Hello I was wondering if I can request a dating headcon for ben hargreeves (6) from the umbrella academy 🥰
Ben is a ghost, so your relationship was kind of hard at first
you had abilities like Klaus which is the reason you two met.
you were sitting by the lake venting to yourself and cursing the world, when he appeared and asked “who did something to you and what that made you hate the entire world?” of course he wondering to himself not knowing that you could hear him.
- “Jesus! you startled me! who the hell are you and how did you get here?” you asked.
- “wait, you can see me?” he was shocked and that was the beginning of a friendship that ended up being a relationship
You’d kiss a lot, but unfortunately never feel it
Sometimes when you’re out, you’d give him a quick kiss or talk to each other, while other people thought you were a crazy woman who’s talking to herself or has an imaginary boyfriend
He introduced you to Klaus and the three of you would often hang out
One time you were ‘cuddling’ in bed and watching a movie when he admitted that he loved you. You said it back and when you kissed this time, it was different. Suddenly you could feel him and he started to appear
Since he’s a ghost, he never slept. Instead, he’d watch over you or watch you sleep (which could be a little creepy sometimes)
Ever since he could hold things with his hands, he started bringing you breakfast in bed everyday
You’d play on the PlayStation or Xbox together. That was all Ben wanted while he was an invisible ghost
He’s still childish and it’s like the mind of a 12 year old was stuck in the body of an adult man, but that wasn’t a problem since you were childish too sometimes
Summary: Periods are usually full of ups and downs, a bumpy ride, especially emotionally. This time, however, your emotions are all over the place as you just started taking the pill. But nothing could prepare you for the emotional roller coaster ride that ensues, especially as Ben comes home earlier from filming abroad.
Word Count: 2631 (oops?)
Warnings: none I think? Unless you count bad writing and talks about periods as one?
A/N: This is my first time writing something and actually publishing it. I hope you enjoy it!
It was a quiet Saturday night. You and Frankie were alone in the flat you and Ben moved into almost a year ago and although Frankie was a sweet pup, you still felt terribly lonely. The reason was simple.
Hormones.
Birth control pills, to be exact.
The two of you had been talking about you going on birth control one quiet night when you were cuddled up on the sofa, a trashy tv show playing on the tv. You had been having troubles with your period for quite some time now and your doctor suggested using birth control to get it back on track. It wasn’t serious so you didn’t think about it too much. Ben then joked that he would be able to find out what sex without a condom feels like, but it might have been the light buzz of the wine you had opened during dinner. Neither of you mentioned it again, but the thought never left your mind. So, as soon as Ben told you when he would be leaving for filming, you made an appointment with your gyn and asked for a prescription of the pill, which you had promptly received.
Now, it was about 3 weeks later and you were on your first period while being on the pill and it was… Something.
Obviously, you and your doctor talked about the side effects of the pill and she told you about what to expect during the first three months, but you did not expect for the side effects to hit you nearly as hard as they did.
Besides light nausea shortly after taking the pill the first few days, you thought that the little hormone pills were treating you good. Until your first period arrived.
One advantage of taking birth control pills was that your cramps would be less intense and your periods in general would be easier on you. Or at least that’s what everyone told you. What they forgot to mention, though, was that the first period on the pill might not be that easy on you.
And so, you were drowning in self-pity.
Your period had started a day late, it was a Friday morning and you awoke with pain in your abdomen. Groaning, you turned around, trying to reach for Ben, but your hand only managed to find Frankie, curled up into a tiny ball of fur, laying on Ben’s side of the bed. A sigh escaped your lips as you remembered that he was still filming and only supposed to come back next week. No matter how often he left, your mind never ceased to forget that he wasn’t there when you woke up.
Tears welled up in your eyes. How badly you needed him at this moment to just hold you. Maybe make you breakfast in bed. And give you back rubs. And treat you like a queen. Just for today.
Nonetheless, you pushed through the day. Although your emotions were all over the place (you had yelled at three people, cried as you found out that you ran out of your favourite cereal, laughed your arse off at Frankie trying to catch her own tail and all of that even before leaving for work), the cramps were intense and your head felt as though a truck ran over it, you got through the whole work day. You couldn’t have been happier when you came home, greeted by Frankie’s happy barking and the warmth of your flat.
The rest of your day, you had spent on the couch in the living room, eating pizza, watching whatever was on tv whenever your pain killers didn’t knock you out and Ben even called sometime during the evening.
Ben always called you when he was gone. It was only on very rare occasions that he didn’t manage to call you and talk with you sometime during the day and even on those days, he recorded a voice message before passing out on his bed and making up for the missed call as soon as possible.
Your phone calls with Ben were almost therapeutic. Both of you managed to talk about anything that was bothering you. Whether it was your annoying colleagues, a scene that worried him, or just talking about the dreams you two had and trying to make up the funniest meanings. One time, you two managed to talk about how your dream about stargazing meant that you possessed the ability to live in space and were actually born as a product of a star dying, but you couldn’t go back because you needed the doctor to help you and so you needed to wait for him and his Tardis to appear.
This time, it was just him being overly excited about how well everything was going and how awesome everyone on set was. You really wanted to tell him how bad you felt, but that would also ruin the surprise of telling him that you guys wouldn’t need a condom the next time you two were in the heat of the moment.
And now, it was Saturday night. You had barely moved from your seat on the couch unless you really had to, like when you had to go on a walk with Frankie, go to the bathroom yourself or get open the door for the delivery person bringing yet another order of yours. Last night, you had seen a tv trailer for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and you couldn’t stop a few stray tears from falling as you stared into Dumbledore’s sickly pale face. You already knew back then that you would regret watching that movie. But you did it anyway.
You couldn’t stop the tears from falling, not even if you tried, as you watched the heart-breaking scenes take place.
As you were so busy wailing like a baby, wrapped up in your favourite blanket with an empty cup of tea on the coffee table and empty take out boxes and chocolate wrappers splayed out all over the coffee table, you did not notice Frankie jumping up with curiosity at something she heard.
You also didn’t hear the jingling of the keys in the lock of your flat.
Or the sound of a bag dropping in the living room.
Not even the sound of an incredibly deep laughter managed to pull you out of your trance.
You flinched as you felt a hand on your shoulder, the sudden touch scaring you, and a shrill scream escaped your lips. In a moment of fear, your body involuntarily tried to move to the other end of the couch, your abdomen cramping up at the unexpected movement. You whimpered softly at the pain, wrapping your arms around yourself in an effort to ease the pain at least a bit.
“Hey, princess, it’s me, calm down.”, Ben almost laughed at your reaction. Until he noticed your dishevelled appearance.
Your hair was all over the place, your eyes bloodshot from the little amount of sleep you caught the previous night and the many crying sessions you had over the past 48 hours. Your cheeks were puffy and flushed and tear streaks stained your skin. Chocolate was smeared in the corner of your lips.
You were wearing one of Ben’s old sweatshirts which he should have gotten rid off ages ago, but you always saved it from its doom in the trash by saying that it was far too comfortable to throw it away.
Pants had long been abandoned, or at least Ben assumed so as he saw one of your bare legs sticking out from under the blanket that he knew you only pulled out if you were in need of comfort.
“Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?”, Ben was now worried. He had never seen you like this before. He was now kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, grasping your hands. This only caused more tears to fall. You had officially ruined the surprise. Ben wasn’t supposed to be home yet. He was scheduled to come next week, when your period was over and you were feeling great.
But there he was, seated in front of you, his green eyes staring right into your own (y/e/c) orbs, trying to put together the pieces, but failing.
Frankie had now joined you, laying her head comfortingly in your lap, almost like she was trying to encourage you to tell him what was going on. And you tried.
But all you managed to get out was a weird brabbled speech.
“He-he- Dumbledore, he died and I cried, but you weren’t supposed to find out until Thursday, when you came back and you were not supposed to be here yet. But now he died and you’re here but you shouldn’t be. And Frankie was supposed to help and- and I didn’t want to watch it, but it just kind of happened because I cannot resist Harry Potter and you know that.”, you didn’t make sense. Not to Ben, not to yourself.
“Y/N, are you drunk, love?” Ben was now trying not to burst out laughing, gently placing his hands on your cheeks and wiping the fresh tears away from your cheeks.
“No, I’m not, I haven’t had a sip of alcohol in months! Oh wait, that’s a lie. I’m lying to you and myself. It was just last week. I’m not an alcoholic, though, I swear.”, you sobbed, defending yourself.
“Then what’s going on, love?” soft giggles emerged from Ben’s lips as he watched you. He really didn’t want to, but watching you was more than just hilarious.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment. A new wave of tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him.
“I started taking birth control pills, but didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you. And now I’m on my period and you’re home early and ruined the surprise. I had it all planned out! Wanted to cook for you, wear something sexy, seduce you and tell you that you wouldn’t need a condom, but now you’re here and caught me crying over a movie I have seen a few hundred times already.” You were watching Ben’s face closely, awaiting some kind of negative reaction.
“Oh, love, really? You put yourself through all this stress for me?”, Ben was amazed. You nodded silently, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you would only keep on sobbing.
Ben now moved onto the couch, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms tightly around you.
“I love you, Y/N. I really do. Thank you so much.”, whispered Ben as he ran his hand through your hair, trying to calm you. Nothing but love and adoration were in his voice, and the moment would have been perfect, if it wasn’t for Frankie suddenly barking. Neither of you had noticed that you were almost crushing the little dog in between your bodies as you hugged and were now feeling unbelievably sorry.
“Tell you what, love. I’ll clean up a bit while you move to the bedroom and then we’ll cuddle and I’ll rub your belly. How does that sound?”, asked Ben, softly kissing your temple as he wiped away the last stray tears on your cheeks.
“Sounds perfect. Marry me please?”, you asked, only half joking. Ben chuckled as he got up and placed a kiss onto your lips, then wiped at the corner to wipe away the chocolate that was still smeared there. A light giggle left your lips as you watched your beloved boyfriend disappear in the hallway, probably to grab a bin or something to get rid off the trash. You followed him shortly after, your blanket wrapped around you, walking on shaky legs into the bedroom and dropping your tired body on the bed.
Just as you were about to doze off, you heard the sound of Frankie’s paws hitting the floor before she tried to jump onto the bed. A soft smile grew on your lips as you moved to look at her, gently petting her.
“Thank you so much for sneaking into my flat a few years back, you little rascal. Without you I may have never met your hooman and we wouldn’t be right here right now. My life wouldn’t be the same without you two.”, you whispered lovingly to her.
“Our lives wouldn’t be the same without you either, Y/N.”, mumbled Ben from the doorway of the room. He had a glass of water in one hand, a heating pad in the other. He gave you a soft smile, that one special smile that only you got to see. It was so soft, barely noticeable at times, yet so full of love and adoration. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little more whenever he smiled that special smile.
He set the glass on the nightstand, then opened his fist to drop a pain killer next to it.
“Just in case you need one. Don’t feel like getting up again.”, Ben explained in a mumble. You nodded.
He then changed into his pyjamas before he lay next to you, moving as close as possible. Grabbing the heating pad, he turned it on and gently placed it on your tummy as you lay with your head on his chest. His heartbeat was calming to you. You knew that he was alright and safe, right there next to you.
“Hey, love?” Ben’s voice was soft.
“Yes, love?”, you asked in reply, looking up at him. You hadn’t felt this content in a while, not since Ben left for filming, and you didn’t want for that moment to end. Ben was grinning at you now, like he knew something that you didn’t.
“I never answered your question.”
“What question?” You were confused.
“The one about marrying you.”
“Oh.” Your heart skipped a beat in fear. Was that too much? Could you blame it on the hormones?
Ben’s hand was in a fist, only using two fingers to lift your hand lightly as his other hand was running through your hair.
“Guess you kind of beat me to the question. But I beat you to the ring.”, he whispered, looking at you intently as his hand opened and laid the ring in your hand. You looked at him like you couldn’t believe what was happening. By all means, you couldn’t.
“Well, what do you say, love?”, you asked as yet another wave of tears welled up in your eyes.
“I say ‘let’s put a ring on it’.”, he grinned, carefully slipping the simple gold band onto your ring finger. Neither of you could stop yourself from smiling as you moved to press a lingering kiss to his lips, your fingers finding his cheek and gently tracing it.
“I love you with all my heart, Ben.”, you whispered as you parted from the kiss.
“I love you with all my soul, Y/N.”, he whispered back.
“Today was such an emotional roller coaster ride. Let’s go to sleep and celebrate tomorrow.”, you whispered, pressing another kiss to his cheek. With a sigh, you got up to go to the bathroom one last time before going to bed.
Needless to say, that your phone was blowing up with messages from Joe when you came back.
‘Y/N Y/L/N, how DARE you steal MY MAN?!’
‘Cardy B and I are very disappointed.’
‘And you didn’t even ask for our blessing!’
“Sorry, princess. I couldn’t help myself and just had to tell someone.”, Ben grinned at you like a four-year-old who had just stolen some sweets. You playfully rolled your eyes at him, moved to lie down on the bed and plugged in your phone before typing one single message to Joe.
‘Guess I beat you to it.’
A/N2: This was based on my actual experience as I was put on the pill for troubles with my period, except I am as single as I could possibly be and was sending my friends some of the things you can read here as hilarious voice messages. They had the time of their lives, I think?
Summary: A continuation of Until the time is right in which the reader takes care of Frankie and ends up with a rather unexpected guest.
Word Count: 3,584
Warnings: None. Literally none. Except maybe bad writing.
A/N: What is up, my dudes? I actually didn’t want to end like this, but I felt like it was getting too long and boring so I decieded against it. Anyway, I hope that I’ll be able to post the next chapter soon, but it’s currently almost 1am and I’m getting kinda tired. Anyway, I hope you like it! Oh and a huge thank you goes out to @lakef for helping me out!
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It had been a few days since you found out that you were pregnant. The thought of it had started to settle in, although you still did not feel like any of it was real. You had tried to come up with a plan of how to tell Ben that he would be a dad but were discouraged every time. Whether it was by him telling you how happy he was with his life right now, him going out with his friends and having drinks or him telling you about this new role he had gotten. Meaning, he would be gone for quite some time again. Meaning, you only had about three more weeks to tell him and figure out what to do with him.
You felt pressured. Your anxiety had been gnawing at you for days anyway, making you consider so many different scenarios of how Ben would react once you told him you were pregnant. From him being ecstatic to him telling you that he never wanted to hear from you or the baby again, your mind was making you go crazy. All the time, you tried to tell yourself that you were being irrational, but Ben had fucked up your relationship before.
‘You know him’, you told yourself. ‘He loves children. You’re just being irrational. The worst he could do is tell you that he is not ready to be a father.’
You pushed your hair out of your face as you walked through the streets of London towards the building in which Ben lived. He had asked you to come by and maybe stay with Frankie for the weekend, as for why, you didn’t know. But as you were desperate to see Ben again and maybe catch a calm minute to talk to him about your predicament, so you gladly accepted.
As soon as you rang the bell, Ben had buzzed you inside and once you made your way upstairs, you found Ben eagerly waiting for you by the door. But not only Ben was eagerly waiting for you.
Frankie ran passed her human, straight towards you. You giggled and kneeled to her level and gladly accepted her affection as she jumped at you and tried licking your face. Gently, you pushed her away from your face and she started curiously sniffing you, like you smelled differently. Then, she took a step back and eyed you carefully.
“What’s up, Frankie? Everything alright?”, you asked her.
“Did you use a different body lotion or something?”, Ben asked, confused at his dog’s behaviour. She had never acted strangely towards you, she had quite literally been affectionate with you since the very beginning.
“I think I did.”, you said and shrugged, then got up and greeted Ben with a hug.
“So why did you need me to come over? I mean besides to take care of my beloved Frankie, of course.”, you asked as you sat down on the couch with Ben, Frankie, however, sat down a little further away than usually, her head tilted lightly as if she was wary of you.
“A mate of mine’s in a bit of trouble and needs help. Nothing too serious, but he needs someone to support him emotionally. I told him I would be there, but I really don’t want to drive with Frankie for so long. You know how she gets on car rides. And- “
“Alright, Ben, calm down. It’s alright, I was just being curious.”, you interrupted his rambles which almost sounded panicked. You placed your hand on his knee and moved your thumb over it slowly. He placed his own hand above yours, squeezing it gently. Your eyes met his and you felt your heartbeat speed up. That’s when you decided that enough was enough. You needed to tell him, or you would explode.
And just as you opened your mouth to drop the bomb, Frankie ran off and you heard the sound of something being broken echoed through the flat.
“What the fuck, Frankie?”, you sighed, rubbing your hands over your face as Ben went after Frankie to see what amount of damage she had done. According to the incoherent curses from Ben, she must have broken a vase in the hallway.
“I think I’m gonna get going now. If you want, there are still leftovers from what I had for dinner yesterday or you can just order something. It’s on me, you still got my passwords, right?”, he told you and you involuntarily giggled. You did, for a fact, and Helen had tried her hardest to make you use them for food orders. It felt wrong, though, and so you decided not to.
“Yeah, thanks. But I can pay for my own food.”, you replied.
“I know you can. Doesn’t mean you have to. Anyway. Thanks again for doing this, I really appreciate it. Use whatever you want, I hope you still know your way around here.”, Ben’s smile was small with the thought of what had happened earlier that year.
“No need to thank me. It’s my pleasure staying here with my love. And yeah, I think I do.”, you told him and got up to hug him again. This time, a little longer. Your arms wrapped around his waist, your face snuggling into his chest. Ben’s arms wrapped around you, his hands slowly moving up and down your back.
“Everything alright?”, he whispered.
“Yeah. Just promise you’ll get home safely. I need you here.”, you told him and once more felt tears well up in your eyes. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for you to cry these days. Not only because of your whole predicament, but mostly because your hormones were going batshit crazy. Once, you cried over accidentally killing a spider by stepping onto it in a moment of shock.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”, Ben asked once more, his hands rubbing soothing circles onto your back, his gaze sceptical.
“Yeah. Let’s talk about this later, your mate needs you.”, you told him with a kiss to his cheek. Ben still eyed you warily, but nodded, grabbing his bag and shoes.
“Okay. Y/N, I promise you, I will make it back home.”, Ben told you honestly, and you felt some kind of ease on your heart. Like a heavy stone had been lifted from your chest. He wasn’t making fun of you, not in any way and you appreciated that. Ben kissed your head before he walked to the door.
“Oh, and Roger might come by tomorrow. I forgot something at his a few days ago and he told me that he would bring it around during the weekend.”, Ben added before leaving. You nodded and watched him go.
A sigh escaped your lips as you turned around to face the flat. You felt like a foreigner in a place you once called your home. Like you didn’t really belong anymore even though you once did.
Frankie watched you with those huge eyes of hers as you wandered through the flat. Your mind felt restless, yet you felt at peace. It was strange.
At some point, you laid down on the couch, watching a random Netflix show as your hand rubbed over your belly. Someone was growing in there. It was still a strange thought and you were still not showing, but you had somewhat built a connection with the little being in there.
Little footsteps sounded through the flat. Frankie eagerly came closer to you again, sniffing at your hand once more, almost like you were a stranger to her. You were confused at her actions, nonetheless you gave her the time she needed to get used to you again. Google would surely give you some answers later, so you shrugged it off and instead focused on gaining your favourite dog’s trust again. It didn’t take her long, though, to jump on the couch next to you and crawl onto your legs, lying down on your thighs with her head and paws gently resting on your stomach. You watched her in awe, tears shooting back into your eyes. You tried to hold them back but failed miserably.
And so, you were wailing on the couch with Frankie trying to calm you by nuzzling her head into your stomach as a Black Mirror episode was playing. A Friday evening almost exactly how you wanted them to be. Only Ben was not there to cuddle with you.
The constant crying tired you out. So much that you kept drifting in and out of sleep and settled on heating up Ben’s leftovers for dinner, this time, settling for something easier to watch. Something that was guaranteed to make you laugh. Ben made you laugh, meaning that the only logical conclusion was to watch Bohemian Rhapsody. Watching four of your closest friends harmonise like that on screen warmed your heart. It made you proud. And if you were to drift off again, there was nothing better to lull you to sleep than Queen songs.
You actually drifted off into a merciless slumber full of nightmares and when you woke up, Frankie was gently licking your face as she whimpered, trying to pull you out of your own dream. With your hand, you wiped her saliva off your cheek before you pushed your legs over the edge of the couch and stretched. Frankie jumped off, nervously plodding and dancing around in front of you, signalling you that she needed to go out for a walk.
A little smile crept onto your face.
“Hold on for one more second, will ya? I need to put on a sweatshirt before we can leave. I imagine it’s not too warm outside and we don’t want for anything to happen to your little sibling, right?”, you asked Frankie as you made your way to the bedroom- Ben’s bedroom- to steal one of his sweatshirts and threw it on. It was comfortably huge on you and with that, you grabbed your wallet and phone, stuffed them into the pocket, and got Frankie and yourself ready to go, then left.
You walked a route you usually took when Ben wasn’t taking her on a walk. Everything still felt so familiar, like you had never stopped walking Frankie, walking through the still quite brightly illuminated streets. Street lights and the different lights of the many shop windows you passed kept the streets casted a warm light over the cold street, making you feel safe. And all that despite the lack of people walking through the streets. Most people spent their Friday nights near the pubs and clubs rather than the antiquaries and book stores you passed. It was crazy how a place that was usually so full of life could suddenly be so quiet and deserted.
Once you returned to the flat, both you and Frankie were exhausted and too tired to do too much. So, you put your empty plate into the kitchen sink, stole one of Ben’s shirts to sleep in and curled up under the covers, along with little Frankie.
The bed smelled like him. It was soothing. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how you might be able to sleep in this bed on a daily again soon. The feeling was perfect, the only thing missing was Ben, your personal heater. But Frankie tried her best to replace him, curling up at your stomach, almost like she was trying to protect the unborn baby from the world. Once more, a few stray tears made their way down your cheeks, but you quickly wiped them away before you snuggled into the pillow, pulled the blanket up to your chin and drifted off into a much more peaceful dream.
You woke up with the urgent need to pee. It was ridiculously urgent. A groan escaped your lips as you made your way to the bathroom, freshening yourself up once you were there. As you knew Frankie, you knew that she felt the same need as you did, and so you quickly brushed your teeth, washed your face with a bit of cold water and threw your hair up into a ponytail, then got dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt once more, property of Ben. You couldn’t help it, though. They smelled like him and made you feel comfortably small. Once you were all set, you once more walked Frankie through the city, this time on a slightly different route to pick up something for breakfast at a bakery.
And as you stood there, a hazelnut croissant caught your eye and you felt your mouth start to water. Just like your eyes. You remembered how Ben bought you one shortly before your relationship failed. The day he tried to make you feel better about yourself. And you did. You truly did.
After you paid for your breakfast, you hurried back home, the tears aggressively made their way down your cheek as your mind forced you to think about Ben’s words that day once more. Reliving his actions.
It was no wonder that you ignored Ben’s call and instead told yourself that you would answer to his text with a lame reply about how you binge watched a show last night, stayed up too long and slept well into the afternoon today.
One thing you completely forgot about, was that someone was meant to come over. And not just a friend of Ben’s who you had met several times before, but Roger fucking Taylor.
Let’s just say it was an unpleasant surprise when you opened the door in Ben’s sweater and sweats, your hair dishevelled and tear streaks all over your cheeks, only to be met with Roger Taylor looking as gorgeous as ever. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as Roger chuckled lightly.
“I take it you haven’t had a good night’s sleep?”, Roger asked with an amused grin on his lips. You just nodded as you felt a fresh wave of tears in your eyes. All of this crying was so unlike you and you felt disgusted, almost, but you couldn’t help it.
“Are you alright, sweetheart? Need someone to talk to?”, Roger asked. You hesitated, anxiously rubbing your hands together.
“It’s nothing, I guess. I’ll deal with it.”, you mumbled, not daring to look him in the eyes.
“You know, love, I hate to admit it, but I’m an old man. I’ve spent some time with people and I know that what you’re dealing with is not ‘nothing’. You don’t need to deal with it on your own. Ben’s still head over heels for you.”, he told you sincerely. You nodded once more, sighing deeply.
“That’s the thing though. I can’t tell him. Not right now at least.”, you said as you wrapped your arms around your stomach, trying to find some comfort. Roger looked at you, his eyes showing just how sorry he felt for you and how much he regretted that he wasn’t really able to help. Tears stung in your eyes as you watched his expression change from happy to concerned. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, desperately trying to hold back the tears.
“Come here, sweetheart. Can I hug you?”, Roger asked, his voice soft and you nodded, leaning into him. It felt nice. Like a father’s hug. You just broke down further.
“Let’s get you inside, hm?”, Roger whispered as he led you back inside the flat, looking around Ben’s place to find a place to make you sit down comfortably. Noticing his distress, you nodded towards the living room and sat down on the couch, patting the cushion next to you, motioning for Roger to sit down. He did as he was asked. Meanwhile, Frankie sat down next to you again, resting her head in your lap.
As Roger sat down, he placed a bundle on the armrest of the couch.
“Ben’s sweatshirt. He forgot it at mine and told me that he needed it back as soon as possible. Don’t know why though.”, Roger replied to your silent question. A watery chuckle escaped your lips.
“Because it’s my favourite sweatshirt of his.”, you mumbled, playing with the hem of the sweatshirt you were currently wearing. Roger let out a hearty laugh.
“He’s always been a huge softie, hasn’t he?”, Roger asked.
“He was. Then he wasn’t. Now he’s getting back to being one.”, you replied quietly, quickly slapping your hands in front of your mouth to stop yourself from talking. You were well aware that talking like that about Ben in front of any of his friends was inappropriate. A hand on your shoulder made you look up, though.
“If you want to talk about it, I won’t stop you. I like Ben. He’s done quite a good job on Bohemian Rhapsody. I doubt that what happened between you two will change my mind. Not when I hear him talking about you like this. Always asking for advice, trying to do everything right, asking for ideas. Even that party was his idea. Told me he saw how you didn’t fully enjoy yourself at Gwil’s wedding and wanted to give you the opportunity to let lose. I didn’t tell you though.”, Roger looked at you with a playfully threatening look. A light giggle bubbled up from deep inside you as you wiped furiously at your tears.
“It’s just… I don’t know… Everything’s a little too much right now. I don’t know what to do. I mean I’ve got my friends’ opinions, but they are my age and all kind of… Have the same thought process I guess? But my parents, they are…” You took a deep breath. “They are not in the picture. Not anymore. They haven’t been since I started dating Ben. And it’s tough in times like these.”, you tried to explain. Your fingers trailed over Frankie’s soft fur, drawing random patterns to distract yourself.
“Times like these?” Roger’s confusion was obvious. You took a shaky breath.
“Roger, you can’t tell Ben. I want to do it myself eventually, but I’m pregnant.”, you whispered, anxiously awaiting his reaction. But instead of the dreaded negative reaction, Roger grinned from ear to ear.
“That’s fantastic, sweetheart! Why wouldn’t it be?”, Roger pulled you into his shoulder, giving you a tender hug. It was almost fatherly.
“Because we’re not even dating at the moment.”, you told him in a broken voice.
With that, you told Roger everything. From how Ben told you to leave, over how he fucked up, all the way to Gwil’s wedding and the situation you now found yourself in. It felt different than talking to Helen. Maybe because Roger wasn’t too biased. Obviously, he knew Ben a lot better than he knew you, but you felt like Roger was trying to stay neutral. He wasn’t there when any of it happened and both of you were aware that your perception of the events differed from Ben’s, so he wasn’t trying to be on your side only, but he wasn’t going to purely defend Ben’s actions either.
Roger told you that he did understand Ben for some part, being the centre of attention was hard, and especially when something as big as Bohemian Rhapsody happened to you, however he also told you that you had every right to keep your distance.
“If there is one thing I know for sure though, it’s that Ben won’t leave you alone with the child. But just in case, although it’s highly unlikely, I promise to help you.”, Roger told you truthfully. You were shocked.
“Absolutely not. Roger, you barely know me.”, you scolded Roger and stood up.
“You barely know me either and you didn’t hesitate to tell me half of your life story. Besides, it’s my money and I’m an adult. I can decide what I want to do with it.”, Roger mumbled the last part. You sighed, walking around the room. Frankie watched you, her ears perched up in curiosity, but also worry.
“We’ll talk about that one again if Ben tells you that he won’t support you. When did you plan on telling him anyway?”, Roger asked, now moving closer to Frankie to scratch behind her ears absentmindedly.
“Definitely before he leaves for filming.”, you explained, stopping in your tracks. But what would be after that?
“If you can’t tell him when he’s awake yet, why not practise while he’s sleeping? Or tell him after he had a glass of wine or two, that’ll loosen him up and you will have less to worry about.”, Roger suggested, and you nodded along.
“Better than any ideas Helen or I came up with.” you shrugged, considering his idea. Yeah, that didn’t sound so bad.
“And if you want me to, I’ll tell you more embarrassingly adorable things Ben said about you. He truly likes you, Y/N. And I will keep on telling you that it won’t end up too bad. Ben is absolutely in love with you. There is something about the way he talks about you, the things he says, how worried he gets. You know that I’m not a fan of Ben’s actions, but he regrets everything. And I’m sorry to say this, sweetheart, but I will keep on telling you all these things until you see the truth. That he’s not such a bad boy after all.”, Roger told you, sensing your uncertainty as he hugged you close once more. This time, it truly felt like a father’s hug.
Summary: Getting a tattoo is nerve-racking, especially when it’s your first one. When a handsome stranger tries to calm you down, you just get more nervous and potentially miss your chance of going out with him. Or do you?
Word Count: 2187
Warnings: Tattoos? Hints of insecurities, blink and you’ll miss it, overly tired writing
A/N: here we go again! I’m not a 100% sure about this, maybe i’ll rewrite it? Also, sorry if I got overly excited at the tattooing process, but I’m getting a new tattoo tomorrow and even though it’s not my first one, I’m still really nervous!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
You sat down on one of the red leather benches in the studio. Your heart was beating out of your chest, your leg bouncing quickly. Today was the day you would finally get your first tattoo. It was absolutely nerve-racking.
It had taken you the better part of a year to get this appointment settled and not only because the tattoo artist you had chosen was quite popular. You never would have thought that you would spend so much time on finding a studio that had a good reputation, finding an artist you felt comfortable with and someone who would be able to do that certain style you wanted, getting the drawing right and finally booking the appointment. But you were glad that you spent so much time to make sure that everything was the way you wanted it to be. After all, that ink was supposed to stay until the day you died.
The receptionist had told you to take a seat while she got your forms ready.
“First time?”, asked a man with blonde hair who was sitting across from you on another bench. He had the most gorgeous green eyes you had ever seen.
“Uh… Hello?” he was chuckling lightly, his tongue slipping out shortly to wet his lips. You shook your head. Apparently, you had been staring for much longer than you thought.
“Oh- uh- sorry. I’m a bit nervous. Yes, it is. Is it yours, too?” your face was heating up quickly and you were sure that you had taken on the colour of the bench you were sat on. He chuckled again and you still felt his gaze on you. It was like his eyes were seeing more than just your body.
“No, it’s not. Don’t be too nervous about it, I’m sure it’s going to look amazing. And unless you don’t take care of it, nothing bad will happen. Besides, the guys and girls who work here are all really cool.”, the blonde guy reassured you. You gave him a warm smile. Silence grew between you two and you looked back at your watch. It was strange how slowly time could pass, yet sometimes way too fast.
“Oh, I’m Ben, by the way!”, said the guy, moving forward and extending his hand for you to shake. You looked at him, then at his hand before moving forward and taking his hand. It was warm and, surprisingly, slightly rough. Neither of you let go for a few too many seconds.
Suddenly, the receptionist came over to you.
“You need to fill out these forms, please and then sign on the dotted line.”, said the middle aged and heavily tattooed woman as she handed you the papers and a pen. Only a few seconds later, she handed Ben the same forms and went back to the counter, scribbling something down. You two went quiet and answered the questions in the form, some of which were rather strange, but, as you assumed, necessary to make sure that everything would be alright.
“So that’s your name? Y/N?”, asked Ben. He had leant over to you, obviously looking at your forms. You gave him a confused look until you remembered. He told you his name, but you forgot to tell him yours.
Shit.
“Yes, that’s me.”, you said awkwardly, “Sorry, I somehow forgot to tell you, I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry, I was just curious. Pretty name, suits you.”, he said, continuously stealing glances at you as you were blushing furiously once more.
“Thanks, Ben.”, you replied in a mumble before going back to filling out the forms. You hoped dearly that you didn’t make him uncomfortable. He was so sweet and kind and although you would most likely never see him again after today, you still wanted to make a good impression.
“Y/N?”, you heard your tattoo artists voice and turned around. She was standing in the doorway leading back to the rooms.
“Yeah, hi! Good to see you!”, you said as you signed the forms, assuring that you were aware of the dangers and that you answered the questions truthfully. You handed the form to the receptionist before going to shake your artists hand. She had bright green hair and was a rather small person who looked almost like a doll with her big eyes and dimple piercings. She told you to come back with you and you nodded before turning around to face Ben.
“Hey, Ben?” he turned around at the mention of his name, a smile on his lips. He had light wrinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiled, making you swoon just a little more.
“It was great meeting you and- “, you started, but somehow your voice got caught in your throat and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak the following few words. Do you want to go out sometime? It wasn’t that hard. People did that all the time, why couldn’t you?
Ben kept looking at you, still smiling and trying to figure out what you had tried to say. If you weren’t so blinded by your nerves, you would have noticed the glimmer of hope in his eyes. He really wanted to see you again, but he wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual. You acted so distant and Ben wasn’t sure whether he should blame it on himself or your nerves. Was he maybe making you uncomfortable? Was he too straight forward? Should he have left you be? Was it overly rude, trying to figure out your name?
A billion different questions were cursing through his mind, but not one of them gave him the courage he needed to ask you out.
You took a deep breath.
“andIhopeeverythinggoeswellwithyourtattoo.”, you mumbled mortified before hurrying back, following your artist. You were so incredibly embarrassed, you really did hope that the ground would open up and swallow you whole.
Once you were in the room, your artist asked you to sit down on a chair before she shaved and disinfected the area, then applied the stencil to your skin.
“Have a look. Are there any mistakes in there? You want it positioned differently?”, she asked as she pulled off the paper, the purple stencil now on your skin. It was absolutely perfect.
“No, this is exactly how I wanted it.”, you breathed, looking down at it.
“Great! We’ll take a few minutes to let the stencil settle so it’ll last a little longer.”, she told you as she got the machine and ink ready. You watched as she moved with ease, setting everything up and probably even preparing herself to do this work. You imagined it must be quite stressful to alter someone’s body forever.
“Are you blushing this much because of me or that guy in the waiting room?” she smirked at you as she finished getting her materials ready and turned to you. You were quite sure your face couldn’t grow any hotter, but it did at her comment. It was true, she was making you kind of nervous, but you kind of had a thing for Ben. Was it even possible to feel so drawn to someone if you only knew them for a few minutes and barely talked to them?
“Just nervous.”, you mumbled, looking down at the stencil.
“Okay, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m good at what I’m doing. If you want to, I can go over your skin with the needle only, no ink involved, to get you used to the feeling?”, she asked, rolling her chair closer to you. You nodded gratefully and she started the machine, the buzzing sound filling the air. The feeling of the needle grazing your skin was foreign, but not painful. It was almost like someone was dragging a pen over your skin with just a little too much pressure.
You gave the artist your go and she got started on the tattoo. It was so interesting to watch her trace all the lines of the stencil carefully, her tongue poking out slightly between her lips as she focused. The relentless buzzing of the machine was echoing through the room and soon you two turned on the radio. She was quite nice and you found yourself in a comfortable conversation with her.
“So, you and that guy…”, she grinned at you after your third little break. It had been a few hours since you guys started the session and you were desperate to get the buzzing sound out of your ear for some time and give yourself a break from the strange feeling which had turned into a slightly painful experience. You tried to fight the light grin that crept onto your lips. She had tried to ask you about him quite a few times and you always tried to divert the conversation to a different topic.
“Come on, you can’t tell me that there was nothing going on between you two. The way he looked at you was one of a kind.”, she told you as she put on new rubber gloves to get back to work. The buzzing filled the air again.
“You think so?”, you asked, unsure about what exactly was going on. You bit your lip lightly as she traced over a particularly sensitive spot.
“Definitely! He looked more infatuated than the last three guys I dated. You should ask him to go out with you. At least go on a date. If it’s bad, you don’t have to see him again, but you will never know if you don’t try.”, replied the woman. The last half hour of tattooing was filled with her encouraging you and helping you find ideas on what to do with Ben.
“And we’re done. And you can see if Romeo is also done.”, she squealed as she wrapped the tattoo in plastic wrap, then taping it to your skin for protection. The tattoo was absolutely perfect, far better than you could have imagined and you were so full of adrenaline, you couldn’t feel any pain anymore, just pure excitement.
All your enthusiasm dissolved, though, as you came back to the empty waiting room. You went to the receptionist to pay. Maybe Ben was still busy getting tattooed. No need to worry.
The woman told you the price and you handed her the cash.
“Uhm, excuse me? Do you know if the blonde man who was waiting here with me is still inside?”, you asked her, mustering all your courage.
“I’m sorry, honey, but he left almost half an hour ago.”, she told you before giving you the ointment you had to put on your tattoo for the next four weeks. You also made an appointment with her to check back in and have your tattoo artist look over the tattoo again to make sure it healed well and do a touch-up if necessary. Your stomach dropped and you turned to leave the shop.
The next four weeks passed by painfully slowly and you were regretting not asking Ben out more and more with every day passing. Little did you know that Ben was feeling the exact same way. Not even the glee about your newly done tattoos could cheer either of you up permanently.
When you came back to the shop 4 weeks later, you were thanking every deity and fate itself for not failing you this time.
You spotted that familiar blonde mop of hair that you had first seen four weeks ago in the same shop. This time, he was just crossing the road. He must have just left the shop for his own check-up.
An excited squeal escaped your lips as you hurried after him.
“Ben!”, you shouted over the traffic noise. It was rush hour and it seemed as though he had his headphones in, so you did the only logical thing you could think of.
Run.
And it was at that moment, that you cursed him for his long legs which carried him through the streets of London way too fast. You shouted his name a few more times, but he still couldn’t hear you. You followed him into the underground and only caught up with him short before the barrier. You grabbed his wrist and he turned around, looking at you with those beautiful green eyes. His face lit up with glee as he looked down at you, showing his perfect teeth as he smiled that damn perfect smile.
“Do you want to go on a date with me?”, you almost shouted at him, afraid that he would disappear if you wasted even a single second. Your hair was a mess, your cheeks reddened with the exhaustion of running and you were desperately trying to catch your breath. But the sight of you couldn’t have been more magnificent to Ben. He grinned, turning his wrist to take your hand in his own.
“I would love to, but I don’t think the whole of London needs to know just yet.”, he laughed, his shoulders moved along to the melodic sound, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. That was weirdly sexy. You grinned back at him.
A/N: Sweet Benjamin :’) Credit to the owner of this GIF.
- Often showing up at your room to show you the latest book he had been reading and the two of you ending up laying on your bed whilst he reads it to you.
- Making sure he works his hardest when training with Morgan so he knows he will be able to protect you and his brother if he had too.
- Loving to hold your hand in public.
- Getting shy whenever someone would ask him about your relationship.
- Always coming to see you before he went out on a run.
- Coming to see you late at night just because he wants to hold you.
- The two of you often getting into play fights.
- Whenever you both have free time, you spend that time just being in each other’s company.
