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🎃 Halloween ‘23 dialogue prompts 🎃

I write for any one listed here. Feel free to mix and match prompts and add any details or directions you'd like it to go as well as pronouns/gender if you'd like something specific other wise I try to write gender neutrally. Happy spooky season yall!

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“We’re not alone here”

“It’s freezing outside”

“I’ve watched enough horror movies to know a weirdo in a mask is never friendly”

“It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to a good scare”

“Is that my sweater?”

“Are you scared?”

“Hey, that's/it's not funny”

“Boo!”

“It’s a scream, baby!”

“I think we’re lost”

“I’ll keep you warm”

“I’ll keep you safe”

“Sharing is caring”

“Bite me”

“I may or may not have stayed up to watch a horror movie and now I can’t sleep... can you please come over?”

"I have a collection on horror movies, assorted candy and a pizza on the way"

"let's go to bed"

"truth or dare?" (you can add which + question asked choose your own adventure style but you don't have to)

"quick, hide”

“When was the last time we had a real conversation?”

“Pick your poison”

“You've got leaves in your hair.”

“why can’t we stay here forever?”

"Being alone together was not the best idea.’’

"you look cold"

"It's cold"

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Whatever Happens

6/?

PREV (One) / NEXT

tags: @transeliot @mentallyunstablebish @sarah0687 @cjand10 @warmommy if you would like to be added or removed from my writing tag just lemme know :)

Summary: idk man, fluffy stuff, tending to wounds, mini heart to heart typa vibes

Pairing: Billy/Four x Gender neutral reader

Word count: 666

Warnings: fluff, tending to wounds, cuddling american writing a brit, poor writing and editing skills etc

It was dark when you finally woke up. You lay in the quiet for a few minutes then hauled yourself off the bed and grabbed new materials for Billy's wounds. You found him laid out on his back on the couch with one nodding off in the chair. You turned on the lamp by billys head and saw the other man jerk awake as you did. You assumed he hadn't intended to fall asleep or let his guard down but you paid him no mind and continued. You knelt by billys abdomen and gently lifted his shirt above the bandaged area and carefully started removing those as well. You ignored his stare as you inspected the wounded area. You went in with some disinfectant just to be safe, which caused him to hiss, then you secured the new gauze and threw out the old. you then took a disinfectant wipe from your first aid kit to the remaining open wounds on his head. Some were healing well and some were bad enough that it was going to take more than just a few days to see progress. As you tenderly blotted then you were grateful neither of the two men had said anything and you hoped they wouldn't. You finished with the last one on his face and you noticed another near his collar bone which you gave the same treatment. As you pulled away his hand caught yours and he brought it to his lips and gave a quick kiss, you assumed in thanks. You turned, tossed the wipe in the trash and returned to your room, all the while you could feel his big beautiful puppy dog eyes on you. 

    You lay on your bed, back facing the door. You stared at the wall in the dark, zoned out and numb. You heard the door open and close softly behind you. You didn't move, you knew which one it was   Billy lay beside you. You both stayed silent for a long while the he said quietly “im sorry. I’m-” his voice cracked “so fucking sorry, love” 

   You didn't respond, you just lay there willing yourself not to cry, as you knew billy was too. After you you don't even know how long, you rolled over and lay your head on his chest as you’d done so many times so very long ago and murmured “we will have to talk about it eventually you know.”

   “I know” 

You both remained awake and in that position for hours, silence filling the room. Eventually your mind wandered to the man in the other room. You were surprised he was keeping his mouth shut and minding his own business, you were also surprised he was still here and it begged the question, why? Why was One still here and why had he told you so much? 

   You sat up “BIlly?”

   He hummed in response 

   “Why is he still here? And why did he tell me all that?”

   “not  entirely sure. His behavior is odd, even for him. I expected him to come for me and find me, I didn't expect the rest.”

   “is he gonna kill me? Is that why he…” you trailed off

   “No. I don't think thats his intention and I would never let that happen”

   “then why?”

   “Not sure, love. I’m as confused as you are.” he reached up and gently starts rubbing small circles on your back. It was soft and reassuring. He’s here and you're safe, but you cant help but doubt how long it would last. He left before he might again, but something deep down told you he’d never leave your side. That this was somehow different than before and he’d never do it again. You weren't sure if this feeling came from your soul, heart, head, gut, intuition, context clues or if you were just deeply delusional but here you were believing the man who’d lied, left and faked his own death when he said “whatever happens, I’ve got you”

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One

5/?

PREV (Room for Two) / NEXT

tags: @transeliot @mentallyunstablebish @sarah0687 @cjand10 @warmommy if you would like to be added or removed from my writing tag just lemme know :)

summary: Billy busts his stitches as you find an intruder in your home

pairing(s): Billy/Four x gn!reader

word count: 1.7k

Warnings: emotions, repressed feelings, angst, fluff, mention of hospitals, blood and injury, negative and complex emotions. poor writing skills, poor proofreading and editing, an american writing a brit. i think thats it? I know its been too long since the last part but here ya go

  “Hi!” the man said with a wave and a quick smile.

   “Who the fuck are you?” 

   “I’m One” 

   “Okay…One… get out” 

   “ can’t Sorry” 

   “You Can't?” your voice was getting louder “why not? Why are you here?” your tone was steady and determined, not at all mimicking the panic you were feeling on the inside “GET. OUT.”

   “Look, I just need to speak to the boy” 

   “Why” 

   The man paused, watching you for a moment, calculating a response  “He broke a promise” 

   “Join the club” 

   The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at your quick rebuttal he composed himself and leaned forward so his elbow rested on his knees “look, normally i wouldn't let anyone sit in on the discussion we’re gonna have but ill make an exception for you. This is going against my better judgment and breaks so many rules but you may stay.” 

   “I MAY STAY?!” you nearly bellowed 

   One winced, deeply regretting his phrasing but responded by shifting his eyeline behind you and letting out a loud “FOUR!” 

 You heard a thump and your bedroom door swinging open and Billy appeared panicked, if your voice hadn't woken him, Ones sure as hell did. 

  “So nice of you to join us” one said with a petty smile as he leaned back again and pulled a gun from inside his jacket which he rested calmly on the cushion beside him. 

  “Shit” 

   “Yeah, shit is right my friend. Did you think i wouldn't find you? Did you really think id just let you go?”

   “Billy w-what's going on?” your eyes shifted from one to billy. Billys face was sad, panicky and apologetic as he met your gaze. 

   “Wait- you haven't even told them yet?” one was shocked then after a moment he started laughing. You looked back at the strange man who collected himself enough to say “well… are ya gonna? Cuz nows your chance big guy.” 

   Your gaze flipped back to your former… whatever he was to you “what's he talking about?” you paused hoping he’d respond, his mouth dropped open but he uttered no words, his eyes big and regretful. You turned your body and faced him fully “Billy?” you grabbed one of his hands as you attempted to get him to finally tell you the truth but you stopped as you felt how clammy his hand felt. You glanced down and let it drop from your hands, you looked up again and saw his face had paled “Billy?” you asked, scared and concerned, one of your hands went to softly cup his cheek. Your eyes shifted from his face and slowly down his body until you saw his other hand pressed to his abdomen with red seeping into his shirt around his hand. “Shit” you breathed as you gingerly moved his hand 

   “shit“ he agreed 

   “Okay…” your mind was racing “your stitches probably bust. we should-” 

   “No more hospitals” 

   “But-” 

   “I agree no more hospitals” the man piped up

   You whirled around, your hands not leaving Billys body, and snapped “you shut up” you faced billy again, “babe this could be really bad, we should-”   He shook his head, his hand cupped your cheek “no hospital” he pleads “I know its been a long time but I'm sure you remember enough from patching us up back in the day to fix me” 

   You stared into his eyes for a moment before, captivated by the trust radiating from him. You nodded and you lead him to the bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet seat and you grabbed your first aid kit, hoping there'd be enough of what you’d need and convincing yourself it's not as bad as your gut was telling you it is. 

   You turned to find billy smiling to himself “what?” you asked

   “You called me ‘babe’” 

   You knelt in front of him “and? What of it?” 

   “You haven't called me that in a long time is all” his hand was clutching his still bleeding abdomen as the splotch on his shirt continued to expand.

   “And whose fault is that?” you asked as you tapped his hand, signally him to uncover his wound. He did without hesitation and your hands reached for the hem of his shirt, your mind flashing back to the hundreds of times you'd been in similar situations as kids, as teens, as young adults, as friends, as lovers. You’d patched him up a ton over the years because of his insistence on being a “physical badass” as he put it. Billy has been nearly obsessed with mastering parkour since he was a kid and you always supported him even tho the number of times he got- sometimes seriously- hurt was hard for you to see. But you learned to patch him up and he taught you some cool stuff too. You were by no means good at parkour but you had gotten pretty agile and gained some decent skills. 

   It's been a while, obviously, and this was different. This wasn't a scrape or a skinned knee or even a dislocated joint, this was a deep open wound that had just been reopened. You were nervous, your hands shook as you grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. You dropped the shirt to the floor and billy grabbed your trembling hand. 

   “Hey, It’s okay. You’ve got this, love” you couldn't look at him, your eyes focused on the first aid kit next to his discarded shirt. “I trust you. I know I fucked up and I know you need time and answers. I will tell you everything in time. I promise. But I need time too. I don't even know where to start with it all” you still couldn't look up at him. His big green eyes always gave him away, always expressed exactly what he was thinking and feeling and always made you melt a little. You didn't know what he’d been through but you deserved answers, sooner rather than later. 

“I trust you” he whispered again 

   “Well isn't that sweet” 

  Billys eyes shifted to the door where this ‘one’ now leaned against the frame while yours slid shut in an attempt to collect yourself. You stood and with a muttered “fuck off” you gave one a shove and closed the door in his face. You returned to your spot in front of billy, took a deep breath and started attending to his ripped stitches. You’d stitched him up once before after a misstep that resulted in a gash on his leg. He had insisted on no hospitals then as well and so you’d researched the basics of giving stitches and purchased the supplies most of which were still in your first aid kit. 

    You could feel billys eyes on you as you worked but you needed to ignore him and focus on having steady hands and make sure everything was as sanitary as possible given this was being done in your bathroom. Billys breathing was heavy and he was hissing and swearing under his breath every so often. You knew he had to be in a lot of pain, once or twice you winced with him, but you had to keep going. There was no stopping now, the second you’d started it was too late for either of you to change your minds.

   When you were finally done sewing him up, you finally glanced up at him and found him again looking at you with soft emotional eyes. You looked away, grabbed the gauze, covered the wound and said as you collected the items you’d strewn across the floor “we’ll need to change the gauze and reapply the disinfectant every few hours. You will not make any sudden movements or do anything to rip them again, yeah?” you stood and when you heard his soft “yeah” in response you headed to the kitchen sink to wash the blood from your hands. 

   “You guys are just so darn cute” 

   You gritted your teeth, rinsed the red-tinted soap down the drain and dried your hands. You turned to face the peculiar and irritating man “what promise?” 

   He looked taken aback, you weren't sure if it was your question or demeanor or something else entirely but it was written all over his features when he didn't answer you restated your question 

   “What was the promise he broke?” 

   “To you or to me?”

   “You” 

   One sighed and gestured to the chair across from where he was seated on your couch. You obliged and sat. he leaned forward, elbows on his knees again “since it seems he will not be filling you in any time soon I suppose I will.” 

  Your brow furrowed, knitting closer and closer together, and your mind raced as he spoke. You of course wanted to know about billy and his part in all this but one question stayed at the forefront of your mind as one rambled on.  Why was he telling you all this?

    When you asked you expected a short snarky answer maybe real maybe not but here he was telling you in detail about his operation and about everything they’d done. He went through each member and listed their skills and what they’d agreed to when joining him. He even went through how everyone's death was faked. By keeping tabs on you and by risking everything to feel near you and hopefully re-enter your life he’d broken every rule he agreed to when joining them and how he’d missed something because he was distracted by you and he landed himself in the hospital. 

   There was a pause after he’d finished then, 

   “Your turn” 

   You didn't move to look at him having expected this was transactional, but you still couldn't figure out why he’d told you so much. you said simply “he left, he lied, he hurt me” 

   You felt One’s eyes burning a hole in your head after a moment he said in a surprisingly soft and genuine tone “that seems like an oversimplification of a lot of history and a lot of promises” and he wasn't wrong 

   You murmured a soft “yeah” and stood. You turned, unsurprised to find Billy standing somewhere between the bathroom and where you and One were sitting, his eyes big and round and sad. His body language radiated shame from where he stood. “Ill give you two some time to talk” and with that, you went into your bedroom and closed the door. 

 Even though you'd only been awake for a few hours you were so emotionally wrung out from the past few days that as you laid down you knew you’d fall asleep, and you were so ready for it. And you did.

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Room For Two

part 4/?

PREVIOUS (i guess we belong to each other) | NEXT (One)

tags: @transeliot @mentallyunstablebish @sarah0687 @@cjand10 @warmommy if you would like to be added or removed from my writing tag just lemme know :)

summary: you and billy arrive at your home and you tell him he'll be sleeping in your bed... alone

pairing(s): Billy/Four x gender neutral!reader

Word Count: 932

Warnings/Authors notes: emotions, repressed feelings, angst, fluff, there's only one you guys and there will remain one bed for the rest of the series so... mention of hospitals and injury, crying, negative and complex emotions. poor writing skills, poor proofreading and editing, an american writing a brit. I know its been super long since the last part but here ya go

When you and Billy arrive at your doorstep after leaving the hospital (for the second time), you start to panic again, just as you’d done the night before. Billy coming home with you and staying at your place for days or weeks on end wasn’t anything new so why was your stomach twisting like that? You were wondering if Billy was nervous at all when you felt his hand on your wrist, a soft request for your attention. You turned to face him and for a moment you both just looked at each other, you both had so much to say and just were not sure how to say it or where to start. You waited for Billy to say what he had obviously wanted to but instead, he just pulled you into a tight hug, the kind of hug only he could give you. The kind of hug you’d missed desperately since he’d gone. 

   “I’ve missed you, love” he said, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. Then, after what felt like an eternity and yet, not quite long enough, he let go, stepped around you and continued to your door.

   You shook off the feelings stirring inside you as you spun around to follow him. You unlocked the door and stepped inside, Billy at your heels. You flipped on the light, slipped off your shoes and locked the door behind you. You turn around to find Billy wandering around the small area you call home, re-familiarizing himself with the space he’d once known so well. 

   “you can have the bed. Amy said you’d have to be somewhere comfortable and you shouldn’t get up or move more than necessary for another few days at least and you'd have to continue to take it easy for the next couple of weeks because of your stitches” 

   “Why do I get the bed?” 

   Your brow creased in confusion “I just told you, You need to- 

   “No, why do I get the bed to myself? Why aren’t we getting the bed?” 

   Your mouth dropped open as words failed you. 

   “It’s not like we haven't shared a bed before” at this point he was no longer looking around the room but directly at you, his expression one of determined curiosity, as though he was daring you. Daring you to do what you didn't know. To confess why you didn't just share the bed to begin with? To join him? To hold your ground and sleep on the couch?

   “I’ll take the couch. I like the couch” 

Knowing arguing wouldn't help, all he said was “there's room for two if you no longer fancy the sofa”

   Later that evening as you lay on the sofa, wide awake and becoming more and more uncomfortable as the hours drug on you couldn't help but think of Billy in your bed. Warm beautiful Billy in your warm, comfortable bed. His words bouncing around in your brain. You turned over in one last-ditch attempt to stay where you were. 

“There’s room for two if you no longer fancy the sofa” 

you gave in with a huff and you hauled yourself off your makeshift bed and made your way over to the ajar door of your bedroom. You paused in the doorframe, questioning your judgment. The soft moonlight from the window illuminated Billy's face as he slept. He looked so peaceful and the scene was so familiar. You nudged the door slightly further open as you entered, then you lifted the covers and slid in next to the blond. He wrapped himself around you the instant you were comfortable and mumbled in your ear,   “I knew you’d cave eventually. Knew you couldn't resist”

   The next morning you awoke with billy half on top of you. He was sleeping soundly, his breath still deep and steady. You carefully moved just enough so you could roll to face him, but remain within his reach. He shifted a little but remained asleep. You’d missed this and everything about him but things had changed. 

   When billy left you were broken and since he came back all you can think about is how he lied and how he was able to abandon you and your heart broke again. Your eyes welled with tears and you slipped the rest of the way out from under him and headed to the bathroom, shutting both the bathroom and bedroom doors quietly behind you. 

  The room was only lit by the dim cold early morning light but you didn't care, turning on the lights hadn't even crossed your mind. You leaned on the sink, head hung low and willed yourself not to cry but you knew it was a battle you wouldn't win. Your breath was ragged as the first tear fell with more quick to follow. You turned away from your reflection, your back hitting the door softly and you slid to the ground. Tears streamed down your face and you sat, quietly sobbing as the sun rose higher in the sky. When the tears finally slowed and your breathing calmed, the small room was bathed in sunshine, starkly contrasting your mood.    After a while of just zoning out, your mind and heart numb to it all, you wiped your face of the stray half-dried tears still clinging to your face and stood. With a deep breath, you left the bathroom, unsure of how much time had passed. You took a few steps toward your small kitchen, thinking of breakfast then you stopped cold. A man you’d never seen before was sitting on your couch looking at you expectantly. 

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Y’all ready for some new JSYUK?

Writing tags: @transeliot @mentallyunstablebish @sarah0687 @cjand10

(I know it’s been a long ass time, I’m sorry)

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Pt 5 just got longer as I was trying to edit and it’s now the 2nd longest chapter thus far

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Jsyutk pt 5 before I start posting the Halloween party stuff?? Yes or no?

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JSYUTK PT 4 WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW!!!!

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Congratulations on 200 followers!!! Could I request 38 with Ben?

Thank you so much and of course! I hope you like it :)

Prompt(s): 38. “Sorry to interrupt, but did you know your shirt’s inside out?”

Pairing(s): Ben Hardy x GN!Reader (reader is wearing a skirt but no pronouns are used, there’s no description of body shape or type and there’s no gendered language) , Joe Mazzello x Reader (platonic), Joe Mazzello x Ben Hardy (platonic)

Warnings: swearing as per usual, poor writing, I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors

Word count: 343

You and Ben had been hooking up and essentially secretly dating for months. In the beginning you were very careful about when and where you hooked up and you tried to make sure your public behavior didn't change but after months of not getting caught you weren’t as careful. On this particular day, you and Ben had been fooling around on Ben’s couch while a movie played in the background. Your shirt was on the floor your skirt was bunched around your waist and Bens pants were undone as you straddled him when you heard a knock at the door. You both froze in place.

“Fuck” you whispered “what do we do?”

“We wait and they’ll go away”

Another round of knocking and this time Joe’s voice rang out “Ben, open up”

“Fuck” you said in unison and you both scambled to get redressed. You through your shirt back on and pulled your skirt down so it once again covered your ass while Ben rebuttoned his pants and ran a hand through his hair in hopes of taming it without much luck.

More knocking “BEN!”

“JUST A MINUTE MATE!” He yelled back scanning the room to make sure everything appeared normal while you sat on the couch and tried to steady your breathing.

Ben opened the door “what’s up?”

“What’s up is I have cannoli and thought I’d share! What’s up with you?”

“I was just watching a movie with Y/N.” Ben said moving aside to let Joe in “Which is why it took me a minute to get to the door”

Joe kicked off his shoes and plopped down next to you on the couch.

“Well, Sorry to interrupt, but - Y/N, did you know your shirt’s inside out?”

You looked down and sure enough your shirt was inside out “oh” you forced a chuckle “well you know me. Total space case”

“Yeah uh-huh sure. And Ben I assume your zipper is undone because you too are a ‘space case’ and not because you guys are fucking?”

You both froze

“... yes”

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Would you mind doing 29,30 and 36 from your prompt list for Ben Hardy? No worries if not! Thank you :)

No problem!

Prompt(s): 29. “Like what you see?”, 30. “Can you help me with the zipper?”, 36. “Are you blushing?”

Pairing(s): Ben Hardy x Reader (reader wears dress, heels and makeup but no pronouns are gendered language is used so if you would wear that stuff then this can be about you)

Warnings: poor writing, sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes, soft shy Ben? fluff?

Word Count: 405

You were getting dressed for Ben’s birthday dinner at a nice restaurant when you heard a knock at the door

“It’s open!” You called knowing it was probably just one of the group picking you up on their way to the restaurant as promised. You heard the door open as close. “I’ll be right out!” You called out again.

 You were nearly ready, your shoes were on, you’re hair and makeup was done, you had on your favorite dress though it was not yet zipped and now you were in front of the mirror adding some earrings when the door opened behind you and The birthday boy himself appeared over your shoulder. When he saw that you weren’t fully clothed he froze staring at your exposed skin. 

“Like what you see?”

Ben said nothing. He just stood frozen in the doorway eyes glued to your figure 

“Can you help me with the zipper?”

Ben snapped out of his daze, nodded and quickly made his way over to you. His hands grazed your waist and back as he zipped your dress. Your eyes had not left him since he opened the door but his eyes were now downcast and focused on the zipper. You looked intently at him in the mirror and realized his face was bright pink. 

“Are you blushing?”

Ben mumbled something incoherent. You turned around to face him and lifted his chin so his eyes met yours 

“Why are you blushing?” You asked softly 

He said nothing but his eyes flicked to your lips for a millisecond and his tongue darted over his own as he looked away again either in shyness or embarrassment you couldn’t quite tell. You lifted his chin once more and kissed him softly and sweetly. One of his hands cupped your face and the other settled on your waist as he deepened the kiss. When the two of you broke the kiss his hands remained in place on your body and he looked at you an unspoken question in his eyes.

 You kissed him quickly once more and said “Happy Birthday Ben” you took a step back grabbed your purse and phone while Ben stood there his eyes following your movements “As much as I’d like to explore this some more we have a very special party to get to” you took his hand and the two of you walked out of your room toward the front door.

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Dialogue prompt number 19 and 33 with Ben Hardy please. Thank you!!

Prompt(s): 19. “It’s so cold”, 33. “You’re an idiot”

Prairing(s): Ben Hardy x Reader (gender of reader is unspecified)

Warnings: fluff, drunk Ben, like one swear word? poor writing skills. I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Word count: 248

You were woken up by a loud knocking on your door. You looked at the time, groaned, rolled out of bed and grumpily walked through your apartment “who the Fuck has deemed it necessary to wake me up at 3AM?!?” You thought and opened the door in a huff ready to tell off whomever it was but you stopped in your tracks when you saw who it was “Ben?”

“Hi Y/N” he shivered “Can I come in? It’s so cold”

You stepped aside to let him in “Why aren’t you wearing a coat? It’s freezing- wait. Are you drunk?”

“Not drunk and I think I left my coat at the pub?” He said a bit confused out his coat and clearly intoxicated

“Ben, why are you here?”

“I missed you”

“You saw me yesterday”

“So?”

“So… you left the pub drunk, walked to my apartment without your coat because you missed me?”

“Not drunk”

“You’re an idiot”

“Maybe So”

You sighed amusedly “c’mon buddy. Let’s get you into bed so you can warm up, you’re still shivering”

He nodded and the two of you went to your room.

“You can sleep on that side” you pointed. he nodded and headed over to the bed. You both climbed in. You had just gotten comfortable when you felt Ben roll over and drape his arm over you. A small smile tugged at your lips. You snuggled a bit closer into him and the two of you drifted to sleep.

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Can I req dialogue 4 with Ben Hardy pls?

Prompt(s): 4. “We’re... just friends” “bullshit”

Pairing(s): Ben Hardy x GN!Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, poor writing. I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes

Word count: 239

“Y/N just talk to me”

“What is there to talk about Ben?” you said as you stormed into your apartment swinging the door shut behind you, which Ben caught before it closed and followed you in.

“Us” he said closing the door behind him

“There is no us, Ben.” you hesitated “We’re... just friends”

“Bullshit”

“Ben… what do you want me to say?” You asked turned away from him and taking off your jacket

“I want you to say how you feel. How you really feel” he said as he walked closer “stop denying the things we feel…” he was right behind you now, so close you could feel the warmth he was radiating “the things we’ve said” he snaked his arms around your waist and leaned his head down so his lips brushed the apex of your neck and clavicle “The things we’ve done…”

You turned in his arms, you lips now millimeters away from his “you wanna know how I feel?” you asked softly

Ben nodded, afraid to say anything that might end this moment

“I feel like you’re my best friend, I feel like I get butterflies every time we’re alone together and I Feel like you should Kiss me”

You’d barely gotten the words out and his lips were on yours and suddenly every even remotely real reason you had for remaining “just friends” with Ben went out the window.

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wAiT whOoPs SorrY! Not 28, I meant 27 😂😅

Prompt: 4. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” and 27. “So... you’re jealous?”

Pairing(s): Warren Worthington x GN!Reader

Word count: 466

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, poor writing skills and poor proof reading.

“Warren, just talk to me” you said following him as he stormed away but Warren didn’t respond he just continued on his way. You hoped he was going to his room and not outside. If he went outside he could go anywhere and you’d have trouble following as you can’t fly. Luckily for you he past the entrance way and made his way up the stairs, taking them two by two. By the time you’d reached the top of the stairs he was already slamming his door at the end of the hall. You sprinted to his room and knocked on the door.

“Warren!”

“Fuck off, YN”

“No”

“Fuck off!”

“NO!” You yelled making the school tremble slightly and everyone in the hall freeze momentarily. You never yelled, You were generally quiet, soft spoken and kind. You had no quarrels with anyone and no one had any quarrels with you, which was why everyone was surprised when you and Warren started spending almost every waking minute together. Warren opened the door.

“What do you want”

“I want to talk to you about what’s bothering you” you said pushing past him and into the room.

“Why?” He asked gruffly, shutting the door behind you

“Because you’re my friend Warren!” You said exasperated. “Because I care about you”

he mumbled something you couldn’t quite make out but you caught the words “care about” and “Peter”

“So… you’re jealous?”

“What?” He snapped

“Your jealous of my friendship with Peter? I know I’ve been spending a lot of time with him lately but he’s my training partner and my friend.” You explained “he won’t ever replace you War… you’re my best friend and that’s not gonna change.”

He spun around “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

Now it was your turn to be caught off guard by one of his reactions “what?”

“I see you laughing and training with Peter and I get so fucking jealous. I know I shouldn’t be but I’m so protective of you and… and…” he swallowed thickly and stared at the floor.

“And what War?”

“And I’m in love with you. every time I see you I want to hold you, kiss you… be with you. Do the things friends don’t do and I’ve seen you looking at me too, looking at me in ways you shouldn’t be as my friend.” You’d never sees Warren look or sound this vulnerable.

You stepped forward and placed your hands gently on either side of his face and moved his head gentle so he was looking at you. You searched his face for any sign of insincerity even though you knew you wouldn’t find any and when you didn’t you pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss.

“I’m in love with you too”

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Prompt: 24. “Are you Jealous?”

Requested by @anikatcmh

Pairing: Ben Hardy x afab!Reader

Word count: 375

Warnings: maybe fluff and angst? mentions of jealously, a bar bathroom, kissing, poor writing. Sorry if there’s some errors I didn’t proof read it as throughly as I should have.

You’re in the restroom at the bar you’d gone to with Ben and a few other friends trying to collect yourself when Ben barges in.

“What’s with you?”

“What? Nothing.” You replied, your eyes trained on the contents of your purse.

Ben sighs “Y/N…”

“nothings with me. I’m fine” you looked over your shoulder at him and flashed a smile in attempts to get him to believe you. Ben walks up behind you and stands so close to you that you could feel the heat coming off his body. His eyes were trained on your face in the mirror but you still avoided his gaze.

“Clearly something’s wrong. I know you too well to believe there isn’t.” You didn’t respond “you were fine when we got here but then something changed. You became… distant from me and when I was talking to that girl…Every time I glanced up at you, you looked away as tho…” you finally made eye contact in the mirror

“As tho what Ben?”

“wait” He said, disbelief and awe written all over his face “are you jealous?” You turned to face him, yout hands gripped the edge of the counter behind you but you didn’t say anything. There were a few moments of silence as you stared at each other before Ben took a step forward, closing the gap between you. His hand hand delicately tilts your chin and your lips met. The kiss as soft and tender not at all the kind of kiss you’d expect in a bar bathroom after a surge of jealousy but it was perfect. Just you and him after all this time until you were interrupted by a polite cough coming from near the entrance of the bathroom.

The two of you broke apart, laughing a little and his head fell to you shoulder, his hands flat on the countertop behind you. You grabbed your purse and his hand both of you apologizing profusely as you left the bathroom. As the two of you passed your friends you threw out a quick goodbye and a wave and you nearly dragged Ben out to the street.

“Wait, wait” You stopped and turn to him “what’s the plan? Where are we going?”

“My place” you said simply.

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Home

Ben Hardy x Reader (unspecified gender)

Warnings: None? Except maybe fluff? And poor writing?

Word count: 103 (super short I know but it’s more a concept than a fic?) short and sweet I guess

Ben comes home to find you in bed, fast asleep. He quietly shuts the door to your shared bedroom and sets down his bag. He watches you affectionately for a moment as your shift in your sleep before he turns to get ready to join you.

Once he’s done so, he carefully slides under the covers, trying not to wake you as he gets comfortable. You stir slightly and instinctively roll over so you’re snuggled into his chest and your legs become entangled with his. He smiles softly at you, his face and heart full of love, as he drifts off to sleep.

Ben taglist: @softboyhardy

Celebration taglist: @lemurian-starship @redroses-too

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