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I should've asked you to stay, begged you to stay | b.h. x fem!reader

a/n; meant to have this out last night before the ball drop but ya know. Anywho, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! love you all so much and I wish nothing but the greatest for all in 2020. I hope you enjoy this piece. x

prompt; the ghost of New Year’s Eve past makes a unexpected visit, let’s call it a New Years resolution that should’ve been stuck to.

mentions; joe mazzello, rami malek and lucy boynton.

words; 2.6k

this tale includes angst, flashbacks, sexual tension which will lead to unprotected bathroom sex, blow/hand job, fingering and Voyeurism (mirror sex)

inspiration;

The moment you heard the guys of your group, cheer on Ben’s arrival to the party. You thought you were dreaming.

You knew it couldn’t have been who you thought it was, there was absolutely no way. The last time you glanced at any headlines on the internet or Joe would sly and bring it up in conversations. He was supposedly away on press duties.

“Benny Benny Ben-nayyy!” Joe sang, rising from his spot across from you.

“Ay, there mate!” Ben replied.

His familiar voice, drenched with rasp, laced in a thick English accent, froze every particle of you. Silencing everything in your mind before hearing the light smacks ricochet from their hearty hug.

Ben and you had quite the history. The two of you met both being friends with Joe and him introducing you while filling in as a date for Joe. It was like love at first sight, an immediate connection the moment you two learned each other’s name. You were on for nearly a year, even ringing in the last one together. But things got complicated when Ben brought up an upcoming project and the length time apart with it. At first it was a mutual understanding... until tabloids stated otherwise.

Your eyes followed in the direction where the rowdy boys stood.

Ben’s green eyes were already fixated on you when they met your own. “Hey Y/N.” He greeted first, returning with a weak smile as you closed your blazer, tighter to your chest.

It pained you that not only his presence was nauseating, but that he still looked amazing as always. The way his grey button down clung to his broad chest and biceps, tucked swiftly into his brown trousers.

His blonde little locks wavy at the top of his head, green eyes still one of the things you noticed at first glance. So potent and inviting. Lips rosy and perfectly plump, with a jawline that could cut through smoke. Everything about him where he stood, made your stomach turn into knots, ready to burst in mixed feelings.

Pulling you away from your thoughts, Lucy, who had been sitting next to you, locked arms with yours. “Let’s go refresh our drinks, love.” Helping you to your feet before you squeezed your way through the crowd.

“Did you know?!” She asked as you at the bar, waiting to flag down an available.

You shook your head, “If I knew I wouldn’t have shown up.”

It was true, to be honest, you were regretting ever leaving your couch when you stepped foot into this place. This wasn’t your scene, you were no party girl and this was just only making matters worse.

Lucy smiled, toothlessly with sympathy. Grabbing your hand in hers. “Well, I’m glad your here and I’m not going to let that blonde bloke ruin that for you!” Squeezing your hand lightly.

You smiled at her optimism, pulling her into a quick hug. Not knowing where to begin with how much appreciation you had for her, “thank you, doll!” You muttered, pulling away with a light grasp of her arms, holding her close.

“Just remind me to kick Joe’s ass at brunch tomorrow.” Leaving Lucy in stitches, “No worries!” She rested assured

“Now, let’s get drunk!” She announced, then. Flagging the bartender taking forever, “We’re gonna have a blast!”

To your benefit, the night wasn’t a complete drag after all. Your mind fled from any rut it was in hours ago. Getting lost in fresh rounds and conversation. Finding yourself occasionally up and dancing with Lucy every few songs. Laughing so much that your cheeks hurt and getting anxious at every hour growing closer to midnight, not wanting the night to end.

Even though Joe was going to hear a piece of your mind tomorrow about the guest list. You couldn’t help but give him credit with how much he outdid himself, throwing this New Year’s Eve extravaganza.

The place was dazzled in neon colors cascading throughout. Party streamers hanging from every inch of the ceiling. Noises from the celebration favors on each table or lounge from chairs. Games were being played, the DJ was turning up all good jams from college days. While the place reeked of smoke and mixed alcohol accompanying the unbelievably, packed beyond capacity amounts of bodies. Just walls and corners aligned with strangers, ready to ring in the new decade of 2020.

Taking the last sip of your drink, you announced to Lucy and Rami in conversation that you were heading for a refresher.

Bouncing to your feet and heading for the bar. Squeezing past bodies again.

“Gin and tonic.” You requested once you got the bartender’s attention. “make that two.” Ben added behind you before filling in the space next to you.

He looked at you, first. You smiled softly, grasping the opening of your black blazer that went along with your black sparkly body con. Waiting as patiently on the drinks as you could in the unbearable silence between you two.

It was taking everything in you to not want to make a scene with all the unanswered questions you had bottled up. To turn and lash out at him, blame him for everything he put you through with the headlines and news haunting the past year. But Lucy’s words stuck to you like glue, you were going to get drunk and have a great night. End of story.

“You look good.” He broke, glancing down at his hands, not sure what to expect as he took a chance. “Thanks.” You replied.

Staring down as you rocked on your feet in wait. Falling into a silence again. From the corner of your eye, Ben straightened out his posture as he took out a deep breath.

“Look I’m S-“ his words were cut off mid sentence the second you raised your hand to stop him. You turned, looking at him now, not even knowing what to say but you knew you didn’t want to hear anything right now.

Thankfully, one of your drinks had gotten done in the nick of time. Clasping it between your fingers as you placed a crisp tip onto the bar.

Ben lips were agape momentarily before they closed, “let’s just enjoy the night, alright?” beginning to turn on your heel when he grabbed a hold of your wrist, bringing your attention back to him.

“I want to enjoy the night with you.” he said, “I’m sorry for what I did. I should’ve had more faith in us, but I was scared; of us, of what it was going to do with us. I didn’t want to put you through that.”

You were taken back by what he was blurting out, each word. You only heard them in the webs of your dreams when all you could think about was him, having him back in your arms again. A sudden reminder took you away from those fairytale thoughts, knowing damn well that they were the words you wanted to hear but none of them were true.

“So, putting me through hearing about you date co-stars, having lavish vacations with a new woman for every day of the week and making red carpet debuts... you wanted to put me through that?”

Ben seen the hurt in your face with each sentence you stated. You admitting that you were keeping an eye, even with no contact for the past year gave him hope that you still cared what you once had. But hurting you was never his intent. Especially when everything falling from your pretty lips was far from the truth.

“None of that is true. I haven’t had anyone since you.” Assuring, “You should know that!” you rolled your eyes before you brought them back to Ben. “Yeah, okay. And my real name is stupid. C’mon Ben.”

“But it’s the truth! I didn’t, I’ll admit that I tried. No one could come close to you, make me feel like I once did.” Ben took your drink, placing it on the bar, intertwining your tiny hands in his large ones.

“Like I still do. I came back for you, Joe told me you were here when I told him I was on your front step.”

Your brows rose in bewilderment, “You were looking for me?” you questioned, your eyes searching every speck of his, he closed them, nodding in response.

“I should’ve never let you walk out that door.”

You were in utter shock from the moment the conversation began. Before you could process any of it, you turned on your heel again but this time with Ben in hand as you pushed your way through the crowd.

In an instant, Ben had you pressed up against the door, crashing his lips upon yours. Fighting tongues, frantically. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and needing of each other.

Ben’s hands were everywhere on you, his pouty lips in pursuit shortly, trailing down your cheek, against your jaw and down your neck. You whimpered at the warmth of them, never forgetting the spots that drove you mad as you melted within his grip.

“I missed you so much.” He muttered, climbing back up you with his lips as they eclipsed yours again.

Grinding harshly, you gasped as he pressed you flushed against the door, feeling his growing member at your clothed heat.

It encouraged you, pulling away from his lips, leaving him chase them, wanting more. You placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back towards the sink. His hands meeting the marble, keeping himself steady while you attacked his lips again, letting them begin a journey.

He sighed, pleasantly, the moment your lips met his neck and down to his exposed collarbone, peeking from the three buttons undone on his shirt. Your fingers worked the others open, pushing back the fabric off his shoulders, landing at his wrists. Trailing wet kisses down his chest and torso, Ben sneaked his fingers through your hair as yourself, dropping to your knees.

Your eyes never left his green ones as you peppered kisses over his trousers, soon buttoning them. Ben let out a soft moan from the release of pressure, so heavenly to your ears while watched you pull them down. The cheeky blonde had no briefs on, his vast cock springing free in front of you and against his abdomen. You grabbed it immediately, Ben’s breath hitched as you began to slowly pump your hand, base to tip, swiping over his slit and collecting up precum with your thumb, lubing him up.

Ben moaned loudly, “Baby please” he cried, and lowered yourself to his shaft. Taking him in.

You flicked your tongue around his tip, before you started to bob your mouth around his cock. Cheeks hollowed as you took him slow, building up, “F-fuck, you feel so good!” Groaning above you, his hand running through your hair moving strands from your face as your eyes met his. Staying steady at the back of your head, emboldening you to pick up speed.

Sucking harder, your hand running along the shaft you couldn’t cover. Ben’s groans and moans, ricocheted off the walls of the beat up bathroom. “I missed your mouth.” Practically heaving every word from his lips.

You moaned at the sight above, watching him close his eyes, throwing his head back while bucking his hips, your eyes trickled with a tear gagging a bit.

“I’m so close, y/n. Stop baby.” He groaned, watching you again. “Please stop, please please” he begged, not ready to release yet. You pulled off of him with a ‘pop’ of your lips. A sight for sore eyes for Ben, as his hands cupped your face, bringing you up to him again in a hungry kiss.

The kiss had you rotating, feeling the sink against your bum. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, love.” Ben purred between each kiss, his strong hands, so delicately, clasped around your face, lifting it to give him complete access to your neck.

Soon Ben turned you around, facing the mirror. Your hands resting on the sink, his hands slipping the straps of your dress off, pulling it down and your breasts fleeing. You watched as he seen the pretty sight in the mirror in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful.” His lips trailed along your shoulder, nipping the exposed skin and leaving you gasp at the feeling.

His hands coming up from your waist, cupping your breasts, kneading them. You arched your back, pressing your ass against him.

“Please touch me” you groaned, Ben complied with your plea, one hand leaving your breasts and heading towards your heat. Slipping under the waist band of your panties. “Oh love.” His fingers making past your mound and to your folds, slipping inside. “You’re soaked.”

Ben had you a moaning mess when he found your clit. Slow, tight circles against you, his lips vibrating against your ear as he spoke. “Look at you, so gorgeous.”

“Are you ready for me, baby?” He asked, his fingers teasing your entrance. “Y-yes. Please!”

He pulled your panties down, spreading your legs while pressing your front further into the sink. A firm hold around your body,grabbing his shaft in hand, pumping himself a few times. Before he aligned himself at your entrance from behind.

You whimpered softly at the feeling of his tip graze where you needed him most, biting your lip in anticipation but how fast your lip fell at him slowly making entry of your heat. Filling you up little by little, but so good. Stretching you out, generously. Ben carefully moved a bit, watching every facial expression of your through the mirror. Allowing you to adjust.

“Move, Ben.” Following into a moan and he nodded, picking up just a bit until an array of moans and groans gave him more to go by.

His hands all over you as he thrusted into you. You couldn't count how many kisses he had given you. How the mixing paces of fast, slow, hard, soft drove you fucking insane. You weren't even moaning anymore, you screaming in delight of how good he made you feel. How you swooned when he groaned, his teeth inviting themselves in a smile or along your shoulder. You were so immersed in how well your bodies work with one another, how you loved and were making up for lost time, so thoroughly and utterly.

You were so close to your climax, “I’m so close!” You cried. Your walls clutching ever so tightly around Ben who was nearing too. Seeing as his brows furrowed slightly from time to time through the mirror. You felt the heat rising quickly, engulfing from your curled toes to your belly.

Without pressing a warning, you cried out in absolute pleasure. Your back arching, your bum close to him as you hit your peak. The lights faded out. The sounds of breathless moans between the both of you as Ben met his too. He held you so close as you trembled and bringing his face close to yours, kissing him as he came, groaning loudly and twitched inside you. Coating your walls.

So fucked out, you both became limp with only yourselves and the sink helping you keep steady. Ben released himself from you, spinning you around to face him. He cupped your face eagerly in his hands, devouring your lips and peppering kisses all over your face.

Your arms wrapped around his bare body. Calming down with racing, restless hearts in each other’s embrace. Enjoying the sounds of your euphoric comedown before smiling at the sounds, colliding from outside the door.

“3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!”

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James Lawrence & Daniella Piper – Beauty and the Beast – Queen’s Theatre Hornchurch Photo credit Mark Sepple

If I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of songs and references to various musicals in last year’s pantomime at Queen’s Theatre Hornchurch, this time around it was (almost) all about rock and pop music. Of course, anthems like ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ and ‘Bat Out of Hell’ fall under the canon of musical theatre, and in this production of Beauty and the Beast, subtle but nonetheless noticeable alterations have been made to the lyrics to suit the storyline. Other times, songs have been truncated from the versions of famed chart songs heard on the radio.

But far from depriving the audience of full renderings of songs, this approach demonstrated that some thought had gone into putting this show together. This was not a case of lazily forcing a narrative around a collection of popular tunes; rather, a mixture of spoken word, music and the usual call-and-response interactions with the crowd combined in such a way that resulted in a hugely enjoyable evening, irrespective of one’s familiarity with the songs, or indeed of pantomime itself.

Not for nothing does the musical director, Dan de Cruz, double up as Monsieur Plinky-Plonk: I’d have preferred it if he were called Monsieur Plinky McPlinkface, but audience participation never stretched as far as inviting suggestions for character names. Set in Paris, there is some exposure to faux French accents, but this is not overdone. The show’s narrator, Charlie Cupid (Oliver Lynes), works hard at maintaining audience interest – Lynes’ stage presence is infectious enough that the response to his opening phrase with every entrance is enthusiastically kept up to the end, something not always witnessed at a panto.

One or two songs could, to be blunt, be removed without affecting comprehension of the plot. But even these are an opportunity for the adult cast to assert themselves as so-called ‘triple threats’ – some marvellous actor-musicianship goes on – and for the ‘young company’, comprised, I am reliably informed, of local schoolchildren, to show they can hold their own amongst professional performers. In the second half, during ‘Shut Up and Dance’, many of the younger members of the audience (for ‘younger’, read ‘prepubescent’) joined in without any prior encouragement, making the song’s title more than a little ironic even before the rest of us were invited to rise from our seats and join in (lyrics were supplied).

Being the unromantic and unsentimental type that I am, I initially sided with the aptly-named Spite (Sarah Mahony), who wanted to thwart the talking and singing about love going on. In the end, however, I could hardly have any qualms with good triumphing over evil. Mahony may have momentarily wowed the audience with saxophone-playing skills, but this opening night audience was a discerning one, and swiftly reverted to boos without being prompted.

Now, pantomime wouldn’t be pantomime without a villain, and pantomime wouldn’t be pantomime without a dame. Here, Betty Bonbon (Oliver Beamish) is endearing and loveable. Personally, I thought the chemistry between Cupid and Souffl�� (Molly-Grace Cutler) was more convincing than the one between Amorette, ‘beauty’, (Daniella Piper) and Prince Friedrich, ‘beast’ (James Lawrence).

L-R Oliver Beamish, Daniella Piper, James Lawrence, Molly-Grace Cutler & Young Company Beauty and the Beast Queen’s Theatre Hornchurch Photo Credit Mark Sepple

All those chart music numbers, including ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ and ‘Iris’ (the latter famed for that haunting refrain “When everything’s meant to be broken / I just want you to know who I am”), made this version of Beauty and the Beast wholly refreshing.

It’s an annual challenge to present a panto in a fresh and engaging way, and this one certainly stands out as being markedly different from the pantos of yesteryear, whilst retaining many of the distinct characteristics of the genre. The choreography is spirited, the sound balance excellent and a running gag involving anthropomorphism proved enchanting for the children. A unique experience and a resounding success.

Review by Chris Omaweng

In the beautiful romantic city of Paris, Prince Friedrich is turned into a hideous Beast by a wicked witch. Can Cupid work his magic and find a great Beauty for him to fall in love with to break the terrible curse? Come along on this magical adventure to see if love really can conquer all.

This festive extravaganza is bursting with some of the best chart-toppers and dancefloor anthems over the decades! These include Call Me Maybe (Carly Rae Jepson), Shut Up And Dance With Me (Walk The Moon), Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (Cyndi Lauper), Bat Out Of Hell (Meatloaf), Here I Go Again (Whitesnake) and many more.

The cast includes Oliver Beamish, William Brand, Dan de Cruz, Molly-Grace Cutler, James Lawrence, Oliver Lynes, Sarah Mahony, Holly Mallett, Daniella Piper and Al Twist. They will be supported by a talented Young Company, a cast of 30 local schoolchildren.

Created by the same team of last year’s smash-hit spectacular Cinderella – it is written by Andrew Pollard, directed by Martin Berry, with set and costume design by Keith Orton, lighting by Prema Mehta and sound by James Cook.

Beauty and the Beast will be performed at the Queen’s Theatre Hornchurch from 30 November – 7 January. Tickets are £12.50 – £29, with discounts for groups and under 26s. To book, call the Box Office on 01708 443333, visit the theatre in person, or go online at queens-theatre.co.uk

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