right of you as you park the car and jump out. You admire the beauty before you hear your name being called. You turn around and spot Ben all dressed up for the movie - a huge smile on his face. 

“Security told me you were!” he says happily. 

You grin wide and step aside as you show off the car. Ben understands and his eyes go wide. 

“I finally finished!” you squeal as he stares at it in shock. 

“You finished!” you shouts as he walks up and engulfs you into a big hug. “I’m so proud of you!” 

You squeeze him tight and back away when more voices are heard. You both spin around and watch as the rest of the cast walk towards you. Ben holds your hand and smiles as the real Roger Taylor walks up. 

“Ah, this must be the lovely y/n.” he says with a smile. 

Your eyes go wide for a moment and your speech is nonexistent as you try to think of something intelligible to be. 

“Oh, uh, um-” 

“Yes!” Ben says looking to you. “This is my girlfriend, y/n. Y/n, this is Roger, Brian, Rami, Gwil and Joe. Y/n here just accomplished a huge dream of hers finally.” he says all proud. 

Roger’s eyebrows go up as he smiles. 

“And what was that?” 

You feel your cheeks turn pink as you move out of the way to reveal your car. Roger’s eyes go wide as he walks up to admire it. 

“This is your car!?” he asks shocked. “Let me guess, 67?” 

You’re taken back by his accuracy. 

“Wow, yeah it is! Always wanted one ever since I was little and I finally just got it to drive.” 

“You fixed it yourself?” he asks beyond impressed. 

You raise your head and nod. Ben’s watching you with stars in his eyes. 

“I used to have one of these babies when I was around your age.” says Roger. “What engine is in it?” 

Everyone but you all sigh and roll their eyes as you two begin talking about everything cars. 

“Oh, not another one.” says Brian quietly in the back with a dramatic sigh. 

Gwil, Joe and Rami are all watching as they hold back laughs as Roger explains everything Mustang to you. He keeps getting more shocked about how you already know anything and everything about cars. Roger looks to Ben and raises a brow. 

“Benjamin, if you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” 

Everyone, including you, laugh as Ben’s eyes go wide. 

“But… But I introduced her to you.” he says fast as you walk next to him. 

“Well, she’s my favorite kid now and if you hurt her, I’ll end you.” 

Ben’s face is a mix of laughter and fear as you giggle. 

“Understood.” he says as Rog smiles and motions you to walk with them. 

“So,” he starts. “What’s your opinion on the ‘67 Chevy?” 

You look behind you and catch Ben’s eye as you both sweetly smile to one another and make your way inside. 

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[benhardyisdaddy]

love is love

MASTERLIST 

(ik this story is short and im sorry but i had bit of writers block lol but its sooooo sweet  i literally got sooo fluffy while writing it omg bi!ben is the loml) 

Word Count: 712

If y/n likes girls, why is she dating Ben??? Their relationship makes no sense to me. 

Ben dating y/n makes no sense to anyone I know. Ben needs to date guys, NOT y/n! 

Completely confused as to why Ben and y/n are together. Can anyone explain as to why they’re a thing???

Comment after comment on your Instagram pictures are what set you off. It’s true, you’re both bi. You like girls and he likes guys, but you also like guys and he likes girls. The comments on your photos and headlines in newspapers were getting to you. You were laying on your bed as you scroll through your news-feed and pout. You’ve been known to be in relationships with girls, but after you met Ben, you knew it was love at first sight. It was the same way for him as well. 

You both understood each other perfectly well and your relationship was built on trust and understanding, but these comments were almost too much to handle. It made you feel horrible about yourself. Like you’re not allowed to be happy with him and vice versa. 

“Why are you on the bed all grumps?” 

You look over from your phone and spot Ben standing in the doorway with sweat glistening on his forehead. He had gone out for a quick run and left you to secretly sulk by yourself. You’ve never truly told him how you felt about these comments. You force a smile to him as he walks closer and tosses his jacket over his shoulder. 

“I’m okay.” you lie. 

And he knows it. He squints his eyes as you sit up. He sits on the edge of the bed and eyes your phone suspiciously. 

“Whatchya looking at?” he asks. 

You look to your phone and shake your head. 

“Oh, nothing. Just Instagram stuff-” 

But before you can finish your sentence, Ben reaches over fast and snatches the phone from your hand. 

“Hey!” you squeal as you go to grab it back, but it’s no use. 

He holds it away as he reads what you’ve been looking at. The horrible comments. His once jokingly smirk has now vanished and is replaced with a serious, knitted brow look. He lowers the phone and looks back to you. 

“Are you binge reading this stuff?” he asks. 

You shrug and look down at your hands. 

“Baby,” he says softly as he scoots closer to you. “These comments are from people who are miserable, so they want to make others feel the same way.” 

“But they’re saying we shouldn’t be together and that our relationship is a big joke.” 

“Do you think it’s a big joke?” he asks fast. 

You’re taken aback by his question as you shake your head fast. 

“No!” you say a little too loud, causing him to smile.

“See? That’s all that matters.” 

You sigh loudly as you look back to Ben. 

“It doesn’t bother you that they’re saying we should be with different people? That I should be with girls instead?” 

“They clearly don’t understand what love is.” he says sweetly. “I don’t want to be with anyone else, okay? It’s you and it’s always been you. Understood?” 

He lowers his head so he can catch your eyes. You fight back a smile, but fail. He always had a way to make you smile, even when you don’t want to. 

“Understood.” you whisper. 

Ben nods and leans forward to you. 

“No more reading these dumb comments and more giving me attention.” 

You laugh loudly as Ben kisses you. Your hand goes to his face and you make a disgusted look. 

“You’re all sweaty!” you groan. 

Ben’s brow raises as he smirks. 

“Oh, you don’t like it?” he asks with a mischievous look. 

Just then, he leans forward more and begins rubbing himself all over you which causes you to squeal loudly and fall back on the bed. 

“Ew!” you repeat over and over again. “Ben!” 

He stops and is hovering above you with a huge smile on his face. He scans your face and moves a piece of hair from your eyes. 

“I love you.” he says quietly. 

You bring your hand up and graze your finger against his plump lips. 

“I love you more.” 

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[benhardyisdaddy]

Unexpected

MASTERLIST 

(hope whoever requested this likes it <3 also ben looks soft and cute in this pic, i cant rn) 

Word Count: 4,326

WARNING: underage drinking, unwanted pregnancy angst

One week before Summer vacation’s over and you’re officially a senior. Eighteen looked good on you and you were so determined to do amazing in school - like always - and earn your way into an Ivy League. It was a huge dream of yours and you wouldn’t let anything get in that way. 

“What do you mean you’re not going to Will’s party tonight? You promised!” 

You were laying on your bed with your phone to your ear. Your best friend Ben is on the other line with a pathetically sad voice. 

“Will’s thrown an end of summer part since we were in second grade! We always go together! You can’t bail on me now!” 

You just sigh as you roll over onto your belly and close your eyes. 

“Ben, it’s just that I want a clear head before we go back. This is the year of y/n, okay? I don’t want anything to ruin this.” 

“So a silly party might ruin your reputation and acceptance into college?” he asks with a dramatic voice. 

You roll your eyes again. 

“This is serious to me, Ben! I’ve worked hard to get where I’m at.” 

“Don’t have to rub it in.” he says softly, causing your heart to break a bit. 

Ben still hasn’t gotten any acceptance letters to colleges he had applied for this Summer and it was bumming him out badly. You could tell. 

“What time do you want to leave?” you ask with a slight smile as you change the topic. 

You can hear Ben slightly gasp and can practically hear the smile on his face. 

“Is that you saying that you’ll go!?” he asks loudly. 

“Yes. I’ll go with you to Will's silly party! Pick me up around eight?”

Ben looks at the clock and realizes that’s only thirty minutes from now. He smiles and nods, even though you can’t see it. 

“Eight it is.” 

***

The idea didn’t seem so bad to you after you got yourself all ready. It was your senior year after all. This would be your last end of Summer party with your friends. You wanted to get dolled up and look nice for the occasion… Or possibly look nice for Aaron - your crush. You know he’ll be there so you mentally thank Ben for making you say yes. 

You’re waiting downstairs in your living when there’s a honk just outside. You know it’s Ben. You say goodbye to your parents as you rush off. Ben’s in the driver's seat with a big goofy grin on his face. You hurry to the car and slide in. 

“You look fancy.” he says in a purr like voice. 

You roll your eyes and lightly blush. 

“For Aaaaaron?” he asks, drawing out his name. 

You reach over and shove his arm playfully, causing him to laugh out loud. 

“What’s wrong with just wanting to look nice, huh!?” 

You both talk about anything and everything as you drive to the party. It’s located out by the docks on the lake like every year. That meant swimming, bonfires and god knows what else. You both finally arrive as he parks the car. You jump out and look around at the swarm of kids that were here. Your knew everyone that was here, but it felt odd seeing them after a year of being absent for Summer. It was nice to see familiar faces. You scan around and spot Aaron and your heart jumps. He’s near a table with all kinds of drinks on them - including alcohol. It was a party after all. 

“Want a drink?” asks Ben as if he’s read your mind.

“Please!” 

He nods and walks away towards the table. You slowly follow behind him with your eyes on Aaron. He’s smiling and laughing with one of his friends as you stare at him with actual heart eyes. You’re closer to the table when Aaron looks over and spots you. He smiles big and waves. It catches you off guard as you stand up straight and awkwardly wave back. He definitely caught you staring. Your face burned as you walk up more. 

“How was your Summer break?” asks Aaron as he walks up and brings you in for a hug. 

You’re frozen as he leans away with that sweet smile still plastered on his face. 

“Oh,” you say fast, realizing you need to speak. “It was awesome! Thanks. How, uh, how was yours?” 

Aaron shrugs and continues smiling as Ben turns from the table and stops as he watches you two. He knows about your feelings towards Aaron and doesn’t want to ruin the moment for you. Ben sips on his drink as he just stands back and observes. 

“Wasn’t too bad actually.” says Aaron. “Missed my science buddy though.” he teases as he talks about you. 

You giggle and move a piece of hair behind your hair - your way too obvious way of flirting. 

“Well, maybe we’ll have that class again this yea-” 

Before you can finish, Clara, the popular girl in school, walks up and wraps her arms around Aaron’s waist all while leaning up and kissing him. Your smile falls fast as you watch their intimate moment. You look away and feel your heart break. Ben watches you as he lowers the cup, his heart breaking for you as well. You’re looking around awkwardly as you rub your arm. Aaron and Clara look to you as her face falls. 

“Can we help you?” she asks rudely. 

Aaron speaks up in defense. 

“No, babe, I was talking to y/n about how I missed my science buddy. She use to let me copy her stuff all the time.” he laughs out. 

Oh, you think to yourself. That’s why you missed me. 

“Hey, y/n!” calls out Ben to rescue you. 

He walks up and you watch as Clara eyes him up and down, a smile on her face. He doesn’t pay her any attention as he’s only focused on you. 

“Here’s your drink. Let’s go by the fire.” he says quickly before grabbing your hand and leading you away. 

You follow him without a fight. You were thankful for the save. The two of you walk until you spot a giant log sitting by the huge campfire. You sit down and down your drink in an instant. Ben gets back up and steals a bottle of liquor for you two to share. You’re staring at the fire as your head starts buzzing. 

“Thank you.” you say quietly. 

Ben knows what you’re referring to. He reaches over and wraps an arm around your shoulder as he pulls you close to him. He kisses your head and rests his on it for a moment. 

“Anytime.” he says back, causing you to smile. 

You lean away to drink some more. You’re staring over at Aaron and watching as him and Clara hang all over each other. They look so happy and it made you sick. 

“Why would he want her?” you ask. “She’s the rudest human I’ve ever met.” 

“Agreed.” says Ben with a mouth full of booze. 

You just shake your head and down another drink. It was starting to mess with your head and you were actually kind of happy. You needed to let loose for a bit. Let go of all of your stress before the actual stress even begins. 

“Wanna dance?” asks Ben randomly as he watches a big group of kids dancing like crazy on a gravely patch to the right of you. 

You watch them for a moment before smiling and standing up. You wobble for a moment, but catch yourself. 

“After you,” you say to him. 

The two of you hurry up and begin dancing like crazy. Ben’s holding your hand and twirls you around as you laugh. He does some silly dance moves that make you cry from laughter. When the song’s over, you both return back to your seat. But as you sit down, you both miss the log at the same time and land on your butts. You’re drunk as you both lean against one another and laugh hard. You continue to sit on the ground as you sip on your drink some more. 

“I’m really drunk.” you confess to Ben. 

He laughs and nods. 

“Me too.” 

You look back over to Aaron and frown. 

“She’s so lucky.” you say. “I bet he’s so good in bed.” 

Ben chokes on his drink as he coughs, making you look at him fast. 

“What!?” you ask.

“Innocent y/n talking about a guy in bed. I’m surprised.” 

You roll your eyes at him. 

“I’m not as innocent as you think, Ben.” 

He raises a brow to you. 

“Oh really? Do you even know what a sex is?” 

“A sex!?” you ask as you laugh hard. 

“Yes! A sex!” he laughs out. 

“For your information,” you slur. “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me. Especially me with sex.” 

Ben’s actually shocked by that. His face falls and his mouth closes. 

“You’ve…?” he asks. 

You nod proudly. 

“Of course I have. Have you…?” 

“Yeah, of course.” he laughs. “Just a bit shocked by yours.” 

You look back to Aaron and frown once more. 

“I just bet he’s so good.” 

“Jesus, y/n. There’s other men out there that are decent at sex ya know. I bet he’s shit.” 

“Oh really?” you ask. “Are you good in bed, Benjamin?” 

“Actually,” he says smugly. “I’m quite freaking fantastic.” 

You’re taken aback by his bluntness. 

“Oh…” is all you can say. 

“That’s what you need though,” he says taking a swig. “A good shag. You’ve probably been deprived all Summer.” 

Honestly, he was right. You’ve been so focused on school and your studies this Summer that you failed to do anything remotely fun. 

“But, you know, I didn’t have any all Summer either. So, ya know, it’s just an idea… Maybe,” 

You lean away and raise a brow at him with a somewhat twisted face.

“Ben, are you trying to say what I think you’re saying?” you ask a bit loud. 

He just looks around and then back at you.

“...Maybe…” 

***

Ben slowly moved his car down the dirt road that it was parked on. The car was far away from anybody as you straddled his lap in the back seat. Your lips were pressed together in a hot and messy kiss. His hands roamed your body as you grind into him. 

“Just to be clear,” you say pulling away. “I don’t like you like this, okay?” 

“Ditto.” he says fast, trying to go back to kissing you. 

“We’re just doing this because we’re super drunk and turned on. And because I have angry sexual frustrations over Aaron that I need to release. Got it?”

“Got it, but if you say his name again, I’m gonna have to leave.” 

You both laugh as you shake your head and resume your kissing. The car windows were fogged up and you were so happy that no one was able to look inside and see what the two of you were doing. 

***

2 Weeks Later 

School had started back up and you were thrilled about how well you were already doing. You and Ben had practically every class together, besides first hour. Last year, you had none, so you were happy. It was time for lunch as you both made your way to the cafeteria. Surprisingly, you weren’t hungry. You opted for a drink instead and sat next to Ben as you both talked about anything and everything, but today Ben decided to bring up another topic. 

“We never really spoke about what happened that night…” he lingers. 

Your eyes go wide as you look around fast, hoping no one could hear you. 

“Ben!” you scold. “What is there to talk about? We were drunk and just bored.” 

“I know, but I didn’t want this to be weird or anything.” 

“Nothing’s weird.” you smile. “You’re still my best friend and that’s all.” 

That relieved Ben as you both enjoy your lunch break with laughter about what had happened that day so far. 

***

2 Weeks Later 

You had woken up that Tuesday morning with horrible nausea. You weren’t running a fever, but you felt like you had the flu. You were constantly in the bathroom as you released everything you ate the day before. You felt horrible. Your mom decided that you needed to go get checked out at the hospital and she’d go with you. 

It felt like forever in the waiting room before your name was called. You were taken back to a room where you had to get dressed in a hospital gown. After checking you and drawing blood, your doctor was there. 

“Heard we’re not feeling good today.” she says sweetly as she checks your chart. 

“Yeah, I’ve had the worst nausea ever. It just keeps hitting out of the blue.” 

She’s quiet as she studies the paper and then speaks. 

“Tell me, y/n, when was your last period?” 

You sit there and think for a moment before your heart jumps. 

“I, uh,” you look to your mom as she watches you closely, a confused look on her face when you linger. “I guess I’m sort of late for it.” you say quietly. 

Your mother swallows hard and leans back in her chair. The doctor looks to you and then to her. 

“Mrs. y/l/n, do you mind if I speak to y/n alone real quick. She’s considered an adult now and I just need to ask her a few more questions by herself.” she says with a smile. 

Your mom nods and looks to you with a half sad smile. She reaches over and grabs your hand for a moment before standing up and exiting the room. Once she’s gone, the doctor turns to face you. 

“Alright, mom’s gone so now I can ask you some questions. Are you sexually active?” she asks. 

You shake your head no fast but then stop. You remember Ben instantly and your stomach twisted. 

“No… Well, once, but…” you trail off. 

The doctor just watches you as she nods and stands up.

“We’re gonna take another sample of blood real fast and I’ll go tell mom that she can come back in.” 

All you can do is nod as she leaves the room. What was happening!? They can’t actually think that you might be pregnant… Right? Your mother comes back in and says nothing as she sits down and stares at the floor. A nurse walks in and hurries to draw some more of your blood. You’re told that it’ll take a bit for them to get the results… And they did. 

And you were pregnant. 

***

You’re sat in the passenger side as your mother drives back home. You’ve just been told you were going to have a baby and it felt like a bad dream. You stared out the window until she finally speaks up. 

“I tell you the same thing over and over, y/n, always wear protection! I was your age once, I know what it’s like to have urges. I don’t care what you do, I just needed you to do that one thing and you didn’t.” 

Tears well up in your eyes as you look over and watch her speak. She doesn’t look angry, she doesn’t even sound angry. Just disappointed, which was somehow worse. 

“I was seventeen when I had you,” she says finally looking over at you. “Was I too young? Yes. Do I regret it at all? Absolutely not. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, it’s just… It’s just that I didn’t want you to miss out on things like I did.” 

“I don’t have to.” you barely whisper.

Your mother looks over and she understands what you’re referring to. She looks back to the road and nods. 

“I think that’s something you should probably talk to the father about. Speaking of the father… Do I even want to know who it is, because when you’re father finds out…” she lingers off as she sighs about the moment you have to tell your father. 

You take in a deep breath and look down at your hands. 

“Ben.” you barely whisper. 

Your mom’s head flies to look at you, her eyes wide. 

“I’m sorry, who?” she asks. 

“Ben…” you say once more. 

“Ben?! Your best friend Ben!? The same Ben that you use to take bubble baths with when you were two!?” 

All you can do is nod. Your mother looks back to the road and just shrugs. 

“In an odd way I’m actually a bit relieved that it wasn’t that Anthony kid from your school.” 

“Aaron, mom.” you correct her. 

She rolls her eyes at his name. 

“His name can be whatever - doesn’t make him less of an idiot.” 

That comment makes both of you laugh and some stress falls off your shoulders. But she’s right… You need to tell Ben. 

***

“Ya know, being asked to meet in the park after dinner really makes me think you’re going to murder me.” teases Ben as he jogs up to you. 

You’re sat on a swing as you gently go back and forth. You didn’t laugh at his dumb joke which made him a bit worried. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks as he sits on the swing beside you. 

You can’t look him in the eyes as you stare down at your feet. 

“I went to the hospital today.” you say quietly. 

“Shit, are you okay!?” he asks worried.

 “I’m… I’m fine.” you tell him. “I just found out something that I need to tell you and I don’t want you to get angry at me for it. Okay?”

You finally look to him and your eyes are watery. He was beyond worried. 

“Okay.” he whispers. 

You take in a deep breath and close your eyes. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

You open them to watch as Ben’s face goes pale. He’s staring at you as you wave your hand in front of his face. 

“Ben?” you ask, causing him to come back to reality. 

“Is it mine?” he asks fast. 

You’re offended by that questions as your face twists up and you stand fast. 

“Yeah, Ben, because I sleep with so many people!” you shout as you begin walking away fast. 

He jumps up from the swing and yells out to you before gently grabbing your arm to stop you. 

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. I’m sorry! I’m just… I’m just trying to process all of this, okay? I wasn’t expecting that. At all. I don’t even know what to say.” 

You realize that he was still in shock as you look down and nod your head. You wrap your arms around yourself as he watches you. 

“I - we - can’t raise a baby right now. I have college to look forward to. I wanted to talk to you about adoption and-” 

“Adoption?” he asks confused. 

“Yeah? I can’t give up my dreams because of one dumb mistake we made, Ben.” 

Ben sarcastically laughs as he takes a step backwards. 

“Your dreams? You see, yn, that’s so typical of you to always be thinking of yourself.” 

You’re taken aback by his harsh statement as your eyes narrow. 

“Thinking of myself?! Ben, this is Ivy League we’re talking about! You can go to a community college whenever you want, but mine’s a big deal!” 

You knew that was a mistake to say whenever the words slipped from your mouth. Ben laughs and raises his eyebrows as you close your eyes and sigh. 

“I’m sorry, Ben. That’s not what I meant, okay? I’m sorry.” 

“No, it’s fine. I’m gonna go and not get in your way of whatever it is you want. As long as you reach the top, right? Because my opinion on this doesn’t matter.” 

He turns around and begins walking away as you shout out for him to stop, but he doesn’t. That didn’t go as you planned. 

***

3 Months Pregnant 

“Ben, I have my first ultrasound appointment today and I really want you to be there. I know we’ve been distant lately, but I could really use you there by my side. Please?” 

You hang up the phone as your mom walks into the living room with your coat. 

“Didn’t answer?” she asks sadly. 

You just shake your head as you wipe away a tear and stand up to leave. You were nervous for your appointment. The drive wasn’t long until you get there. You’re taken back to a room and lay down on a bed. You lift your shirt up and expose your slightly swollen belly. Your mom smiles at the sight as you look around at all of the odd machinery in the room. There’s a knock at the door and in walks your doctor. 

“Ready to see your baby?” she asks sweetly as she sits down on a small chair in front of a screen. 

As she’s rubbing a weird green jelly on your stomach, there’s a loud knock at the door. You all look to it as it opens up and in walks Ben. He looks out of breath as he just awkwardly smiles and looks to you. You’re shocked to see him as you grin and sit up slightly. 

“You came.” you whisper. 

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” he replies. 

He walks over and greets your mom with a hug as he places a chair near you and sits. The two of you sadly smile at one another and by the look in his eyes, he’s telling you that he’s sorry. You hold out your hand for him to take, symbolizing that you were too. He takes it as the two of you watch the tiny screen light up.

“There it is.” says the nurse showing you the tiny face. 

Your heart swells as you quietly cry to yourself. You look over and watch as Ben’s eyes are blood red and he’s crying too, along with your mom. 

“It’s so tiny.” you whisper, looking back to the screen. 

“I can’t believe that’s our baby.” whispers Ben, a sweet smile on his face. 

The way he was looking at it made something in your head start turning. It made your heart swell up and something felt different. 

***

6 Months Pregnant 

“Is it odd to have a baby shower when we’re giving her up for adoption?” asks Ben a bit sad as he places pink plates on a table. 

Your mom looks over to you and gives you a knowing smile as you look back to Ben. 

“Ben,” you start as he looks over to you. “I’ve been thinking about things a lot lately. College will always be there for me when I’m ready to go, but this,” you say as you place your hands on your bump. “This whole parent thing seems much more rewarding than that, so…” you linger, causing Ben to understand what you’re trying to say. 

He steps towards you fast with his eyes wide and a serious look on his face. 

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying!?” he asks fast. 

All you can do is bite your lip and nod. Ben’s face broke into a huge grin as he reaches forward and hugs you. 

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” he whispers against you. 

You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. 

“Me too.” you whisper back.

***

9 Months Pregnant

“Breathe, it’s okay. You’re doing so great. Just breathe.” 

You’re in a hospital bed as contractions hit you hard. Your water had broken while Ben was moving some of his stuff into your room for the arrival of the baby. It was a week early and you weren’t expecting it. Ben and your mom were in the room with you as he held your hand and allowed you to squeeze it as hard as you want. 

“You’re doing so good.” he whispers as he rubs your back with his free hand. 

“I don’t want her to think she was a mistake!” you yell out randomly, causing your mom and Ben to look at each other confused. 

“Why would she think that?” he asks. 

“Because her parents aren’t even in love! We’re two best friends having a baby and I don’t want her to hate us for that! I don’t want it to feel like a broken home!” 

Ben laughs softly as he feels bad for you thinking that. 

“Hey, no! It’s not like we’ve gotten a divorce or broke up. There’s not going to be any split holidays or separate birthday parties, okay? She’s being born into a family that loves her more than she’ll ever know. Understand? Yeah, we’re not the typical ‘fall in love and have a baby’ scenario, but we do love each other and she’ll always see that.” 

You’re looking up to Ben as you cry hard at what he’s saying. You nod your head and feel a million times better already. 

“Thank you for that.” you whisper just before another contraction hits. 

Your rooms door opens up and in walks the doctor as she puts on some gloves. 

“Alright, who’s ready to have a baby?” 

***

1 Hour Later 

You’re laying in the bed with Ben at your side. Your mom had ran out to grab some food as you both admire your beautiful baby girl. 

“She has your eyes.” you tell him. 

“Well she has your lips.” he says with a smile. 

“I can’t believe we created something this beautiful.” you whisper as she begins squirming around and makes the sweetest little noise. 

You both scrunch your faces and ‘awww’ at it. You look over to Ben and smile. 

“I’m glad she’s ours.” you admit. “This is a way better feeling than receiving an acceptance letter.” 

Ben laughs softly as he kisses your head. 

“I can agree with you on that.” 

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complicated - part 1

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(HI welcome to my new fic idea! so this part is more of a ‘set the mood for their friendship’ type thing so you understand like how close they are when they’re older. it’s gonna be like a fwb type fic, just SUPER ANGSTY. plz lemme know if i should continue!!!) 

Word Count: 771

“Is he going to be in the same class as y/n?” asks your mother. 

She’s smiling wide as she’s on the phone with someone in the kitchen. She’s sat at the dining room table as you stand next to her and look up curiously. She glances over to you and smiles as her hand goes to brush some hair from your face. You lean into her warm touch and sigh. She carries on the conversation for what feels like forever until she’s placing the phone down and turning to look at you. 

“Are you excited for your first day of kindergarten today?” she asks sweetly. 

She lowers down to her knees to face you better. You look away sadly and shrug. 

“What if I told you that you’ll have a friend to play with? Mommy’s best friend is bringing her little boy to where you’re going. How does that sound?” 

You look back to her with wide eyes and a slight grin. 

“Will he want to play with me?” you ask excited. 

“Of course he’ll want to play with you! You two will grow up as best friends just like his mom and I did. Now go get your coat.” 

You do as your told and with a giant smile on your face. It’s kept there all the way until you get to the school. Your mother helps you out of the car and holds your hand as you walk towards the building. You were nervous as kids walk all around you. The two of you make it to a large classroom that’s filled with toys and books. Your mother leans over and hugs you tightly. 

“I don’t think they’re here yet, sweetie.” she says a bit sadly. “Mommy has to go, but I’ll see you soon, okay?” 

You nod and nervously smile as she leans in to hug you. 

“Now go play and be good.” she whispers in your ear.

You turn around and slowly walk off as your teacher spots your mother and waves. She takes you over to a spot when your eyes catch a colorful book. You grab it and walk to a table and sit down. You don’t know how to read just yet, but you can’t wait until you can. You admire the beautiful pictures when a mother and her son walk in the classroom. The mother looks around and spots you. She smiles and looks to the small boy.

“See that little girl over there?” she asks. “That’s Amy’s little girl. Remember Aunt Amy? You two are friends now. Be nice and watch over her, okay? Remember, you’re friends.”

The little boy looks over to you and his eyes are glittering. He slowly begins walking towards you when suddenly the teacher announces that first recess is beginning. You all make your way out to the playground as you walk to a corner and lean against it. A group of boys were making faces at you, but you ignored them. All of a sudden they start walking towards you.

“Nice shoes.” one of the boys mock. 

You look down at them realize they’re a bit more beat up than theirs. Your heart falls when they keep teasing you over it. You felt your eyes burn with tears as you stare at the ground. 

“Hey!” someone yells.

You all turn to watch as a blonde boy walks up with his hands in a fist by his side. 

“Leave her alone!” 

“Oooh, she likes him!” one of the kids cooed, causing them all to laugh. 

“I said leave her alone!” shouts the boy as he rushes forward and shoves the kid down. 

It was forceful as the kid loses his breath and begins crying. The rest of the kids all look terrified as they run away to tell the teacher what happened. The boy looks back to you and smiles as he steps closer. 

“Are you gonna make fun of me too?” you whisper. 

The boy smiles sadly and shakes his head. 

“Never. I’m Ben.” 

You look up to him and finally smile back. 

“I’m y/n.”

“Friends?” he asks as he reaches out a tiny hand for you to shake. 

You fight back a smile as you reach yours out to take his. 

“Friends.” 

Your mother was right when she said that you two would be best friends forever. From that moment on, Ben was always by your side. The two of you couldn’t do anything unless the other one was there. All through school, everyone knew that y/n and Ben were inseparable. So who would have thought that one day… That might end?

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my little secret - part 1

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(hello i just wanna make one thing very clear: i do not i REPEAT i do NOT CONDONE CHEATING WHATSOEVER. FOR ANY REASON. IDC WHAT IT IS. ITS NOT CUTE OR ROMANTIC. ITS HORRIBLE. I ONLY WROTE THIS BECAUSE ITS ANGST AND BECAUSE SOMEONE SUBMITTED IT TO ME. I AM AGAINST CHEATING. just had to make that clear lol. i feel like this isn’t my best work, but ive had writers block rlly bad so IM SORRY OKAY i feel like its rlly rushed so i apologize dont h8 me. i switched up the plot just a bit also)

Word Count: 2,517

WARNING: age gap (23 and 70), smut, cheating, breeding kink 

“You never listen to me!” 

“I always listen to you! You just never make yourself clear!”

“Never make myself clear!? You just don’t care!” 

“You’re such a stubborn pain in my ass!”

“You’re always a pain in my ass, Ben! It’s always about you!” 

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, fuck off!” 

You and Ben had gotten into a huge dispute over god-knows-what. The argument goes from calm, moderate voices to ear deafening screams that you know your neighbors can hear. The two of you had been arguing more than ever lately, but it’s never gotten this bad. Ben’s never told you to fuck off before and you never thought he would. You freeze when the word’s slip from his mouth and the look on his face drops when he realizes what he’s just said. 

“I didn’t mean that.” he says fast. 

You feel your eyes sting from tears that threatened to spill and they finally do. Your chin’s trembling as you turn around and storm towards your bedroom. You hear Ben behind you as he quickly follows. 

“Baby, I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry, okay? I was just upset- What are you doing?” 

You had grabbed a duffel bag from the top of your closet and are shoving clothes inside of it. You zip it up quickly and grab your purse and keys. 

“I’m doing exactly what you told me to do. I’m fucking off.” 

Ben's eyes crinkle as he closes them out of frustration. He rakes a hand through his hair as he follows you towards your front door. 

“I didn’t mean that, y/n! Don’t go! Let’s just talk, babe. I’m sorry.” 

You turn around fast as you slide your phone in your pocket. Your eyebrows are knitted together as you stare at him with fire in your eyes. 

“You’re always sorry, Ben!” you say loudly. 

His face falls as he stares at you with cloudy eyes. 

“I’m going to my moms.” you say before slamming the door in his face. 

You don’t stop walking until you’re in your car and driving down the road. You can’t go to your moms. It’s two in the morning and she has to be at work at six. You couldn’t wake her up. You pull over on the side of the road and scream loudly as you punch the steering wheel. You were angry at everything and everyone, especially Ben. You slam your fists into the steering wheel a few more times and stop out of breath. You lean back against your seat and take in a deep breath. You need a drink and you know just the place to go to. 

***

You pull up to your favorite little hole-in-the-wall bar that’s open 24/7. It’s tiny, but packed. You’re best friend is the owner of the place so you know you can get a good seat in the front. You hurry out of your car and inside. Smoke fills the place as loud heavy metal blares everywhere. You make your way to the front and spot an open seat. You quickly fill it and spot your best friend Cassie. She walks up with a sad smile on her face as she realizes the look on yours. 

“Ben?” she asks. 

You just nod as she pours you a shot and slides it in front of you. You gulp it down fast as another is placed before you. 

“He told me to fuck off.” you tell her as you swallow the drink fast.

She pours you another as her face goes shocked. 

“What!?” 

“But, of course he didn’t mean it and he was sorry.” 

You drink it down as you hear someone yelling Cassie’s name. 

“Here,” she says getting you another drink. “Let me go deal with this and we’ll finish this conversation, okay?” 

She walks away and you’re left alone with your sorrows. You’re staring down at your now empty glass as someone speaks up. 

“Men are idiots sometimes.” 

You look over and spot an almost too familiar face. He has a drink in his hand with a smile on his face. He was older than you, much older actually, but man, was he good looking. You spin your chair to face him all the way. 

“Sometimes?” you ask, smirking. 

He laughs and slowly nods his head. 

“Oh, alright. All the time.” 

You laugh and look at him for a second longer before squinting your eyes and cocking your head. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” you ask, suddenly feeling the drinks starting to kick in. 

The man laughs once more and shrugs his shoulders. 

“Possibly. I’m Roger.” he says as he holds out his hand for you to shake. 

Your face falls as your eyes go wide.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as you lean in to him. “I know you! I know you, I just don’t know where from! Hold on, don’t tell me...” 

You lean back and look at him up and down, trying to figure it out. Now your drinks were really kicking in. 

“You’re a musician.” you state. 

He nods his head as he gulped the rest of the dark liquid in his glass. 

“You’re a musician and your names Rog-” you pause when it finally clicks. “You’re the drummer from Queen!” you say a little too loudly as you slur.

Roger’s eyes go wide as he puts his finger to his mouth to shush you. You laugh and look around as you cover your mouth. 

“I knew I knew you from somewhere! My boyfriend loves your band!” 

“Same boyfriend that told you to fuck off?” he asks, leaning in closer for you to hear. 

You suddenly remember and frown. You nod your head and wave over another bartender. You order another shot. 

“Make it two.” says Roger, looking at you. “And they’re on me.” 

You smile to him and feel your face turning hot. 

“So, Mr. Famous Drummer,” you say, causing him to look down and laugh. “What’s your excuse for being here all alone? You clearly know mine.” 

“Needed some alone time for myself, I suppose. Never been to this place before, but apparently it attracts good people.” 

He smiles to you and for the first time in a long time, Ben wasn’t the one on your mind. Roger was. 

“And if I might add,” he says leaning in close to you. “You should try being with an actual man one day. Not a little boy.”

Your eyes drunkenly flutter as you slowly bring your hand to Roger’s knee and very slowly run it up his thigh. He tenses up at your touch, but his eyes are dark with lust. A slight smirk appears as he looks down at your hand for a moment before back up at you. 

“Maybe I will.” you purr. 

And before you know it, you and Roger are in the back of his car as his driver takes you across town. Your mouths are clashing as you breathe heavily, your mind foggy. You can’t keep your hands off of each other the whole night. 

***

RINGRING RINGRING 

Your head is pounding as the sound of your phone blares near your ear. You squeeze your eyes closed as you squirm around and groan. You flutter them open and squint due to the bright sun beaming through the room. You bring your hand up and rub your eyes, hoping to make the blurriness disappear. You’re in mid yawn when what happened last night hits you. Your eyes shoot open as you sit up fast. 

You’re in a hotel room with your clothes scattered everywhere all around you. You bring the bed sheet up and cover yourself as you look beside you. There next to you is Roger. He’s on his back and is starting to move around a bit. You should feel guilty. You should feel horrible for what you did, but you don’t. All you can do is smile as Roger’s eyes open and he looks over to you. He sheepishly grins as he rubs his eyes. 

“You’re still here.” he says as he yawns. 

Your face falls as he says that. You look away fast and jump up from the bed as you gather your clothes. 

“Was just leaving.” you spat as you slip your jeans on and then your top. 

Roger notices your change of tone and sits up fast. 

“Wait!” he says fast. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just surprised you stayed. I don’t want you to go.” 

You turn around and he has the most sincere look on his face. You let out a breath you were holding and smile as you walk back over to him. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I’m just on edge right now.” 

Roger smirks as he grabs your arm and pulls you back onto the bed. You laugh as you lay on your back and look up at him. 

“Then let me help you with that.” he whispers as his hand trails over your stomach and slips under your pants. 

You bite your lip as your phone begins ringing again. You roll your eyes and grab it. Twenty two missed calls from Ben. You frown a bit, but turn it off completely. You look back to Roger and smile. 

“I could use all the help I can get.” you purr. 

***

You quietly slip your keys into your front door and open it gently. You walk inside and look around, not seeing any sign of Ben. You had left Roger’s hotel with a promise that the two of you would see each other again very soon. He’s staying in town for a while for a ‘top secret’ project he’s working on. He wasn’t allowed to tell you, but that’s okay. You like surprises. 

You close the door behind you and hear footsteps getting closer. Ben appears in front of you in the hallway. He freezes when he sees you. He slowly walks closer to you until he’s inches away. He cups your face with his hand and leans in to gently kiss you. 

“I really am sorry.” he whispers. 

You swallow hard and force yourself to smile back.

“I know.” you whisper back. 

Ben smiles widely and bites his bottom lip. 

“I have amazing news.” he says fast. 

You laugh at his wild expression as he takes a step back. 

“What is it?” 

“I got a role for a movie! I drive out to the location tomorrow for fitting and all that fun stuff!” 

He looks like a kid on Christmas morning. You couldn't help but celebrate with him. 

“Ben! That’s amazing! What movie is it?”  

“I can’t actually say anything to anyone, babe. They’re wanting it to be under the radar for a bit. But I promise that when I can, I’ll send you over the second I’m allowed to. Okay? I just can’t believe this is happening. This is huge!” he yells. 

You laugh and can’t help but bring him in for a kiss, but the whole time you’re kissing, all you can think about is Roger. 

*** 

4 Months Later

***

“Right there!” you squeal as Roger thrusts into you hard. 

You’re whining loudly as he kisses and sucks on your neck. 

“Roger!” you whine, feeling yourself starting to release. 

“I wanna cum in you.” whispers Roger in your ear. 

Him saying that makes you hit your high even faster. You squeeze your eyes closed and scream out as you grip his arm tightly. Your body convulses as pleasure fills every cell in your body. 

“Yes!” is all you can repeatedly shout. 

Roger lets out a low growl as he thrusts once more and pauses, his body jolting forward. You feel him release all inside of you and it makes you whine even louder. He jerks once more and he’s done. You both are breathing fast and hard as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. You smile to yourself as you close your eyes. 

“Amazing.” you whisper. 

Roger leans away and kisses you. 

“Like always.” 

He slips out and falls beside you utterly exhausted. 

“I have to leave in a second.” you whisper sadly. 

“No, stay with me.” 

You look over to him and smile. 

“I’m just gonna be right outside of town for a bit. You can always come see me. I’ll have my own room.” you tease. 

“I’ll take you up on that offer, love.” he mumbles. 

***

“I’m almost there. Where am I meeting you again?” 

“I told the driver where to go, don’t worry.” Ben teases. “Let’s see if you’ll recognize me.” 

“Recognize you? Why? What did they do to you?” you ask worried. 

He laughs in the phone and shakes his head. 

“Wait, I think I see you! We’re all outside!” he says fast. 

Suddenly the phone goes dead. You look up and out the window. A bunch of people are standing in front of a huge building. You’re beyond nervous as you pull up and the car stops. You jump out and make your way towards them. A man with long blonde hair is staring at you with a huge smile on his face. You squint your eyes as he walks even closer. 

“Ben!?” you call out. 

He nods his head and laughs as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes. You lean away and your eyes are wide as you gently touch the wig he’s wearing. 

“Wow.” you whisper. 

“Looks good, yeah?” he teases. “You know who I am?” he asks, backing up so you can see him fully.

“Um, someone from the 70’s?” you ask. 

“Alright, good! But who do you think it is?” 

You’re thinking for a moment as Ben looks behind you and smiles. 

“Ah, the man himself!” 

You turn around confused and your face falls. So does his. It’s Roger. 

“Roger, this is my girl, y/n. Y/n, this is the Roger Taylor.” 

The two of you stare at each other as your eyes are wide. You felt almost sick. You realize how this must look to Ben, so you snap out of it. You shake your head and bring your hand up to him. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Taylor.” you say fast. 

Roger shakes your hand and forces a smile. 

“Please, call me Roger.” 

You smile and look away as you take a step back towards Ben. 

“Rog, the reservations are all set for tonight.” 

You look to your left as a beautiful older blonde walks up and kisses Roger. He wraps an arm around her waist and looks to you. He looks embarrassed as he smiles. 

“Sarina, this is Ben’s girlfriend, y/n.” he says, almost gagging at the word girlfriend. “Y/n, this is my wife... Sarina.” 

“Your wife.” you say a little too bluntly, causing him to look at you with a worried expression. 

You smile widely and reach your hand out to her. 

“It’s so nice to meet you.” 

“You as well!” she says sweetly. “Will you be joining us for dinner?” she asks. 

You go to tell her no, but Roger speaks up. 

“Of course she will.” he says fast. 

Yeah, you think to yourself. Of course I will. 

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the christmas gift

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(welcome to this fluffy christmas bxrxr story!! i needed something super soft and cute so here it is!! i hope you like it <3) 

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Description: a sweet christmas surprise from ben and roger 

Word Count: 1,852

“Merry Christmas Eve!” 

You’re stood in your living room with Ben as Roger comes bursting through the front door. There’s a huge grin on his face as white snowflakes cover his hair and clothes. You and Ben both slightly jump at the sudden commotion. The two of you were busy listening to Christmas music and decorating the tree. 

“We’re really late with the tree.” you had said sadly. 

“Hey,” Ben says softly. 

He walks behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. He nuzzles his face into your neck and peppers sweet kisses along it. 

“We’ve just been really busy lately. Better late than never, right?” he asks. 

You smile and lean back against him as you stare up at the bare tree in front of you. 

“You’re right,” you say, slightly pausing. “Just wonder what’s taking Roger so long at the store.” 

Well, now you have your answer. Roger’s arms are full with bags upon bags of god-knows-what. You pause your decorating as your eyebrows go up and you lightly laugh. 

“Roger?” you ask. “You do realize you don’t have to carry a whole load in, right?” 

He gives you a big goofy grin as he wobbles down the hall and towards the bedroom. 

“I know, but I’m lazy!” he calls out. 

“Did you buy out the whole store!?” yells out Ben. 

He’s standing on his tippy toes as he tries placing some ornaments on the top of the tree. Your job was to decorate the bottom and Roger’s job was… Well, Roger’s job was to not break anything - which he’s done amazing at so far. 

“Just about!” laughs Roger as he walks back to you both. “Don’t look in our closet, because your gifts are in there.” 

Before either of you are able to speak, Roger gets a very serious look on his face which makes you giggle. 

“I mean it!” he says loud. “No peeking! Especially you.” he says with narrowed eyes looking to you. 

You’re taken aback by his sudden comment as you almost gasp and look shocked. 

“Me!? I don’t peek!” you argue back. 

“Oh, really?” asks Ben with a smirk on his face. “So you didn’t peek at your birthday gift last year?” 

“Yeah and we never found you crying in the bedroom after you peeked at it, because you were so happy?” asks Rog with the same look on his face. 

You look guilty as you just shrug and roll your eyes. 

“Okay, fine! I won’t peek! I promise.” 

Both boys look to one another and shake their heads slightly. You turn back around and continue decorating the tree. Roger makes his way to the kitchen as Ben turns up the music's volume. He walks up to you and grabs your hand before pulling you away from the tree. He spins you around to face him as you’re laughing. He’s biting his lip as he twirls you around and pulls you close to him. The two of you are dancing and you can’t stop laughing. 

“Ben, I can’t dance!” 

He just laughs and shakes his head as he twirls you once more. 

“Really? Looks like you’re dancing to me!” 

The both of you continue on until Roger slowly makes his way back with a small tray in his hands. On the tray are three mugs filled with hot cocoa and marshmallows. 

“Hot chocolate milk anyone?” he asks as he sits the tray down on the coffee table. 

You and Ben laugh at his weird name for hot cocoa. You all grab a mug and slowly sip on the hot drink. The sweetness makes you sigh as you look over to the living room window and spot snow pouring down. 

“Look at how hard it’s snowing now!” you gasp as you rush to your front door and step outside. 

The cold hits you like a ton of bricks as your eyes water and your skin tingles. The hot cocoa is still in your hands as you look around at all of the tiny, white snowflakes falling everywhere. It looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. The boys are stood behind you as they look to one another and slightly smile. Roger gives Ben a tiny nod as they look back to you. 

“Should we finish the tree and watch a Christmas movie in bed?” you ask with a big smile on your face. 

The boys hearts melt as they agree with your idea. The three of you hurry inside and finish decorating the tree. You all stand back and admire your work. 

“It’s beautiful.” you say in awe. 

“Takes beauty to know beauty.” says Rog quietly. 

You look over and scrunch your nose to him. He laughs and leans in to kiss you. 

“Cheesy?” he teases. 

“Just a little.” you say with a smile. “But I like cheesy… And I also like Christmas movies, so let’s go!” 

Roger and Ben follow you into the bedroom as you all slide under the covers and try to get comfortable. Roger has his head on a pillow while your head is laying on his belly and Ben’s head is on your belly as well. Your hand is running through Ben’s hair all while Roger’s is running through yours. You all lay there all cozy and warm as you watch Rudolph. You’re watching the TV when something catches your eye. You look down to Ben’s hand and spot a ring on his wedding finger. Your heart jumps as you reach forward and grab his hand. 

“When did you get this?!” you ask as you admire the silver band. 

Ben looks nervous as he stutters with his words before Roger chimes in and helps. 

“He and I have matching silver rings. It was a spur of the moment thing while we were out shopping a few days ago.” 

Your heart slightly falls. They got each other rings, but not you. You didn’t mind so much. You love them both and know they love each other. You just always imagined yourself having a ring with them too one day. You smile to both of them and go back to watching the movie. Everyone’s silent and before you know it, you’ve fallen asleep. 

***

You’re woken up by tiny sun beams peeking through your curtains. You squeeze your eyes close as you wiggle around. Your hand reaches towards Ben’s side of the bed, but he’s not there. Your eyes open slowly and you find yourself in an empty bed. You sit up and look around. Today’s Christmas! You smile to yourself as you stand up and search for your robe. You slip it on and go to walk out of your room, but pause. 

You hear whispering in the living room as Ben and Roger talk about something. They seem to be having a very serious conversation, but you can’t make out what it’s about. You listen for a moment longer and find yourself walking out fully. The boys spot you and they instantly stand up straighter and smile. 

“Merry Christmas, beautiful!” coos Roger as he walks up and brings you in for a kiss. 

You melt against him as you kiss back and smile. Ben walks up to you and kisses you before he even says anything. 

“Merry Christmas.” he whispers. 

Your face hurts from how much smiling you’re doing. 

“Merry Christmas! You two are in such a good mood this morning.” 

Roger just shrugs as Ben’s eyes peer down underneath the three. There’s present filled all around it as your eyes go wide. 

“When did you have time to wrap them!?” you ask shocked. 

The boys say nothing but smile as you look back to them. Your heart was beyond full at their loving gesture. 

“There’s one gift that we want you to open first.” says Roger. 

“It’s from the both of us.” explains Ben. 

You raise a brow and are excited as Roger walks to the tree and picks up a tiny box that’s wrapped. The boys are watching you closely as he hands it to you. You look at the gift curiously and grin as you begin slowly unwrapping it. Once the paper is removed, underneath is a tiny blue box. Your heart begins racing as you look up to the boys. Their eyes look nervous as they both bite their lips in anticipation. You look back to the gift and quickly open the box up. Your eyes go wide. 

A beautiful diamond ring is staring back at you. It has a big stone in the middle as it’s surrounded by much smaller stones. The ring of your dreams. You stop breathing as you gasp and can’t look away from it. 

“We love you,” starts Ben. 

“We want you to always know that we’re yours and nobody else's.” whispers Rog. 

“We have our rings as well. Remember?” asks Ben as they both lift up their hands. 

You look to them and can’t stop smiling. Tears well up in your eyes as they trickle down your cheeks. You nod your head as you quickly rush up to them and bring them both in for a hug. 

“It’s perfect.” you whisper. 

You lean away and look between them both. 

“You’re perfect.” you tell them. 

Ben wipes away a tear as Roger sniffles. 

“So you’re saying you’ll wear it?” asks Rog in a hushed tone. 

“I’m saying that I’ll never take it off for as long as I live.” you tell him with a smile. 

They both let go of a breath they’re holding as they lean forward to kiss you and to kiss each other. 

“Can I put it on?” you ask as you look back to the ring. 

“Ben can-” 

“No, no.” says Ben fast. “You should be the one to put it on her.” 

Roger slowly smiles at Ben’s sweet comment. He leans in to kiss him once more before turning and removing the ring out of the tiny box. You hold out your wedding finger to him as he slips on the ring. It sparkles in the light and you don’t ever think you’ll ever get tired of looking at it. 

“So, you like it?” asks Ben. 

You look back to them as more tears well up in your eyes. You nod your head fast as you take their hand in yours. 

“This is the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten. I love it,” you whisper. “And I love you both.” 

“I love you.” they say at the same time. 

“Shall we open up some more gifts?” asks Roger fast. 

He looks like a little kid as he smiles wide and looks down to the presents. 

“Well, now I have a gift for both of you… But it’s not wrapped.” you say lightly. 

Their eyes open wide at your comment and suddenly they don’t care about the presents. 

“I want to open that gift.” says Ben fast as you grab his hand. 

“Now!” Roger says as he grabs Ben’s other hand and practically drags you to the bedroom. 

You lay down on the bed as the boys stare at you with wide eyes. 

“Merry Christmas to us.”

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