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Honey
This is part of my lil challenge, where I am challenging myself to write for seven days straight. Pray for me.
Prompt: “I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”
Words: 1,052
Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
A/N: Sorry for any errors hope people like it! Day two of my challenge will be out around the same time tomorrow, maybe later. ENJOY sorry I was feeling Cevans fluff!
You mouthed the lyrics to Fergie’s Glamourous to your reflection as you blended out the dark brown shade with a taupe green shade, taking your time to cut your crease and add a light shimmer in your inner corner. You made sure you applied your lashes with intent, laying down lash glue where the lashes were going to be placed followed by mascara, and then adding lash glue to the lash itself, adding mascara once more for extra security.
The final step in your make-up process, lipgloss is added, you pucker your lips and massage the gloss into the skin. You give the mirror some Blue Steel moments before standing, walking away from your vanity momentarily to slip on the dress that was laid out on the bed.
The creme color dress is strapless and very casual, the fabric is cotton and stops mid-calve. Before you can even start to put the stilettos on, Chris, your boyfriend walks into the bedroom. He’s dressed in a creme colored knitted sweater, with dark washed denim jeans and a tan coat.
Chris tilts his head down as he watches you. “Honey... I thought we agreed.”
You smiled up at him innocently. “I know, I know, I know. But you can’t rush perfection.”
A grin stretches it’s way onto Chris’s features. “Aren’t you the one who tells me that I shouldn’t put too much effort into my appearance for family functions.”
“Chris dear, I am a woman. I have different expectations, especially since this is your family we’re seeing.”
“They already love you.”
“Oh that’s without a doubt, I’m fabulous, what’s not to love? However, I still have to look good. We’re not married yet, so I have to put the effort in.” You stand and strut to the closest mirror, seeing your full body. Your small imperfections that have taken years to love pause your confidence for a second before you catch Chris’s blue eyes drinking your appearance in with complete admiration and love.
“You said yet.”
“What?”
“Just now... you said ‘we’re not married yet,’“
Your face flushes as heat spreads throughout your body. It’s a mixture of embarrassment but, also desire. “Did I?”
“Don’t play coy Honey,”
For a while it’s silent, the sound of music emitting from your phone is the only noise but you were both staring at the other with a whimsical look. You had been in an exclusive relationship with Chris for three years and from the very moment, you met him you fell for him.
He was charismatic, intelligent, funny, and down-to-earth. You knew a year into the relationship you wanted to marry him. But your own insecurities got the better of you, plus he had always seemed adamant on his stance with marriage. He wanted it but, with the right person and at the right time.
“We should get going before your brother starts talking shit about me being a bad influence again.” You say breaking the spell. You pull on a long, taupe green coat and move past Chris to retrieve your phone from it’s charging spot on your vanity.
Chris smiles “I have to quickly grab a surprise present for my parents, I’ll meet you downstairs.” He says as he walks towards his closet. You think nothing of it since it’s in his nature to pull something like this.
You’re downstairs with Dodger at your feet, he’s staring at you intently or more importantly he’s staring at the plate macaroni and cheese you are holding. “Sorry bub, when we get home I’ll have a plate for you.” You wink trying to see if he’ll understand and with the wag of his tail you are hopefull.
Chris is downstairs within a few minutes. You see he is holding nothing and raise a perfectly sculpted brow.
“Your parents' gift dear?”
“I’ve got it, Honey.”
The car ride is peaceful, Chris knows you love Christmas music and has had his Sirus XM tuned to the holiday station since the beginning of the month. Your left hand is atop Chris’s and you make it to his parent’s home in good time.
“Chris.” Says his brother Scott, as he opened the front door.
“Scott.”
“Honey.” You say interjecting yourself in their playful banter. Scott turns away from his brother sending you a wide grin.
“Hello y/n, how are you? Come inside.”
You both enter and immediately Miles runs at Chris full speed, he has grown quite a bit but still only reaches Chris’s torso. You both say hello to everyone, you kiss Lisa on the cheek and give hugs to the rest.
An hour and a half have past and you’re all done eating, some still picking at the food but mostly everyone is listening in on the conversation that’s being held. Everyone cutting in and saying what they have to say. You loved spending time with Chris’s family, they were all good company and it felt like home.
“Uh haha can I have everyone’s attention?” Chris says, it's deep and resonates within the room. You straighten in your seat because Chris hardly uses the tone outside of the bedroom.
Everyone gives him their undivided attention. He turns to you however and you suddenly feel anxious. The pit of your stomach knotting up in fear. “y/n, I love you. I love you so much, These past three years have meant everything to me. I wouldn’t be who I am without you by my side, for years I didn’t know anyone could bring me such happiness the way you do. I’ve been waiting all my life for you. Honey, will you give me the greatest honor of marrying me?”
You are stunned and left speechless but the moment Chris gets one knee on the ground you leap forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes! Of course! I love you so much!”
Chris stands, pulling you up with him. His family is clapping and his parents stand, congratulating you both. You are crying as Chris slides the ring onto your finger. His parents hug you both first before his siblings. The children might not understand what is happening but the hug you both as well.
You kiss Chris once everyone is done as you pull away you lean into his ear, “To the rest of my life with you dear.”
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I love you
This is part of my lil challenge, where I am challenging myself to write for seven days straight. Pray for me.
Prompt: We’re roommates and you make me so mad! But I love you.
Words: 2,089 (honestly didn’t feel like that)
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader, Roommates!AU, Musicians!AU
A/N: Inspired heavily by Burlesque, or well more importantly the friends-to-lovers, roommates with angst but ultimately fluff trope! That was long to write lol. Also, I know I said the second one-shot was coming out later today, but that was before the idea struck me and it kinda feels good to be caught up since technically I was already behind on my challenge. Hope this makes up for it and hope you ENJOY!
It was late at night when Ben awoke to the sound of the flat’s door being opened and gently shut. He had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you but would never admit that.
Around mid-day, Ben is sitting at the island laptop opened and writing some lyrics. He looks up and smiles at you as you walk through after unlocking the door. “You got home pretty late. Quite unusual.” He says taking his bottom lip between his fingers guarding his face.
You glance at him, your body heating up in embarrassment. Your heart beating rapidly as suddenly the feelings you’ve been having for Ben begin to surface. “Oh yeah, sorry, I-I well I sort of met up with that one guy... Landon. The one who's been coming into the club lately.”
“Landon that prick?”
You watched Ben fight to look at you longer than necessary. You looked at your feet in light sadness. However, your eyes were ready to bug out of their sockets when you remembered the flashy shoes Landon had left you at rehearsal.
When you looked up, Ben was typing at the computer, trying to put you at the back of his mind. You squared your shoulders suddenly angry at his comment and dropped your keys onto the key foyer and practically stomp to your bedroom.
“New shoes?” Ben asks just as your about to shut your door. You look back at him. His eyes are still trained on screen and his fingers are still moving. But you hear the word he mutters. “Classy...”
At that, you feel your blood boil, and your chest is rising and now your body is filled with anger. You huff and slam the door hard enough to resonate against the wall it was on but, not hard to cause a disturbance.
A few days later, you’ve still been ignoring Ben. It’s been four days of silence from your end that Ben is angry at you being angry at him.
“You know ‘s only one reason why reason a bloke buys women shoes ya?”
You glare at him as you shut your bedroom door. You walk out in a small number you only bring out to really make some people mad. The v-line plunged down to highlight the valley of your chest, your skin was practically glowing in the faint light of the flat’s terrible lighting. The dress was tight-fitting and stopped a little higher on the thigh. The silk material was silver and the flashy shoes you were given tied together beautifully.
“So what if I’m getting a little male attention?”
“It’s a bit more than a little ya?”
“Not from anyone that matters.” You mutter not looking back to gauge his reaction. You’ve said what you’ve said, there was no taking it back or fixing it.
For Ben, it was a blatant jab at him. At his feelings. They had both been playing a game of cat and mouse. Not knowing they spent too much time switching between the two to realize neither were getting any catching done.
The two of you spent more days ignoring each other. Staying in your room or Ben staying in his. Avoiding each other around the rest of the flat. You decided to start spending your days with Landon, getting to know him, doing things like going out to eat, watching movies. You liked going out, but you couldn’t help but feel hollow inside your chest because at every moment you could, you spent it picturing Ben. Doing these things with you and not Landon.
The next night you get home late, all the lights except the kitchen one are off. You furrow your brows and walk inside. You see no faint glow of light under Ben’s bedroom door and sigh, biting your lip you go to your room, you undress and get ready for bed.
A few hours later you woke up to noises that sounded blurred with the door shut, but you knew better. Ben was doing it on purpose, pressing the highest setting of the blender. You groan and rise out of your warm bed, feeding exactly into what he wanted, to rile you up.
“Ben... Ben... Ben... Jones!” You say over the noise of the blender. Ben is making what appears to be one of his many shakes. He stops only when you call him Jones because He can’t help but love that you’re one of few who actually still call him by his last name, his real one.
“Goodmorning love, sleep well? Shake?”
“No... a little peace and quiet would be lovely.”
Ben presses the blender, giving an unspoken reply. You squint your eyes at him.
“Really now?” You go to ask but Ben again presses the button on the blender the noise returning. You purse your lips and turn around ready to go back to ignoring him, you’ve taken three steps but face him once more “Christ Ben! What is your problem? You’re acting like a fucking prick!”
“It’s not just me ya? You know at the club, we’re like a family, we look out for each other.”
“Right, like Lucy and Rami, Joe.”
“Ya? What about Landon eh? He looks out for you? y/n? He can make things happen for you.”
“He’s a good man, a smart one at that. He goes for what he wants.”
“In the end, it’s about the choices you make love,” Ben says as he stands in front of you, shake long forgotten. He stares you down for a moment before walking off towards his bedroom.
“Oh that’s genius, you’re a bartender/ drummer who writes songs that are never ready.” You say without really wanting to but angry at him for coming at you the way he has.
Ben slowly stops and turns to you, “Alright, I see then.” He shuts the door behind him and you exhale deeply, shutting your eyes.
Ben and you ignore each other. It doesn’t last long, a day and a half. But it was enough to get your skin to crawl, what you had to say constantly eating at you. Naisa, a girl from the club where Ben and you worked was getting married and you both had been invited, Ben wasn’t wrong, at the club you all were like family.
You wore a simple red dress, it was long sleeve but was off the shoulder. It stopped right above the knee and you paired it with your tan heels. The makeup was simple, you never truly cared to get doll up yourself, but heavy makeup came with the job. You wore a similar shade of red on your lips.
You arrived later than Ben, he was home for the first part of you getting ready but when you walked out completely finished he was gone, had he been for long? You didn’t know.
At the reception for the wedding you tried to look for the blond but to no prevail. You had caught him briefly at the ceremony. He sat a few rows in front of you. You about given up trying to find him when you reached the bar.
“A shot of tequila please.”
“Two please.”
You glanced at your side and saw Ben, who was clearly already feeling a little bit drunk.
“Looking lonely there Ben.” You say
“Liberated, questionable. Libated, definitely. Lonely? No, not lonely. Never lonely. Cheers” Ben says smoothly.
Your chest pings at that, was that supposed to hurt as much as it did? Was that meant for you? You scoff and faced away from him.
“Clink!” Ben says and downs the shot. You fight the giggle that makes its way out, downing your own shot.
Ben nudges you and is suddenly in your space. “Love are you still mad at me? Cus..” He slurs just a bit before picking himself back up. Completely in your face now, which you're sure is red from how hot it feels. “Cus if you are... bring it on baby.”
“Are you drunk?” You ask even though you know the answer. You want him to realize how drunk he is acting.
Just as you ask the DJ plays Bruno Mars’ Calling All My Lovelies. “I love this song!” Ben shouts standing and giving the DJ and look. You walk away since he is not paying attention to you anymore.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Ben says as he grips your arm pulling your body back into his. To stop yourself from hitting him too hard you put your hand to his chest as you’re pulled back into him. You can feel his body warmth and remove your hand.
He has his arm under yours and his free hand grabs the one you’ve lowered. “I need to apologize to you.”
“What for.”
He gives you a look, and even now it still takes your breath away, how he can simply look that good? How can he make your blood boil, but get you weak in the knees?
“For being a prick.”
“You were.”
“I was.”
“Mm-hm.”
He smiles at you but it falters just slightly before he asks “Why are you here alone?”
You look up at him, his eyes the brightest green you’ve ever seen. You step just a little closer to him. “Do I look alone to you?”
His smile slowly makes its back to his features before he dips you, changing the mood drastically. Later that night you two are stumbling through your flat. The reception and day over with. You fall onto the couch and kick your feet up.
“My feet are killing me! Please take off these shoes Ben.”
He follows you to the couch and yanks at the heel. You laugh as he fumbles with one. “I got it, oh whoa, whoa, aha!” He says once they’re both off.
Your laughter dies down after the good show you received. You look up at him, you hope your eyes are saying everything you can’t bring yourself to say. Ben too, watches you, he’s standing over you and from this angle he can’t stop picturing you underneath.
“Good night.”
“Night.”
Ben walks to his bedroom, shutting the door. You sigh and sit on the couch for a bit. You rub your neck as you try to stop your thought from going back to Ben. However, your thoughts are cut short when Ben’s door opens and he stands there in a blue sheep pajama set. You laugh at it.
“Cute.”
“Mum got em, thank you.” He walks out to the front door. Locking it. He turns to you “Forgot to lock the door.”
You nod. “Got it?”
The lock makes a noise as he twists it once again, Ben’s green eyes find yours and you want to do nothing more but dive into them. “Good,” he says. He walks to his bedroom, pauses and looks at you, “Good night.”
“Good night.”
Ben shuts his door and you barely had time to blink before it is ripped open with his shirt gone. “Back again?” You ask with a smile.
“Water... don’t need a nasty hangover in the morning.”
“Right.”
Ben walks to his room once more, he stands in the doorway looking at you. “Good night, again.” He smiles, shutting his door.
“Night... again,” you say to yourself and begin taking your jewelry off. You've turned away from Ben’s door, not being able to see.
It’s opened once more and you laugh quietly to yourself not bothering to look at him, continuing with tugging the jewelry off.
“I think I’m hungry. Yeah... I’m a bit famished.” He walks past the couch to the kitchen and you have to look twice to make sure you saw what you did. His bare ass. You cover your face as laughter rakes through your body.
“Jones!” you peek through your fingers, “Your! It’s...”
He holds out a box of cookies, “What is so funny?” He moves away from the island looking down and using the box to cover his manhood. “Oh, well, I never.” He says in his best southern American accent.
You continue to laugh, shielding your eyes but also giving in and opening your eyes a few times. He walks over to the couch. He stands over you for a moment. “Want a cookie?” He says normally as he shakes the box, his body is red which tells you he is nervous. You bite your lip, almost taking the bait. He shrugs and walks off.
“No? Well if you change your mind... you know where they are.” He sends you a wink before shutting the door with his leg and one hand.
You watch and watch. The door remaining shut longer than you hoped. His light also turns off. The smile leaves your face and you begin to grab your things, ready to head to your bedroom. The door to Ben’s door opens slower this time and you look up, not shielding your eyes because let's face it, you knew him too well.
He walks out of his bedroom and he’s dressed in his usual sleep attire. Sweats and no shirt. You chew your bottom lip and you open your mouth to say something but he stops you with his lips. The kiss feels like it was always meant to. A secret told... a promise kept. It was slow, everything felt like it went slowly when the skin of his lips melded against yours.
Ben pulls away and you’re both silent, breathing, tired of waiting. The kiss ignites something in the two of you.
“I love you.” You say and although Ben curses himself for not saying it first, he doesn’t stop himself from saying it back.
“I love you too.”
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