OF course! This marks the first time I’ve written a zodiac series for a BohRap cast member ever! Congratulations!

cw: mentions of children and sex

So our dear Joe...

Joe is very devoted to you. Very often you two will stay up until three in the morning chatting away, and only then do you both realize you are tired.

You are both generous and caring when it comes to his nieces and nephews. Every holiday they come over, you spend so much time playing that you sometimes have to catch your breath through all of the “broccoli punches!” and laughing at seeing them pile onto Joe. If you want kids, you both make the best parents!

He helps you keep your life in check. If you get distracted or go off doing something, he will call and remind you that “hey babe...we’re out of milk and isn’t that thing you need to do due tomorrow?”

He gives you specialized attention, which boosts you up especially when you feel down.

And you are both ardent and attentive lovers. Even when the spark between you seems dim, it never goes out (plus Joe as it turns out is a kinky freak in the sheets if you want to or when you finally sleep with him)

You show love to Joe by buying him the most expensive gifts and he shows love by doing lots of extreme things for you- cleaning the whole house, fixing all the recipes you love to eat, rubbing your back when you feel tired.

But you both complement and balance each other perfectly with your Bright Child and his Perfectionistic Dorkiness.

Since you both care about your looks, you both clean up nicely. You go to red carpet events looking absolutely gorgeous. As he is about to approach some famous director, you make sure to (with a laugh) fix his dinosaur bow tie. And he will sneak a kiss on your wrist, the part right before your hand. He takes in the deepest sniff of the scent you had picked for the evening. He keeps telling you how absolutely stunning you look that night.

Though the next morning you both sleep in late and watch tv while eating pancakes in your pajamas.

Prompt: Literally can you imagine rami like taking care of you when you’re sick! Making you soup and cuddles!!!

Ahh my love this is so sweet, my poor Rami bean needs so much more fluff so thank you for sending this in (sorry if it’s a bit short) :3 <33

Rami chuckles to himself, soft curls of hair falling like little flakes of snow over his forehead as the dim kitchen lights illuminate the room in a yellowish glow. He shakes his head slightly, a grin lighting up his eyes as he imagines himself being trapped in a giant sunflower, birds chirping as they dance together on the red brick tile that shines in the spring rays by the open window, a slight breeze making his skin ripple beneath his leather jacket. He jumps back slightly, a grimace flashing across his flushed face as he raises his hand to his mouth, sucking the side of his palm lightly where it had begun to glow red, before nearly tripping over his feet to remove the saucepan off the flaming heat, the soup bubbling nearly over the edge of the metal rim in thick creamy drops.

He shoves the half-toppled shopping bags over the red chequered table cover, his arm stretching out to block rolling cans that fall out as the other reaches from a lime green bowl from the shelf above his head, calling an amused ‘coming, love’ down the corridor in your direction as he laughs at your hoarse, muffled groans in reply. Placing the bowl on a tray, he nearly falls whilst trying to kick off his trainers, before his feet plod lightly on the white carpet, balancing the tray in his trembling hands as his bottom hits against your bedroom door, his eyes squinting into the dark room until he sees the outline of your arm hit out against the cold cotton sheets.

He places the steaming bowl by your head before flicking the lamp on the bedside table on, illuminating your ragged hair which falls in stormy nests upon your crumpled lumpy pillow as he reaches down to kiss your forehead, his breath hot against your burning skin as you fall back down onto the bed with a soft lump, a groan rumbling through your throat. Your arms reach out to tug at Rami’s jacket, your fingers impatiently pulling at the zip as your knees rustle underneath the navy duvet, whipping around the bottom of the bed and flopping its sides onto the floor like a ship weathering a sea at storm. Shrugging it off his bony shoulders, his hands impatiently push you slightly, signalling for you to move over before whispering, ‘five minutes, sweetheart, and then you need to eat.’

Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: Just when you think you’ve finally got your perfect summer, you discover that you are pregnant and struggle with telling Ben.

Warning: teen pregnancy, fluff

A/N: Hey guys! This is the last chapter of the Summer Nights series😭, but I will be coming out with a new one soon.

You had never been a very religious person. Sure you’d been raised by an over zealous catholic mother, but her beliefs hadn’t rubbed off on you. You were a bit of a skeptic when it came to God and weren’t reall sure if he existed. But as you sat on the frozen tile of your bathroom floor, you began to pray.

“Please God, don’t let me be pregnant.”

The past month had been magical. Each day was spent splashing with Ben in the pool, giggling as he hoisted you onto his shoulders and paraded you around the shallow end. Every night, the two of you made love. Sometimes in the jacuzzi, just like your first, other times in the back of Ben’s truck. Those were your favorite, and afterwards Ben would tenderly kiss your neck as he held you in your arms and the two of you gazed at the stars.

Ever since you’d forgotten to use a condom for your first, you’d been extra careful. But now you realized that the protection had been pointless. You’d missed your last two periods, which were usually pretty regular. And you’d noticed that your normally thin stomach had gained a little weight. All of this could be normal, you reminded yourself. But you had to be sure.

Your phone buzzed, telling you that it was time to check the test. You closed your eyes, not sure if you really wanted to know. This moment could change everything. Finally, you opened them and discovered your fate.

“Shit.”

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You anxiously paced up and down the warm concrete of the pool as you waited for Ben to arrive. The previous night had failed to offer you the relief of sleep which you so desperately needed. Every minute had been spent racking your brain for a solution to this problem. Shit, you hated yourself for calling it that. It wasn’t just a thing, it was a living breathing being that grew bigger within you every day. And you had always dreamed of having a cute little baby of your own. Of course, those fantasies had involved you being married. All the problems that this pregnancy would cause weighed on your mind, making you forget how happy you wished you could be.

And how would Ben react? He was so young, you both were. You knew how much he loved you, yet fear still grew in the pit of your increasingly growing stomach. Raising the child on your own would be impossible, especially since your mother would probably disown you as soon as she found out. You began to hyperventilate, and fearing that you would faint you climbed into the lifeguard chair and chewed your hair as you awaited Ben.

Finally he walked through the gate, his smile a ray of sunshine that pierced through your stormy mind. You hated that what you were about to say would make that beautiful smile vanish.

“Good morning love,” Ben said, kissing you as he climbed into his seat.

His emerald eyes sparkled with concern as he noticed your worried expression, and he extended his hand to brush your cheek.

“What’s the matter?”

You bit your lip and considered what approach to take to tell him. But as your silence made him more fearful, you decided to just come right out and say it.

“I’m pregnant.”

Everything around you seemed distant, faded into a noiseless blur as you focused intently on Ben’s blank expression. But within mere moments that gorgeous smile you loved so damn much returned to his face, brighter than you’d ever seen it before. Then he wrapped you in a large hug, nearly knocking you out of your chair.

“Careful love, cant have you hurting the baby.”

“So your not mad, or scared?”

“Darling, how could I be anything but happy right now? I’ve just found out that I’m going to have a baby with the woman I love. Nothing can ruin this moment for me.”

“What about my mother?” You joked.

“Not even her. Although she will make this situation a lot more difficult. But I’m sure that my parents will help us out. Don’t worry about a thing darling.”

“I’m not sure I can do that.”

“Try, love. I want to remember this day as nothing short of perfect.”

You grinned, erasing the panic from your mind. His happiness was the greatest cure to your current anxiety. You clambered over to him, landing on his lap with your hands around his neck.

“I love you Ben.”

“I love you too Y/N,” he said, then glanced down at your stomach and gave it a playful rub. “And I love you too my precious girl.”

“How do you know that it’s going to be a girl?” You asked with a chuckle.

“I have a feeling. And I know she’ll take after her mother, the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

You rested your head on his bare chest, growing sleepy. As you began to drift into unconsciousness, you felt assured that everything would be okay. It was like Ben said, perfect.

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That night you sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for Ben to arrive so that the two of you could tell your parents. Without Ben there you imagined that you’d faint. You hoped that the baby would inherit Ben’s bravery rather than your cowardice. Sighing, you collapsed onto the bed, still incredulous that this was actually happening.

A knock at your window sent butterflies into your stomach, and you grinned to see Ben’s face outside. You flipped the latch and pulled it open quietly. The minute he landed on your bed you held onto him tightly, severely frightened of the impending conversation.

“Do we have to do this?”

“Yes darling,” Ben whispered, stroking your hair. “They’re your family and you love them. They deserve to know.”

“But what if they yell at us?”

“I’d be surprised if they didn’t.”

“But what if they say that they will never speak to me again?”

“Your parents love you. I don’t think that this will make them forget that. Are you ready?”

“No. Just, hold my hand, please?”

“Of course, love.”

The two of you made your way downstairs, your hand firmly gripping Ben’s. As you made your way into the kitchen where your parents sat at the table, you began to feel lightheaded. Ben smiled, mouthing ‘Its going to be okay.’ You nodded, and taking a deep breath, addressed your parents.

“Mom, dad, there’s something we need to tell you,” you said, your confidence wavering as they turned to look at you with concerned expressions.

Ben squeezes your hand and you squeezed his back. Then, closing your eyes, you finally said it.

“I’m pregnant.”

Your fathers mouth dropped open, his face frozen in shock. Your mothers contorted in anger and you took a step back, preparing for the screaming that you were sure would ensue. But, after a moment, she calmed down and stood.

“Y/N, how could you do this? How could you be so irresponsible?”

You bit your lip, racking your brain for an answer.

“Because we love each other,” Ben responded. “And that’s how we know that everything will be okay. We love each other, and we are going to love this baby so much that we’ll work hard to provide it with a great life.”

“Yeah and this doesn’t mean that I can’t still go to school,” you added. “I’ve got a friend who’s renting an apartment in LA who has offered to let me live there. She might not like a screaming baby around, but I’m sure she’ll still let us stay. And I can take my classes at night and we can work during the day. I don’t know all the details yet but I know that we can make this work, and we will.”

You smiled at Ben, and he nodded in agreement. Your mother sighed and sat down again.

“Well Y/N, I hope you didn’t expect me to jumping up and down after hearing this news. I’m not happy. But I love you and your father and I will always support you, and your new family. You’re such a strong girl, I have faith in you.”

Your eyes filled with tears, touched by your mothers kind reaction. It was much better than you had expected. You slowly crossed the room to her, reaching your arms out for a hug. She smiled and pulled you close to her, knocking the wind out of you. You chuckled and pulled away, kissing her on the cheek before resuming your place beside Ben.

“So what about you two? Will you get married?”

You turned to Ben, raising an eyebrow. Ben laughed.

“I think we will, but only when our beautiful baby is here to celebrate with us.”

Prompt: hello love! i was wondering if you could write another joe x male reader fic? this request isn’t as specific as my last lol. the reader has been at rehearsal every day and then when he comes home has to do school work. Joe misses his boyfriend, and tries to get him to relax? just general fluff and such. take it any way you’d like! i love your work no matter what!

For my dear @barnesbabes I’m sorry this took so long but you deserve all the best my darling uwu <33 Love you!! Also this may have taken me too long because I’ve been sitting here jamming to the GOTG soundtrack XD

Joe’s ears perk up, his ginger fringe whipping across his forehead and falling into his eyes, which he swatted out with an irritated but amused humph as he heard the delicate click of the front door closing, and your feet pattering slowly on the soft entrance hall carpet. His socked feet slip and slide like butter as he runs across the oaken floor of the bedroom, dropping the magazine that lay a few moments ago slumped over his snoring frame, rising up and down upon his chest with his throaty breathes, laughing lightly to himself as one hand reached down to grab the cracking door frame, cool against his hand as the other reached down to the floor to stop him from skidding any further.

You grumble to yourself slightly, rolling your aching shoulders back as slight twitches or tiredness shot behind your eyelids like little prickling pins driving into your skull, dumping down your clothes bag, absolutely exhausted after what seemed like an endless week of rehearsals. As you kick off your shoes, frowning slightly as they haphazardly slump onto the ground, nearly hitting the sleeping bottom of your dog, you stumble almost blindly into the kitchen, your hand fumbling for the hard metal of the light switch, your bottom falling hard onto the maroon high-stool by the sleek cream tile of the island. Fumbling uncomfortably in your seat, your thighs and legs already beginning to croak in pain, you swing your backpack onto the tabletop and reach into the dark depths to try and receive a pen and your never ending workload from your binder. Squeezing your eyes shut, your head beginning to pound as if a snare drum was being rattled to an incomprehensible beat in your temples, you forget that Joe was at home that day, and as you reach up to wipe the corners of your eye you fail to hear his cheeky giggles as his feet tap softly down the stairs.

You jump slightly, your head thumping back slightly with a slight jolt, landing on a soft cotton shirt as one hand wraps around your neck, covering your bobbing adams apple as you swallow thickly in confusion. You groan slightly, humour evident in the shakes of your shoulder when you hear Joe say in a silly, deep distorted accent, ‘hands behind your head, chump, nobody needs to get hurt. I’m only here to steal one thing, the most precious thing in the universe they say,’ your lips begin to twitch as his head pops round on top of yours, his chest leaning heavily against your back, gazing at you with a soft smile before continuing, ‘and that is every single piece of your love.’

Grinning, happy with his stupid joke, his white pearls shine like frost during a peaceful moonlit night as he runs his fingers through your hair, his hand coming down to linger delicately against the curve of your jaw as his eyes begin to waken up, his face falling into a more concentrated look as his eyebrows begin to rustle together. The sharp edge of his nose bops slightly against your cheek as he gazes at your cherry lips, one hand reaching out blindly in front of him to throw your your work, earning a huff from you as it lands wildly next to the kettle on the opposite side of the kitchen. Smiling slightly as he realises he’s still hanging upside down over you, his shirt hitting against your cheek as his weight begins to cramp your neck, you thwack his chest slightly, earning an over dramatic groan from Joe, before he falls down onto the stone floor with a loud thud. 

Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: After nearly dying, you’ve seen a softer side of Ben that you never knew was there, and the two of you decide to go on a date

Warning- extreme fluff

Your eyes fluttered open lazily to be nearly blinded by the bright hospital lights. As you woke up, the pain that lingered in the back of your head increased tenfold and you squeezed your eyes shut. After a few deep breaths, you turned to your right to see Ben dozing on your shoulder. So it hadn’t been a dream after all. You stopped to admire Ben, his expression which not too long ago had been nothing but sneers and smirks was so peaceful, so adorable, it sent butterflies into your sore stomach. Suddenly you didn’t mind the pain in your head. You smiled and leaned forward, placing a small kiss on his forehead before resting your head on his.

A few minutes passed and you felt completely content. Then you felt movement on your cheek as Ben opened his eyes and lifted his head, his glance immediately falling upon you. He grinned and sheepishly rubbed his eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’ve never been better.”

Ben chuckled and extended his hand to play with a strand of your golden hair.

“Oh I’m sure you have.”

“Well it would be nice if my head didn’t feel like it’d been hit with a bowling ball, but to be honest there’s no where I’d rather be.”

“I feel the same way.”

A small smile poked out of the corners of Bens pink lips, filling your heart with a warm sort of joy. He brushed your tangled hair out of your face and bent foreword, lips hovering just above yours as a nurse knocked on the door. Ben pulled back, a rosy blush overcoming his cheeks. The nurse entered, her hot pink lips plastered with a peppy smile.

“Alright Ms. Y/N, glad to see your finally awake! You had us worried,” the nurse chuckled. “It’s a good thing your boyfriend was a life guard.” You raised your eyebrows at the word boyfriend and Ben lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

“Well your CT scan actually came back not too bad, so you can go home today! You do have a concussion thought, not a bad one not a bad one. Just take a week off to relax and rest, with very little light and take a break from television alright? Your clothes are in the bag on the table, I’ll give you some privacy to change.”

Immediately you turned to Ben and asked, “boyfriend?”

“I had to tell them something so that I could stay with you. I didn’t have your password so I couldn’t call your family and I didn’t want you to be alone.”

“That was sweet of you.”

You rubbed circles on his cheeks with your thumbs, making them flush scarlet again. Then, nerves filling your body, you leaned forward and kissed him. You’d never kissed anyone before, but you loved the feeling of your lips melding with his. You pulled away, this time it was your cheeks that were blushed. *************************************************

“Thank you for the ride. And for saving my life. And for staying with me.”

Ben pulled your face to his, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“It was no problem. Y/N if you ever need anything, anything at all, I’m just a phone call away.”

“I might just take you up on that Superman, because my mom is probably going to kill me so I’ll need you to come save my ass.”

Ben chuckled as you wobbly stepped out of the car and tried to make your way towards your house. As you heard him drive away, you came crashing back to reality. Holy shit. You’d been gone for two days. Your mom was probably worried sick, and she’d probably already called every police station in the county. Shit. Shit shit shit.

You knocked on the faded yellow door, anxiously awaiting your fate. Your little brother, Tommy, opened the door and his jaw dropped.

“Mama! It’s Y/N!” He cried. “We thought that you were dead or something Y/N.”

“Well I kinda was for a little bit Tommy.”

“You mean you’re a zombie!”

“No that’s not what I’m saying.”

Suddenly the terrifying, five foot two shape of your mother appeared behind Tommy. You twirled your hair nervously.

“Hi mama.”

Your mother took in your bruised and bandaged head, your tangled hair, and the shiner forming on your left eye. She fidgeted with the cross she wore on a chain around her neck, as if thanking God for bringing you back to her.

“Where the hell have you been Y/N? What happened to you? We have been worried sick. You didn’t even call. You can’t do that to us, not after what happened to your sister.”

“I’m sorry mama. I hit my head at the pool and the other lifeguard took me to the hospital, but since I was unconscious he didn’t know your number to call you.”

You waited nervously for her to say something, to lecture you like she’d always done. But instead, she wrapped you in a big hug. “I’m so glad your safe baby girl. I love you.” *************************************************

You hadn’t anticipated how awful it is to have a concussion. No, the pain was not what was bothering you, though it was a pain in the ass. The boredom was by far the worst part. You’d only been lying in your bed for about half an hour, but already it was torture. No TV, no music, no light. What were you supposed to do, sleep for a week? During the school year that would have been tempting, but you only had two months until you started college at UCLA and you were itching to have some fun. But you couldn’t do anything fun, you couldn’t do anything period, until next week.

Below your room, you could hear your mom hollering at someone. Curious, you crept to the hallway to see what was going on.

“My daughter doesn’t know any boys. You stay away from her!”

Shit, it must be Ben. But you’d warned him that your mom was a piece of work, apparently he’d underestimated her.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Y/LN. I don’t want to be a bother. Could you please just give this to her?”

You saw your mother snatch something out of his hands. It looked like a piece of paper, but you couldn’t quite make out what was on it. Your mama chuckled.

“Alright Mr. Hardy. I’ll give it to her,” she said, and her voice grew softer. “You really like my daughter huh?”

“Yeah I really do.”

You imagined Bens cheeks growing red and Jim biting his lips, wishing that you could see his face. He was so cute when he was embarrassed. You heard the door shut and you raced back to your room, leaping on the bed, which was not the wisest choice as you bumped your sore noggin on the wall next to you. Your mother burst into your room and paused in front of your bed with one hand behind her back.

“You have a delivery from a Mr. Ben Hardy.”

She placed the paper on your lap. You eagerly grabbed the paper and saw that Ben had painted a beautiful watercolor picture of a water lily. On the bottom he had left a note that read ‘sorry that it took thirteen years for me to give this to you. Love, Ben.’

You’d never been the emotional type, but suddenly tears filled your tired eyes. It had been a long time since you last cried. Your mama stroked your hair.

“Maybe there are some nice boys out there.” You grinned up at her, then resumed admiring your gift. *************************************************

June had turned out better than you’d ever dreamed that it would be. Sure, you’d nearly died, but other than that your life was great. Every day, Ben would sneak up to your bedroom window and bring you a gift. Tuesday it was a box of chocolate covered strawberries, Wednesday a bouquet of lilies, Thursday a little night light that projected a picture of New York (which you’d dreamed of visiting since you were eight), Friday a mix tape (he remembered you bragging about having a Walkman), Saturday waffles from your favorite brunch place, and Sunday a pretty little necklace with an infinity symbol pendant (you’d always loved the idea of infinity, it had made the loss of your sister less painful). And every day, as soon as Bens shift at the pool was over, the two of you cuddled for hours. Once your mom nearly caught Ben in your room, but luckily he’d rolled under your bed just in time.

On Sunday, you lay in Bens arms, discussing what you were going to do as soon as your sentence was up.

“Maybe we could go on a date,” Ben suggested.

“Doesn’t cuddling count as a date?’You pouted.

“I’m sure it does. But I want to do something special.”

“What could be more special than this?”

“You’ll see. I’ll surprise you. Just be ready at 8.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious. Ben knew you loved surprises. So the minute the pool closed on Monday you raced home and hopped in the shower. By 730 you had quickly finished your makeup, but you faced the classic wardrobe dilemma. You decided to go with a yellow off the shoulder dress, with a slit that showed off your long slender legs. Fearing that your mother would lecture you, you carefully waited until you heard her head into the restroom to sneak outside.

Ben was already waiting out front, his golden hair slicked back, giving him a classy look. Upon seeing you he bit his lip longingly, taking in your seductive dress.

“You look beautiful.”

“You do too,” you joked, which brought a sheepish smile to his face.

He opened the door for you and you curtsied jokingly. During the car ride, you excitedly tried to guess where he was taking you. You recognized that you had entered Anaheim, maybe he was bringing you to Disneyland? The child within you cheered. But instead, he turned into the parking lot to Angeles Stadium. You had never been a fan of baseball, so you wondered why he’d chosen this venue. He hopped out of the truck without a word and you followed suit. Then he took the cover off the back of his truck, revealing blankets, candles, a speaker, and bags filled with takeout. He extended his hand and helped you up, then clambered in behind you.

“Is this what you expected?” He asked, his competitive side resurfacing.

“Not at all. This all looks great, but to be honest, I’m not sure why you chose tailgating at a baseball game for our first date.”

A loud, cracking sound filled the air, and he happily glanced at the sky.

“That’s why,” he said, pointing up.

You glanced upwards to see the sky filled with hundreds of bright lights as dozens of fireworks launched into the air.

“When my family had just moved to the country we didn’t have a lot of money for entertainment. So, whenever the angels had a game, we would park our car and watch the fireworks.”

“Oh my God Ben. I love it.”

Ben grinned at your wide eyes, filled with joy that his surprise was a success.

“Well your about to love it even more.”

He whipped out his phone and turned on the speaker. Within seconds, Love of My life began playing.

“You remembered I love Queen. You remembered everything.”

Then you hung your head, filled with regret.

“What’s the matter love?” Ben asked, his voice etched with concern.

The sound of him calling you love filled your stomach with butterflies, but it only made you feel more guilty.

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve any of this. I was so horrible to you for so long.”

“Well you thought that I was an asshole. And frankly I deserved it. But none of that matters now. I love you. That’s all that matters.”

You froze upon hearing the words, and happy tears filled your eyes.