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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Cold, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 750~

Rain in England is typical weather. When leaving your home, you always remember to grab your coat and umbrella. Even though this is what everyone is used to, no one would ever expect a snowstorm at the very end of summer. In fact, most people are kind of upset by the unexpected weather change - especially Ben.

"It's cold enough during autumn!" I hear Ben shout from the bathroom as I change into my pajamas in our bedroom. "With the rain and everything, and a snowstorm on top of it all," he further complains, opening the bathroom door. "I don't know if our heater's going to survive."

Turning toward him, I cover my mouth as a laugh almost escapes my lips at the scene before me. "Ben, honey," I start, walking toward him with my hands held out. "You don't have to wear all of your winter clothes to bed."

Shaking his head, he zips up his hoodie on top of his sweater on top of his long-sleeved t-shirt. "It's too cold, love," Ben mutters, his teeth nearly chattering as he heads toward our bed where he lays between the covers, almost shaking. Hopefully, the electrical blanket will help him. "I don't know how I'm going to sleep."

"Oh, don't be a drama queen!" I chide, laughing as I climb into bed beside him. Curling an arm around his huddled firm, I go to pull him closer to me, resulting in me sliding closer to him instead. His body is so muscular that barely anything can move him - including my body. "The weather isn't that bad, love."

"That bad!?" Ben repeats my words, nearly throwing himself on his side to turn over and face me. Although, once he does, his eyes widen. "How are you not freezing to death?" He asks, dumbfounded by my appearance. Gazing down at my shorts and sweatshirt, he stares at me, confused. "You're dressed in nearly nothing!"

"I have never heard you complain about that before," I joke, smiling at him. "I was hoping that you would take off your layers of clothes so we could cuddle," I further explain, settling farther into bed. "You know, skin-to-skin contact is the quickest way to gain warmth."

Ben seems to ponder the idea for a few seconds before begrudgingly removing his hoodie and sweater before finally pulling his shirt off hesitantly. Looking at me expectantly, Ben waits a few seconds until I roll my eyes and pull my sweatshirt off. I guess it does have to go both ways to work.

Moving closer to me, Ben practically lies on top of my body while wrapping his arms around my waist and laying his head against my chest. Holding him to me, I rest my hands against the smooth skin of his back while leaning down to kiss his beautiful, blond hair. "God, you're warm," he almost moans, his hold on me tightening as he brings his legs up to lie on top of mine, his ice-cube-like feet pressing against my legs.

"And you're so cold!" I exclaim, instantly catching the smile on Ben's face in response to my words. Typically, when we cuddle, I'm always the little spoon while Ben is the big spoon. So, for him to be almost on top of me with my arms holding him is a bit odd, but not unwelcome - it's definitely welcome.

"You're also so soft," Ben murmurs, nuzzling his cold nose further into my boobs, making me giggle. "I could get used to this," he adds, his voice coy as he smirks up at me. Smiling, I move a hand up to comb through his hair while he continues nestling up to me.

After a while, Ben and I both warm up in each other's hold before falling asleep comfortably. However, it isn't long until we both hear a click throughout the house along with the continuous whirring coming to a halt. "Ben, I think the heater just turned off," I point out, moving to get up. Despite this, Ben doesn't move; instead, he holds me to him even tighter.

"Doesn't matter," he whispers, already half-asleep. "We've got the heated blanket, and not to mention I've got my one and only heater for the rest of my life," He further alludes, his head remaining on my chest as he places one of his hands against my calmly beating heart. For a few seconds, he stays that way before happily sighing. "And I'm all set~"

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justiceformeplease · 2 years

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Ben hardy x reader beach day

Warnings:kinda bad description of getting stung by jellyfish (i never got stung so uh ye)😭 and fluff

Word count: 843

I know it's autumn but there's still a heatwave in my country

You and Ben were at the beach Because of how hot it was, even though you had an umbrella, it felt as if your skin was melting into the blanket you were lying on. While Ben was gone, probably in the water swimming trying to cool off, you really wanted to go ahead and jump into the water, but because of the heat, you felt too exhausted to even get up.

A few minutes went by and you saw Ben run up to you like he wanted something. "Everything OK?" You asked casually, "oh ye ye, you know everything is fine." It went silent for a second. You were about to speak again but you got picked up by Ben bridal style and you squealed in surprise, "what are you doing baby?" You didn't want to go to the water, you didn't want to swim, and you were trying so hard to get out of his tight grasp on you but it was impossible and as he got closer to the shore you held on to him tighter "Ben nooo pleasee!" you begged him to let you go but he didn't budge and all of a sudden you were falling and landed in the water "BEN!" You shrieked trying to chase him down.

You were wrapped in a towel because of how soaked you were, and you had Ben hugging you from the side, laughing lightly. You grumbled, "It's not funny, I look like a wet rat." You grumbled, "It is kinda funny tho." You were pouting and looked at Ben and he just smiled and booped your nose.

After a little bit of drying off, you dragged Ben along with you as you strolled around the beach, stopping frequently to pick lovely shells that you would then show him with a wide grin "Benny!" Ben was admiring the shell you had gathered when you said, "Look at this one, it's so gorgeous" "So pretty." Ben replied admiring the smile on your face. You and Ben continued to walk the beach hand in hand while you both collected shells and you didn't realize he was talking about you, not the shell and how pretty you were.

As you were picking up shells, you were going to pick up another one when all of a sudden you stepped on something and it made your foot sting. "Ouch!" You yelped as Ben, who was a bit behind you, came rushing to your side asking if you were OK. "What happened?" "Did you get hurt?" You looked down to see what you had stepped on, and it was a jellyfish! Ben followed your eyes and saw what you stepped on, so he asked you to sit down on the dry part of the sand so he could see your foot. It was a reddish-purple colour and it was a bit swollen. You were trying to keep it together in tears as it did hurt quite a lot. "Yep, we'll have to cut the leg off, babe." You shrieked, "I'm kidding." Ben laughed, "but we have to get you home so I can put an ice pack on it."

The car ride home was about 20 minutes, so Ben put on some music "Ben this song is so bad change it please" Ben gasped dramatically and put his hand on his chest like somebody had shot him, you giggled "how dare you y/n y/l/n say that this song is bad it's one of the greatest songs to ever be made in history!" You sighed"fine but after this song I'm putting on my song which will be so much better than this weird grandpa music" "GRANDPA MUSIC!" Ben gasped shockingly again "i have never heard such fool language" he tutted, which made you and him laugh together.

When you got to Ben's house, he helped you walk to the couch because it stung anytime you put pressure on your foot. You layed down on the couch, and Ben went to the kitchen to get a pack of ice. When he came back, He sat himself carefully under your legs so your legs were perched up on his lap and he could slowly put the bag of ice on your foot, and as he did, you winced a bit, but you were overcom with the soothing feeling of the ice on your stung foot. Ben decided to turn on a movie to distract you from the pain a bit, maybe.

two hours later, the movie was finished and the sun was already starting to set. Ben looked over at you, about to ask something when he noticed that you had dozed off to sleep. He decided to not disturb you, so he carefully put the ice bag on the coffee table and lifted you up, bridal style, very slowly as to not wake you up. He got to his bedroom and put you down on his bed. After he put you in bed he also got in bed himself and fell asleep with you cuddling together.

I'm thinking about making a Joe mazzello fic maybe?? Idk how do you guys feel about that 🤨

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talesofphantombandits · 2 years

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👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

#zero to six #six underground #zero x four #scout x Billy #6 underground #6 underground billy #6 underground four #four #ben hardy #four fanfiction #6 underground fanfic #ben hardy fanfiction #ben hardy four #billy

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vixemi · 4 months

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Idk if anyone will know what I’m talking about but I’m trying to find a imagine about Roger Taylor played by Ben Hardy who cheats on reader with a fan I believe. Let a girl know if you find it.

#roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor queen #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor x fem!reader #roger taylor imagines #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #ben hardy #bohemian rhapsody

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yournotsolocalcryptid · 2 years

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Cute/Random Billy/four Headcanons

his bedroom is cluttered and a bit messy but not dirty or gross

not a picky eater. will eat pretty much anything

so cute when first waking up. Messy hair, scratchy voice all of it is just so good

loves a horror movie

loves a rom-com

bi area of things. I do not think this boy is straight.

slightly touch starved. loves some physical affection

snuggly

frequently goes on random tangents

gesticulates constantly

gets super warm when sleepy

has no sleep schedule. sleeps a lot or almost not at all with no in between.

#billy/four #kallan does headcanons #6 underground #6 underground headcanon #ben hardy #Billy headcanons #Billy/four headcanons #6 underground headcanons #6 underground fanfiction #headcanon #headcanons #18+ hc #hc #benjamin #random hc #random headcanon #cute hc #cute headcanons

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 1 year

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It's November, this means next month is December

This means festive little fanfic's.

What does it mean for you? You can request Holiday fics till the 30th of November.

My rules

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harmonity-vibes · 1 year

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IMAGINE

Author : Harmonity-vibes

You join the 6 underground.

One: Welcome, eight.

#6 underground #reader #fanfiction #fictional characters #teamwork #ryan reynolds #ben hardy #mélanie laurent #adria arjona #manuel garcia rulfo #corey hawkins

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tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik · 2 years

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"Death, Pestilence and Famine"

chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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"Get the... f-fuc-k... Just... f-...

...Go -way!"

The smoke was making it really hard for him to speak a complete sentence without coughing, but it was the first time he spoke to you directly in 3 years, from when he helped you out on your debut night. Funny, isn't it, how the tables had turned?

"Oh, cut the crap and let me help you!"

"I-I don't... need y-"

This man!!! Seriously? You thought to yourself, astonished by this beaten up, electrocuted and half-roasted man, still having the audacity to act all bratty given the circumstances. You were about to shut him up when a a sudden crashing sound made you both jump.

A piece of what used to be the celling fell right at Warren's back, missing him by mere inches. Just as he stayed in there, motionless and still processing what just happened, you took the opportunity to get close enough so you could placed yourself from underneath his arm, attempting to balance most of his weight on you while guiding him towards the exit

"WE MUST GO... NOW!"

Finding the way out was rough, yes, but thanks to the adrenaline rush it had been way easier and way less painful than carrying a person twice your body weight with gigantic, and now useless wings which were dragging you both down every 3 steps of the way.

Now problem was, what now? You couldn't quite possibly show up to E.R looking like that, because let's be honest, even during this somewhat more opened-minded-times there was still plenty of judgment towards your kind, there were still too many people out there who firmly believed each and every mutant was always "up to no good" and two raggedy kids covered in ashes and blood with one of them showing a very clear mutation could cause many to start asking too many questions which could put you both in jail, because as much as you hated it, this time both of you had, stupidly, been "up to no good".

This made the only possible destination, much to your dislike, to be none other than Warren's place. But the only time you ever went there it had been long ago. In theory finding the old building shouldn't have been much of an issue, if each time you asked Warren for any sort of guidance he didn't just mutter a bunch of nonsense and curses. Luckily what you did know was that it was in the same area as the Cage, and it's not like there was a spooky warehouse around every corner, it had to be easy to find, right?

After what felt like a life time, you finally made it to the box-like building with cracked walls covered in graffiti and with far too many broken windows, it had a dark and gloomy aura that missed-matched completely from the overall vivid environment from the city's night life, just like before all you could think of it was 'this is the type of place people get murder in the movies'.

"You'll have to kick the door"

Your companion said, but given his previous helpful input before, you thought it was more of the same rambling from before.

"Yeah, whatever you say, buddy"

"No.. it, the door... It won't open, unless you kick it"

"Oh, so we're making sense now, uh?"

Maybe it scared the shit out of you, but to Warren this was home, and it showed since he wasn't as delusional as before.

"Well in that case I'll have to leave you here, ok?"

You said while slowly resting Warren next to the wall so you could try to open the front door.

After a few minutes and many failed attempts you finally cracked Warren's advanced security system.

"Ok, c'mon up, hun, just a few more steps."

Maybe it had been the exhaustion, or maybe because of the absolute delicacy you grabbed him with, what took him by surprise and made Warren nod and cooperate so easily.

But sadly the night wasn't over, once inside Warren still needed help, a lot of it. As you carefully slipped him from over your shoulder onto his mattress. you realized, YOU HAD NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE TO START.

Your mind was going at full speed thinking about the next step. Should I clean him up? Should I check if there's something broken? Or maybe I should give him some water? Does he even have water in here? Oh god what if he has a brain injury? How the hell am I going t-

"-id kit"

"Watcha say?"

"First aid kit, behind you"

As you reached out to the suitcase-size kit you started searching for something you didn't even know what it was.

"Left side, big brown bottle"

As if he was reading your mind, Warren started to name the lengthy list of what was needed, and in all honesty you couldn't have been more grateful. It's not like you didn't know how to patch someone up, it's just this type of wounds were something you've never healed before, and well... This was Warren we were talking about! This was probably the first time he'd accepted help in his entire life so if you screwed this up he might never forgive you.

And for some unknown reason it only increased your anxiety, but why? It's not like you were close, God, you weren't even friends. So why did it matter to you so much what he thought?

"Fucking-agh!"

While you were lost in yourself Warren had started to ditch his jacket so you could work on him but trying to do so with only one arm and with the fabric sticking to the dried blood was making it nothing but torture.

"Hey, hey, hey, let me ok? You're gonna make it worse".

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greatkinglulu · 4 months

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Okay, so I saw this reel on insta and I think I NEED to write a OS with Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor about it.

What do we think? 👀

#queen #borhap #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #ben hardy #rami malek #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #queen fanfiction #queen fandom #ben hardy fanfic #roger taylor fanfic #ben hardy as roger taylor #greatkinglulu

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theborhapqueenarchives · 2 years

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Hey guys! I'm on a mission to archive all deleted/lost fanfics for the queen and bohemian rhapsody fandoms.

So if you want me to find a fic for you, I'll try to do it for you!

How to view deleted fics on AO3

Fanfiction master list

PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF YOU HAVE A FIC SAVED!

Lost fanfics can be found under "lost" and found ones are tagged as "found"

#queen band #queen fanfiction #queen #bohemian rhapsody cast #borhap #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #roger taylor #rami malek #gwilym lee #ben hardy #lucy boynton

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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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First Father’s Day, Ben Hardy

Can I request a fluffy Ben Hardy x fem. reader Father’s Day oneshot and reader and their toddler daughter celebrate Ben’s special day with him?

(D/n) : Daughter's name

Around four months ago, Father’s Day was just another day, but after mine and Ben’s daughter was born, everything changed. Being a first-time parent is hard as you try to include a brand new life into everything you do as well as make changes because of that little life. However, there are so many special moments that make it all worth it. The precious memories you know you’ll never forget, or the countless times you feel the immense amount of love you have for that new life is simply indescribable.

The same goes for the person who helped you make that life. There’s not a moment where Ben makes me feel any less than myself - especially as a mom. Not only has he been with me every step of the way, but he has also taken care of our baby girl without any hesitation. If he sees I’m doing something and the baby’s crying, he immediately goes to her. Even when it’s two in the morning and we’re asleep, he’ll still go and fetch her if she starts crying. I couldn’t have asked for a better man to marry and start my very own family with.

To surprise him on his first Father’s Day, I woke up early and snuck out to the kitchen to make him breakfast all while taking the baby monitor with me so Ben stays asleep. We haven’t had breakfast in bed in a while, so I wanted to do something special. I even made some of his favorites, including strawberries with his pancakes.

Right as I finish plating anything, a small, but persistent cry begins to come through the baby monitor. “Just in time,” I murmur to myself before heading to our little girl and taking her out of her crib. Once she’s in my arms, she quickly stops crying and relaxes, but still remains awake, her green eyes wide as her head rests against my chest. “(D/n),” I gently murmur her name, “Let’s go surprise daddy, huh?” I excitedly whisper to her, gently running my hand against her back.

After grabbing the plate from the kitchen, I head into our bedroom where Ben is still sleeping: however, he now takes up not only his side of the bed but mine as well. Of course, I smile at the scene before trying to gracefully clamber onto the bed beside him, resting on my knees as my arms stay occupied. I then nudge Ben with my knee, earning a quick inhale before he turns over to see me and his baby girl.

“Hello, lovelies,” he greets, his voice still full of sleep. Sitting up in our bed, Ben rubs his eyes to further wake himself before looking at the plate in my hands. He smiles. “Is there a special occasion, my love?”

His question brings a smile to my own face as I hand him the plate. “Yes, there is actually,” I tell him, adjusting (D/n) on my hip as Ben watches me with clear adoration. “Today is your first ever Father’s Day, and I wanted it to be special for you.”

With a small aw, Ben leans forward to kiss me before thanking me for the breakfast. Looking down at the small head of hair that’s an exact match to his, his smile grows, causing me to gently detach her from me and place her in her loving father’s arms. “Thank you for making me a dad,” he tells me, a couple seconds passing before his eyebrows furrow together. “Where’s your plate, babe?” Ben asks, reminding me of the food in the kitchen.

“Oh, I’ll be right back,” I explain before getting up and getting my food. On the way back, I think about what Ben did for me on my first Mother’s Day. He brought me flowers, ordered from my favorite restaurant, and gave me a back massage that could’ve made him a father of two. I know breakfast isn’t all that, but I can only hope it makes him happy.

Walking back into our bedroom, I find myself stopping at the doorway as my eyes take in the sight before me. With (D/n) sitting on his leg and her back leaning against his chest, Ben eats the breakfast I made him all while feeding her tiny bits of his strawberries that she’s able to eat. A smile stays glued to his face the whole time, and with that, I know he’s happy just like I had hoped.

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justiceformeplease · 11 months

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Hey sooo um yes i know i have not posted for about a few months maybe since last year?? I don't even know how long it has been but i know it's been a while and I'm sorry for not posting but i have lately been kind of stressed with school and life problems and i know that isn't a good enough excuse but i really am trying my best and stuff.

Since I'm finishing exams tommorow people can send requests that i could do over the summer and stuff

People i write for :

Ben hardy

Joe mazzello

John deacon

Roger Taylor

Kirk Hammett

Eddie Munson

Tasm Peter Parker

Warren Worthington

Serj tankian

Daron malakain

Btw i usually write x FEM!readers but i can also do male as well, i will usually do fem if there is no indication that you want male!reader

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #eddie munson #warren worthington iii #queen #roger taylor #john deacon #tasm!peter imagine #ben hardy imagine #eddie munson x reader #kirk hammett #serj tankian #daron malakian #fem reader #male reader #x reader #fanfiction

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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Can you do a fluff story of roger taylor *ben hardy* of like the reader is making breakfast and roger goes behind them and scares them but then puts music on and starts dancing

You got it!

Since no gender is specified in the request, I will make readers neutral so they can be whatever gender identity you want.

Link to my Ko-Fi

Warnings: Just Fluff. An In-joke. Mentions of food, cooking, knives, and eating and Reader getting spooked for a second.

Also, the song is "I Was Made For Lovin' You" by Kiss! Go check it out, it is SUCH a bop!

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!!!

You walked out of the door on that light blue morning, careful to close the door slowly. Roger seemed to be still asleep. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, arms up to the pillows, and his beautiful blonde hair cascaded around.

But you sat there relaxing for a bit. Enjoying seeing the sun rising up, adding pink to the light blueness of the sky. But your stomach kept rumbling. Dinner from last night felt like ages ago.

So you began to start cooking what you usually like for breakfast, be it some toast or eggs or bacon or getting cereal.

You opened the purple bag of coffee by untwisting the string around it, careful to measure it into the black scoop next to the machine. Once you poured some water from a jug into it, you got a fresh filter, poured the rich French roast grounds inside, closed the lid, and pressed a button to start brewing.

Recently you bought some fresh fruit. Surely that sounded nice along with your usual breakfast tastes. You picked out a red Honeycrisp the size of two baseballs, a sharp knife, and began to cut it into slices.

You get so involved in the process of slicing the apple, that you didn't see a blonde head move toward you or hear the pattering footsteps arriving behind you.

And that lit, seeing you so focused, decides to creep up on you and very quickly place his hands on you.

"AHHH!" You screamed, dropping the knife in fear.

But behind was a familiar laugh that made you relax or else armed with a sharp knife you would have attacked back.

Placing the knife down you turned around to see Roger laughing, you waved your arm to smack him lightly but wound up getting the pot on the machine and moving it out of its place mid-brew.

"Please not the coffee machine, Y/n!" Roger yelped as he grabbed it, any stray dark liquid spilling out briefly onto the counter before he set it back in place

Both of you paused. For a second it hit you what he said and you began laughing too.

"Rog! Really! I might need to call Deaky and tell him you said that right now!"

Roger turned around to find the radio.

"Well, that can wait for a bit..."

As he switched it on, there was a blast of an electric guitar and a quick, catchy beat.

It began with a chorus of "do do do's" that Roger sang along to, his head bobbing up and down to the beat.

A bright, expressive rock baritenor began to sing the solo as you felt Roger's hand catch yours.

"Here! Have a dance!" he offered

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Never more sure!"

So he sways you around, pulling you back and forth. But it was quicker with the tempo of the song.

As it erupted into the chorus, you both twisted around, holding hands and grinning, half-singing along.

"I was made for loving you, baby/You were made for loving me!/And I can't get enough of you, baby,/Can you get enough of me?"

You would turn back and cook a little (scramble the odd egg, flip the pancake, what have you) and ask him to do a quick thing.

"Rog- get the plates! And forks!"

He managed to dance out of his way to grab the two plates where they were in the cabinet and place them on the small table in the kitchen before returning to you.

Both of you kept dancing it out, swaying and moving so much, that it felt like you were in tandem, like one unit together.

As the last chord played itself he caught your back and leaned you down for a dip until he pulled you up and kissed your nose.

There were worse ways to start the day, you had to admit.

Taglist: @0x0spunky-monkey0x0 @yourlocalmusicalprostitute @queenlover05

If you enjoyed this, then consider buying me a Ko-Fi!

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bohemiansweede · 1 year

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Xmas Fics

Here are my Xmas fics with the Bohrap boys

Enjoy and be safe out there

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment

Thank you

On the naughty list

A total surprise

Not alone for Christmas

Christmas party

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️Enjoy also my Queen novel collection

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yournotsolocalcryptid · 1 year

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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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