(A/N: yâall 2021 got me fucked up, sorry I havenât been active. I hope everyone had a hot person summer. Stay protected in sex, life, and the streets. Love you guys)
John isnât the partying type. He knows how to party but somehow with John, it can go from 0 to 100 quickly
So for his birthday you decided to stop by a party then have a romantic evening
Freddie wanted to fight on it slightly more but when he heard your ideas he thought they were great
First you made him breakfast in the morning
Then you took him to his favorite music store
After that you let the boys have him while you set up at Freddieâs
You hung up a huge sign, put out his favorite foods and drinks
Everyone was there with gifts, partying and trying to wait on John
When he got there you all yelled surprise, to which he was
He got you and a drink in his hands immediately after walking in
Roger tries to get the naughty side of John out early on but he held back for that night
âYou can have a good time John! My thing doesnât have to be right after this. We can have all night together whenever you want.â You told him
âI would like to remember the nice night my girlfriend had planned.â It still made you blush when he called you that. You nodded your head as you walked back into the living room with him
Everyone came to see him and have some small talk but all night he was paying attention to you
Every time someone came over he made sure you were included in the conversation
âI actually have to leave, me and Y/N have a night planned.â
âDonât be a bore! Stay a little longer.â Freddie begged with a wink. John blushed as he shook his head. You had picked up on other clues of the night that they knew something you didnât, or they knew what you had planned
âNot tonight Fred, Iâll see you in the morning. Thanks for the party.â Freddie raised a glass. Everyone followed and toasted to John. He pulled you by the waist and walked you both back to your house
When you got there you took him to the bedroom where you had everything set up, almost. You made him cover his eyes as you lit the candles and got out his gifts
âOkay, open.â You stood at the other end of the bed with a huge smile
âIs- is that a new bass?â
âBrian helped me with it. Look, we signed the back.â You showed him. He went over and laid a big kiss on your cheek.
âI love it.â
âOkay, Iâm going to get the champagne, you should⊠I donât know⊠get undressed maybe.â You smiled as you left the room
The rest of the night was spent with you two and you two alone
He played the bass for you, opened more gifts, drank, all of the good stuff
âI hope this night wasnât too like other nights.â You said as he played with your hair
âIt was perfect.â
âI got you one more thing.â You reached over. You felt him move around before you looked back over to him sitting up. You handed him a box that he gladly took and opened
It was ring engraved with the night you two met. He let out a chuckle before shifting around again. He then looked behind him, moving his arm back to the front
âYou beat me to it.â You looked down at the diamond ring he held in. You looked up at him as your hands covered your mouth. âMarry me Y/N Y/L/N because I donât just want a night, I want all of them.â
âYes! Are you kidding me? Yes!â Your arms went around him immediately, tackling him down. You passed kisses all over his face before taking the ring and putting it on. âItâs gorgeous John!â
âThe boys helped me.â He said as heâs eyes met yours. âYouâve made this the best ever.â
âIâve just been saying yes to everything tonight, huh?â You said as you looked down at yourself wrapped up in sheets. John blushed slightly before you grabbed his face and kissed him again. âOkay birthday boy, what next?â
âMhm, let me think.â He faked his thoughts as he leaned in closer and closer to kiss you
Other things you did:
You bought him a new camera
Made him dinner
Took pictures with him all night
Get everyone to sign a birthday for him to keep
Got him a neckless with you and him in it
Talked all night about a wedding and your future together
Wrote a note to the guys that whoever got there first would be dead if they came in without knocking (to which Roger knocked and didnât wait for an answer)
Set up a day trip for you two when he has an actual day off
Stayed with him all night
Made sure his favorite songs were played at the party
Danced with him at the party, even though no one can dance better than him
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He keeps making jokes and making you laugh all the time
Before the interview, he said to you that itâs weird because heâs never really done this with a s/o
But you both have lots of fun
The interviewer would sometimes make either direct or indirect questions about your relationship
Ben would immediately try to shift the conversation the what you both are there for (a movie, tv show, etc) if you become uncomfortable or if itâs too personal
He would rest an arm on the back of your chair, trying not to show too much PDA
You and Ben were always smiling throughout the interview
The interview Cracked up with you both
Ben would try to sneak looks at you will the interveiwer questions you both
a/n : HIIII welcome back to my writing! I miss all of ya so much :-] the other day i was hit with this thought of just being ababie arpund joe so here's a hc about that. Also, i wanna thank y'all for sticking with me when i was unactive several days ago...it means a lot to me!
also, i'm Chloe! Figured i will reveal my name after a while. People call me coco or cookie sometimes, so...let's be friend, i guess?
anyway, enjoy this hc!! âĄ
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so we all know about the virus, honestly i think i'm the latest person to write about this
but joe freaking mazzello 'course cannot stay sane that long without you, his 24/7 childhood best friend
so he asked you to move in with him when the whole quarantine thingy started
"Come on!!! You will have the world-famous, fanfastic dino-shaped pancakes by Chef La Mazzello every morning, (Y/N)."
that was his effort to persuade you
of course you said yes
"Fine, but it's only because of the pancakes."
no (Y/N) we ALL know it's because you're head over heels for him!!!
moving-in day
it's not the first time you've stayed at his house
but you were pretty nervous with the idea of living with him, everyday, him seeing you without any makeup, or anything
ESPECIALLY your habits of cleaning products...you tend to use baby shampoo and soaps
when you put your johnson baby wash in his bathroom, Joe frowned
"Whose baby is staying here?."
you stuttered, "uhh...it's weird, but, it's mine...dONT LAUGH OKAY JOE-"
too late
joe's dying on the floor
(((((bathroom floor))))
"(Y/N) yOU'RE AN ADULT."
you tickled him as an escape of your embarassment, feeling shy
"OKAY STOP STOP I'M SORRY!," he laughed
then ruffled your hair
"Even if you use dog shampoo, i'd still.."
you freezed
what's he going to say?!
joe took a moment before finishing his sentence
"....m-make yOU DINO-SHAPED PANCAKES! come on, (Y/L/N)! let's unpack your clothes after this."
then he went out of the bathroom
leaving you
red
and possibly close to having a sheer heart attack
grocery shopping with joe
on some days, joe (and you) is waAY to lazy to make efforts to eat
but at the same time you guys are hella hungry
so you guys order the classic chinese take-outs, or pizza maybe
but also in some days, you will go out grocery shopping with him and buy ingredients for dinner (with masks of course, wear your masks everyone!!!)
joe will grab cooking ingredients and other products
like milk
dairy-free milk because we all don't want joe screaming
anyways
Joe also grabs some chips
and snacks
then there's you grabbing baby snacks
gerber
happy baby
teethers cookies
all the good stuff
"Why..are you???????"
"Stop shaming my snacking behaviour!!! It's good okay,,," you said then running into another aisle
leaving mazzello
grinning
like that joe smile we all love
"Gosh, such a cutie..." he mumbled, then pushing the cart, following you
also he paid for the groceries even though you insisted to pay
ugh i love him
dinner time with joe
joe's not actually the worst italian chef
but he does need constant guiding and sometimes can be sloppy
you guys were cooking baked spaghetti that night, and thankfully it went okay
joe almost spilled the whole sauce from the pan but luckily you were there to stop him
so while waiting for the food to cook
joe decided to play some music off of his phone
and guess what he played
nope
not queen songs
BABY SHARK
the first verse came and you were laughing out loud
"Joe what the fuck???? What is thiiiis?."
joe is already bopping his head and throwing some dance moves
drop it like it's hoooooot-
"Aw come on baby (Y/L/N), bABY SHARK DOO DOO DO DO-"
so you joined him
AND YOU KNOW THE DANCE MOVES
yeah the clapping hands thingy
you guys were dancing so hard you both were sweating
Joe picked you up with his arms
you were a laughing mess and tried to get out of his grip when you both fell into his couch
you on top of him
and him under you
"....joe?"
for a moment you thought joe is going to kiss you
and he reached you cheek
DING!
the oven dings
joe shuffled and you quickly stood up
"I'll check it!," you said while running to the kitchen
SIS your heart was POUNDING because was he going to kiss you????
joe was also a blushing mess
"mazzello you dumb...," he whispered while rubbing his face
then chased you into the kitchen
dinner went a bit awkward
because you both are dumb dorks
but it went over and you guys washes dishes together then got ready for bed
bedtime!!!!
Joe does have a guest room in his house
but he said that the room is currently unavailable
under the following reasons of
"it's messy," and "it has a lot of stuff in it!." "my room's more spacious."
he really just want to have you with him in his bed (Y/N) come on!!!!
so you agreed to sleep with him
because of course you also can't wait to cuddle with him
ehm okay moving on so
you changed into your pajama
and it has gudetama patterns
joe chuckled when he saw you after changing your clothes
"I swear (Y/N), you're a baby trapped in an adult's body."
you pull out your tongue playfully then joined him
joe was scrolling his instagram, and you were checking out your emails
joe then pulled you closer to him
"You're cold, you need more warmth from me," he said, as an excuse
you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder
you did not realize it, but you were feeling sleepy and slowly you lulled off on his chest
joe waS SO hAPPY AND IS A BLUSHING MESS I TELL YOU
because this is exactly the thing he loved the most about you
the domestic side of you, your bare face and your sleepy figure
he turned off the lights as careful as possible
he don't want his baby to wake up
he cuddled you closer and realized
this is what he wanted to see before he's off to the clouds
so let's all hope the man will gain the courage to ask you out
Hey there, was hoping to make a request? Can I get something where the borhap boys move into an apartment next to yours after they've finished filming. The reader is a massive fan of Queen and BoRhap, but she doesn't know that its them who've moved in? One day she's practicing playing guitar or something and heres heaps of music so she goes to ask if they can turn it down and then realises its them? Maybe they have some jam sessions or maybe a romance buds from it? Thanks!
Iâm gonna go with Gwilym because I donât have nearly enough of him in my masterlist. Thanks for the request, honey!! I love this concept xx
Fucking hell.Â
This was the third night in a row. You groaned, shoving a pillow over your ears. The electric guitar in the apartment next to yours was basically shaking your bedroom walls. Did they have no consideration for people around them? It was - you rolled over to check the time - 9pm.Â
Oh.Â
Okay, so maybe it was totally justified that they were playing guitar. Still, did it have to be so loud? You rolled over, keeping the pillow pressed against your ears, calculating in your head how much sleep youâd be getting before you had to get up for work in the ungodly hours of the morning. Your mind wandered to your next door neighbour, not that youâd met them. Or seen them. In your half-awake state, you wondered what kind of person they were. To practise guitar in the evening, very well but very loudly. To have left boxes strewn in the hallway. So they were a cluttered, messy artist, but talented enough to get away with it. Exactly your type.
Some time later, how long you couldnât tell, they were still playing the guitar just as loudly as they were (assumingly) a couple hours ago. They were repeating the same thing over and over, and it was getting so annoying and you were so frustrated, that you couldnât take it anymore. With a huff, you threw your covers back and threw on a hoodie over your pyjamas and fixed your hair so it wasnât so terribly messy, basically storming out your apartment and banging on the door next to yours.
Behind the door, you heard the guitar stop abruptly, and you let out a small sigh of relief. Perhaps it was the sleep deprivation, but you swore your ears were ringing. You didnât cease your loud knocking, your fist banging against the door making it shake. You heard some shuffling behind the door, and a huff of frustration.
âIâm coming!â The exasperated manly voice startled you slightly, and even more so when the door opened and you nearly punched the man in front of you in the face; luckily he ducked out of the way in time.Â
âWoah!âÂ
âShit, sorry!â you dropped your hand, and suddenly it registered who was standing in front of you.Â
Gwilym fucking Lee.
For some reason, the first thought that crossed your mind was that he didnât seem like the loud musician type. Wasnât he an actor?
You literally stumble sideways in shock, but lean against the doorframe to play it off like you meant to. He ignored your apology, his eyebrows raising at your awkwardness and initial, arguably justified, frustration.Â
It occurred to you that your âoutfit,â or lack thereof, and messy hair, was completely inadequate and you crossed your arms across your chest. Gwilym was, on the other hand, dressed to the nines; smart pants, sweater, sneakers, and glasses perched on his nose.Â
âCan I help you?â He seemingly couldnât hide the sassy tone in his voice, and despite being a big fan of his work, you let out a huff. You couldnât believe the guy was such an asshole.
âI mean, yeah, do you know how loud you were being? Some of us need sleep.â You rubbed your eyes; on purpose for dramatic purposes or not, you werenât even sure yourself. Gwilym glanced down at his watch, and his mouth formed an âoâ shape. Maybe it was later than you thought; youâd merely stumbled out of your apartment after what seemed an endless amount of tossing and turning to the thumping music.Â
âI guess I lost track of time. I am sorry, actually.â He seemed genuine, and it melted your heart and softened your resolve immediately. The entire atmosphere changed within an instant.
âItâs okay. Iâm sorry for being so snappy,â you gave him a shy smile, ignoring the thumping in your heart at his return of your smile, and you continued, âJust keep it down, please?â
âI willâŠâ he trailed off, looking at you with raised eyebrows.
âY/N.â You stuck your hand out, and he shook it.
âGwilym.âÂ
âI know.â You gave him an amused smirk, turning to leave.
âYou do? Why didnât you say anything?â He chuckled softly.Â
âWelcome to the building, Gwilym,â you chimed over your shoulder, going back into your apartment with the biggest smile plastered on your face and butterflies swarming in your stomach. Little did you know that they matched Gwilymâs.
this request was originally a blurb but then i wrote a few thousand words and it turned to a fic. so. oops?
WC: 3.3k
warnings: none besides typos!! only ONE curse word.
John Green once said, âAs he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.â
And as a hopeless romantic, Y/N has wished since the original publication of the novel said quote appeared in (The Fault in Our Stars; one of her more modern favorites) that she could relate. In even the slightest!
Although, it was quite hard being a hopeless romantic who had absolutely zero men who were even slightly interested in her, zero social skills, and zero opportunity to fall in love with anybody.Â
Until today.Â
Y/N works at a bookshop in the corner of a quiet East Sussex street, in a town called Rye. The shop is squished between a small deli and a bland boutique that sells flowy shirts she swears sheâs seen her grandmother wear on a few occasions.Â
The store itself is quaint and small; an absolutely staggering number of seven whole bookshelves filled to the brim with words, a lounging area, and her desk where she also had an old cash register. Y/N often worked alone, as the owner had other businesses and placed almost all her trust in Y/N. The girl was completely okay with working alone.Â
After stalling at the coffee shop, she makes her way across the street to the book shop where she works with one other person; the owner of the shop.Â
Y/Nâs life is very monotone, and to other people, extremely boring. But not to her.Â
Y/Nâs entire life exists in a 5 block radius of East Sussex. She goes to the grocery store sometimes, but thatâs about as far away she gets from her apartment and sheâs completely okay with that. She eats takeout a lot, anyways.
As pathetic as that sounds, this is probably the happiest Y/N has been in her entire life. Besides when she adopted her cat. That was a very close second in her book.Â
Y/N was completely satisfied with her life. Sheâd talk with the woman who owned the book store she lived in, would greet her mailman with a cheery smile every morning. She knew everybody and everybody knew her. She was friends--scratch that, acquaintances-- with everybody who was around her. And thatâs how she liked it.Â
In fifth grade, Y/N was bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to find a love like she saw in the movies her big sister watched on the TV all the time. While other kids her age were watching Finding Nemo, Y/N was watching Pretty Woman.Â
Then one day, Dale Erdelac, otherwise known as Y/Nâs crush, asked her to be his girlfriend during lunch. She stood there with her mouth full of sharp metal braces and her heart full of adrenaline and butterflies. She said yes all too quickly.Â
Needless to say, Dale wasnât serious. Y/N found out a few hours later that it wasnât, in fact, a serious proposal. It was a dare from his snotty little friends. Y/N cried a lot more than sheâd like to admit that day.Â
It would be completely immature and nonsensical if the only reason Y/Nâs love life was so disappointing was because of a dumb mouth-breather in fifth grade. Itâs not, but thatâs definitely part of it.Â
Y/N has never truly been in love.Â
Her mom tries to tell her she has, but she knows she hasnât. She dated a guy in high school for two years just to pass the time. She told him âI love youâ and he said it back, but she didnât feel love. She didnât feel the speeding up of her heartbeat when she saw him, or the warmth that spreads across your chest when they laugh like the pretty girls talk about in the movies.Â
Her older sister, Peyton, tells her to move on a lot. âThat fairytale love doesnât exist,â sheâd say, âitâs a creative outlet for fictional writers to display their nonsense dreams and desires. It can exist in your head, but never in real life.âÂ
Thatâs what she said every time.Â
Y/N ignored her and kept on living her life in the small bubble of 5 blocks in Rye.Â
She was happy. She told herself that. No, she knew she was happy. She was secure! What else could she want in life?Â
And then he showed up.Â
The tiny bookstore in the corner of the block didnât get a lot of visitors (although that could be easily inferred due to the description of the little community there). Y/N pretty much knew the name and story of every single person who stepped foot into the shop.Â
Until one day, she didnât anymore.Â
It was a cold January day; not the kind where the wind pierces your skin like daggers. It was the kind of cold that felt dry; like it was sucking the water out of your body through your skin and leaving behind a red numbness in its wake.Â
A man walked in. He was tall and blonde, muscular and carried a chaotically calming energy. His eyes raked over the book store slowly, as if he was trying to imprint the old wooden rocking chairs and chipped bookshelves in his mind forever.Â
It was like every move he made had a perfectly logical purpose.Â
Y/N watched him intently from across the room, hidden by a pile of books sheâd been meaning to put away for more than an hour now. She was so intrigued by him it made her stomach do a backflip. This was unusual for her.Â
As soon as the man started looking her way, she looked down into the book sitting open on her lap, scrambling to pretend she was deep in thought over the passage she was reading.Â
Her pupils glossed over the same paragraph three times, but she couldnât comprehend a single word knowing he was in the same room as her.Â
âExcuse me?â
Y/Nâs body jolted slightly due to the sudden sound of his deep voice. She was the only one in the bookshop at the moment, as the owner had gone home for the day and it was her turn to close up. The store was never populated by more than six people at a time, and it would be especially dead considering New Yearâs Eve was two days ago.Â
âWhat can I help you with?â she spoke, mentally slapping herself for the way her voice sounded. It was pinched and sounded like a squeak. She cleared her throat desperately to return it to its normal sound.Â
âIâm looking for a book.â
âWhat kind of book?â
âWell... thatâs what I need your help with.âÂ
She smiled as an involuntary blush made its way to her already rosy cheeks, âI think I can help you.âÂ
She stood up and walked from behind the desk, beckoning the tall blonde man to go with her. The pair made their way to the bookshelves in awkward and palpable silence. The girl was panicking- she had no idea what to say.Â
âI was wondering if you had any recommendations?â The Brit added to the nonexistent conversation.Â
Y/N thought for a moment, â...well, Iâm not sure what kind of person you are, but I recommend any classic literature to people who ask.âÂ
âDoes the type of person I am happen to determine the type of books I like?â
âItâs the only thing that determines what type of books you like.â
The girl turned around, her fingers lightly dancing over the spines of the books as she walked. The tall man was on her heels, seemingly just as intrigued by her and she was with him.Â
âOf course we have Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, To Kill A Mockingbird, Wuthering Heights, and of course, my favorite of all time, The Great Gatsby.â She was picking out the books from their places on the shelves that she had memorized over her six years of working here. She knew the placement of books and authors like the back of her hand.
The man gazed at the pile of books in her arms thoughtfully, before meeting her eyes. âIâll take it.âÂ
âWhich one?âÂ
âAll of them.âÂ
She grinned at his eagerness.Â
--
After ringing up his books and a slight burst of confidence, Y/N was able to discover the manâs name and his reason for suddenly buying four books two days after New Yearâs Eve.Â
Ben (a name she thought suited him particularly well) was starting a New Yearâs Resolution; read one book a month. He confided in her his self-doubt on his ability, but with a small grin, she said she believed in him. His smile grew as he picked up the bag and left.Â
Y/N couldâve cursed herself into oblivion for not getting his number.Â
--
The girl walked across the street that next morning, balancing a coffee and a copy of the newest book that had arrived at the store.Â
That was one of the best perks of her job, she thought. Access to the newest stories. While she pondered the last chapter she had read of her book, a blonde head of hair in the distance caught her eye.Â
âExcuse me?â a very familiar voice spoke. Y/Nâs cheeks almost immediately flushed at those two words. Deja Vu.Â
âYouâre back!â she spoke, almost as to question why. Itâs not often someone new comes back twice, much less is standing at the door before she even gets there.
âI am,â he spoke breathily, scratching the back of his neck, âI wanted to come back to... well...â he trailed off, eyes dancing to the floor.Â
Y/N waited patiently for him to say what he meant to (she knew thatâs what sheâd want if she was in his shoes).
âI needed to get your name, at least. I wouldnât be able to live with myself if I didnât.âÂ
The girl bit the inside of her cheek to stop her mouth from stretching into a grin that was a mile long. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she stared at her shoes for a moment.Â
She made direct eye contact with Benâs hazel eyes and smiled, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose slightly.Â
âY/N.â
âY/N,â he repeated, his eyes going hazy as he thought about it. Â
Ben followed her inside and sat down next to her desk quickly, almost as if he was afraid heâd run out of time.Â
âI read The Great Gatsby yesterday... you said that one was your favorites, right?âÂ
Y/N nodded, taking a delicate sip from the paper cup of coffee still in her hand.Â
âRight. Well. I have a few questions.âÂ
Y/N nodded vigorously. She could practically feel the twinkle in her eye, âIâm all ears.â
--
Y/N went home that day with a swarm of butterflies making a home in the pits of her stomach. Ben had spent the better part of four hours with her, discussing the book he read and many, many other things.Â
When Ben left the shop that day, she had learned that his favorite color was clear (he thought it made him quirky) and he had a dog named Frankie. Y/N saw quite a few pictures of Frankie that day. She was a cat person, but she couldnât tell if it was the dog or the way Benâs eyes lit up when he talked about her that made her heart swell.Â
She also learned that Ben hated reading, and that he was mildly confused as to why he seemed to enjoy the Great Gatsby so much.Â
âItâs got to be because of you,â he mused, âIâve never enjoyed reading a book until this one.âÂ
Y/N also learned that Ben was an incredibly smooth talker.Â
He made her blush and giggle like a school-girl almost all day. It physically pained Y/N when she had to leave him alone to help a customer. She wished she could sit there and bask in him and all that he was.Â
Y/N wasnât positive if love at first sight existed before, but now she hadnât been more positive of anything in her entire life.Â
--
Y/N hadnât had anyone new to talk to in years (she wishes that was an exaggeration).Â
So you could definitely imagine the girlâs surprise to see a young British man with a shared admiration for the Great Gatsby at the book shop again before opening time.Â
The day prior seemed to repeat itself. And then, every single day after that.Â
For three months, Ben would come to the book store and wait outside for Y/N to come and open up. And Y/N spent three weeks barely getting any sleep and talking to her cat about how excited she was to see Ben the next day.Â
Y/N and Ben got very close.Â
Insanely close.Â
So close to the point that Ben knew every single secret she had kept to herself. He knew the name of her first pet and childhood address (which she realized Ben could easily use to change the passwords on innumerable online shopping accounts).Â
Ben knew about the one time she had an allergic reaction to a medicine she was on when she was younger, and he even knew about fucking Dale. That was a story Y/N kept to herself. But she told Ben.Â
But this relationship was definitely not onesided. Y/N knew just about everything there was to know about Ben.Â
She knew the names of his childhood best friends and his favorite flavor of ice cream. She knew about the one time he got arrested when he was a teenager because he was lighting off fireworks in the street at 3 am. She also knew that Ben was an actor that was currently working on a new film. But she wanted to know even more.Â
Ben left every day at around 11:30. Y/N had no idea where he went or what he did, but he was never more than five minutes late before he stood up, gave her a big smile and left.Â
Y/N had never been in love before but she knew with every fiber of her being, with every bone, muscle, and cell in her body that she was in love with Ben.Â
And almost as soon as she realized this, there came some news.Â
Earth-shattering, heart-wrenching news.Â
He was leaving.Â
âI have to go back to the states to finish this film in three days,â he muttered into the quiet air of the book store he had grown so familiar with, âand I wonât be back for at least two months.âÂ
Y/N could physically feel her heart drop in unison with the butterflies in her stomach. He was leaving, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.Â
She had given him a sad smile and taken a thoughtful sip of the tea sitting on her desk.Â
âOh well. Guess Iâll see you in two months, right?âÂ
"Yeah,â Ben said with a grimace, âright.âÂ
--
The two of them spent those last few days talking quickly; trying to fit as many words into as little amount of time as possible. It felt like they were suffocating with how fast they were talking and how fast the conversation was moving. Her head would hurt at trying to process so many conversations and stories and little peccadilloes the pair were hurling at each other.Â
It was like they were making up for the time the two of them knew they were going to lose.Â
On Benâs last day, Y/N told him of her fear of love and the lack thereof in her life. She told him of her strong desire to be able to relate to the John Green quote. He didnât say much to that.Â
She was so in love with him. And she didnât think he was in love with her.Â
His flight was at 1:00 that day. He left at noon instead of 11:30. Y/N felt her heartbeat increase as the seconds passed by for that last half hour, almost like she was genuinely frightened of him leaving.Â
He said goodbye with the first hug the pair ever shared and a light kiss to the top of the head. Y/Nâs face was comparable to a fire hydrant.Â
Ben swore he would keep in contact, but with the differing time zones, Y/N knew deep down that wouldnât happen.Â
So, with a heavy heart, she caught up on some things around the shop she had been slacking on these past few weeks.Â
She blinked away the tears in her eyes a few times, mentally shaming herself for being so upset this man she met three months earlier was leaving. She shouldâve known. Or even better, she shouldâve said something.Â
The girl watched in agony as the clock hit 1:00 that afternoon, and felt a pang in her chest as she thought of him jetting far, far, away from her.Â
He would never remember her. She was a quiet girl who worked in a quiet bookshop that was located in a quiet corner of an even quieter town. There was nothing she could do.Â
She started sweeping lazily, letting the broom lightly drag across the floor. She didnât even acknowledge the fact that she wasnât sweeping anything up.Â
She almost peed her pants, though, when a loud noise sounded throughout the otherwise empty bookshop and the door was thrown open the fastest itâs been in its entire life. So fast, in fact, that it fell off its hinges and onto the floor, simultaneously shattering the glass panes that made up the middle.
The girl stumbled backward in shock, her heart pumping not only because of the loud noise, but also because of the person who broke the door.Â
Ben.Â
The widest smile to ever adorn her pretty face was stretching across her lips. In an adrenaline filled moment, she was off the floor and in his arms. He was stiff and shocked at first, but almost immediately melted into her strangely warm embrace.Â
âWhat are you doing? Your flight was supposed to leave 15 minutes ago!â Y/N exclaimed, the confusion finally finding its way to her intricate brain.Â
âI-I couldnât do it. Not without telling you something first.âÂ
Y/Nâs heart was beating so hard she swore he could see it pounding out of her chest like it does in the cartoons.Â
âThereâs really no easy way to do this, but here goes nothing,â Ben spoke, clearing his throat, âY/N, I know we havenât known each other for that long but I really, really, really like y-âÂ
Before the beautiful, perfect man could finish his sentence, Y/N was pushing her lips against his in a mad frenzy to release a tension that had been palpable for months.Â
Ben melted into the kiss faster than he melted into the hug, his lips moving against hers oh-so-perfectly.Â
It felt like they were made to be together.Â
It felt like Y/N had been searching for the final puzzle piece to her life for 27 years, and now here she was, standing in the middle of the bookshop on the corner with the glass door shattered on the floor, finally finishing her life-long puzzle.Â
âI think I love you.â
âI think I love you too,â she whispered into the quiet that had again settled over the bookstore.Â
Maybe Y/N didnât fall in love while watching Ben read, as John Green said one of his characters did. But she did fall in love like she fell asleep.Â
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what can I say, I'm a sucker for domestic ben. thank you @benhvrdysâ for the inspiration you beautiful soul //  just your local Ben Hardy hoe đ
When Benâs home, he loves to have little at home spa dates with youÂ
This means heâs got a hoodie, sweats, and long socks thrown on. A headband to pull those short curls back as you apply a face mask to his face
heâs got his eyes closed, a small smile curling onto his lips. His hands rest on the back of your thighs or on your waist as you stand between his legs
when you tell him youâre done applying it, he peeks up at you and grins with so much joy. his hands squeeze your body as you swap places and Ben applies a face mask on you
When youâre laying in bed or on the couch, waiting for the masks to dry, Ben tends to ask you if youâre in the mood for a color change and you canât help but say yes because Ben is just so
Youâll tell him to surprise you and heâll pick from your small collection of nail polishes before he removes your old nail polish from your toes and set your foot on his thigh
His eyebrows are furrowed, tongue peeping out between his lips as he concretes on painting your toes.Â
Ben doesnât do the best job, but he always makes sure to not paint your skin. if he does, heâll use his pinky nail to clean the cuticle or area because âitâs what the nail technicians doâ
Ben gets mani and pedis when he knows heâs leaving for a trip, whether it be a fashion show or for a project or award on a regular basis (every two to four weeks)
first, he was super shy about it bc he never seen any guys go before when heâd accompany you but then he noticed a couple guys and wanted to give it a try
loves it, absolutely loves it. His favorite part is the foot rub that doesnât last long, especially after being on his feet for a project
itâs the point where you no longer ask him to come long, heâs the one who invites youÂ
âlove, I need a manicure, might you join me?â
Ben doesnât like sheet masks. theyâre either too small or too big and theyâre so slimy and cold. he enjoys peel off masks a lotÂ
It takes a lot to convince him to let you tweeze his eyebrows
âbaby, theyâre not bad but just a little clean upâ
after a lot of softy kisses and reassuring that you wouldnât touch the âimportantâ areas, he sits with his face tilted towards you, hands on your waist, face trying to stay still through the painful ones
âthis is the last bloody time I let you do thisâ
pfft
When Benâs out of the country and finds himself at shops, heâll call youÂ
âdid we run out of that coffee mask?âÂ
âthey have a load of products from Korea, should I pick some up?â
âbaby, whatâs the name of the moisturizer I love? I forgot to pack it and I'm at the shopping centre with Joeâ
absolutely packs skin care and does them with the guys
the day you deep conditioned his hair, there was no looking backÂ
self-care also is not just skin care, but other little things too !!
Sometimes Ben and you just sit on the couch, beers on the coffee table, bowl of pasta on your laps and a movie youâve watched about ten times already
going through your clothes and picking out ones that you no longer have interest in or no longer fit and moving them to the donation piles you have in the closetÂ
Baths, baths, baths,
some days youâll have your back pressed to benâs chest and others heâll have his back pressed to your chestÂ
on days where your pressed to Benâs chest, heâll press soft kisses to your neck, drag his fingers through your hair, tell you about his day and ask about yours, tell you about his anxieties for upcoming auditions and parts, tell you how much he loves you
when heâs pressed to your chest, you like to run to your fingers through his hair and over his muscles, which gets the tension out and gets to finally relax. you ask him about random little things, you mention that Joe called earlier that day to check up on you and ask you for a recipe (ben canât help but laugh)
some days, when youâre both so tense and stressed from work and life, you go down and get pampered at a literal spa
and all I can imagine it ben with a towel wrapped around his hair and walking in a bathroom with fuzzy slippers and flute of champagne/mimosa in his hand
in conclusion, ben loves self care and he gets his regular mani and pedi and he is the worldâs softest hardyÂ
Hi! Please could write something cute and fluffy about Gwil and reader being all cute and domestic on their anniversary? If itâs not too much trouble x
Hi! Sorry this was extremely late! I have no real excuses except school and a whole fuck ton of procrastination! Here ya go! Sorry! Thanks for requesting, love ya! Xoxo
Gwil anniversary fluff
Five years, five whole years had been spent together with Gwil. While the years had seemed to fly by, youâd never felt closer to or more loved by him than right now.
Youâd shared lovely anniversaries in the past, days that had been spent going on road trips, touring new museums or simply having a nice, quiet dinner together. This one, however, seemed different.
Gwil knew that you werenât one for loud, huge displays of affection. Rather, it was the quiet, detailed yet simple things that touched your heart. Simply being with him was enough. However, he wanted this anniversary to be extra special.
After a day spent at a newly opened art gallery and dinner at a quiet but elegant restaurant, the two of you made it home to your apartment. Situating yourself into one of the comfy armchairs that sat in your living room, you opened up a book feeling content. While the day had been wonderful, Gwil following you as your toured the gallery, intent on seeing all of the marvellous pieces of art, this was your favourite part of it. You loved the peacefulness that existed within your homely, cozy apartment and you enjoyed being able to read together in peaceful silence.
Gwil had gone to your shared bedroom, possibly to grab a script for a new project, and you waited in your living room whilst reading. Too engrossed in the novel, you didnât see him enter the living room, or begin to kneel down on one knee while plucking a small, black box from a pocket of his trousers. Only when he cleared his throat did you look up.
You looked at him, looked at the box, looked at him once more and then began to stammer profusely. Looking at the elegant ring perched gracefully in the small box you found your heart racing a mile a minute.
âI...um...wait, wait, are you like - are you proposing?â You stammered out, before the poor lad could answer, hurried, nervous words had come tumbling out of your mouth. âHoly shit, holy shit, ohmygodholyfreakingshit!â Seeing the fearful look upon his face, youâd begun to backtrack, âI mean, yes! Yes, of course, of course Iâll marry you I just - Ohmygod, I just canât believe this is actually happening!â
A mischievous smile replaced Gwilâs fearful expression and he started to move the ring away from you, âI mean, if you really donât want it, I can just return it...â
You swatted him on the shoulder before enveloping him into a tight hug, âshut up, I was just surprised is all. Of course itâs a yes, I love you, you big idiot.â
âI love you too,â Gwil said, beaming as he hugged you back.