Somebody Else Is All You Need (PART 2)

Somebody Else Is All You Need (PART 2)

***There’s spoilers! if you haven’t yet, please read part 1 first HERE***

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: it’s sad, look out

A/N: here it is folks! the long-awaited, much-demanded part 2 to Somebody Else Is All You Need :) also, thank you to the anon who suggested Gwil play a bigger role in part 2 — you got my brain-gears turning and I can’t thank you enough ❤️

Research says it takes twenty-one days to break a habit.

If that was the case, you were never going to be able to make it a habit of not checking your phone to see if Rami had texted you.

It had been only four days. Four days since you last saw and spoke to him. And it wasn’t on good terms either.

Four days.

That was ninety-six hours without him.

Nine thousand, seven hundred and sixty minutes, which in seconds could be converted to-

You had to stop. This was getting out of control.

The more you replayed the fight in your head, the worse things got. Your mind was a pendulum, swinging back and forth between regretting leaving and then not regretting your decision. You had to face fact, Rami acted like a complete asshole.

But did that really justify you leaving the way you did?

Not to mention, Lucy was in the picture now — which was a whole other shitshow in itself, really.

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24 😜

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.” ft Ben Hardy

You were peacefully sleeping when the doorbell rang. When you opened it a more than obvious drunk Ben was there giggling. “Hi, love”

“Ben? What are you doing here? You were supposed to be in the opposite side of the city”

“I missed you” He wrapped his strong arms around you and hugged you, burying his face in your neck.

“Honey, how much have you drink tonight?”

“Not much…”

“Yeah, right…” You laughed. “Do you want to came in?”

“Yessss, I’m tired… I walked a lot” And you both entered your flat still hugging.

You separated a little to look at his face. “Have you come walking?” He nodded in response. “Are you mad? Why you didn’t take the underground or a taxi?”

“Because Gwil has my wallet”

“Why?”

“He likes it”

“And you gave it to him just because he likes it?”

“Maybe”

By this point you were trying so hard not to laugh.

“And what about your cards and your ID and all of that?”

He closed his eyes a little as if he was thinking hard what to answer to that. “Dunno… I haven’t thought about it”

“You are a mess, Ben Hardy” You passed your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go to bed, you need to rest”

“Let’s have a drink first!” He moved away from you and started walking towards the kitchen. “Where’s the vodka?”

“Ben… It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka” 

He turned to face you and started pouting. “Please?”

“Don’t put your sad face on” You approached him and planted a peck on his lips. “C’mon, it’s bedtime” You took his hand and guided him to your room while he was still protesting.

Once there, he didn’t resist to lie down and he even made some funny, satisfied noises while you covered him with the blanket. “So warm…” 

“Feels good, right?” You smiled at him while laying next to him.

He nodded with his eyes already closed. “[y/n]?”

“Yes?”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes, I do love you Ben, you know that”

“Why?”

“Why do I love you?”

“Yes”

“I don’t know… I like you, we have been dating for a while now and I guess we enjoy being together. Why do you ask?”

“Because I know I love you because you are perfect but I’m… I’m not even close to how amazing you are” He said without opening his eyes.

“Aw… my love!” You turned to hug him strong. “You are amazing too, you know?”

“I’m a mess, you said it”

“Yes, you are” You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it. “And I love you even more for that”

“Nice” He smiled satisfied.

“Can we sleep now?”

“One more thing”

“What?”

“If you love me… why don’t you move with me?”

“Because you have never asked me to”

“Oh… right. I guess I’m clever and I think better when I’m drunk” He started laughing and you followed him. When you both stopped, he took your face with his hand too and opened his eyes. “I want you to move with me… please?”

“Ben… you are drunk and you don’t mean that and-”

“I mean it! I swear!”

“Then ask me again tomorrow when sober”

“Alright…”

He closed his eyes again and you did the same.

“[y/n]?”

“Whaaaat?” You only wanted to go back to sleep.

“I want to be the little spoon”

“What?”

“When we sleep together and we cuddle, you are always the little spoon”

You giggled. “Yes”

“I want to be the little spoon tonight”

“Okay, Ben”

“YES!”

He turned and you hugged him strongly from behind. “Are you happy now?”

“Yes!” He took interlaced his fingers with yours and pressed your arm against him happily. “Goodnight, girl”

“Goodnight, silly boy” You placed a kiss on the back of his neck. “I love you”

“I love you too” He whispered before falling asleep.

THE END

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Single Dad!Teacher!Ben Hardy x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: A playground fight between two 8-year-olds bring together 2 lonely single parents. 

In This Chapter: More back story and Ben and Reader interactions. SO MUCH TEACHER BEN. Rejoice!

Word Count: 2k

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Y/N grimaced to self as she walked down the produce aisle of the local grocery store, half-heartedly throwing apples in a plastic bag. Today was just the worst in her mind. Normally it was fine, a few hours in the office and a few hours at home while Abby had school. It was the fact that she couldn’t shut up about Mr. Jones. Y/N grimaced and threw the apples in the cart “Ouch!” Abby yelped from inside the cart.

Y/N snapped out of it and looked down at her grumpy face “Sorry, Abs.”

“Mommy, were you listening?”

“Yeah yeah. You and Mary played on the playground.”

Abby cocks her head and her small lips form a frown in disappointment “No,” she deadpans. “Mr. Jones is talking about our class field trip.”

“Baby do we have to talk about him?” Y/N this time carefully places the head of lettuce next to her daughter.

“I like him. He’s nice.”

Y/N turns her back and rolls her eyes “At least one of us thinks so,” she mutters under her breath. The women continue through the store, every so often Abby mentions her teacher making her mothers blood boil. Suddenly Abby looks up from the tablet and stares at Y/N with wide eyes “What?” she asks worriedly, stopping the cart in the middle of the store.

“We forgot cereal, you promised we’d get Lucky Charms!” Abby announces loudly. Y/N sighs in relief and nods calmly, turning the cart around.

“You’re right, I did,” she replies, calming down from the mild panic attack.

She turns the corner and looks down at a new work notification on her phone. Abby signaled to stop and when she reached up to grab the box a hand was already on the other side. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together. Her gaze turns from the masculine hand and at its owner.

“Fucking hell,” she curses.

“It’s good to see you too,” Ben smirks. Fuck that smirk he does when his tongue ever so lightly drags along his lower lip. She hated it. That was a lie, she loved it.  The adults look back at the cereal box they were still holding onto like children fighting over a toy. It was the last box.

Y/N was the first to pull away to cross her arms “Take it,” she spats.

“No, no, Abby looks disappointed,” Ben rejects, pointing to Abagail’s puppy dog pout. Y/N turns and gives her a warning look.

“No. Take it, Ben.”

“Y/N I insist. It’s all yours.”

They look at each other with daggers in their eyes, Ben was getting fed up. He takes the box and holds it up “Take the fucking box!” he shouts out of frustration. Y/N’s subconscious kicks in when she sees the strong grip he has on the crumpled red box. She flinches and cowers away, taking a step away from him, fear took over. Ben saw the fear, his own face softened. “Y/N? I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine! B-Ben it’s fine. Take it,” She interrupts holding a hand up to him, still trying to stand strong. She shakingly turns and rushes away.

“Momma?”

“We have to go, Abagail,” she hushes.

Ben watches her race out of the aisle, his brows knit together in confusion. He places the box in his cart and runs a hand through his hair. He started to worry about her, shit he was starting to care for a woman that screamed at him the day they met. It was just the weirdest shift in behavior he’d ever seen. “James?” he calls, bringing himself out of the ocean of thoughts. The curly blond boy looks over and puts the box of oatmeal down and skips to his dad.

“Yeah?” he chirps.

“Let’s go bub. We have to get ready for school.”

James looks down at his green dinosaur watch “It’s only 6,” he looked up at his dad with a frown. Ben shot him a look and ushered him along. Tomorrow would be a long day.

Ben eagerly awaited the next morning, fidgeting in his chair before fixing the already perfectly aligned papers on the kid’s desk. When the ring of the bell sounded he rubbed his nervous palms. The wheels were turning in his head on how he’d confront her. As the kids piled in he tried his best to be his normal joyous self, but his green eyes kept glued to the door.

“Hi, Mr. Jones!” Abby’s cheerful voice sounds as she enters eventually. Her purple jelly shoes lightly squeak as she rushes to her cubby. The blond frowns when he doesn’t see Y/N, even missing her scowl when she lays eyes on him.

“Abby! You mom didn’t bring you?” He questions.

“No, she had to be at work early. Aunt Lucy brought me,” she answers quickly, jetting by him to take her seat. He sighs and lets the kids take their seats, early waiting to get on with the day. Ben had thought hard about his morning project. It was mostly for personal gain, he knew he couldn’t directly ask Y/N what her home life was like without his ear being screamed off.

“Alright kids, since we’re still getting to know everyone we’re going to draw and write about our family,” he starts, pinning a piece of paper on the board “This here is my house,” he points to the decently drawn picture “and inside is me, my son James and our dog Frankie. I want you to draw your family. Take out our pencil boxes and get creating.”

Ben slowly made his way around to all the kids, crouching down to their level as they explained their families. He tried not to laugh at a few of the drawings, they were trying their best. Anticipating the back row he finally stood next to Abby’s desk and looked at her drawing. She was actually pretty talented, her people looked like people but there was a big black blob next to what he assumed was her “What’s that there Abby?” He asks kindly, touching the black blob that was thankfully done in crayon and not a marker.

She gasps “It’s not done!” She picks up her black crayon and draws two small triangles at the top of the blob. “That’s my dog Sampson, he’s a black lab,” she explains with a large smile.

“Well done. So let’s see, we have you, your mom, and Sampson?” he wonders. She nods excitedly.

“Where’s your dad?” There he did it! God, he was so proud of himself.

Without missing a beat she responds “I don’t have one. Mommy doesn’t like to talk about it.” Ben’s smile starts to fade as he could see her bright smile dim. The brit places a hand on the girls arm and rubs it comfortingly.

“You have a beautiful family Abs. Your mom and Sampson love you very much,” he tells her. She smiles and looks at his drawing up on the board, they were so similar she thinks. It gave her a little more confidence in her small little family.

“James and Frankie love you too,” she tells him. He pats her arm one last time and continues his round before the writing assignment, it was a simple 2 paragraphs of information he needed to know about the single mother. After writing ‘neat handwriting’ on the board boldly, he took his seat behind his desk and waited.

Time had passed and the kids one by one handed in their papers to him before lining up for lunch and recess. Ben took the alone time to pull out a lightly crumpled red box out of one of his storage bins and places it along with a small note inside Abagail’s backpack. Of course, he does try to be somewhat productive, deciding to put all the drawings and papers on the wall as decoration.

When the man gets to Abby’s he pauses and looks away having second thoughts about reading it. Maybe he could actually get a chance to get to know her, he nods along with his thoughts and just staples it to the wall and only reads the part about her dog and grandparents.

The day came to an end, Y/N looked like a woman on a mission as she entered with a few of the parents. No small talk, just grab the girl and go! “Abagail, let’s go,” she whispers, trying to blend in with everyone so Ben doesn’t notice her. Realizing quickly that she did decide to wear a short mustard yellow dress, but it did have her favorite bell sleeves so that it looked like she had wings…it made her daughter smile every time so it was fine. Abby grabbed her backpack and latched onto Y/N’s hand as she raced them out of the room.

But it wasn’t long after she left before Ben could hear the loud and prominent clicking of Y/N heels marching towards his room “What the hell is your problem Jones!” she scolds loudly as she slams the door behind her.

“Uh James, go see if Nurse Katie needs help with her bandaids,” he shoos off his own child before they had a brawl in the middle of a 3rd grade classroom. James nods and quickly leaves the room.

“Now what can I help you with Ms. Y/L/N?” He smirks, leaning back on his desk. Y/N’s face turns red with anger, still cute he thinks of her.

“Don’t act all innocent! You but that stupid box of cereal in her backpack, you should have left it,” she seethed, walking closer to him. All he can do is smirk at her, placing his hands in his pockets unbothered.

“It meant a lot to her, Y/N,” he reminds her calmly.

“I can afford it if that’s what you think of me,” she retorts turning her back to him to look around, she really didn’t want to see his face. Her gaze lands on the wall with the families, Abby was the only one that looked different. Tears start to well up, she hated Abby having to feel different.

“That’s not what I think of you, you’re just really fucking stubborn,” he laughs.

“Did you so this because of me too?” She blinks back the tears and turns to look at him.

Ben rolls his eyes “Not everything I do is about you,” he sighs.

“Really? The past few days have told me differently.”

Ben peels himself away from his desk and walks over to her “I am a teacher and I want to get to know my students.” His voice fills with more annoyance. She hums in a disproving tone. “What that answer not good enough for you?”

“No. You don’t get to do this,” she points a finger at him, their eyes locking in a bitter stare down.

“Do what?”

“Start a fight. I came in here to yell at you,” she scoffs.

Ben snorts and licks his lips “You’re in my territory now, Love,” he winks and walks away smoothly.

Y/N breaths heavily and clenches her fists “Please, just no more stuff in her bag. If I see one more fucking box in her bag I’ll report you.”

Ben laughs at the empty threat “I’ll be sure not to, Ms. Y/L/N,” he answers her almost mockingly, but it was also low and seductive enough to catch her attention.

“Have a good day, Mr. Jones.” Y/N forces out a half ass smile before exiting. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and dialed Lucy “I need you to watch Abby tonight, please. I really need a drink,” she pleads when her friend picks up.

“Oh? What did hot teacher do this time?”

“Lucy!”

“Fine, fine. But you need to watch Mary so Rami and I can go out Friday,” she reasons.

“Fine,” Y/N bites her lip “See you tonight.” She hangs up the phone and exits the school, cursing his name the whole time.

Ben took a seat in his chair and leaned back, rubbing his face and letting out a loud groan “God that woman. I just wanted to reason with her. Fuck, I need a drink,” he says to himself. He pulls out his phone and sends a text to his favorite confidant Gwilym ‘Will you watch James tonight?? I need a drink, probably 10.’ 

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Word Count: 3.5k hooooo boyyy 

Warnings: mentions of social anxiety at a party – there’s also quite a few heavy feelings (anger and loneliness for the most part) in this one, so please be aware of that as you’re reading if you’re on the sensitive side. 💜

A/N: sorry folks, i got super, super carried away with a backstory i really hope i don’t lose you before the end

also when i said i thrive on angst…

i wasn’t lying so please make sure your seatbelts are strapped tight before the flight thank you

You referred to Bohemian Rhapsody as both a blessing and a curse.

More specifically, it was a blessing for Rami. But a curse for you.

You knew fully well when you started dating that the both of you would have to make the distance work somehow, when Rami flew off to another state or even another country for months at a time to film.

You made sure to Skype each other at least once every other day while Rami was away filming. Sometimes you’d stay up till three or four in the morning talking about everything and nothing, while other times both of you would fall asleep until someone woke up briefly and noticed the video call was still going.

It was really hard sometimes, going to sleep with nothing but an empty space beside you. You managed — you might have been practically counting the hours until Rami came home most of the time — but you managed.

The events of Bohemian Rhapsody, however, proved to be a twist in your tale.

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