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ppgxrrblove · 2 years

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I am honestly glad monster high is officially been killed...the cgi child like reboot was okay, I didn't have a problem with it at all, it fit the target audience 100%

but the new reboot they're doing is just a woke, satanic - well woke is satanic in its core definition, if your a Christian you'll understand this, for those who don't understand - Satan, lucifer is woke himself. All of the woke hot garbage agenda comes from him, "shocking I know" lol - anyway, back to the topic; they changed possibly more characters personality, changed who they are originally to fit the woke agenda they even changed one or more character sex - to again please the woke sex cult, to be exact...and I honestly believed back in the day till this date..until I found out through reddit fanatics that it has always been a theory including the doll community as well - that it was true that clawdeen is bisexual, and...I forgot the rest lol cause of this ugly as heck live action movie, it was the only reason how I remembered this old news discussion.

But as I stated already it was false, it was made up by the fanatics that desperately wanted to project their personal life styles onto a children's TV show a bunch of adults - don't try to make up excuses that teenagers were the ones that asked for this a lot of times when they weren't, I still remember those early day comments and majority of the children viewing MH were more interested in how the show progressed, who Frankie gonna ditch next, or who she is gonna actually end up with, to making a huge stack of monster high oc - that's what majority of the children that watched MH were focused on, yes I know of the woke parents indoctrinated they're children towards their woke ideologies, that they will be asking for such stuff, however, they weren't as many as the regular child audience.

Nonetheless, it doesn't surprise me that the creator of MH is lgbt, - I found out by the time the lady gaga doll collab released, it hit me right there and then - of course, the books "hinting" it honestly more like treasure hunting hiding it because nick ain't about that life at said time this was occuring, they don't want to get again caught by grooming situation *cough* icarlycreatorandpeopleonnick , but yeah, i can see why they told the groomer - I mean creator for MH to not put that into the children's TV show back in the day...until they broke it off this year with loud house..really terrible show, I believe there may have been a before first lgbt stuff on nick content?? But that's the only one that I believe was the first time they've done that towards going on with there other grooming tactics lol.

Now the gromreator...trying to fuse groom + creator here e.e....not working, creating a monster name hahaha....- had stated on his Instagram that he was just gonna slap all types of grooming(making the entire cast well some of them, lgbt) content originally for MH but nick again didn't want to around said time - they need to rail in those fishes before they do such acts. So knowing that this happened...it sucks cause I love monster high, my first favorite monsti was Frankie stien until I learned about her just being a terrible, cheap dollar teenage whore...yeah...once you realize this- it..it don't look right even if they try to 'fix' it by potentially making her love interest be that unicorn Grey rainbow hair guy - sadly it didn't even last, like jeez they really destroyed her character on the relationship department and back then up until before this entire reboot live thing occurred people despised the heck out of Frankie and now people love her(note; reddit go to r/monsterhigh and scroll past until you find the post about Frankie being none binary - look at the comment section, and I do believe there is another one as well discussing it too) - not kidding, because she is none binary..because of that..they will ditch the real og Frankie- accept..like you're just trying to half butt clean a stain that has been left there for too long mate - it ain't gonna work for those who can see, smell the pandering, and yes they should've created a new character for that instead of grabbing an already existing character which really does fit with draculaura but we shall get to her in a minute, - fairly it doesn't really matter the real Frankie, will always be a skank, and a terrible ghoul nothing that you do will change about this character.

After me accepting that Frankie is like this, I drifted apart from the series, but, I did try my best to keep up with it by rewatching each web episode on their website back in the day. Thanks to me rewatching the episodes my love for drac, blew up - like drac, Gothic Victorian, Lolita cutie pie drac stole me away - I drew all my attention towards her until they gave her a wrong "boyfriend" ..sigh..I had hoped it would be someone else but yeah not into the whole pairing sorry, and clawdeen as well - I fell in love with her she was adorable, sassy and what made me love her even more was the matter of her being into fashion - her story progressing in the France movie was really sweet..but, that's not to state that I didn't like any of her outfits she wore cause boy oh there were times that i just couldn't stand some of the outfits at all she wore. I loved some but others ew.

Now in the live action, as I stated before I would be mentioning said quote i mentioned how they should have created a new character instead of stinking being lazy pieces of poop and taking an already beloved established character..again this a reboot to the series so..it doesn't surprise me but it disgusts me. They already *have* a witch character, so what do they do with draculaura? For those who don't know yet, they swapped her entire characteristic of what she does - just slap the witch gross sticker on her and call it a day..I am not gonna lie that I was upset about it but I already had moved on from it since i know that will never be og draculaura, even though..in the game that I have for MH I find out that she vegan..I forgot about her profile bio it's been so long and my memory ain't well at times, so me realizing it again, is yeah..not into her being vegan like I get it she's trying to avoid blood but she can still eat meat just cooked - i never understood why she couldn't eat cooked meat..- it doesn't have no blood at all lol plus it's coming from animals.. while clawdeen got 0 problems eating meat with the rest of the characters as well as ghoulia being a zombie xD - it just I don't get it.

...With that being stated, I am done here, MH was a good show, it was fine while it lasted for me, now I have since moved on from it..though I will never move on from my favorite ghouls, I already have cut ties with media that has woke imagery in it..that includes og MH it had way too much of it, now the new one is gonna have a ton on blast it's just not my tea anymore, I rather continue following the lord then just engross myself with something that is vile.

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musings-of-a-rose-writes · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Goodness, this is hard! I have a reason why I love all of them but I'll try to pick 5:

Meet the Millers, a The Last of Us/Triple Frontier Crossover (Benny Miller, Joel Miller, Will Miller x f!reader). This one here was supposed to be a simple one shot but I blacked out and woke up 2 weeks later to 41k words. And I had ideas that didn't fit so now I'm adding more to it. It blows my mind because I wrote it only like 2.5 months after I started writing.

Light Me Up (Benny Miller x f!reader "Sparks") This is the 2nd chapter fic I started writing, the month after I actually started writing. This is the fic that made me fall for Benny and never look back.

Sacrifice, a choose your own pain ask fic (Benny Miller). This was an ask, but I had a few different ideas on how it could end but couldn't pick so I wrote them all. The angst and pain in this made me tear up while writing it and I'm actually pretty proud of it.

The Detective and the Thief (Detective Tim Rockford x The Thief x f! reader). The commercial for that phone video game came out and I word vomited this into a Google doc and spit it out 5 hours later. I have no idea how. And the twist in this caught even me by surprise!

Light Through the Dark (Pero Tovar x f!reader) I wrote this "ask" as part of my 100 followers celebration back in the day. I was able to weave things from the movie into this, but also starting out with angst/whump was very new to me. I actually had more planned but thought it would be "too long". Little did I know that would be my thing lol So I actually want to continue this if anyone is interested!

Honorable Mention:

I'll Always Wait For You (Frankie Morales x f!reader "Hermosa"). They are my babies, the first chapter fic I ever wrote. They've been through so much and I miss them terribly.

Our Strange Life (Silva & ofc Isabella) Again, one of those "I saw 3 seconds of this man and had to write for him and so I spit this out the same day". This is not a pairing, but a best friends who will do anything for each other fic and I really love their story.

#ask #this was hard

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tintinwrites · 4 years

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nothing could be finer | Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader x Frankie Morales

A/N: Yes the sequel to this is a threesome bc you love both your boys and Frankie is thinking thots. Yes they all live in the same town idk why. I write too much backstory anyway lol.

Rating: T but maybe a soft M in one little part I suppose? (Sequel will be M)

Warning: Naughty words. One brief sexual scene, not explicit. The reader’s NICKNAME is Carolina and it is not her actual name, and the reasoning is explained in this. Reader went on a bad date that she fears is breaking into her apartment but protective!Santi and protective!Frankie are there!

Word count: 4,683, apparently!! I’M SORRY

Summary: You think someone is breaking into your apartment, and your two favorite men come over to make sure it’s okay.

GIF credit: damerondjarin

Tags: @feelmyroarrrr @a-killvr-queen @mylifeliterally @bisexual-space-slut @darksideofclarke @mixtape-books @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol @damerondjarin @phoenixhalliwell @lostinwonderland314 @jennibradley @mandoplease @yougottakeeponkeepinon @the-bird-suit @dindisneydjarin

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Frankie didn’t remember dreaming about birds.

He was pretty sure that you were underneath him in a scenario that he could never repeat to you or anyone else in the real world, then you disappeared from underneath his fingertips and he was in some field and the birds were loud.

The more he tried to listen to them, the more he noticed that they sounded odd; sharp, and echoing, and computerized.

He pushed through tree branches in pursuit of this damn bird that pulled him away from you, walking out of the field and looking all around for any glimpse of the source of the sound.

It was when the sound was right by his ear that he realized it wasn’t birdsong.

It was ringing.

The sound was only louder when he realized this, and all the trees, plants, and underbrush started to disappear from around him as he was dragged through blackness from his subconscious to the real world.

He laid there with his eyes closed in confusion now that he was no longer dreaming, but the ringing was still sounding from somewhere to the right of his head.

Turning onto his side, he stared at the light emanating from his ringing phone on the nightstand for a long moment before his brain realized that meant someone was calling him, and he rolled over onto his stomach to grab it.

He blinked a few times to clear his vision with the only light in the dark room shining into his eyes, seeing the time was somewhere past one AM and the name calling was yours.

“Carolina,” your nickname was spoken with confusion and sleepiness as he answered.

You started talking so quickly that he didn’t understand a word you were saying, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on, I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Talk slow.”

“I didn’t know whether to call you or Santi, I need you to come over.”

Frankie was definitely awake now with how panicked and scared you sounded, throwing the covers back as he shifted from sleep to alert, wanting to make sure he dealt with whatever the situation was calmly. He was definitely worried, but he knew that freaking out would not make anyone handle things well and he wanted to try and keep you calm. “Are you hurt? Do you need me to call an ambulance on my way there?”

“No, I’m, um...I was on this date and he was really creepy, and then he kept, like, driving past my building and, I don’t know, I thought maybe it was just a similar car and I woke up a few minutes ago and...I think I heard something on the fire escape, but I’m not sure, and I really need you to come over, please.”

He was rushing to step into the first pair of sneakers he could find as you sobbed into the phone, moving faster out of his bedroom to the front door where he grabbed the keys for his truck.

“Okay, I want you to grab whatever’s near you to use as a weapon and go into a room where you can lock the door. I’m gonna call Pope just in case, don’t come out until you hear one of us knock. We’ll say something that way you know it’s only us.”

“Please call back, Frankie.”

“I’m gonna hang up, but I’m gonna call you as soon as I talk to him.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for shit. Are you in a locked room?”

“The bathroom.”

“Stay put, talk to you in a second.”

He dialed Pope’s number as he was sitting in his truck and starting the engine, the line still ringing as he pulled out onto the street. “Come the fuck on.”

It went to his voicemail and Frankie quickly hung up, calling him again.

The other end finally clicked on as he was impatiently sitting at a red light that he probably could have run at such a late hour if he wasn’t afraid of getting busted.

“Sorry, man, I just got home and I was in the shower. What are you doing up? Don’t you go to sleep at, like, eight?”

“It’s Carolina. She thinks a bad date might be breaking into her apartment.”

“Are you pulling a prank on me, ‘Fish?”

“No, dumbass, I’m not pulling a fucking prank on you. She asked me to come over, but you live closer and two is probably better than one if there is someone there.”

Pope was silent and he could hear something shuffling around. “Okay, I’m getting dressed. Is she okay?”

“She’s freaked, but fine. I’m gonna call her back to make sure it stays that way.” He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal the moment the traffic light turned green; it’s not like there were a lot of people driving around.

“I’m grabbing my keys right now, should be there in two minutes.”

“Thanks, man.” Frankie hung up without another word, glancing between his phone and the road as he pushed to call you.

You didn’t even let it ring once before you were answering with a quick, “Frankie?”

“Pope’s on his way, he said it’ll be two minutes. You good?” Even if he was remaining calm, he was relieved to hear you and know that no one had hurt you.

“I haven’t heard any noises in here, but I don’t know. I’m really sorry, Frankie. I know I’m being a baby—”

“If some asshole is trying to break into your apartment, I’m gonna be there to kill him.”

“—thanks, Frankie.”

You kept saying his name, probably to ground yourself and remind yourself that he was there with you, that he was going to make sure nothing happened.

He decided to talk lightly with you as he drove towards your apartment and, okay, that light might have turned red right before he sped through it, but he realized your safety was more important to him than a ticket he could pay.

When he asked some random, silly question to distract you and you didn’t answer him, his grip tightened on the steering wheel. “Carolina?”

“There’s someone knocking on the door,” you whispered softly since you knew it wasn’t him and it could have been Pope, but what if whoever might have been trying to break in knew you figured out they were on the fire escape and was trying to trick you?

Frankie was pretty sure he could’ve heard a damn pin drop with how closely he was listening, speeding up a little when he heard a muffled voice yelling to you.

“It’s Santi!”

This information made him relax considerably, but he didn’t slow down much as he listened to the two of you talk and he turned the corner to the street where your apartment building was.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Pope’s voice was close to the phone.

Frankie wondered if you called him simply because he was listed in your phone first, considering how close you were with Pope, and he lived closer, and he was obviously the better man for this kind of thing.

But that didn’t really matter much, he supposed, because you did call him and he wasn’t going to back out when you possibly needed help.

He parked in a random spot and took the stairs two at a time up into the building and up to your floor, finding the door to your place open and you and Pope embracing in the middle of your living room.

Your eyes landed on his as Pope gently swayed you and unintentionally put him in your line of sight, immediately filling with tears and untangling yourself from the man’s arms to run to Frankie.

He stumbled back with a little grunt when you practically jumped him, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him.

Pope nodded at him, taking a step back. “I’m gonna look everything over, okay?”

As he went to go see if there was anyone there, you sobbed into Frankie and clung to the back of his shirt. “Some date, huh?”

You let out a sound between a laugh and a sob. “I know I’m being really dumb, but the date was scary and then seeing his car and hearing that noise…”

“I know. You’re fine.” He wasn’t the best at consoling people when they were crying, but he was definitely not bad as he squeezed you reassuringly.

“There’s no one here. I checked the closets, under the bed, anywhere someone might be able to hide.” Pope sounded like he was back in the military as he walked back into the main room of your apartment, looking at you worriedly.

“I know I heard something, though.” You pulled away from Frankie to turn and look at Pope, but pressed into his side still.

“It could’ve been the wind or a raccoon or...or there could’ve been someone out there and he ran off when he realized you knew he was there or we scared him off.” He seemed reluctant to put that in your head, looking away from you.

“I’m really sorry I made you guys come all the way over here…”

“Hey, I live, like, two minutes away.”

Pope moved to you and tapped you under the chin with his index finger, meeting Frankie’s eyes with a nod. “All clear.”

When Frankie turned to walk out with a squeeze of your elbow, you quickly grabbed onto his shirt and reached out to grab onto Pope’s.

“Wait! Can you...can you guys stay?” You asked this rather sheepishly, but you could only think that it really was the man you’d been on a date with on your fire escape and he was momentarily scared off.

“I promise that literally any place a grown man could hide, I looked.” Pope gently pried your hand off his shirt.

“Yes, I know, but what if he really did run off because of me or you guys and he comes back later?”

“—don’t look at me like that.”

He was staring at you for a moment then he looked over at Frankie for help, who was looking at you in such a way that Pope knew he was falling for that scared kitten look of yours.

Not that there was anything to fall for; you weren’t manipulating them, you were genuinely scared and he simply knew if he let himself soften, seeing that expression would make him stay as long as you wanted him to.

Frankie gave in right when Pope was opening his mouth to say a simple fuck to let you know you’d convinced him, which saved him from revealing how soft he was for you. Though you probably already knew that, what with him standing there with his hair dripping and the spots where he was still wet from his shower making his shirt stick to him.

“He’s grumpy because sleeping on a couch hurts his back, but I can stay.” Frankie smirked and slapped Pope’s chest with the back of his hand.

“I’m gonna stay to prove you wrong.” And because he wanted to stay. Fuck.

You kissed them both on the cheek as a small show of how grateful you were for their willingness to make you feel safe. Frankie kissed your cheek in return and Pope smiled at you like you were important.

You walked over to the couch and bent down over it. “This pulls out into a bed.”

“I can do that.” Pope was not going to even glimpse at your ass right now, but he was going to do the small task of working the pull out couch so you didn’t have to.

When he moved the cushions aside and didn’t see a mattress to drag out, he stood there for a moment, scratching his head.

“Let me do it.” Frankie walked over, pushing Pope back slightly with the back of his hand as he bent over and began feeling around the edges of the couch for the mattress.

“See? There’s nothing.” Pope watched him with his hands on his hips, huffing.

Rolling your eyes, you crouched down and batted at their legs to make them step away, pulling a compartment from under the couch and pushing it up into place, turning the seating area into the width of a full size bed. “You’re not hip with the times, boys.”

You walked into the short little hallway that led to your bathroom on the right, your bedroom in the center, and a closet on the left, reaching into the closet to take out a couple neatly folded blankets and a spare pillow. You smiled at Frankie when he took them from you and began setting up the couch.

“Hey, Santi, you can sleep in my bed—”

“Nope. You’ll sleep in your bed and we’ll both sleep on the couch.”

“I already convinced you to stay here and I don’t want you to hurt your neck or anything.”

“I can deal. You were the one who went on that bad date and who thought someone was breaking into her apartment, you take the bed.”

You smiled, eyes meeting Frankie’s tired ones as he sat on the couch. “I should let you guys sleep, huh? I’m already making you guys stay here.”

“Quit it, I’m happy to stay in a place that smells as nice as you for a night if it means you’re safe.” Pope sat down and moved to take off the shoes he’d thrown on.

“Even if it’s keeping you safe from a raccoon.” The smirk on Frankie’s lips was met with a light giggle from you.

Then you were silent as you watched them, knowing you needed to go to bed and leave them to sleep since you’d already asked them to stay, but not liking the thought of being alone.

“Santi?”

“Mm?”

“Can you check my room again?”

“Sure, baby.”

He stood up and patted your hip as he walked by, and you smiled at him gratefully. You sat down on the couch next to Frankie as you waited for him.

“You okay?” Frankie asked, eyes on your hands as you wrung them in your lap.

“Yeah, I’m...not really.” You looked down to hide the tears that were welling up.

“I didn’t mean the raccoon thing. You were in a scary situation and I shouldn’t’ve made light of it like that.”

“Oh, no, Frankie, that made me laugh. I really appreciated that.”

Despite being the one on the verge of crying at the moment, you reached over to reassuringly squeeze his thigh, a bit less scared when you looked up and stared into his soft gaze.

You were too busy looking at each other to see Pope come out of the bedroom and stop in the hallway to watch you, leaning his shoulder into the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.

There’d always been something between you; that was undeniable with Frankie’s dreams and how you’d broken down entirely when you saw him.

But there’d always been something between you and—

“I looked over everything and locked the windows.” Pope pushed off the wall and walked back into the living room, moving to pretend he was going to sit on you until you darted out from practically under him with a squeal.

“Guess I should let you two get some sleep then.” You stood and looked at them for a long moment because you didn’t want to go to your room, but you turned and walked off anyway.

Pope’s eyes followed you as he unclasped his watch to take it off, then he looked over at Frankie who was fluffing up the pillow, and down at his hands to see what he was doing. “You should probably go into her room.”

“The fuck are you talking about? Turn off the light.” Frankie laid back on the couch, kicking at the man to make room for his legs to stretch out.

“She obviously doesn’t want to be alone and you two were totally eye-fucking. No, no, eye-lovemaking.” Pope swatted him on the shin for kicking him.

“Are you saying I should go in there and sleep with her?”

“No, I’m not, because if you take advantage of her, I’d kick your ass. But, I don’t know, she’d probably like someone in there with her and she looks at you like you’re as great as me.”

“She looks at me like I’m ugly?”

“Fuck off. You telling me that you don’t want to go in there?”

Frankie was silent, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at anything other than Pope.

“That’s what I thought.”

He ‘accidentally’ kicked Pope in the back, standing up and turning to look down at him with a raised eyebrow when he sprawled out to take up the space.

“This is literally all I wanted. What a fucking sucker.” He matched the middle finger Frankie flashed him.

Frankie rolled his eyes, but he knew Pope well enough to know that he really did think he should go into your bedroom, and he walked into the hallway to knock softly on your slightly ajar door. “Carolina?”

“Come in.”

You were laying on your side and scrolling through your phone, blinking like you could nod off; it seemed you were making yourself stay awake.

“I thought you might like some company.”

“Is that what you and Santi were whispering about out there?”

Setting your phone down on your nightstand, you patted the spot beside you. He remembered his dream right when he sat on the mattress, flinching away slightly and sitting there on the edge of the bed rather awkwardly.

You watched him, tilting your head. “You don’t have to be in here if you don’t want to be.”

“It’s not that. I, uh...I don’t want to offend…” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Frankie, I know you’re a good guy. That’s pretty obvious with you staying here and with you coming in here to make sure I’m good. You can lay down with me if you want to.” You gestured to the unused side of the bed that he was barely sitting on.

“Okay.” It was his bed in his dream anyway, he reasoned as he moved his legs onto the bed and stretched out.

“I dunno what I’d do without you and Santi being this awesome.” You were very clearly tired now that you weren’t panicking about someone breaking in, much less eloquent as you blinked.

“Go to sleep, Carolina. No one’s gonna hurt you with me here.”

“Why do you guys call me Carolina?”

Frankie paused, wondering how quickly you’d kick him out of the bed if he told you the meaning behind the nickname. “You should ask Pope in the morning.”

You looked at him for a moment then moved to turn off the light on your nightstand, rolling onto your side to face him and reaching out in the dark. “Frankie?”

“I’m here.” Your hands collided and you both laughed, your fingers wrapping tight around his.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” You traced your thumb over his knuckles which he enjoyed more than he should’ve since you were only friends.

“Go to sleep.”

“You think Santi’s secretly mad at me?”

“He’s not capable of being mad at you.”

“Frankie?”

He grunted in response to let you know he heard you, but you didn’t say anything else and he was pretty sure he heard you snoring softly and it was oddly cute. You were one of his favorite people and he didn’t want to wake you up by moving your hand, so he did his best to find a comfortable spot that allowed him to keep a grip on your hand.

He found he really didn’t mind falling asleep with your hand in his and maybe his dreams and Pope were onto something when he talked about your eye-lovemaking or whatever the hell it was.

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Frankie woke up to find that the room was dimly lit, turning to see you turned the light back on and you were sitting up, staring at him with a smile. “You okay?”

You didn’t say anything, looking at him silently and then turning to look at the door. “Santi?”

Pope opened the door and walked in so quickly that Frankie jumped up, thinking he really was going to have to kill an intruder for you until he realized it wasn’t a stranger.

What the…

“Since when do you get up that quickly, you fucking bear?” His joke was not met with some witty comeback like usual, and his brow furrowed as you stared at each other.

You reached out and Pope was on you, moving over you and kissing along your neck as you moaned, your hands tugging at his hair to bring him closer as if he wasn’t fucking practically humping you.

Frankie didn’t know what was going on; you were obviously displaying this for him by making sure he was awake to see you and he couldn’t figure out why.

Was Pope searching for him to admit his feelings for you when he mentioned the way you looked at him? Did the two of you want to hurt him and mock him for all the times he’d dreamed about you like some infatuated idiot?

Pope wouldn’t do that and you wouldn’t do that, and he knew that. But then, what was going on?

“What the fuck?” He managed to ask, staring at you both.

Your eyes moved to him as Pope continued to lick and bite at your neck, hips rutting into yours, and you reached a hand out to him.

He didn’t remember moving closer to you, but your fingers started to trail down his stomach, his muscles twitching beneath your touch when you stroked beneath his shirt.

It wasn’t typical and his brain knew that, yet something was right as your hand moved more and more until it stopped between his legs, groping and rubbing him through the pajama pants he didn’t change out of.

Maybe it should’ve been odd to him that you were touching him there as his best friend kissed towards your chest.

For some reason, though, it felt good and he didn’t even care that Pope was looking at him as he bucked into your hand.

You were talking to him now, begging him to touch you somewhere, and he might have reached over to put his hand in a place he’d dreamed of if you didn’t ball up your fist and punch him right in the dick.

This time, Frankie wasn’t only dreaming.

He woke up with a start at the pain between his legs, crying out and quickly reaching down to cup himself; the two of you had moved closer to each other in your sleep and your knee rammed right into him.

When you woke up to the sound of Frankie groaning and saw him curled up, hands between his legs as he rocked and rolled around a bit, it didn’t look...appropriate.

“Frankie?”

His furrowed brow and pained eyes met your own concerned looking ones and he didn’t need to be a genius to realize what you were thinking about him. “Oh, no, no, I’m not, uh...you kneed my balls.”

“—I need your balls?”

“No, no! You kneed me in the balls.”

You stared, then your eyes widened and you were practically rolling right off the bed with how fast you moved.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m gonna grab you some ice!”

He lifted a finger in an attempt to tell you to stop, that it was fine, but then he merely let out a whine and moved back down to tenderly cup himself.

You ran by Pope who was sitting up on the couch, normally waking up at this time, and he watched you with a confused yet vaguely adoring smile. You swept right on by again with a dish towel full of ice cubes, going into your bedroom and doing a running leap onto the bed.

When you knelt by Frankie and pressed the ice between his legs, you were a bit too quick and he flinched with a cry of pain.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s...fine.”

Frankie was no longer practically crying a few minutes later, then he was able to slowly walk into the living room about fifteen minutes later.

You sat him down on the couch which Pope had turned back from a bed, apologizing again and again for accidentally hurting him in your sleep.

“It’s not like this is the first time something has hurt my balls.” He was able to look at you reassuringly now that his face wasn’t screwed up in pain, but he glowered when Pope’s cheerful laugh could be heard from the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, I can shut him up. I owe you two a meal anyway.” You rubbed his shoulder, hand lingering for a moment as you stood then sliding down his arm before you walked into the kitchen.

Pope was making coffee when you walked in and you almost forgot to be angry at him, moving to press your head into his back.

“Would you like it if someone laughed at you for being hurt there?” You poked him in the hip and he grunted softly.

“I guess not, but I wasn’t the one whose balls were hurt right now.” The motherfucker pushed that ass of his into you, making you stumble back.

“You are despicable. You guys like eggs? Pancakes?”

“You cook it, I eat it.”

The two of you moved around the kitchen in silence, him grabbing mugs for the coffee and you grabbing ingredients and bowls for the food.

Sometimes you’d look at each other and smile and it...was really nice.

You were stirring the batter for some boxed pancake mix when you remembered what you and Frankie talked about the night before. “Santi?”

“Mm?”

“Why do you guys call me Carolina?”

“It was Frankie’s idea.”

You raised an eyebrow. Now you were really wondering why Frankie was hesitant to tell you the reasoning as Pope didn’t even seem to mind.

“You remember when we were a little tipsy and you were all whiny about not being in the military with us and how we called each other by our call signs?” He poured coffee into a mug with some puppies on it.

“Yes.” You’d been pretty embarrassed about it when you were no longer drunk enough to be uninhibited.

“When you went to the bathroom, we talked about it and Frankie said Carolina Reaper.”

“What’s that?” You tilted your head.

“The hottest known pepper in the world because, and I quote, ‘it’s just like her’. He was tipsier than both of us, but you really loved it when we told you the name we chose and said we should all go to East Carolina.”

“There’s no East Carolina.”

“I know.”

The smile on Pope’s lips was endearing, but you wanted to speak with Frankie. You were leaning more towards being flattered than offended, though, since you knew your boys would never do anything to hurt you.

Frankie was sitting on the edge of the couch with his elbows on his knees and his hands folded under his chin, staring at some random spot as he thought about how much he didn’t mind his dream.

What if you hadn’t accidentally kneed him?

Would he really indulge in something like that with you and his best friend?

He was pretty sure the answer was yes when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye, and he sat up straight like you might’ve been reading his thoughts from the kitchen.

The look on your face didn’t say that you weren’t somehow reading his thoughts.

“Carolina Reaper, Frankie? Really?”

—maybe it would’ve been good if you’d been reading his thoughts considering you now knew he was the one who came up with your name, and he was pretty sure his balls would be non-existent if you kneed them on purpose.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #frankie catfish morales x reader #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier x reader

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frankthesnek · 3 years

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Yay tag games! Tagged by @logicgunn and @carsonsweebabyturtles thank you friend 😗

Nickname: Frank, Frankie, hey you. You know whatever is good.

Zodiac: ♏🦂 and very much so lol

Height: 5'5" but my license says 5'4" for some reason?

Last movie I saw: Collateral Damage, very good do recommend.

Last thing I Googled: Best position to deepthroat... don't judge me I was doing research for a fic.

Favorite musician: ugh Michael Bublé. That man's voice just 🥰 *swoon* I have a very random headcanon of Rodney being a swing singer and sounding like him. Purely self indulgent will never become anything.

Song stuck in my head: Believer by Smash Mouth. No clue why, was there when I woke up.

Other blogs: lol okay so I do have a random ass side blog that has absolutely nothing to do with my writing and is very G rated. I have two fan girl obsessions. McShep and Bob Ross. @daily-bob-ross is mine. Everyone needs a friend 🐿

Blogs following: huh, 60 apparently?

Amount of sleep: a surprising amount given I have a toddler lol

Lucky number: 23 and 72. No reasoning they just are.

What am I wearing: yellow blouse, jeans, ankle boots, and rocking my hair as a glorious voluminous mane today because I was to lazy to even put it in a pony this morning.

Dream job: exactly what I'm doing now!... only you know with a healthier work environment, recognition for what I do, and decent pay 😒

Dream trip: oh there are so many places...top of my head I would say Alaska. Middle of nowhere Alaska.

Language: English. Also a little bit of ASL.

Favorite food: I could eat my weight in sushi any day of the week 🤤

Play an instrument: pff no!

Favorite song: thats on the radio here right now, Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran and Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo.

Random fact: never broken a bone, but I have had my face put back together with stitches. Tore up my chin and jaw really bad in a bike accident in my teens.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Sunshine through the clouds, warm and bright but shy. Foxgloves flowers in full bloom, soft and pretty and sweet but very dangerous if handled wrong. Twilight on a clear night, full of bright colors and darkness just on the other side.

That was a really fun one, good way to spend my lunch break! I shall tag @a-storm-of-roses @inthractus @alicia178 and @chaos-monkeyy do it or don't do it, whatever you want 😁

#tag gams #just some random stuff #about me #tumblr games #i will always do them!

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crushing-on-nico-di-angelo · 3 years

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Seven Nights in Cabin Thirteen

I’m inspired by another post I saw here that I didn’t wish to hijack lol, and OP deactivated or else I’d link their account here. credits to @the-ghost-king for the idea of a demigod therapy/Will being a past drug addict on this post. Yes this is a bad fic. It’s also my first fic ever. Please criticize if you see anything

Will never thought that he would ever appreciate his first monster attack. He was seven years old, and in hindsight his teacher probably only worked there to prey on young demigods (at least, that’s why he suspects the attack happened so early in his life compared to other demigods). But when Lee Fletcher sat him down 4 years later and told him that he was trans and would now be known as Lee instead of his birth name, Will knew that everything happened for a reason.

After many conversations with Lee about how he knew (gods bless that man’s patience) and with an older Athena camper who’s special interest dealt in psychology, Will realized the reason that he always felt disconnected from his mom and sisters in Austin was because he was like Lee. He was a boy.

Telling people wasn’t easy. Of course his older brother had to know; he was the one who introduced Will to this concept. Telling the rest of camp was as easy as telling Chiron, who told Dionysus, who always threatened to turn anyone into a dolphin if they talked shit about any trans kid. Telling his mom... that had to be the hardest part. How was he supposed to tell them? The only similarities they all had were that they were all musically inclined and that they were all girls.

Apparently, Will forgot that Naomi Solace was a musician. The music industry has more queers than an all girl’s school GSA. Her only questions were “Alright, what’s your name then, kiddo?” and “When do you want to set up an appointment with a therapist?” As for his siblings, well, let’s just say the oldest, Frankie, always knew. And it didn’t take long for seven-year-old Mickey to cut her doll-that-somehow-looked-exactly-like-Will’s hair and change his notes from high to low when she accompanied his singing on violin, as part of voice training.

Four years has passed since then and Will can hardly believe it. He’s stealth back at Austin because it’s just easier that way, but since a quarter of the camp knew him since he was seven, he figured there was no point; it isn’t like anyone treated him as though he wasn’t a man-- er, boy-- at camp anyways. So, life went on. He got his period for the first time during the Battle of Manhattan, that was no fun, but luckily Thalia was cool about it and made sure not to tell anyone. He started binding shortly afterwards, got a couple bruises hear and there. Kayla yelled at him for a week for that one, he remembers fondly. Discovered why it’s better to take off your contacts in the shower... that day isn’t such a fond memory. That was the first and last time he ever made himself bleed. Although, he will say that’s what sparked his interest in medicine and what made him the best doctor Camp Half Blood had seen in decades at the mere age of 15 years old. Life at camp was good, if a bit dull. He got used to the routine and the constant influx of damaged campers, the siblings and friends, and the always-perfect Texas Barbecue and Coke.

That is, until the War Between the Camps happened. Lou Ellen woke Will up before sundown that day and told him their plan. They were to hide in the tall grasses and wait for Camp Jupiter to show their ugly faces. Cecil had the genius idea to paint their faces and arms black so they’d blend into the night better, and Will supposes in the hubub of everything they forgot that his hair nearly (”nearly”) glows, even at night. Until Mr. Nico “I’m so smart, I nearly killed myself shadow travelling” di Angelo pointed it out. Whatever, it made sense at the time. They won the war against Gaea, not without sacrifice, and they finally, finally got past all the wars and destruction and health issues that they were able to just hang out and get to know each other as friends.

And boy, was their friendship amazing. Nico had the best taste in music from Will’s eyes, and that’s saying something because Will is a music snob. Nico could be a little stubborn at times, but that’s alright because so was Will (”Gods damn it, Nico, if you don’t take your medication right this second I will-” “You’ll what? Hm? You’ll force it down my throat? Last I checked that was abuse.”). They fit together so perfectly and became fast friends.

It wasn’t always sunshine and lollipops, though. What is, for a demigod? Will relapsed once and passed out right in front of Nico’s cabin. He was crashing from an exciting high that he hadn’t experienced in so long, and he felt so tired and ashamed of himself. Methamphetamine was a goddamned bitch, so while he was coming out of withdrawals, he made Nico promise not to let him leave the cabin for a week were simmering down. He had to make sure something like this never happened again. They Iris Messaged Chiron and explained the situation, and he understood. He made sure to contact the older son of Dionysus who had been Will’s therapist in the past and said what had happened and they agreed on a session for soon after Will got mostly over his cravings.

So now they had a week of downtime together. Awesome.

“Solace, do you need anything? Are you okay?” Nico asked towards the end of the first full day that withdrawals were over.

“I’m-- fuck. I’m fine. I swear.” He responded unconvincingly.

“That’s not what you said last night... no offense, but I’m not fully inclined to believe you when you look like shit.”

“It- It... it’s not something I’d like to talk about, if that’s alright. And... don’t tell Clarisse, please.”

“I’m not going to tell anyone, don’t worry. But I would like to know if this is going to be a common occ--” Before he could even finish asking, Will was already shaking his head and responding.

“One-time thing only, I promise. Gods, I’m sorry I showed up here at all.”

“Woah, buddy. That’s not what I was saying at all. You’re my best friend, I’m glad you came here.” Will almost couldn’t believe what Nico was saying. Then again, did Nico have very many friends? Nico himself certainly didn’t seem to think so. “In any case, you don’t have to explain what happened, or what led up to this, or anything like that. I don't need to know. What I do need you to do, however, is take a shower. I’m sorry to say so, but you smell like ass.”

“Yeah well, I’m…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. How do you explain to someone that he still wanted his drugs, and he didn’t want to leave the cabin because he knew he would leave to go find some before he would even think about going to his own cabin at this point.

“You don’t have to leave,” Nico said, perhaps sensing his agitation. “I have a shower in the cabin.”

“What the fuck do you mean you have a shower in the cabin?” The shock of this knowledge get him out of his stuck mind. “How did you get plumbing in here? How did Chiron allow this?”

“I helped design my cabin, and while I may not have all the experience in architecture that Annabeth does, I do know a thing or two. I did meet with Isambard Kingdom Brunel, you know.”

“I did not know. You- Who is Isambard Kingdom Brunel?” Will asked

“Oh, some civil engineer who is like a million years old.” Will scoffed at that.

“You’re one to talk,” he teased. He was never going to let go of the fact that Nico was technically like 80 years old.

“Oh hush, William.” William… never Will, like most people. William… like he was something special, something that deserved three syllables. “Anyways, like I was saying: take a shower. You look like you were up mowing all of camp with a flashlight.”

Knowing Will’s reaction to drugs, that wasn’t unlikely. He stood up. “Lead the way? I’ve never been around your cabin before.”

Nico’s cabin was unlike any others. Using some sort of Doctor Who-like technology, there was a living room, a kitchen, and one room. Surprisingly, the walls were all light or pastel, a stark contrast from Nico’s general (and unintentional) punk-rock appearance. However, the furniture was all a deep black. Nico led him to his room, a minimalistic one with a bed, a desk, and a lamp. Will wondered where all the personalization was, but made no comment.

“Here’s the shower,” Nico pointed to yet another room in this somehow huge cabin. “If you see something amiss or odd… ignore it.” Will didn’t want to think of the implications of that sentence.

He stepped in the shower and oh my gods, watching the dirt and grime wash off him after his 8 hour high-- which he did not want to think about (and not just because the author doesn’t want to taint his search history), it was too embarrassing-- was a wonderful feeling. He was still tired. He didn’t know why, it didn’t used to be this hard. However, he was pretty sure that he tried to clean the entire outside of the hypnos cabin before going over to the Hades cabin to do the same. This was the first and last time Will would ever thank the gods for Nico’s poor sleeping patterns, he had heard him outside and came to get him before he tired himself out more.

He nearly passed out in the shower again but managed to make it out. He looked around the well-stocked bathroom and realized something that he probably should have bothered to notice before: he didn’t have any clothes with him. Fuck. He wrapped a (black) towel around his chest because he didn’t think his body could take anymore binding and prayed to Dionysus that Nico didn’t notice that his chest wasn’t exactly male.

Luckily, the first thing Nico did say was “Is that a tattoo?”

Will looked down at his sun. “Yeah, it is,” he smiled. He remembered the night he did it, it was kind of hard. He ordered a tattoo gun off amazon and had Frankie do it for him shortly after the Battle of Manhattan. Some people might think it’s in honor of his dad, which is fine. It was really for Lee Fletcher, though. His mom totally freaked, for a really long time, but after his C-PTSD diagnoses she realized that whatever works for him works as long as it isn’t drugs or self harm. He knows she wants a future for him that doesn’t involve music, and that’s why she freaked. She thought it would ruin his chances. But it’s right on his shoulder, only visible in tank tops or no shirt.

"It… its to honor the man who taught me I could be myself." Will said after a small pause.

"That's a very lovely sentiment. If he made that much of an impact on you, he must be a very cool person."

"He was." Will knew that Nico heard the was by the way that Nico nodded solemnly. "I uh… I don't wish to be more of a bother, but do you mind if I go to bed now? That shower really helped."

"Yeah, of course. I can take the couch, you know where my bed is-"

"No, absolutely not." Nico sighed softly, as though he expected this. "I can sleep on the couch, in Austin I actually prefer it to my bed."

"That's-- no offense William, but that's weird."

"It feels less lonely to me," Will protested, then let out a huge yawn.

"Alright cowboy-" Will smiled at Nico's nickname for him "-get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"Nighty night, Neeks. Love you." he didn't miss the small smile on Nico's face before he walked away. Will has always been very loose with his 'I love you's like that. He figured it's better to say it too much than not enough.

He had found his old stash the night before, the one that Clovis had helped him forget about. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about last nights events. At the time,he told himself that he shouldn't do anything with it, and put it out of his mind for about a week, but eventually his urge to smoke overcame his self-control. He went on a rampage of cleaning and was absolutely certain he looked like a madman. The worst part is, he didn't even know why he did it. It was as though his rehabilitation hadn't even happened, as though this was something that was as natural as getting a cup of coffee in the morning. He was so mad at himself, so embarrassed.

These thoughts occupied his mind until he fell asleep about an hour after his last words to Nico. He slept with no dreams, for the first time in about a month.

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jaeyunluvs · 4 years

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birthday surprises - arón piper imagine

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the positive comments I’ve got on my last headcanon im so happy sdfjsfhds okay anyways here’s the actual first fanfic here we go people!!

SECOND NOTE: There was a problem with my laptop so it doubled a paragraph i’m so so sorry :(( edit: I fixed it

you can read my headcanon here

warnings: nothing. fluff i guess ah and maybe a tiny angst in the beginning

a short disclaimer: i dont know any of these people personally! english is my second language i may have mistakes (let me know if i do) . also i dont really know how to speak spanish so im sorry!!!

anyways enjoy!!

“Do you think he’ll be here?” you asked your sister painfully while sitting on the table eating lunch. Your birthday was tomorrow and you were in your hometown to celebrate your birthday with your siblings and some friends from your childhood nothing much. But your boyfriend, Arón was in the shooting for Elite.

“Honey he’ll try his best but I don’t think he will. He’s a successful actor you know that.” your sister Maya said.

You tried to understand but you didn’t feel happy. You and your family adored him which is a good thing and this made you so happy because he meant a lot to you. But he was the only person you actually wanted to spend time with

“I’ll kill him and punch his face if he doesn’t show up! He’s a cool bro but tell me if you need anything.” your brother Leo told you.

“Leo calm down, stop planning on the poor boy!” your sister Maya defended him.

While they were arguing. You stared at the outside from the window, rain pouring down from the sky. Raindrops on the ground, the fresh feeling of rain, the smell of nature just made you feel better.

After staring at the beauty of nature, Aron called. You immediately run to your room and accept the call from with your sweaty hands.

“Hola, amor”

“Hi aron, i miss you”

“Yo tambien amor, please forgive me but I won’t be able to make it to your birthday can we celebrate it later?” he says in the phone but actually suffering cause he hates it when you’re sad and not be able to spend time especially special times together.

“oh, okay sure” you said while tears pooling in your eyes trying not to make Aron notice. You tried to find an excuse to end the call “then we’ll talk later i gotta go mom’s looking for me.”

“bye carina” you ended the call without hearing him saying bye but you didn’t want him to understand you’re crying and sad because you support his work and you didn’t want him to think you’re a baby (WHICH HE DOESNT I PROMISE). You sat on your bed cried for hours eating ice cream, hugging your dog and watching romcom movies with your sister. (A/N. typical lol)

Meanwhile in the Elite set:

After the call, Aron was actually very unhappy. Miguel and Omar tried to cheer him up. Their work was only waste of time because they know you’re the only person that could make him happy.

You met the elite cast in the first month you started dating Aron which right now it's been 6 months since you've started dating. Everyone loved you and very happy that their friend Aron is dating such a wonderful lady.

"I have an idea. Let's go all together. Aron call her Y/N's sister immediately we have a surprise to do!" Danna chirped.

"But how are we gonna go all together?" Aron asked still sad, in the verge of crying.

“Also The director said we can’t go.” said Claudia with a sad expression.

“I’ll go talk to him we can all have a day off can’t we?” Omar tried to cheer everyone up. He is one of the most cheerful person in the cast which this was the one of the reasons why you loved Omar. After the idea popping up, Itzan and Omar went to talk with the director.

10 minutes passed Aron was still stressing out and feeling unbelievably sad (a/n: this baby cares about you so much ahh sdfhsh <33). Danna and Ester being completely positive they tried to plan the surprise.

After 30 minutes Itzan and Omar came back with good news. They explained that they can have the day off but they begged the director so bad that the director was going to explode.

“That cabron was being so rude! But he’s nice that he accepted so let’s go!” said Omar.

“Madre Mia, Aron you owe us a favor!” claimed Itzan laughing while watching Aron jumping in his seat.

The cast was extremely happy.

The car ride was so fun but weird at the same time. Maria and Jaime couldn’t come but they promised to celebrate it later. Jorge and Miguel partying in the background. Itzan and Aron chatting about rap. Omar and Alvaro sleeping. Last but not least all the girls were sitting together planning everything.

“Aron, what are the things she like? Like what’s her favorite movie?” Ester asked curiously so she can get an idea and brainstorm about the surprise.Aron answered with a low husky voice “She likes dogs, music, and her favorite movie is 10 Things I Hate About You. Mi amor loves oldies.” he smiled while thinking of what you like. He likes every single one of you. I guess this is called love. But are you also in love with him? Are you guys ready to tell that you guys love each other? Rejection. Fear. Concern. Little did he know that you felt the same.“oohh but 10 Things I-” Maria was interrupted by Aron.

“Ay dios mio! I have the perfect idea!” Aron said excitedly. He explained his dearest friends.

They called Maya and Leo to make the surprise possible. They were too happy and they told Aron that you were so sad he immediately felt like an evil and stopped talking. But the plan made him felt better.

It was going to be perfect.

Anyways after 8 hours of the car ride. Everyone was tired. They went on the ride at the night and now it was morning.

Aron was coming.

For his love

The girl he loved.

For you.

The Birthday Day

“WAKEY WAKEY Y/N IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!” Your sister Maya and brother Leo shouted. They were so excited for the surprise.

The party was going to be in the house so Maya had to take you out of the house until night.

(A/N: Just a side note sorry for interrupting but your parents are not gonna be in the party!)

You grumbled and mumbled a few curse words under your mouth and woke up.

“Today we’re gonna shop, go meet Y/B/F/N and go to the movies!! It’s gonna be so much fun!” Maya said excitedly.

You smiled at your sister and grateful that she wants you to be happy. You tried to forget Aron for that day and have a nice time.

After eating breakfast you went out. Your phone was blowing with birthday messages and some dm’s from instagram about Aron’s arrival to the hometown by fans but Maya immediately caught the phone while she sent you to get something.

The day went great, you went to see Avengers Endgame which is one of your favorite movies, you went to shopping, bought a sunglasses, ate junk food, done silly stuff. But Aron was nowhere to be found for you. There was no message or calls which made you feel so bad inside.

On the other hand, the house was crazy, people trying to cook, plan, decorate the house... It was already a mess.

After the effort that almost 25 people given has done and it was the time that you were going to be taken back home by Maya.

“Y/N it was a great day. happy birthday te quiero mucho. Now go to house I’ll be back i’ll park the car ” she hugged you in the car, then you went out. While you were trying to open the door you heard a similar melody.

“You’re just to good to be true,”

“Can't take my eyes off of you“

“You’ll be like heaven to touch,”

“I wanna hold you so much”

“As long as love as arrived”

“And i thank god I’m alive”

“You’re just too good to be true,

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.”

You saw Aron walking to you singing. You ran into him and kiss him so passionately. You were almost crying. Also he knew your favorite movie and always wanted to be surprised like this.

“You’re here Aron! You’re here and you’re singing like Pat did to Kat.”

“Would never miss it, mi cabron!”

Then you heard a crowd shouting and singing happy birthday for you. You see the elite cast running for you. You hug every single of them and thank for their effort to come there.

You were so grateful to have such friends, family and a boyfriend like that.

It was too good to be true.

Song Credits: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You - Frankie Valli

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canaryatlaw · 4 years

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sigh. okay. today was fine, I’m just sleepy and feel like shit right now for reasons I’m not going to get into. ugh. I had my alarm set for 10 am but I ended up waking up at like 6:40 am and I was unable to fall back asleep, so I’ve been up since then. Fielded a client phone call at 8:30 (she was like “oh it sounds like I just woke you up were you sleeping?” and I was like “no I was awake, I just hadn’t talked yet so it sounded like I just woke up” lol), fun issues being caused by all the chaos going on right now. we ended up getting a barrage of phone calls in quick succession, I was like 3rd on the list but had a case and was good to go at like 10. It was a younger person this time which makes things sooooo much easier because she already had Zoom downloaded and I didn’t have to guide her through that whole process, so I was thankful for that. We got everything done and sent to the court at 11:30 (very good timing), and then we waited....and waited....and waited. I ended up watching a movie while doing so, I was going through the older stuff on my to watch list and on a whim put on a movie called The Hundred-Foot Journey. for the life of me, I cannot figure out how it ended up on my list as the selections are usually based on an actor I like being in them or it being particular subject matter related to what I like, and this had neither, but I’m very glad I watched it because it was so heartwarming and really a beautifully done piece of film, the story was just so well-written and it really made me happy to watch, so I definitely recommend that to anyone looking for something to watch. It has the kid from The Resident in it as one of the lead characters (potentially the lead character, depending on how you look at it) and in the story the family had moved from India to France, and of course he had a different accent that he did on The Resident and I was curious to figure out what his original one would be, so I looked him up on imdb and he was born in LA, lol. The film did handle race as a main theme very well, it intertwined it into the story and really brought out the beauty of cultural differences in every way. anyway. towards the end of the movie, around 3 pm, I got the call from the court (only took them 3 1/2 hours!) and shortly afterwards we had the hearing. easy peasy, the judge just read the affidavit into the record and granted the order, which made me happy that we didn’t have to get into the past stuff because there was a particularly nasty history of violence and child abuse in this case (like so bad that one particular action made my blood run cold) so I was glad it was granted and we didn’t have to rehash that all. and yeah, then we were done, I told the client we would consider her for representation as it’s a particularly strong (and horrifying) case. and that was that. once the movie was done I switched to Grace and Frankie, which I continued to watch for the rest of the night, finishing up season 4 and getting into season 5, so that’s been pretty consistently funny. At one point I did get kind of pissed because they were making a girl one of the characters was dating as weird and a punchline because she had a series of chronic illnesses, and that just felt really gross and inappropriate to me, but thankfully as she became more of a regular character they more or less faded that into the background, but it was still really unnecessary to begin with. and yeah, a little after 11 I decided to shower and start getting ready for bed and now I’m here after managing to kill two hours between now and then. but oh well. like I said, sleepy, so I’m gonna head to bed now. Goodnight dears. Hope your Monday didn’t suck so much.

#daily journal #April 2020

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softspaceboibrian · 5 years

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One More Present (Ben Hardy x reader)

Request: Can you write a ben hardy one where its the readers birthday and she celebrates it on the bohrap set and they have a party and ben proposes to the reader? (@kellysimagines )

A/N: I hope you like it!! I tried my best (and got very cheesy at the end lol). let me know what you think! and for everyone else, remember, don't be afraid to send in you requests!!

Warnings: none, just super fluffy and cheesy

Wc: 2312

Being Ben’s girlfriend had definitely its perks, such as being able to visit him whenever he was on the set of one of his new movies, meeting the cast and getting a few sneak peeks. And that was the case with Bohemian Rhapsody. As soon as he found out he was going to be playing none other than Roger Taylor in the new Queen biopic, he called you to let you know. He sounded ecstatic and you were thrilled for him, you were happy he was finally getting some recognition for his talent.

When the “band practice” for the movie started, he never missed the chance to bring her along with him to their usual get-togethers, dinners and so on, wanting her to get to know his new cast mates and secretly wanting to show her off. It goes without saying that you immediately grew close with Lucy and Priya, having girls night in and out. But a friendship that didn’t go unnoticed was the one between Gwilym and you. Ben found more than once the two of you chatting about something too clever for normal people to understand, as Ben and Joe would say. But luckily Ben never got jealous, not of him, at least. He trusted you and the feeling was mutual.

When your birthday came around, Ben thought it would have been nice to throw a little surprise party for you on set. He started organising everything almost a month prior, wanting everything to be perfect. Nothing too big, since he knew you weren’t that fond of surprises, but he wanted to do something special for you, something to celebrate the love of his life. He even went all the way and brought you a few small presents, something to show you how much he loved you.

When the big day finally arrived, you woke up in an extremely good mood. The previous night you had baked some cookies for the cast – and they loved your cookies. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, before sitting up, the smell of freshly made coffee and pancakes hit your nose, bringing a smile to your face. You pulled yourself out of the bed, dragging your feet down the hallway, yawning while walking inside the warm kitchen.

Ben was just placing your plate on the table when he saw you, walking over to you and pulling you into a soft yet firm hug, his lips gently pressed against your forehead. “Good morning, birthday girl” He whispered, his hand reaching for yours and guiding you towards the table, pulling out the chair for you. “How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well, thanks. My boyfriend never fails at keeping me warm” You giggled, holding his hands for a few more seconds, enough for you to place a quick kiss on his knuckles, before letting go.

Breakfast was good, as always. It might not look like it, but Ben was an amazing cook, and you were sure his pancakes were the best of London, if not the whole United Kingdom. After placing all the dishes in the sink, you ran inside the bathroom, wanting to be able to shower before him, so that you could have enough time afterwards to blow dry your hair and get ready. You had talked about it with Ben, telling him how much you wanted to spend your birthday with the cast, with your friends. And Ben was happy to have you there, on set, with him, for a whole day. Suspiciously happy. He had been acting weird for a couple weeks at that point, but you didn’t worry. You thought he was simply stressed out because if this role. Little did you know it was for a totally different reason.

You had decided to put on a nice, black shirt-dress with pink flowers all over it, cinched in with a belt, accentuating your curves. It was your day after all, and you wanted to look at your best. You slipped on your black platform boots and your jeans jacket, before walking into the living room, where Ben was standing, waiting for you, probably texting the boys. As soon as he saw you, his face lit up. He stepped closer to you, his arms finding their way around your waists. “A princess” he whispered, only a few inches away from your face, with that devilish smile of his on his lips. “I’m so luckily to have you”

“Shut up” you giggled, burying your face against his chest, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. You loved when Ben talked to you like that, telling you how pretty he thought you looked, how luckily he was to have you in his life, and lately he had been doing it more and more often. “We should probably get going” you said, pressing a quick peck on his lips, before starting to walk towards the front door, Frankie tiptoeing right behind you, probably hoping you would take her with you.

“You sure you don’t want to stay here for a little longer? I mean, we could run a little late and say we just got lost doing breakfast or got stuck in traffic” He was right behind you in a heartbeat, hands lingering around your waists, pulling you closer, so that your back was pressed against his chest, his crotch against you ass.

“As much as I would love to do that, I think we should postpone our plans till tonight. Because, babyboy, not even Brian would buy that excuse” You giggled, turning around in his arms and pressing yet another soft peck against his lips, before taking his hand and walking out of your shared apartment, while Ben protested.

You had moved in with Ben a little over a year into the relationship. He had told you how much happier and relaxed whenever he got to fall asleep with you in his arms and wake up the following morning to find you there, still asleep, lightly snoring, your hair a mess. You had protested, saying that you didn’t look good in the mornings, and he replied by saying that you were a vision for sore eyes, even when at “your worse” – which, he reminded you of each morning by peppering your face with gentle kisses.

When you finally arrived on set, you walked to Ben’s trailer, wanting to leave there the cookies and the champagne you had brought to have with the cast during their lunch break. As soon as you reached the set, everyone immediately showered you with birthday wishes. Even Brian and Roger, who Ben had made sure would be there, hugged you and wished you “happy birthday”. And that was more than enough for you. You didn’t need parties, dinners at fancy restaurants, brunches and all that stuff, all you needed was your friends.

“Bunny, you think you could get going and pick up the stuff we brought from the trailer? We’ll be with you at the tables in the lunch room shortly” Ben said in his full on Roger costume, looking as good as ever. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, before going back to running a few more lines. You simply agreed, think it would be a smart move and you would also have time to call your parents, check in with them and thanked them for the sweet messages they sent you that morning. So, just like that, you wandered off, greeting a few people on your way to the trailer, thanking them if they wished you a happy birthday, until you finally reached your destination. You did what you had to do and picked the bag with the cookies and the champagne bottle. You were too lost in your thoughts to realise every one was already standing in the break room when you finally walked in. The only thing that brought you back to reality was everyone’s voice screaming in choir “Surprise!”, catching you off guard.

“What is this?” You asked, a bit confused, but with the biggest smile presses on your face.

“It’s for you, silly” Ben walked over to you, pulling you immediately against his chest, enveloping you in a warm hug. “Happy birthday, my love”

You couldn’t actually believe your eyes. Ben had done all of that just for you: he made sure they were going to be eating your favourite food, bought helium balloons of your favourite colour, even asked to have the afternoon off so that he could spend it with you. You didn’t deserve him, you thought to yourself, walking over to where everyone else was standing, thanking them for the surprise.

The lunch went great, you all had fun listening to Brian and Roger telling you about the good old days, about something stupid they did that one time with the band in that one city in the US. When you took out your cookies, everyone cheered; Joe even stole one of the two boxing, telling you he loved them too much and he was going to take them home and eat them that night. Then, it was presents time: you told everyone they didn’t have to, that their friendship was more than enough, but Rami replied by telling you that you needed to be spoiled, at least on your day. Everyone bought you something. Gwil gave you that book you two had been talking about lately, with a cute note inside; Lucy and Rami bought you tickets to the West End musical you wanted to see so badly; Allen and Priya got together and bought you a purse. Joe, wanting to be a bit more sentimental, gave you a beautiful picture frame with a picture you took all together at one of the first dinners that was hosted at Roger’s. Roger and Brian thought it would be nice to give you something of their own: Roger gave you an old fur coat he used to wear in the 70s and Brian one of his old jackets that had thought of lending to Gwil for the movie, but that didn’t make the cut. Last but not least, it was Ben’s turn. You looked at him, your head slightly tilted to the side “Is everything okay?” He looked nervous.

“Yes, I just hope you like my presents” he smiled, before handing you the slightly bigger of the two velvet blue boxes he was holding in his hands. You smiled, gently opening the box: inside there was a small necklace, with your favourite stone and an engraved pendant that said “like the sun loves the moon”. Your eyes immediately became glossy at the memory of the first time he told you that phrase. It was the time he told you he wanted something more serious with you, he wanted to go public, he wanted you to move in. “Because I love you. I love you like the sun loves the moon, that dies every night just to let her breath”.

“That’s cheesy” commented Joe, after you quickly explained what that phrase stood for.

“ Let them be, Mazzello. You’re just jealous” Lucy laughed, winking in your direction.

“That’s possible” he said, looking at Ben. They exchanged a few silent words, a quiet conversation that ended with Ben nodding his head, before turning it once again in your direction.

“There’s one more present” he said, giving you a soft smile, before handing you the other blue velvet box. You took it from his hands, feeling everyone’s gaze on you. You didn’t know why, but you started to feel nervous. You looked down at the box in your hand, opening it slowly. As soon as you saw what was inside, your heart skipped several beats: it was a beautiful ring, with a stone that matched the necklace. You turned around to thank Ben and you found him there, knelt down on one knee, with glossy eyes and his beautiful smile. “I wanted to do this since the day I met you. That was my plan all along. You know, like Jim from The Office, marrying you a long, long time ago, pretty much the day I met you” you could help but let out a watery chuckle, gently placing your hand on his cheek. “But then I decided to wait, to see where this would take us and, now, look at us. If I’m living my dream it’s because of you and all the times you told me to keep going, to keep working for it. So thank you” At that point you knelt down on your knees before him, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “I want to have what we have for the rest of our lives. I want to wake up next to you, I want to fall asleep on the couch and having to pick you up bridal style to take you to bed, so that you don’t wake up. I want to surprise you with your favourite flowers and fight with you over who had to wash the dishes. I want to grow old with you and have a family, a real family. I want to be the father of your children. I want to take care of you till our dying days.” Tears were streaming uncontrollably down your face. You couldn’t believe it was actually going to happen. “Marry me. Marry me and make me the happiest man alive.”

You didn’t reply, you simply nodded and pushed yourself on his lips, needing to feel him close to you, in that moment more than ever. You could feel everyone around you cheer, applause, even whistle. When you eventually pulled away, he looked at you, his thumb gently brushing away the tears from your cheeks, before taking your hand and whispering a soft “Shall I?”. Next thing you know, the ring was on your finger and you were the soon-to-be Mrs Hardy.

Best birthday ever.

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Hey guys!

So here’s the thing. A while ago, I had sent an ask to @bohemian-rhapsody-slash about a Ben/Rami scenario that involved them coming out about their relationship. It was one of my favorite Ben/Rami headcanons ever, so I decided to just get up and write the damn thing.

Fast forward to now, and I’ve finally finished writing it. And just in time too, because I’m gonna be working on stuff for Maycury week and my Leezello fic.

Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think!

Luv ya!

(also on ao3)

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Ben woke up the moment his phone started screeching, hand shooting towards his nightstand to locate the bloody curse. He felt around blindly for a moment, before grasping the wailing the object and moving on autopilot to disable the sounds. Then just like that, the room was once again plunged into silence.

He chucked the phone back onto the nightstand, burrowing further into the warmth of his bed.

“No work today?”

Ben grunted at the sound of the voice, suddenly remembering that he had a bed-mate with him.

“No… maybe.. ’m call in sick or something…” he mumbled.

A soft chuckle sent shivers down Ben’s spine as Rami wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in closer. “Babe…come on..”

The younger man huffed childishly, turning around in his boyfriend’s hold. He squinted in the soft morning light to see that Rami was wide awake, clearly having woken up way before him. Ben managed a lazy furrow of his brows.

“Still jet-lagged?” he inquired. Rami shook his head.

“No, not anymore. Just like to watch you sleeping.” He pressed a kiss on Ben's forehead, running his hand up and down Ben’s naked back. “Did you know that you make little kitten sounds in your sleep?”

Ben scoffed, lightly shoving Rami onto his back and snuggling into his side. “I do not. Now shut up, I’m still sleeping.”

His boyfriend laughed heartily, vibrations echoing through his chest. Ben smiled despite his sleepy, moody, self. He liked this; being here with Rami. It had been so long since they had last seen each other face to face, and he could selfishly admit that he loathed the idea of parting from him so soon. Work be damned - this was where he wanted to spend his day.

As if reading his thoughts, Rami urged him a little bit closer, until he was properly draped over him, face resting just under the older man's chin. Ben breathed in his boyfriend’s scent, silently thanking (not for the first time) his past self for insisting on heavier drapes and darker curtains in his bedroom when he first moved into his flat. For one, they made sleeping through the night a whole lot easier after long and tiring days; and secondly, they made the mornings last longer.

Which was incredibly ideal when it was your main excuse for sleeping in with your boyfriend.

Rami nuzzled his hair, pressing kisses to the edge of his hairline. “I hate to be the one to say this, but I really don’t think you should be sleeping in if you have a call time, babe… I don’t want to see you get in trouble because of me.”

“Mmm.. don’t care. Wanna stay here. Missed you.”

Rami chuckled. “I know, Ben, I’ve missed you too.” Ben responded with a soft grunt of agreement. Rami smiled into his hair. “Missed you so much…”

“Then let's just stay..” Ben whined, lifting his head and resting his chin on Rami’s chest. Beautiful blue eyes pleaded with Rami’s in the dim light of the room, beautiful even in the dark.

“Let’s just stay in today, Ram. No casting calls, no auditions, no go-sees. No… weirdos looking at me like I’m some sort of tasting menu on display… Please, I just want to spend the day with my boyfriend - who flew in last night just to surprise me - it's not too much to ask, right?… Please?”

Rami smiled wryly, caressing his boyfriend’s face with gentle fingers. He pulled him into a kiss, thinking that - honestly - Ben did have a point. After all, they just didn’t get moments like these too often anymore. Ever since Bohemian Rhapsody had premiered, going out had become trickier than usual - what with anonymity going out the window - as more and more people watched the movie and subsequently became fans, both of their characters and themselves.

It was easier when they were still filming, Rami mused. Back then, he and Ben could spend weeks in Ben’s flat - just the two of them and Frankie - and no one would bat an eye. But these days, the most they could do was sneak into each other’s hotel rooms during press tours - then try to stand as far away from each other as possible when it was time to face the media; all so no one would suspect a thing.

It was exhausting, but worth it.

Because while Rami loved the amount of response the film was getting, and how people were praising his performance as Freddie Mercury - he was especially proud of how fans were starting to appreciate Ben as more than just a pretty face. Yes, he found himself thinking, my boyfriend is an amazing performer, thank you. He’s not just someone with great abs or a great ass (which he did have, by the way). He's talented, and amazing. Did he mention that he was amazing? Because he is. Ben Hardy is amazing, and everyone needs to get with the program.

Honestly if he had the chance, Rami would probably make shameless proclamations about the true talent Ben was, on every platform and in any interview; the only reason he hasn't was because a single wrong word could risk outing them to the world.

Not that either of them were ashamed of being together. No, not at all.

It was just… it was a conversation they needed to have. For sure. But maybe not when they were both naked in bed, his beautiful boyfriend still cuddled up to him and making it clear that he couldn’t care less about the outside world at the moment.

Right here, right now - in this bed - it was just the two of them, and that was all that mattered.

Rami smiled. “Okay, babe,” he whispered, the gentlest of breaths against his Ben’s lips. “Okay. We can stay in today.”

Ben utterly beamed, smiling so brightly you’d think that sunlight was finally flooding into the room. In reality, they were still shrouded by half-light, the sun’s rays muted for the most part by Ben’s dark curtains. It made Rami’s features look darker than usual - the perfect opposite to Ben’s golden sunshine. Ben would never admit it, but he absolutely loved that about being with Rami. His personal dark prince; Ben wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He pulled Rami into another deep kiss, lips moving languidly against each other, then laid his head back down on the other man’s chest, enjoying the pure domesticity of it all.

The moment was broken though, once again, by the shrill cry of Ben’s phone.

Ben groaned loudly. It was just a message, but anything other than his boyfriend’s soothing voice while in the confines of his room was an abomination in his book.

He reluctantly moved from Rami’s hold, turning around to check his phone. It was from Joe, because of course it would be. He had sent a picture of he and Gwilym in their groupchat, showing the two of them out and about on the streets of New York. Bloody nerds.

Rami slid his arms around Ben’s waist, spooning and holding him close while pressing kisses onto his strong shoulders. “Hmmm… from Joe?”

Ben smiled, leaning back into Rami’s warmth. “Mhmm. I can’t believe he still thinks no one knows he fancies Gwil.”

“That’s Joe for you,” Rami chuckled, nuzzling the nape of Ben’s neck. Ben shivered from the sensation. “Did he ever tell you about that time he made an ass of himself in front of a hostess in Japan when he accidentally called Gwil his ‘beloved’?”

Ben grinned. “He didn’t!”

“Oh, he did. Then he tried to save face by saying how he meant Gwil was his 'best bro', or something. It was hilarious. A mess, but hilarious.”

Ben giggled.

Another notification came through, this time from Instagram. Ben swiped the app icon, opening it up to show the same picture, but now on Joe’s insta account.

[Not a reunion without the whole gang, but I guess I’ll live.]

Immediately the comments started pouring in. Ben scrolled through them, feeling that familiar sense of lowkey bitterness grow in his gut.

’@benhardy is going to be so upset when he sees this!’

'nooooo but what about @benhardy joe?!’

'gwilym out here cheating on his bf like that. @benhardy deserves better’

'leezzello tonight, but we all know hardzello is endgame @benhardy’

'it’s bad enough that rami’s with lucy, now gwilym’s all over joe?? ummm, @benhardy do you need company? cause you know… ;)’

'i guess it’s true then. if someone like @benhardy can’t make them stay, what hope is there? lol’

'y'all never show love for rami, shame on you. guess i’m gonna have to take one for the team… <3’

Ben slammed his phone down on the bed and smooshed his face into his pillow.

Great, his mood was utterly ruined. God, this was the absolute last thing he needed this morning. Here he was, trying to enjoy a simple morning with his boyfriend, and he had to go and be reminded that everyone still thought he was dating and/or cheating on either Joe or Gwil.

He huffed in frustration. It wasn’t exactly fun to be reminded that everyone basically thought he was a slag.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Ben?” Rami worriedly reached over Ben’s shoulder to check on his boyfriend, smoothing his hair away from his face. “Babe? Did something happen?” He tried to turn Ben back around, but the younger man refused to budge.

The thing was, Ben knew he was being petulant. He did, he wasn’t an idiot. He was 100% aware that he was equally to blame for the whole entire narrative that was he and Joe and Gwilym - supposedly being in some sort of love triangle.

It was all him.

And Joe.

And Gwil.

Although they never really meant anything by it; after all, Ben had never seen anything wrong with showing affection to your co-stars. He had done it before, with other cast-mates, and came away just fine.

So when the opportunities arose, he happily went along with all of Joe’s jokes, or Gwilym’s odd humor, and played up that notion about them being super close during filming, and even during breaks. They took pictures and videos, and shared them on social media. Joking about being in love and all that. It was all harmless humor.

But then, people - their fans - became truly invested, and well, here he was.

Because what people didn’t know, was that all the time he spent with Gwil and Joe, was to make up for - or even to hide - the fact that he couldn’t exactly show how much time he was spending with Rami.

All those pictures and videos of himself, running around with Gwilym or Joe; what really mattered was that at the end of the day, he would be able to snuggling up to Rami in bed while laughing about Gwil getting his wig stuck in things for the hundredth time, or just Joe and his mushroom perm.

It was great.

God, he still remembered how flustered he was when he first met Rami, having been a fan of his since he was a bloody teenager. The older man was so gracious with him, and so sweet, that it had honestly been hard to not fall head over heels for him. They were so different as people, from such wildly differing backgrounds; and yet they could talk for hours, about anything and everything under the sun. Rami never acted like he wasn’t interested in his what he had to say; always ready to humor his thoughts and offer his two cents. It was such an exhilarating experience for Ben - to be seen as an equal, and not as just another bloke with a pretty face.

So much so, that when they received the final script for Bohemian Rhapsody, Ben had been dismayed by how little Freddie and Roger interacted. They were bloody best friends, you bastards! And even after Graham explained everything to him, he still couldn’t help but feel a little bitter.

Here was a wealth of opportunities for him, as Roger, to spend even more time with Rami - and the film wasn’t allowing it.

Bollocks.

Rami - much like right now - had asked him about it later on; and somehow, someway, that conversation had turned into a confession, and long story short, he had been with Rami ever since.

Of course they didn’t tell anyone, mostly out of respect for professionalism, but as time went on, hiding their relationship became harder, and harder.

Just them sneaking around, pretending they didn’t want to spend every waking hour together; it had all seemed ideal when they started out. He even told Rami that he was okay with being secretive, if it meant he could be with him. But now... now he wondered it they would ever be more than just that - a secret.

A faint click sounded behind him, and suddenly he could feel more than see, the light of his bedside lamp fill his room. Ben finally relented and lifted his face from it’s hiding place, turning around to face Rami, eyes stormy and downcast.

Rami frowned, reaching up to trace the lines of Ben's tear-filled, bloodshot eyes. He sniffled, and concern immediately colored Rami’s features.

“Talk to me, Ben…”

Ben sighed, suddenly wishing he could run away from this conversation. It was as if the whole issue in his head suddenly seemed so... childish.

After all... it was just some harmless fun amongst the fans, right? It's not like anyone really means anything by it. It was just people being people on social media. It wasn’t a big deal.

Really.

“It’s nothing, Ram. ’s not a big deal.”

“Babe, if it’s upsetting you then it is a big deal. Come on, talk to me… I hate seeing you like this.”

Ben took Rami’s hand, loving how his boyfriend squeezed his fingers to reassure him. “I... it’s stupid, love.”

Rami sighed, giving Ben one of his looks. It was the look that said 'I need to fix this- help me fix this' . As if any of it was his fault.

Ben took a deep breath. “It’s just… the fans, again, I suppose. The whole… thing with Joe and Gwil... and me.”

Rami nodded. Of course he knew what Ben was talking about. He, like everyone else, were privy towards their antics during filming. He thought it was hilarious.

Then again, maybe he had misread something.

Ben continued, “It’s just that… everyone thinks I’m dating one of them, right? One or the other. And I know we’re the ones who started it - and I know that it’s just joking around - I know that. But then, sometimes they - the fans - they just… say things, like... like I’m some kind of two-timing whore who’s playing around with their feelings… and I just..”

Ben’s voice trailed off as he felt a weight lift off his chest. He was a little taken aback by how much this had actually been bothering him.

Oh.

He gripped Rami’s hand harder, holding on for dear life. He could see his boyfriend studying him, patiently waiting for him to finish saying his piece. He guessed it was now or never.

“I just… I hate that everyone thinks I’m some tart sleeping around with my friends, when the truth is…” He looked away from Rami’s eyes, color rising on his cheeks. “..when the truth is I’m perfectly happy with you. I… hate that I can’t just… tell everyone that they're wrong. That 'no, I am *not* dating Joe Mazzello or Gwilym Lee. I’m not… I’m..-”

Gentle fingers on his face brought his attention back to his boyfriend. Rami was gazing at him with teary eyes, a soft smile on his lips. His fingers gently traced the outline of his bottom lip, before cupping his cheek in his warm palm, and just holding him. As if Ben was the most precious thing Rami had ever been privileged to touch.

“Ben… are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Ben swallowed, suddenly unsure. On one hand, he knew what he wanted. On the other hand… he really didn’t want to ruin this.

“I… I want to be able to tell them that I already have a boyfriend, thank you very much. And that he’s beautiful, and wonderful.” He covered Rami’s hand with his own, pressing a kiss into his palm. “Don't get me wrong, Ram, I don’t mind the joking… but I’m taken, and I want to be able to say that…”

Rami let out a breath of relief.

“Babe… I never thought… I just assumed…- I want that too, Ben. If you’re ready for it - and I mean really ready - then I’m ready to go there with you.”

Ben surged forward, pulling Rami into a deep kiss, heart beating out of his chest. Rami kissed him back with equal fervor, something inside of him unfurling and breaking free from it’s restraints. He let Ben take control, falling onto his back as the younger man straddled him, never breaking their kiss.

Rami pulled away from Ben with labored breath.“Get your phone,” he groaned, hands steadying the sway of Ben's hips. Ben quickly reached for the device he had discarded a few minutes ago, already having an inkling as of how they were going to do this.

Giggling, he unlocked the screen and pulled up the camera app, aiming it right at his boyfriend’s smiling face; his other hand moved to entwine with Rami’s on Rami’s chest.

He snapped the picture.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, because his boyfriend was gorgeous, alright.

He showed the pictures to Rami, who laughed at the shitty lighting. Ben couldn't care less, because the point was that it showed more than enough, and the anticipation of finally sharing their relationship with the world was making him giddy.

“Wait, let me take one too!” Rami took the phone from Ben’s hand, switching the camera to selfie mode. He then tugged Ben off of him so he could lie down beside him. Ben chuckled as he arranged himself into a totally-candid-and-not-staged-position beside his boyfriend, arm wrapped around the older man’s torso, face resting nicely on his shoulder.

Looking into the camera together, Rami snapped the shot.

One, with he and Ben perfectly in frame together.

Twice, with Ben kissing his cheek.

And three times, with Ben's laughing face buried in the crook of Rami’s neck, his elated smile just barely visible in the blur of motion.

Rami smiled a smile of his own, holding his boyfriend close.

They were really going to do this, huh?

Ben grinned excitedly at him, like a child before Christmas, when he took his phone back, swiping through the photos. Rami felt his heart, honest to god, flutter.

Yep. Guess they were.

A few lifelong minutes later - a.k.a after Ben had painstakingly picked two of his favorite pictures out of the bunch - Rami hovered over Ben's shoulder as his boyfriend uploaded the photos onto his instagram. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Ben write out his caption, then tag him; and then just like that, the reality of their lives never being the same again from that day forward, truly dawned on him.

The moment of truth; Ben hit 'Share'.

The minute the post finished uploading, Ben shut his phone off and put it back on the nightstand. Confused, Rami opened his mouth to ask, but Ben just moved to straddle his boyfriend once again.

"What?" the blonde said coyly, feigning innocence. "Did we not agree to spend the day in? I don't know about you, Ram, but in my book, spending the day in includes not caring about what the world has to say about my relationship."

Rami laughed out loud, hands back on his boyfriend's hips; of course, again, his Ben had a point.

Around them, Rami noted how the room suddenly seemed brighter - the air so much more lighter. Part of him knew it was because they were still in bed way past sunrise; but another part of him was certain that it was because of the difference in Ben.

Ben, who seemed happier. Ben, who seemed more at ease.

Rami smirked. "Well, then. Who am I to argue with that? Any ideas, babe?"

Ben raised an eyebrow, bottom lip between his teeth.

"Oh, don't worry, babe... I can definitely think of a few."

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@benhardy has posted a photoset.

[Picture 1: ] [Black and white.] [A man, pictured from chin to lower chest, lying down on a bed, shirtless.] [His left hand is holding on to the photographer's hand, clutched together on the man's chest.] [Over his heart.]

[Picture 2:] [Black and white.] [Close-up of that man, laughing while looking into the camera, blurry with motion.] [Another man laying next to him, face turned into the smiling man's neck, toothy smile barely discernible through the blur.] [They're clearly in love.]

[Caption: "He's mine. Sod off."]

[tagged: @ramimalek]

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'OHMIGODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!'

'OMG OMG OMG!!!! RIP ME WTFFFFFFF'

'Ben and RAMI?! How did we not see it???? Ohmigod MY HEARTTTTTT'

'WAIT WHAAAAAAAT'

'BEN HARDY RAMI MALEK BEN FUCKING HARDY RAMI EFFIN' MALEK WHAT IS AHEPPENING I CAN'T OMGGGGG'

'GAHHHHHHHH!!!! MY FAVES!! My faves are dating JESUS CHRIST GOD IS REALLL'

'We stan. We FUCKING STAN. KING AND KING, YAAAS BITCH!!'

'gUYS I'M gonNNA CRYYYY! They look so good together <3'

'hardzello stans and hardlee stans don't comment. THIS IS A HARLEK APRRECIATION ZONE. (yes, bitch i went there)'

'omg HARLEK, YAAAAAAAAAS!!!'

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@joe_mazello: you're just jealous he got to Ben before you did. Admit it, sir.

@mrgwilymlee: You wish, Joseph. If anything, I'm jealous that he got to Rami first. That's one pretty man...

@joe_mazzello: you know, now that you mention it...

@benhardy: Yeah. That caption. It's for the two of you. @joe_mazzello @mrgwilymlee Hands off.

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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What's your favourite type of bird? I...‘ve never really had a favorite bird. How many friends do you have on Facebook? Good for you, I’m not feeling lazy to check tonight. 629. What was on the last sandwich you ate? This question was also in another recent survey I took haha. Ham and cheese. What sort of music did you listen to when you were in high school? It was punk rock that mostly carried me through high school, but I also listened to some pop rock and alternative rock from time to time. Do you prefer gold or silver jewellery? Silver. I reeeeeeally am not into gold.

Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? Yes. How far away is the closest store to your house and what is it? There’s a 7-11 and a drugstore just across the main gate of our village, but you have to take a u-turn to get there because it’s in the main highway.

What is your favourite Thai dish? Pad thai and green curry. How many contacts do you have in your phone? Too many. There was a time when I used Gab’s number to sign up for some stuff online so her contacts got synced to mine as well, so it doubled the amount of contacts on my phone. When was the last time you made out with somebody? Tuesday night. What month of the year was your mother born? September. Do you have any friends that seem to know all the hot gossip? Kate, but she graduated and she’s working now and not very gossip-y these days :’( Second to her would probs be Angela. Are there any candles in your bedroom, and what scent are they? No, I don’t really spend on candles. What tv show(s) have you been watching currently? Just Friends. I want to continue watching Queer Eye, though. When was the last time you went to a birthday party? I’m not sure about birthday parties per se but the last celebration I went to was the birthday dinner Angela hosted at Frankie’s. How many apps do you have on your phone? Meh, I have quite a lot and now I’m too lazy to count. What pet names do you use with your significant other? I’ll take a pass at this question lol. Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? I don’t work but some college buildings are stricter about IDs than others, yeah. Do you have a dress code or have to wear a uniform where you work? There is no dress code in UP, which is one of the reasons it’s the best (and top) school in the country. What brand is your toaster, if you have one? We don’t have one because we wouldn’t really use it if we got one. Have you ever dated a smoker? If not, would you? I guess I am dating one now. Gab started vaping recently and I hopped on the same train not long after. LOOOOOOOOOOL I am such a CLOWN Are there any movies you've seen so many times? Two for the goshdang Road. And the first Twilight movie. What was the last thing you purchased with cash? Pad thai and this iced drink called choco coffee at a Thai food stall in school. I don’t usually treat myself to that much food but it was my last day of school before the 5-day weekend started, I had just finished a brutal workout in PE, and I just felt like I deserved some kind of reward. Can you hear anything right now? The whirring of the electric fan across me. Is there anybody else in the room you're currently in? Nope, just me. What's the name of the store you usually get your groceries? We don’t have a permanent grocery but my mom would typically go to SM groceries or in a local grocery called Freshto that’s really near our village. Would you rather travel to Japan or Scotland? Japan. Does your house have a porch/balcony? It originally had one, but we refurbished the balcony and turned it into my brother’s room. We still kept a part of the original balcony intact though because it’s where my dog got used to peeing, and we didn’t want him to lose that space. We might’ve lost the balcony but we still have a rooftop if we wanted a view. What's your usual order when you go to a coffee shop? It depends, because the coffee shops I usually go to each have different drinks that I like; like I’d get an iced caramel macchiato in Starbucks, an iced mocha from Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, an iced hazelnut drink from this other local cafe we go to, etc. But I think in general, my security blanket is caramel macchiato. Have you ever seen a theatre show? Not a professionally-produced one. I’ve seen many recitals and amateur productions, though. What was the last movie you saw and who did you watch it with? El Camino. I watched it alone. What is your mother's first name? Abigail. Do you like to dance? Only when I’m super super super tipsy, haha. And even until then it’s still a hit-or-miss if I’ll end up dancing. It’s just not my thing, overall. What's your favourite type of bread? Brioche. Do you receive catalogues and brochures in your mailbox? As far as I know, we don’t.

What colour is the sky right now? Black. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Nope, my parents didn’t do that to us. We obviously all have the same maiden names, though. Have there ever been any bushfires/wildfires in your area? No. Have you ever taken a ride in an ambulance? Nope, never happened. How would you label your sexual orientation? Demisexual, which is under the umbrella of asexuality. When was the last time you took a nap during the day? Just yesterday. What did you have to eat for dinner last night? I skipped dinner last night because of my toothache, so I stuck with the potato chips that my sister had bought that day but never got to finish. Have you ever been a member in a band? Nah, I never really wanted to be in a band. I wanted to learn the drums, but it didn’t mean I also wanted to have a band of my own. Are you double-jointed? I am not. What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee. Do you currently have any bruises on your body? Not right now, no. Or at least none that I know of. Who was the last message you received from and what did they say? “Impossibleeeeee” from Gab when I told her I saw someone selling AirPods for way cheap. They were selling it for P2,400 or something like $46 lmao it’s ridiculous. What colour are your eyes? Black. Can you cry on command? If so, have you ever used it to your advantage? No I can’t. Do you consider your goals easily achievable or are they pretty grand? They’re pretty grand. What's your favourite kind of accent? You know how Claire Foy speaks in The Crown? That’s my faaaaavorite accent. What time does the sun go down where you live at this time of the year? By this time of the year, the sun sets preeeeeeetty dang early. It’s completely dark by 5:30 PM. Do you prefer beer, wine or spirits? Spirits, def. I hate the first two, especially beer. When was the last time you ate Mexican food? A couple of weeks ago. My mom has loved this Mexican place for ages and so we went there for lunch. Have you ever watched yourself on video? Of course. I think that’s pretty unavoidable by the time you’re 21, lmao. What time did you wake up today? I woke up at 11:30, probably because I took two painkillers the day before. What time will you go to sleep tonight? I have no clue. I still have an entire cup of coffee to finish, so we’ll see how that goes. Do you have separate emails for personal and business? Kinda? I use my personal email for social media stuff, and my school also provides us with our own emails for more academic, serious-y, professional matters, but not necessarily business. Are you the eldest, youngest or a middle child? I’m the eldest. What's your favourite vegetable? Broccoli. What colours are you wearing today? A grey sweater that’s like 4x my size. Do you have a subscription to any streaming services like Netflix? I use Netflix and Spotify but I’m not the one paying for both. Would you rather eat Italian or Indian food? Indian. Are you sitting, standing or lying down right now? I’m sitting up on the couch. Have you ever missed a flight? Nooooo no no my parents would make sure that never happens. Are you someone who always needs a coffee before you can function? No. I can do fine without coffee. Do your neighbours have any pets? Have you ever met them? I’m sure some of them do, but seeing as I don’t really talk to our neighbors, I obviously have never met their pets. When was the last time you washed your hair? This afternoon. What colour is your bedroom door? Brown. Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Yeah, I saw the super blue blood moon last year. Pretty fucking wicked. Do you know your significant other's passwords? I know the password to her laptop, but that’s it. What was the last thing you said aloud? “Nope, I’ll do it” I told my sister when she asked if I wanted her to turn off the AC in the living room. Do you know anyone who writes huge essays when they message you? Not really. People tend to type in short, quick messages when they wanna say something long haha. What's your favourite type of salad? Spicy tuna saladddddd.

#survey #surveys

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neverwatchedonepiece · 6 years

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526-528: "Undersea Volcanic Eruption! Drifting to the Fish-Man Island!", "Landing at the Fish-Man Island! Beautiful Mermaids!" and "Excitement Blow-out! Sanji's Life Under Threat!"

HOORAY! :D:D:D

Will this be one of those arcs that’s filled with sympathetic villains? The kind of characters who... well, you get where they’re coming from because they have a cast-iron reason for their villainy and you feel conflicted about cheering for the heroes? Or will it be more complicated than that?

I hope I like this arc. Ever since Arlong Park, since I learned about the Sun Pirates from Hachi and the racism Fishmen experience I’ve been hoping Oda might dig deeper into the theme. It’s early days yet, but from what I’ve seen in this episode, I’m quietly confident he’ll deliver.

Cthulhu Is... Friendly?

Must admit the Flying Dutchman action was a bit of a let-down. I thought Captain Vander Decken would be the next villain (or at least the henchman of the next villain). It was built up so well. The creepy “Dead men tell no tales” speech, Brook confirming he was the Real Deal, that the legend told of how the captain lost his mind, killed his crew and cursed the gods (who got their revenge by cursing him to drift forever).

I thought that might make a good plot line (that was before Hammond appeared and the Real Plot kicked in).

The Kraken coming back and sucker punching the Sea Bonze was so worth it. I laughed like a drain and could not believe I was cheering a Kraken like it was Hell in a Cell. Top it all off, Luffy, Zoro and Sanji came paddling back in a single bubble. And Luffy had made the Kraken his pet and named it Surume! Only Luffy can get separated from his crew and return with a pet Kraken. And laugh about the fact that he almost died.

The volcanic eruption action scene was fun. The Flying Dutchman crew and the Kraken would not mess with nature. The water glowed an ominous red and before Luffy gave any orders, Surume the Kraken was already checking out. Nami made the call for them to leap into the deep trench ahead to avoid the pyroclastic flow (is that even possible underwater? I have no idea.)

Usopp got to show off some of his skills by shooting a net-like plant weapon that stopped the debris from the eruption from smashing Sunny to pieces. (Could be good in combat for subduing bad guys.) I liked how Luffy was a good captain and praised Usopp and his cute Kraken pet for doing a good job. There’s that leadership shining through.

This was just before a stray rock bonked Surume on the head and the Strawhats woke up... ten thousand meters under the sea?

But... how? I thought.

It was bright. There was natural light and vivid colours. How?

Because it was Fishman Island! :D

Cannot lie. I was excited to finally see it. I wonder how it was for manga readers then to see that place brought to life after so long. I mean, how many chapters was it since it was first mentioned in Arlong Park until now when it was animated. I mean, it was huge! And there were entire massive trees inside the bubble. I still have no idea where the natural light was coming from, but pffft, did I care? It was FISHMAN ISLAND! :D

Then the Border Patrol Arrived?

At least, that’s who I thought they were at first.

And they brought Plot, which, let’s face it, is always good.

Three shady-looking Fishmen rode up on massive Sea Kings. They were so tough, they spoke to Surume the Kraken like it was a disobedient pet. Or... more accurately, as if it was a race traitor. “Why are you obeying such fools as humans, Kraken?” Surume fled the scene (obviously scared of these guys).

They recognised the Straw Hats too. I love how Luffy said, “Who are you? How do you know about us?” Um, Luffy... everyone knows about you now. xD

But these guys went way back. Much further than Alabasta, Enies Lobby, Impel Down or Marineford.

“You are the ones who foiled the Arlong Pirates’ plan. You stood up for Hachi and knocked out a hateful Celestial Dragon, just like Fisher Tiger, the hero of Fishman Island.”

They claimed they were the New Fishman Pirates and demanded the Strawhats enlist under their banner or be sunk.

Hammod did most of the talking but two others tagged along (Hyouzo and Kasagon).

Nami and Franky knew Luffy would say no (and possibly put them in danger because they couldn’t fight back). They took a huge gamble and spent the last of Sunny’s air crashing through Fishman Island’s protective bubbles.

The dramatic tension when the coating shrank, pinning all the Strawhats to the deck was great. But it really ramped up when the first bubble ripped off the coating and the second one turned out to be full of water. I didn’t expect that twist.

Was that the closest the Strawhats have been yet to almost dying?

Camie to the Rescue!

Luckily, they have a friend who was sort of expecting them. Luffy, Usopp, Chopper and Sanji woke up at none other than Camie’s place! (The others were separated. Franky, Nami and Robin are together. I have no idea where Brook is and Zoro is on his own.)

Turns out she works at a Mermaid Cafe on the sea floor of Mermaid Cove. The dorms are more affordable on the sea floor, as opposed to the ones higher up with more natural light. I liked that Oda has imagined an entire class system here. Mermaid Cove seems an okay place. Pappagu the starfish is in the fanciest district: Fishverly Hills (lol!) and is a famous designer. Hachi lives in Fishman District, which Camie said was a ‘rough place’. Luffy still thinks Pappagu is Camie’s pet. I don’t think Luffy completely gets how Fishman Island works yet, but Camie was nice and didn’t say anything. Hammond also hinted at another Fishman Island faction: Neptune’s Army, who were introduced later but I don’t know which side they’re on yet, so they seem like a neutral third party so far. 10/10 world building from Oda there.

Camie showed them around. They took a cute turtle elevator up to the “surface”, where there were clouds, blue sky, trees and rainbows. Luffy mentioned reuniting with Jimbei because “when Ace died two years ago, I didn’t lose heart thanks to him” (yes, Luffy. I’m glad you realise just how much Jimbei did for you!)

But Jimbei was not on the island. Camie seemed to hint the War in Marineford caused a bit of trouble in Fishman Island. She didn’t go into it, damn it.

Then, the royal family’s Fish Boat swam into view, heading straight for them, carrying the Neptune Princes (Fukaboshi, Ryuboshi and Sanboshi). The mermaids hid the Straw Hats, in case they were arrested for illegally entering Fishman Island. One mermaid made the mistake of holding Sanji... let’s just say a little close to her chest.

And Lots of Beautiful Mermaids

You know what, I didn’t want to say but over the past couple of episodes, Sanji’s weakness had been annoying me. Not really badly. Just that the joke was getting a bit thin because it’d been played so many times for laughs.

Now I know why.

Does Oda do nothing without a purpose?

He had to set up all the blood loss stuff because blood transfusions are a central tenet in the hatred a lot of Fishmen have over humans.

When Sanji had his Vesuvius Moment, Dr Chopper bravely came to the rescue. Just as the Princes seemed about to take the Strawhats (though they didn’t want to arrest them. Still not sure what their deal is), Chopper placed himself in harm’s way and shouted, “Stop! I’m a Doctor! Can anyone donate S RH negative blood? If Fishman blood is the same, would anyone be willing to donate?”

Chopper unwittingly referenced an Old, Highly Politicised Grudge.

Fisher Tiger: The Hero of Fishman Island

Hammond, who had been lurking, waiting for an opportune moment to catch the Strawhats, couldn’t stay quiet at that point.

“No one on this island would give blood to lowly humans,” he scoffed. “If anyone did, they’d risk punishment from the Dark Night, from human haters. The Old Law in the kingdom states that donating blood to humans is prohibited.”

When the Strawhats protested, Hammond fired back with some Context.

“You humans set that rule first! You people have a long history of fearing us. Didn’t want your blood mixed up with ours. That’s how the hero, Fisher Tiger, died. He risked his own life to free slaves of all races. But after a bloody war, he died. He could have lived if he had a transfusion. The heartless humans refused to give their blood to him.”

I was gobsmacked by that. Honestly. What a great twist, in terms of both plot and morality! How are the Strawhats going to fight against years of racism, abuse, toxic politics and the veneration of a martyr-like figure who means so much to the people of Fishman Island?

This is going to be a wild ride.

Usopp dismissed the old law. He begged someone, anyone, to help Sanji. Hammod tried to take Luffy by force but severely underestimated how much stronger he’d become (that Haki, honestly... it is so badass).

Camie hijacked the Royal Fish Boat (the royals here seem pretty laid back because if that was real life, you’d be in your local Impel Down faster than you can say, “But I need a blood transfusion!”)

And it seems something is rotten in the state of Fishman Island. Not only are the Strawhats the first human visitors in a while, the Princes were unable to deliver a message to Jimbei.

I wonder if it’s anything to do with this shady character?

This is the guy who wants to see Luffy. The one Hammond calls “Boss.” Hordy Jones, I think his name was? And here we have a shady face, not entirely revealed, sharp teeth and a good voice actor? This has happened before with Moria and Crocodile. Could this be the villain? Is this Hordy Jones, or is he higher up the chain?

I hope so. Was blue-balled with the Flying Dutchman stuff. Don’t want it happening again, haha.

Also, who or what is Noah? Was confused as to whether it was a location or a person.

*insert Rocky Theme tune*

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IT MUST HAVE BEEN FATE (A BEN HARDY STORY) Part 2

Summary: A story about how Cora and Ben become intertwined in this thing we call fate.

Ben Hardy X original female character

Word Count: 1,952

A/N:

*Let me know what you think. This is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy reading this. Also let me know if you want me to continue the story. Also let me know if you wanna be tagged for future chapters*

Chapter 2- Decisions Decisions

Have you ever met someone who just changed your life and it felt like all the puzzle pieces finally came together. All the past relationships you have been thorough never would have stood a chance with this person.

It was felt like time had been frozen again and this time all eyes were on Cora in this moment and also on the person who caught her. Right as she was caught she looked up to see who the person was. Her jaw dropped and she could not believe who it was. Ben Hardy’s hazel eyes were staring right back at hers. She was stunned! Cora then realized that he must have had said something because he started to give her a worried look. So instead of looking like a complete idiot she needed to say something but what she could only come up with was…

“Huh?”

Ben cracked a smile and let out a little laugh.

“I said I’m glad I saved you and it looks like we meet again.”

“Oh, right and thank you so much! I honestly would not have lived that down”

Meanwhile Cora and Ben were still having their little moment what they didn't realize that this moment was about to become big. Everyone in the shop had slowly started to realize that Ben Hardy was in their presence. So one by one phones were being taken out and snapping photos of Ben and mystery girl. It wasn't the fact that Ben was there that was newsworthy but the newsworthy part was the position Cora and Ben are in. It was only a matter of seconds before the photo would be spread around and everyone will be wondering who Cora is. A flash had gone off and alerted Cora of what was happening. Her eyes left Ben’s and she turned her head to see what was going on. She saw that all eyes were on her. Her eyes widened at the sight and she started to feel her heart beating fast. All she knew she needed to do was find the quickest exit possible. Ben having noticed Cora’s panicked look turn to see what she was looking at all immediately saw the predicament. This situation was not good! Cora quickly got out of Ben’s hold and left the shop. It was like she was never there.

As she was walking down the street a block away from from the coffee shop her heart beat started to slow down and she immediately felt calmer. Ben having ran after her to try and catch her was now outta breath. Thankfully he had managed to catch up to her. Once he was close enough he lightly grabbed her arm to stop her from continuing any farther.

“Will you please wait? I’m sorry If I had done anything. I wasn't trying for anything like that to happen! I hope you will believe me.” Ben asked hoping there was still a little hope. Ever since he saw this woman at the premiere he was drawn to her. He had regretted not getting her name that night.

“You did nothing at all. It was the position we were in that bothers me. That photo those people were taking of us is about to be over the news. I’m not that girl that enjoys the spotlight like that!” Cora replied hoping that maybe he might leave her alone even though a part of her didn't want that.

“Well forgive me for that unfortunate thing that is going to happen” he said immediately feeling major guilt that his profession could come has to come with this hinderance. He loved acting but having your private life become public from photographs wasn't his favorite part.

“I accept your apology and trust me it wasn't you. Is there something else you need or were you just wanting to apologize?”

“Right, well this is going to sound creepy and hopefully it won’t! I remember seeing you at my movie premiere for Bohemian Rhapsody and I wish I had asked your name and had also gotten your phone number. There was something about you that caught my eye. So what I’m asking is would you maybe like to hangout one night and get to know each other? If you say no I completely understand. Especially after what had just happened but I’m hoping there is still a small chance.” Ben said with a slight nervous tone. A girl has never had this effect on him before.

Cora hesitated with what he asked because like he said she was drawn to him as well that night and seeing him again today had to mean something. Didn’t it? On the other hand dating a celebrity would come with some its hindrances. Would she really want to put herself though all that trouble with having to deal with them. Should she take the easy path and decline his offer and get on with life or should she take the harder path and see where this thing with Ben could go.

“I have decided to……..take you up on your offer. I would like to get to know you as well.”

Ben breathed a sigh of relief. He was thankful his opportunity wasn't lost.

“Thank you! I hope you don't regret it! Whats your name by the way?”

“My name is Cora and you must be Ben, right?”

“Yeah thats me!”

“So if you won’t mind me asking when are you thinking you would like to hang out?”

“Does two weeks from now sound good with you. I know it will be awhile but I still have to do press for Bohemian Rhapsody and then I have to fly out and have to finish up some scenes from another movie I’m filming. After that I will be free!”

“That sounds good with me.”

“Great! Lets exchange numbers so we can get to know each other more and to set up that night when we can hang.”

Cora and Ben exchanged numbers and parted ways. Once Cora came back to the apartment after picking up what she needed to get, she stopped right before entering the apartment door and let out a little squeal. After calming herself down she walked in. She went to the kitchen to set the bags down and Lily was there heating up some leftover dinner from the night before.

“Well hello to you! You look positively radiant. What gave you this glow?” Did you get laid?” Lily asked happy to see Cora like this.

“Why yes Lily I totally hooked up with a random stranger! It was very hot and heavy. No you crazy but you will never believe the real reason though!”

“Oh yeah! Try me then.”

After Cora told Lily all about what happened she couldn't believe it. She was shocked to say the least but extremely happy for Cora and a little worried. Lily just didn't want to see Cora get hurt if something happened. Lily kept that thought to herself and celebrated the fact that her best friend lucked out.

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Later that night as Cora was reading her favorite book Pride and Prejudice her cell phone rang and alerted her that she received a message. She set down the book to hold her place and reached over on her nightstand to pick up her phone.

Ben: Hey, sorry if i woke you up. I was just but wondering what was going on?

Cora smiled real big and quickly responded back.

Cora: Hey and no I wasn’t. I was just reading. What about you?

Ben: Nothing really just sitting outside and playing with my dog. What are you reading?

Cora: I’m reading one of my favorite books called Pride and Prejudice. Aww how sweet. What kind of dog do you have?

Ben: I have a beagle and his name is Frankie.

Cora: He has a cool name.

Ben: Thanks! I tried lol. Anyway I was also wondering and hoping to get a feel on what you like. This would be for when we hangout.

Cora: I’m honestly down for anything! I’m not a picky person.

Ben: Good I’m glad. What would say to going on a hike? Instead of just hanging at night we can spend the day together. How does that sound?

Cora: That sounds amazing and I will totally be down for a good hike!

Ben: Sweet! When it gets closer we can decide where we can go.

Cora: Sounds good! Can’t wait!

Ben: Same with me! Have a good night and I’ll talk to you later.

Cora: Thanks and same to you!

Cora set down her phone and immediately yelled for Lily to come to her room to tell her the news. After receiving the news Lily hugged Cora and told her that she was very happy for her and she deserves this! Soon after Lily left her room Cora was so excited for that day to hurry up and come because she was wanting to see Ben again. These next two weeks are going to drag on like no tomorrow.

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Soon it was the day that Cora was going to hang with Ben. She was so excited that she practically didn't get any sleep. Throughout the last two weeks Cora and Ben texted each other constantly! There was never a dull moment in the conversations or any awkward moments. They had even talked on the on the phone for a solid two hours one night. Talking to him just felt natural and it seemed like she had known him her whole life. It was strange but it was a good kind of strange.

After getting ready and making sure she had everything she needed in her backpack since they are going hiking, she made her way to the kitchen and saw Lily eating breakfast.

“You already to go and do you have everything?” Lily asked

“I believe so. If not hopefully Ben will.”

“Well anyway I hope you guys have a fun time. Try not to embarrass yourself or anything and also do not do anything that I would do!” Lily said in a jokingly manner yet also serious at the same time.

“Yes mother and you know I’m not that girl!”

“I know I was just messing. Though seriously have a good time and don't be nervous or anything because it sounds like Ben really likes you.”

“Thanks and I’m actually not nervous. I’m just really anxious to see him again and just to hangout.”

“Good I’m glad and thats how it should be. He should be here anytime now shouldn't he?”

“Yeah he said he will pick me up at 10 and its only 9:45.”

A couple minutes later there was a knock on the door and Cora went to go answer it. As she opened it she immediately got the butterfly sensation in her stomach.

“Well Good morning and I don't know about you but I’m glad this day is finally here. What do you say you ready to go?” Ben said

“Good Morning and yeah I’m ready to go. Let me go grab my back and say goodbye to Lily. Actually would you want to come inside and say hello to her?”

“Sure that would be nice.”

After meeting Lily it was time to go. As Cora and Ben stepped outside Ben closed the door behind them. Cora had stopped and looked around and was admiring how beautiful a day it was going to be.

“My car is over here.”

Once Ben and Cora were safely buckled in Ben turned to Cora.

“So you ready for our little adventure?” He asked smiling.

Cora turned her head from looking out the window to look at him. She smiled right back.

“So ready!”

#ben hardy #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy and female character #bohemian rhapsody movie #queen #rami malek #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #roger taylor #brian may #ben hardy x reader

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7;00am, I just woke up.

Sunday, September 13th of 2020.

I had a weird dream.

I was friends with that bitch Mari again. We were at the "come to my house despite how much i secretly can hate you" reality present.

And Patrick #2's hot-but-rude crackhead looking brother was there.

Thankfully, Patrick was not.

Not much happened?

Mari was a bitch and stared at her phone while making it obvious she only hung out with me because she had no other plans that day.

Her boyfriend, (which, in this case? My ex regret's ridiculously tall sibling.....what was his name? It was something Catholic. Patrick and.... FRANCIS, yeah. Francis. Good for him. All tall, and shit. Bright ass blue eyes. I don't appreciate how that dream had made me feel.)

Long story short, for some reason, Frankie and Patrick lived out of sight, but only a mere street away from here I lived. Like on the opposite side of the road, but their house luckily didn't face me, but the opposite direction, so very low odds of running into another.

.....

I got friendship cucked? Or is it "relationship cucked" as well? All I know is Mari being a withdrawn dick as I tried making conversation made me fall asleep...... (sleepception, lol,) aaaand eventually the hoe woke me up and went "I'm gonna go to Frankie's house! I'll be back," with an eye roll, and scooted out the door to immediately ditch me for someone else.

Which in real life held accurate. She would do that, if she had any other friends... but she never did. So, she was stuck with me.

(Why do so many women do that with me? For fucks sake, man, women act like I'm the only other girl on the planet and stick around, despite clearly hating being around me as often as they WILLINGLY c h o s e? Fuck that.)

Anyway, long story short, Mari dipped on my ass. Ran outside to go hang out with Frankie, (someone I also must like but not like, according to my subconscious,) aaaand he was bragging about how he bought her some snacks and a bottle of alcohol, her two favorite things. She was jumping for joy.

And.... I was sorta envious of it. Maybe even a little jealous, too.

For, two to three reasons.

Mari is a bitch. A full on bitch, like, one of the rudest people I've met in my lifetime. She's maybe only a single step behind being as rude as my sister is to me, but hey.... she still has a good boyfriend. A sweet guy, does a lot for her.

Frankie looked hot in the dream, not gonna lie. But that also could be my "tamia thinks blue and green eyes immediately makes any half dead gremlin attractive" mindset, and being into mildly grimey dudes, so I mean.... In the great words of my good friends, "That man is repulsive. That man looks like he bathes in hot dog water." And, true. He does. So, maybe halfway horniness, halfway just emotional about being totally cucked by my friend, who ran out mid hangout and openly ignores me, but would immediately skip town on me to go hang with her boo.

....now that I think about it, this happened a few times in real life too. My ex-manager at that underprivileged persons hotel deadass cancelled on our shopping and pedicure hangout, (i like having pamper days man,) and the hoe cancelled LAST SECOND ONLY AS IM ARRIVING, because her simp low standard having ass wanted to go "Heyy! Can we cancel? My crush just said he wants to do doordash and have me help him out! But if you sit in the backseat you can come!!!"

........dumbass.

A huge difference between gossiping and getting to know eachother while someone painfully jabs metal between my toes with me pretending to enjoy it, (sometimes i do, majority i dont but i like the paint and the scrubs and lotions okay??,) versus being third wheel as we help some bum motherfucker knock on doors and hand other people food. That stupid bitch. God, just say you hope he will fuck you again despite being so obvious and fuck off.

......

Plus, Audrey hung out with me, only to deadass call SEVEN OTHER PEOPLE and walk all the way to the other side of the thrift store, and would glare and brush me off if i approached her to happily show her anything.... then wondered why I cried on the way home. (Some people lack common sense. Basic common sense. Don't hang out with people who you hate.)

......

I wanna have better relationships with women in my life, but nooooo, ive gotta be the side character in their story and dismissed at any given time. Fuck. That.

Just.... maaaaan. I'm glad I at least have befriended the women I have online though. We all told eachother how we pamper ourselves on our day off, and a bunch of people messaged me, inspired at the idea of lighting candles, getting pedicures, playing music and taking a nice luxury shower or something. They all thanked me and bragged about how they tried it and felt amazing. So me, at home and covered in sweat with unkempt hair and feeling so atrocious... did it too.

Shaved my legs, lotioned up, scrubbed my body until it squeaked and felt almost mildly sore. Gave my hair a deep wash..... pure heaven.

So far, loving it.

......

Back to the dream.

So, I felt cucked and envious.

I felt like I had no friendships or connection to anyone anymore.

And I felt like I was missing out on love.

So when your terrible best friend runs off with her boyfriend and shows off how in love they very much are in this fictional dream, you can't help but think, "I really want a relationship.... and an actual friend that cares about me."

In dream, I reached for the phone.

My boyfriend was unreachable.

.......

Real life, I did go to sleep bummed.

He didn't message me when he got home, and just.... idk, a little dismissive.

....

7:42am.

It's not a good sign if you feel like you don't have your own relationship..... While being in a relationship, right?

Like, I just feel withdrawn, and a little ignored. There's multiple reasons for that.

He used to be the type to like, blow up my phone despite not dating, and shower me with questions about my life and wanting to constantly know more about me. And we actually went OUT for dates.

And admittedly we got way too used to spending way too much time with eachother. Which is fine, until like, fires happened. Hard to keep the same upbeat energy when you're now trapped indoors as a huge fire forces yall inside due to smoke, the restaurant you wanted to try burns down, and whatnot.

But..... its getting tiresome to be indoors all the time.

Not even just with him. In general.

I'm depressed and hardly feel all that upbeat about being inside these days.

And of course if the only alternative with covid AND fires is to see your boyfriend, which really means he picks you up and either gets too wrapped up in his phone, or he's out the house for many hours at a time as you cohabitate with his very very very unnervingly quiet and odd father and unable to leave his house, then, boredom is prone to come.

I guess I just wish he was paying more attention.......

Hell, I can't talk to him about my creative goals. And he didn't donate to my gofundme, despite making like 2k a week (or sometimes A DAY) and didnt think to donate anything. He laughs at texts on his phone more than he laughs at anything I ever tell or show him.

I'm just really irritable over this.

.........

I almost gave up completely when he didn't wanna help me get my hair done.

With all the other shit + the insane amounts of plan B I've taken, a haircut shouldn't be where the line gets drawn. :)

I just want him to put effort into wooing me.

Or to feel connected with.

I feel so odd........

So, plans:

Have better friendships with people and build some strong support with them in life

Tell your boyfriend what's missing from your relationship and find ways to bond together that dont involve him playing that stupid fucking phone game or dying because of covid or smoke outside

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