imagine knowing Ben Hardy before he was so easily recognized and famous... like,  going to parties with him when he was in school and taking silly photos or late night adventures or even just talks w him... 

are you guys ready for all blurbs today?! 😈

(disclaimer: im not publishing ALL of them yet but i just mean like, go to my blurb page in my masterlist and know that almost all of them will be fulfilled today <3)

Take care lovelies, leave some new requests/prompts <3

to the anon that just wrote me a paragraph expressing how they requested something last week and I still haven’t gotten to it... (I impulsively deleted it without thinking about responding to it)

I love writing. I took writer’s craft last semester in high school, I applied to universities for creative writing programs, I write for my school newsletter and they feature my poetry in a column each edition; I have a poetry book coming out on Amazon very soon; I. Love. Writing...

I check my tumblr multiple times a day, so yes I do see every request, but I’m not trying to hide the fact that I do write what interests me first. I have not been working my way through requests in chronological order. 

I do promise to get to every request within this week, and there are more than a few, but it is easier to get the ones that excite me the most out of the way first; that ensures better content for you because I actually have ideas brewing in my mind. On the contrary, if I force myself to pump out a blurb or fic you requested when I don’t have ANY ideas for it at the moment, I’m going to put it off for a bit, but i DO at least sit there for awhile and try to stir up some inspo. It just doesn’t always happen.

There are also fics of my own I’m trying to get out as well as updating my other fics, so bare with me, but that isn’t me telling you to refrain from asking for more. I can give you the slice of cake, but don’t rush me to cut it unevenly <3

It makes sense to me, and hopefully I’ve explained it to enlighten it for you, but if not, you’re just going to have to be patient with me because school is still a thing for me, as is work, and balancing that with a recent breakup is tough.

You’ll also notice I haven’t closed requests, and that’s because I know I will get to every request very soon, so yeah go on and request more, you’ll see it soon, but I’m going to make sure I’m pretty proud of what I’m giving back to you before I press post.

Have a fabulous night, nonnie.

grab your best pair of maracas and buckle up because tonight is all about the fics. Today & tmr will be a wave of new works because every hs and uni in my district is closed because *winter* 

for now... masterlist is in bio (if it doesnt work then type fourmisfitz.tumblr.com/masterlist into any browser  xx

do you want a part 2 of drowse?

hi if you’re looking for the fic i claimed to be posting last night

its not here yet.  i forgot i had a writers craft exam today so i had to prep for my prompt, so i was writing, just not for tumblr ;”)

but on a side note, people have either inboxed me or replied to it directly saying they would like a part 2 of Drowse, if you agree please send me an ask 

I’ve Got You (Ben x Roger x Reader)

A/N: writing this as Ben Hardy & young Roger Taylor from the 70s with the reader. Enjoy, lovelies! Xx

Warnings/Content: slight trigger warning for fainting/unconsciousness... swearing, protection, comfort, fluff

Background Context: You’ve just started dating both Ben Hardy and Roger Taylor, and something unexpected happens when Ben meets you at your flat/apartment one morning...

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It was about 9am on a Saturday morning, and you had just woken up, encased in a fluffy white duvet that you had pulled over your shoulder to block your view of the window as blinding rays beamed through.

You had a rough night sleep, and weren’t quite sure why. Usually you’re able to fall asleep without much effort, and in the odd case you couldn’t as quickly, the latest that you’d be laden with persistent thoughts would still be followed by a ‘pm’. There was something about last night, though... you felt off, nauseous even.

You dismissed the concern and stretched out a half-asleep arm under your pillow to locate your phone. As your eyes adjusted to the bright white light, several bubble notifications were lining up on your lock screen, all from one of your favourite names to read, “Ben ♡”.

A sigh of pure content fell out of you as you smiled sheepishly and swiped to eagerly reply. At least even after rough sleeps you knew you’d have a smile almost immediately.

You still couldn’t get over the fact that you started seeing the hearthrob, and that the relationship had formed so perfectly; seamlessly. You first began dating Roger for 2 years, and then Ben came into the picture. It felt so surreal, to be with both stunningly sexy Roger who you enjoyed admiring from his smaller gigs back when the band took on the name, Queen, and a new blonde, who’s middle name may as well be kindness.

You can easily recall Rogers blonde locks flailing about his cheekbones as he vigorously shook his head while getting so lost in his drum solos, especially getting every girls attention when he would start sets with his shirt off. One of those, was the night you met him. He just had this glow. Most artists would be sweaty in a sticky way, but there was something he owned about it that just made it seem hot. You two had finally gotten acquainted when you were working as a bartender in one of the bars the band frequented. He didn’t even order a drink, but rather wanted to talk to you, and he found it hot watching you be able to mix drinks and reject all the dirtbags hitting on you. But even with being able to handle those guys, it was much easier for you to do so when you had the bar counter to barricade and separate you from the sloppy drunk men. Once you came out from behind that station, you weren’t as tough and mighty, although you like to think so.

Roger and Ben definitely were the protective types, and hell, are they ever good about showing it and knowing just how to help you in the sweetest and most nurturing of ways when you’re truly vulnerable or hurt, which almost never happened...

Ben♡: ‘Good morning, love’ ... and another, ‘Just woke up, and I’m kinda pissed about it considering I had the best dream about you in those little shorts you wore last week;)’  followed by, ‘about to pop into Freddie’s place to drop off some things. still on for breakfast? x’

Your heart felt all fuzzy as a huge smile formed from ear to ear on your face and a warm feeling spun in your stomach. Your fingers went to reply as details of your dreams last night gradually came back into focus... the both of you making pancakes at 2 in the morning, him smudging batter on the top of your nose complete with giggles, the way he bit his lip had your laugh disappear and become replaced with a hungry look in your eye as the pit of your stomach grew warm.. him laying you down on the counter, kissing you so roughly it felt dire, like it was the last kiss you’d share...

You: ‘Come over... maybe you can see those shorts along with their matching top in person, if you hurry;)”

His read receipts were on, and almost immediately after your text had delivered, the little timestamp notifier appeared. The typing bubble then danced for a moment before disappearing. You knew that was actually a good sign- that he was on his way over.

And with that, you flung yourself out of bed with a rush of giddiness flooding your body as you hopped into the shower and began rinsing off the sweat your dream had laden you with. You turned your radio on and let it echo a rock playlist from your favourite station. This always cheered you up as you danced about to the guitar, but the drum solos were your favourite.

The water was nice and hot as you completed your routine as fast as possible so Ben wouldn’t catch you while still in the shower. You knew you had just enough time to shower off the night and get into some fresher comfy but revealing clothes for him to admire once he got there.

You washed your hair, ran a bar of soap all over your body and quickly rinsed it all away before jumping out and drying yourself off vehemently.

With one towel loosely draped around your body and another swirling up your hair, you pranced over to your dresser drawers to pick out the perfect cute ensemble for Ben. You decided on a navy blue set- the satin shorts he admired so much that flattered your curves, accompanied by a button up top he’d never seen.

You unfastened the top 2 buttons and let down your hair, quickly shaking it out with the help of the towel to mat it down and rid it of the dripping water before pinning it up with a clip.

Glancing at your phone, you noticed you had just a few minutes left until Roger should be arriving.

Your head started to feel heavy again, pressure building. Raising a hand to your aching head and squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to ride out the fade. It felt like when you stand up too quickly and your vision goes blurry, but more overwhelming as your pulse pumped throughout your head.

Shaking it off, you sauntered out to your kitchen and poured yourself a glass of ice water and downed it in seconds.

‘Probably just moving too quickly,’ You thought.

Overcoming another short haze of pressure and dizziness, you started to snap back into reality and heard your phone, still in the other room by your pillow, beaming with repeated dings.

Walking back to check on it, you saw a few texts just from a group chat of your girl friends, going on about some cute pictures posted of you and the misfits of Queen.

Shaking your head smiling as your fingertips began to flutter over the keys, your vision started to get blurrier and blurrier. You widened your eyes as much as possible and shook your head, blinking to try and snap out of it. Just then, a little blurry bubble drooped down from the top of your screen and you instinctively tapped it, taking you to your and Bens’ conversation.

He was almost there.

Just as you began typing, it felt like you weighed over 300 pounds. You were convinced you had gone deaf as the music from your radio tuned out, and so did your brain.

Your phone fell to the bed, bouncing off the mattress and then to the carpet, as did you, with a much harsher and louder thud.

Ringing. Ringing in your ears. So loud and deafening yet so frustratingly quiet. ‘Why cant I move?’

You wanted to let go, just drift off to sleep. You let out a tortured groan, as loud as you could before you were sure you were gone.

But then suddenly things got louder as you recognized a slam of your front door and a muffled exclaim from a low voice.

The voice grew louder and when you felt warm strong hands touch your upper arm and opposite hip, shaking you back to awareness, it came into focus. It was Ben.

‘Love, wake up!...” he was panicking, “C’mon, baby..time to wake up!” You could just barely comprehend what he was saying.

“Focus on my voice, love, wake up!... fuck.” He began unbuttoning your shirt for fear of constriction, and just after, you managed to let out a pained noise to alert him you were able to hear him and somewhat functioning.

“Good God, babe, I need you to stay awake. Can you do that? Hang tight while I get you some water.” He placed a quick kiss to your head before rushing out.

And with that you put so much effort into breathing as your throat felt closed, faintly hearing footsteps rush in a hurried rhythm out into the kitchen and water pouring.

He knelt down and with one palm cradling your head, he pulled your upper body up and onto his lap, setting the glass down steadily on the carpet beside him.

“Y/N I need you to open your eyes for me, love, please.” It was clear he was trying to stay calm for your sake to avoid scaring you, but he was so frightened he couldn’t help the worrisome tone.

“Open your eyes! god damnit what’s going on,” he whispered in a strained and pleading voice. You were barely there but you knew this had never happened before.

You let out another pained groan and Ben lifted your upper body so that your neck was nestled into the inside of his elbow and pulled your side into his chest to lean on so you were sitting up. He tilted his head around to be able to look you in the eyes. He placed his other palm on your thigh and gently rubbed it soothingly to get you to feel something and come back to being aware calmly. 

When you finally managed to open your eyes, the first thing you saw was the most concerned Ben you’d ever witnessed. His stark green eyes searching your face for any kind of giveaway as to how you were feeling, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows pinched together.

“Love,” He pressed.

As you looked back and forth between his eyes your lip began to quiver as you came to be fully aware of the situation. You felt your face involuntarily scrunch and an inevitable frown arched and muttered sobs escaped your lips.

“Sweethearrrtt,” He comforted you in a low, hushed voice now, rubbing your other upper arm that wasn’t being warmed by his chest, and kissed the top of your head.

“Do you know what happened?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“No, I- I just-... I just felt so-...” Another round of sobs fell from your mouth.

“I was good! and then, I don’t know- something came over me and I just felt so off and- and-” You searched for words, but he knew enough to know you just needed to be held right now.

“ ‘m gonna go call Rog, alright? Can you sit up for me on your own?”

You nodded and he helped position you so your back was against the mattress as you held your wet face in your hands and sobbed uncontrollably. You felt so helpless and weak.

“Hey Rog... yeah how quickly can you be here?” You strained your ears to listen in but it only increased the pounding headache you hosted. His voice was panicked and you could hear him sniffle in the other room as he begged Roger to hurry.

In less than a few seconds, Ben's familiar warm hands returned and were placed over your shaking knees as he sat in front of you, rubbing your bare cold skin. You looked up, streaks of tears falling of your cheeks. Ben gave you a pained, sympathetic look.

“You’re shivering, babe... here,”

He pulled a furry blanket off your bed and with a gentle hand pulled you forward so he could slip the thick fabric behind you and wrap you up. He pulled you into his chest as you wept and played with your hair, hushing your sobs

“You’re okay, baby. Roger’s on his way. I’ve got you, I’ve got you...”

And with that, you felt almost okay again, like he had spoken the magic words. You’d never felt so safe, so at home than when you’re with your boys. You began to breathe a little bit softer, for a moment...

_____

Awhile later you heard your apartment door swing open and slam shut before seeing a worried, flush face join the pair of you. Roger.

“Oh, love- what happened to you?!” He spoke, kneeling down in front of you and gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, a sympathetic pout forming at his lips.

You tried to get an answer out but your exhausted, damp face was so overwhelmed with puffing out little breaths that you couldn’t form words.

He pinched a part of your shirt near you collarbone, “What’s this?... the stain?”

“Oh- she threw up just a bit ago, ‘didn’t wanna leave her side.”

Roger was already on his way to the dresser. He came back with a big oversized sweater of his you had borrowed once for you to change into.

“Sit up a minute, love,” Ben helped you straighten up from leaning on him and Roger unbuttoned the shirt you ruined, gliding it off your shoulders.

You felt so torn that this morning didn’t go the way you wanted it to. You were wearing your own vomit. Tears began to trickle down your cheeks all over again as you sniffled, breathy sobs and choppy inhales bubbling up.

“Arms up, hun,”

Roger was good at taking care of you; he had done it so many times. You followed his directions and lifted them weakly above your heavy head so he could slide the garment over your arms and head.

“Thank you-ouu,” You sobbed, strained.

“ ‘ts quite alright, love.” Roger reassured.

Your breathing began to quicken so much you were starting to choke.

“okay- listen babe, I need you to just breathe for me, okay?” Roger instructed softly as Ben cradled your head with his large palm to keep it from falling back. Your head felt like it weighed a tonne.

“She’s really not breathing well Ben, help me get her up on the bed, will you?” Ben complied helping Roger lift your limp body up from the carpet and onto your mattress once again. You sunk in and they got up on either side of you, hovering close.

“I- I just-“ You tried.

“What happened, love?” Roger wiped a tear away with a gentle calloused thumb.

“I don’t know what happened.” Little watery coughs escaped from your throat and Ben lifted your head onto his knee for some elevation.

“That’s a’right, baby.” Ben quietly spoke, trying to stay calm for you.

He handed you your glass of water so you could take a few sips as Roger reached his hand down to hold yours.

Moments later they got you to sit up, everyone against the headboard, you between them, legs intertwined like a messy puzzle under the duvet.

You told them you were feeling much better now, but small pained moans still left your mouth here and there from your pounding head. Roger rubbed your temples to help soothe you as Ben gently rubbed your arm to warm you up. They refused to trust you enough to leave you alone.

“Gotta be pretty tired and overworked to faint, sweets...” Ben reasoned.

You sighed, “I guess I’ve just had a lot on my plate with work and going out too much.. maybe I’ve been pushing too hard.” You offered.

The blondes exchanged a look before both coming into your view.

“Ya think?!” Ben raised his eyebrows at you.

You chuckled as Roger kissed your cheek and Ben rested his head on your shoulder.

“From now on...” Ben started, “I’m going to be sleeping here. We’ve wrapped filming for the week for the holidays and I don’t want to leave your side in case something else happens.”

“Ben, nothing else is going t-”

“But you never know, love. We just-” Ben trailed off, worried to even speak the next words.

You turned to face him.

“We just can’t lose you.” Roger finished.

You nestled into the crook of Ben’s neck, not having any words but just letting fresh tears pool out of the corners of your eyes and saturate portions of his black v-neck shirt.

“Ohhh, sweetpea,” Ben sighed, reaching his far hand over to stroke the back of your head, tightly cradling you.

There was a pause before roger added,

“I’m so sorry this happened, Y/N,”

Ben and you were taken aback by this as you both knew- “It’s nobody’s fault, babe.” You assured him with a sniffle as you wiped away your tears, now trying to be brave for him.

“Y/N fainted right as I arrived and I helped her and called you as soon as I could, and you rushed over and now we’re here and she’s okay.” He stated matter-of-factly, hoping if he ran through the whole situation it would resonate.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Rog, hey-“ you lifted his chin up with your thumb to look at you as his eyes grew glossy, “-hey baby, look at me.. I’m okay!” You offered a small smile to him as you sniffled once more.

Your eyes were pink with exhaustion and your cheeks were puffy. Instantly Roger threw his arms around you in probably the biggest hug you’ve ever received from him. He was a softie, but, you didn’t know why he was beating himself up over this.

“I just- I try so hard to take care of you before you even need taking care of and keep you from bad things and...” He shook his head, holding your wrists that cupped his face, “And what if it happens again and you don’t have us there?”

“Stay on the couch then - double the bodyguards.” You shrugged.

“Look, Rog, there’s always gonna be a chance one of us could get hurt, but we’re twice as lucky now to get a rescue if need be.” A small sniffle and content grin appeared on his adorable little baby face.

“There’s my smile!” you encouraged him.

“Hey, what about mine?” Ben teased.

You looked back giggling and gave him a slow kiss.

“It’s to die for.” You smiled against his lips.

“Well as long as you don’t mean literally, then i’m good.” He chuckled, trying to soften the mood, as you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help a smile back.

“Me too,” Roger added, latching onto you around your waist and resting his head on your tummy, softly pecking it with kisses repeatedly. You placed a hand in his locks and ran your fingers through his hair in a messy rhythm.

“Seriously though,” You looked back at Ben, his voice soft, “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’ve changed my life...” You glanced between his eyes, “Both of you have.”

“Aww Ben, you sap!” You cooed as Roger extended his arm to reach Bens back so he was basically koala-ing the both of you, sandwiching you in the middle.

It was nice to see the soft side of Ben, and even if you didn’t always like to admit vulnerability and the need to be watched, you knew right now this was the right place to be, settled between your two favourite boys, knowing they’d be in the exact same spot once you woke up from a nap you all decided to partake in.

“Thank you for everything you guys do,” You croaked with a yawn, the boys glancing at each other as your eyes closed.

“Thank you, my love,” Roger corrected, kissing your arm and interlocking his fingers with yours, “You both are-“ planting a soft smooch on your knuckles, “fucking extraordinary.” He finished with a hum as he rested his head on your shoulder.

And with that, Ben lay on his right side, stroking your hair with his right hand while his other one reached across your bodies to find sanctuary on Roger’s arm, so together you were a meshed jigsaw puzzle of limbs and content sighs.

hope you all enjoyed! let me know what you thought! xx