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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part X)

Summary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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fic rec / august 2019

It’s been a whiiiiile since I’ve done one of these - I’ve missed it! Technically, this is a masterlist of my favourite fics from the past year or so, but I really wanted to include all of them so here we are! Enjoy reading <3<br>(* is smut)

BUCKY BARNES

*Incubus (series) by @after-avenging-hours When some of the best sex of your life leads to the unveiling of a world you barely even knew existed, you know you’re in a heap of trouble.  James Buchanan Barnes is the kind of man that fills your deepest and darkest fantasies, mainly because he is one.  When emotions get involved in a relationship that’s been founded on sex, there’s no turning back.  And honestly, you’re not even sure if you want to. Part 1 / Part 2 /  Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /  Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /  Part 11/ Part 12 /  Part 13 /  Part 14 /  Epilogue

*Neon Signs by @tropicalcap After a tough decision is made during a mission, Bucky decides he’s kept his feelings quiet for too long.

Soft and Sleepy by @borkingbarnes Sleepy Bucky in the morning fluffiness

*Ride by @marvelfic You accidentally let it slip to Bucky that he has great thighs, and he offers you a chance at a ride.

*Thigh Riding Bucky (headcannon) by @tropicalcap

*Dressed to Kill by @beckzorz A wrench is thrown in your latest mission when the world’s best assassin interrupts your carefully planned hit. Now you’ve got to distract the Winter Soldier so your crew can carry out the objective. Just so long as you don’t get distracted, too…

*Cherry Stem Kisses by @borkingbarnes “Y’know, they say that if you can tie a cherry stem with your tongue, it means you’re a good kisser”…

STEVE ROGERS

Traditions by @purenonsensefanfic Starting a new tradition with Steve

*Temptation by @marvelouscaptainrogers Your super soldier boyfriend is buried in his work one night when he was supposed to be with you. Being impatient and a bit needy, you go to his office and try to get his attention. When he doesn’t give it to you, you end up showing him something you know he can’t say no to.

*Backseat by @tropicalcap Steve drives like a maniac. A hot maniac.

THOR

*Uninhibited by rowdyhooliganism Thor has a way of lowering the reader’s inhibitions

*Milk & Honey by rowdyhooliganism The reader’s pregnancy proves too distracting for Thor

*Worthy by rowdyhooliganism The war is won, but every victory comes at a cost. Fortunately, the reader has someone to help her through the darkness

JIM HOPPER

*good girl, bad woman by @flamehairedwritings

*Morning After by @lucifer-in-leather Waking up with Hops

*Showing Appreciation by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​ A late night at the station with Jim takes an interesting turn.

MICHAEL LANGDON

Imagine cuddling with Michael by @writing-foxie

*Sinful Thoughts by @icylangdon You’re the epitome of a good christian girl and Michael Langdon intends to ruin that.

*Neck Kisses (headcannon) by @scarofthewind

*Fever Dream by @icylangdon You can’t stand Michael Langdon and he wants nothing more than to get under your skin. Part 1 / Part 2

Out of the Woods by @thelangdoncooperative Taking care of Michael after he returns from the woods.

*Saving Michael (headcannon) by @bloomtate

Periodicity by @silentwanderlustfanfiction When Mallory is fading from her stab wound in Outpost 3, you agree to return to the past with her. But when Mallory veers towards further death and violence, you rebel against your future Supreme in hopes of breaking what could become a horrifying cycle.

*Repentance by @icylangdon You’re a sinner. Luckily for you, Father Langdon is willing to help you repent.

BTS

*One Screw Short by @baeseoul Next door Neighbour!Taehyung needs help building a bed, and thank God you’re there.

*Carnal Cupidity by @kittae Alpha!Tae x Reader: What happens when you stop taking your birth control without telling your Alpha?

*Hot Rod by @kinktae A 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

MISCELLANEOUS

*Unspoken Rules by @supersonicfreddie​ Ben Hardy x reader:  As it turns out, you and Ben have a thing for tradition.

*It’s About Damn Time by @eyes-of-a-disney-princess​ Dean Winchester x reader: Dean and Reader are working a vampire case. When Dean decides to go in alone, things go a little differently than planned.

*Summer Dress by @homesoutofhuman​ Duncan Vizla x reader: Wearing a thin sundress around the house has its consequences..

*Put on some Clothes by @favficarchives​ Eggsy Unwin x reader: You’re a member of the Cupler Ring and you’re working with Galahad on a mutual assignment. Overbooked hotels lead to everyone’s favorite scenario: bed sharing.

*Roommates (series) by @infiniteshawn Shawn Mendes x reader: Moving in with Shawn Mendes is just as wild as it sounds. Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part V)

Summary

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

Warnings: heavy drinking, intoxication, language, fluff.

Notes: this might be my favorite chapter so far. i really like how this is going. thank you for reading. i hope you all like this one. x

School went by quickly the next day and as it was Friday, the day was more hectic than any other day. Apparently, Rami had really scared Gwilym away and didn’t even make eye contact with me the entire day, let alone talk to me. Or it could’ve been the fact that neither Ben nor Rami ever left my side except for when we had different classes.

After school, Ben and I dropped Rami off at work and then went back to the apartment. “Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?” he asked, closing the door behind him. “You pick. I’ve barely been here for a week,” I laughed and he smiled. “Alright then. I might know a place. You’ll dig it.”

Around 6 o’clock, we decided to leave. “Where are we going?” I asked as we walked to the car. “You’ll see,” he smirked and opened the car door for me. “Thank you,” I said, smiling. After he closed my door, he ran around to the driver’s side and got in. What a gentleman.

The drive was like the first one we had. He turned on the radio and with a smirk on his face, he turned to me and turned up the volume so it was blaring.

When we got to our destination, he turned down the music and pulled into the parking lot of small building. I could hear the music from the inside. I’m pretty sure it was The Beatles.

“What’s this?” I asked. Where we at some bar? “We’re here to dance. You can dance, right?” he laughed, it sounded like he was joking but I wasn’t sure. “I think so,” I said and he cocked an eyebrow at me, slightly tilting his head. I saw how people danced in the 60s from movies like Grease but has never actually danced anything like that.

“You’ll be fine, come on,” he said, dragging me inside. There were bunches of people our age dancing together.

Surfin’ USA by The Beach Boys came on and he led me through the crowd. “Dance with me,” he said. “I don’t really know how to dance like this,” I said, honestly. He held out his hand, gesturing for me to take it. “I’ll show you.”

He taught me the basic moves of “The Twist” and it was pretty easy. “See, you got it. Now, I’ll take the lead and just let your body go with it,” he said loudly into my ear, trying to talk over the music. I just nodded.

It was like a scene right out from Grease. He had started out slow and easy and then started to flip me over his back and pick me up from my waist and flipped me around in a complete 360 on my side. No wonder he had such great muscles.

Toward the end of the song, I think he could tell that I had had enough and stopped with all of the crazy tricks. We shimmied our shoulders to the beat of the music. Every time I moved forward, he moved back and vice versa as we laughed. When the song ended, I was surely out of breathe and I walked away from the dance floor.

“You did good, you sure you can’t dance?” he laughed swiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his head. “You did most of the work, you doofus!” I laughed and he shrugged.

After a dozen or more songs, the both of us had had enough. Ben had a few drinks too many though.

“Alright, I think we should go home. Where are your keys?” I asked and he shook his head. “No, love. I’ll drive ya home,” he said, grabbing the keys from his pocket and lifting them up high so I couldn’t reach them. He jingled them as if he was mocking me.

“You’re drunk, Ben. I’m driving,” I said, jumping up and grabbing the keys from him. “Darling, baby, baby!” he yelled as I dragged him out to the car. I looked to him, raising my eyebrows. “This car. Right here,” he patted his car. “Is my baby.”

“I can drive. She’s in good hands,” I said, reaching to open the door on the drivers side. “Woah, woah! What’s a pretty lady like you, opening her own door,” he said, drunkly running up to the door and opening it. He bowed after gestured me to get in. I laughed. He was a goofy drunk but I couldn’t stop blushing with the pet names he was calling me.

“Thank you,” I murmured, smiling. He nodded and got in on the passenger side. As I started the car, he laid his head on my shoulder. “You looked pretty today,” he mumbled, slurring. “Thank you,” I said, blushing.

He snuggled further into me, “I mean you look pretty everyday but today you really looked beautiful. Even though I’m fucking blitzed right now, I can still see how gorgeous you are. All I wanted to do was make out with you when I saw you tonight, when we were dancing,” he rambled on and I couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to my cheeks.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked and looked to him once we reached home. He looked up to me, resting his hand on my thigh. “I wanted to show you that I actually care. There’s been so many mirror warmers that just wanted me because I looked badass and shit,” he slurred. “And as soon as we fucked, they would spilt.”

“You’re more than that though. There’s not a person I know that would let me or anyone, especially someone they didn’t really know, stay with them and then go as far as stealing stuff they need, putting themselves at risk of being arrested. You’re incredibly generous and funny, not mention smart, brave, compassionate, sincere, and so much more,” I told him. Yeah, Ben was great-looking and flirty but he was more than that. I couldn’t believe that someone so amazing would be treated like this.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said and pressed a kiss to my neck. I smiled and sat there for a moment, not wanting this to end. Soon enough, I heard him snoring and I sighed. “Alright, Ben.” I whispered to myself.

After shaking him a bit, he woke up and I helped him up all the stairs to our apartment. “We got you dinner. Sorry we got back so late,” I said to Rami, setting a box full of food on the kitchen counter.

“Thanks, need help?” he asked and I nodded. After putting Ben to bed. I put a painkiller and water on his bedside table. “Thanks,” I saïd, plopping down on the couch. “ No sweat.”

“How was it?” he asked. “Good, does he always drink like this?” I laughed and he shrugged, “Only when he’s nervous.”

After sitting there for a while, I decided to go to bed. “Goodnight, Rami.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

I pulled back the covers and Ben shifted and groaned. “Sorry,” I whispered. “It’s fine, just come here,” he opened his arms and I chuckled. I laid down and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my face into his chest. I inhaled his cologne and the stench of liquor from earlier.

“We should do that again,” he slurred. “Yeah, we should,” I said, tiredly. After school, going dancing and babysitting Ben and putting him to bed, I was exhausted. I was sure, the sooner him and I went to sleep, the easier Ben’s hangover tomorrow would go.

“You should go to sleep. We can talk more in the morning, okay?” He nodded after a few seconds of silence, I heard him again. “Did I tell you that you’re beautiful?” he asked and I laughed. “Yes, you did Ben. Thank you for reminding me,”

“I’ll always be here to remind you.” he said. He was so cheesy but it made me feel warm and smile. I snuggled closer to him and he tightened his hold around me. I could feel the muscles on his arms flexing and relaxing, which gave me comfort.

“Did I tell you that I liked you?” he asked. “Yeah, I like you too.” I mumbled, half asleep. “Did I tell you I love you?” he asked and my eyes widened. My heart dropped. “Um, no you didn’t.” I said, now fully awake.

“Well, I do,” he mumbled. “Goodnight.”

“I think I love you too,” I whispered.

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@rrrogah-tayluhh , @simplyvictoria-93 , @rencontre-moi-dans-le-couloir , @kirket03 , @plethora-of-things , @satanspaghetti , @rogersrager , @spreadymercury , @hi-i-dont-know

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part II)

Summary

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

Warnings: stealing/robbing, language, PDA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rip off? Like shopping?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit.

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part VIII)

Summary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part IV)

Summary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So is that a yes?”

“Yeah, sure.” I smiled.

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Greaser → Ben Hardy (Part IX)

Summary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hi loves!!

does anybody want to be tagged in the greaser series that I’m writing with ben hardy? if so please message me and/or ask me. also let me know how you guys like it so far and anything you’d like to see in the future of the series. love you all sm!