Bohemian Rhapsody Preferences/Imagines {COMPLETED}

"What are we going to do?" - Ben Hardy

(Y/N/N)= Your Nickname

(B/P)= Blue or Pink

(B/G)= Boy or Girl

(Y/C/F/N)= Your Child's First Name

(Y/C/M/N)= Your Child's Middle Name

Warning: Profanity

"Why can't you just believe me?" My boyfriend, Sam yells. "Why should I? You've lied and manipulated me so fucking much! I should've listened Ben!" I shout. "Enough about Ben for fuck's sake!" He yells back. "He's the only fucking person that looks out for me! You don't do shit! I'm the one that does fucking work!" I scream. "You bitch!" Sam yells and slaps me hard across the face. I grab my cheek and start to run up the stairs. Sam grabs my hairs and pulls so hard that I fall down the stairs. I run to the door, picking up a pair of shoes; not bothering to put them on. I grab my keys and run out of the door. I get into my car and lock the doors and start the car. I drive to Ben's house and get out of the car. It's storming; mascara running down my cheeks. I slowly walk to Ben's door. I knock on the door. "Ben? Ben? Please?" I whisper. One of Ben's housemates, Luke opens the door. "(Y/N)? What happened?" Luke asks. "Just go get Ben, please." I plead. "Come inside." He says. "No, go get Ben. I'm staying outside until Ben comes." I say. "Fine." He sighs. Five minutes later, Ben opens the door. "(Y/N)? What the fuck happened? Get your ass inside, now." Ben pulls me in. "I'm all wet. I shouldn't leave the mat." I sob. "Fine. Wait here. I'll get you something." Ben sighs. He runs up the stairs. "(Y/N), are you okay?" One of Ben's other housemates, Oliver asks. "Just wait 'till I'm dry and Ben comes downstairs." I sigh. Ben gives me a navy zip-up sweater and grey fleece joggers. "What am I supposed to do?" I ask. "Change. Right, boys turn around." Ben says. All five men turn around and close their eyes. I change and tighten the drawstring on Ben's jogger, so they don't fall down. "Okay." I sigh. They all turn around in unison and stare at me sympathetically. "Sit down. All of you." I say. They all rush over to the sofas. They look at me in anticipation. I take a deep breath; a lump forming in my throat. "Sam and I got in a fight about him not being trustworthy. I told him I should've listened to Ben. Then, I essentially told him to get a job. He slapped me; as I was trying to run up the stairs, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down the steps. I ran out without shoes and no extra clothes." I sob. Ben stands up and engulfs me in a tight embrace; followed by Luke, Oliver, Tyler and David. I sob into Ben's chest, pulling him closer to my body; not wanting to ever let go. We all stand there for at least ten minutes. "I love you guys, so much." I say finally catching my breath. "We love you too, (Y/N/N)." David smiles at me. "What am I going to do? I have no clothes, no hygiene products; nothing. Just soaking wet clothes, I fucking came in." I say. "We'll all go to your flat tomorrow. If Sam comes while you're getting clothes; we'll protect you." Tyler says. Ben and all of his housemates are stronger than Sam. Sam is scrawny; while Ben and his friends have some form of abs or biceps. "Are you guys sure?" I ask. "Yes." David chimes in. "It's really late. We should all get to sleep." Luke says. We all agree. The men go up the stairs; leaving Ben and I alone. "I-I-I'll sleep on the couch." I stammer. "No, you can sleep in my bed with me. We have been best friends since we were five. Come on." Ben pulls me up the stairs. Ben and I get into his bed and fall asleep. I wake up to the sun beaming on my face and an empty bed. I hear laughter coming from the kitchen. I walk down the stairs. "Morning, sleeping beauty." Tyler teases. "How'd you sleep? Were you warm?" Luke smirks. "Anything happen?" David asks. "Piss off!" I roll my eyes playfully. "Are you ready to go?" Ben asks. I noticed that everyone is dressed. "Yeah. Let's go." I sigh. Ben, Luke and I go in my car and Oliver, Tyler and David go in Oliver's car. We drive to my flat. "You're okay. You've got us." Ben squeezes my hand gently. We go upstairs and I unlock the door. "What the fuck?" I stare at a girl in my clothes. "Who are you?" She asks. "The owner of the clothes you're wearing. The owner of this flat. The owner of everything in the fucking flat!" I yell. "Babe? What's going—" Sam walks down the stairs. "You're a prick! And you the fuck is this skank?" I ask. "This is my girlfriend, Lola." Sam says. "Sounds like a slutty name." I huff, pushing past him. Sam grabs my arm. "Watch it, mate." Ben grabs him. The other four walk in. "You got your posse of boy-toys to protect you." Sam mocks. "Like he said, watch it mate." Tyler retaliates. Lola tries to stand up. "Nuh-uh. You stay." I snap. "The reason why I got my friends to protect me was because you slapped me, then you threw my down the stairs by my hair." I say. "I suggest you take off my clothes, get on your clothes and run; before he throws you down the stairs as well." I add, turning to Lola. "Samuel Frailer, you are under arrest for physical abuse." Tyler's father, who is a police officer barges in. I look at my arm. "Ben, my arm is swollen and purple." I tug on his shirt sleeve. "Shit. Okay, let's get you to the hospital. Guys, can you pack her duffle bag. Put all the clothes, female hygiene and personal hygiene stuff you can fit in the duffle bag. Don't forget her guitars." Ben rushes me out of the door. Ben takes me to the hospital. The pain kicks in. "Motherfucker, fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, shit." I mutter under my breath in the waiting room. "Relax. I know it hurts, but chill. You don't need to be anymore stressed than you already are." Ben whispers. "Miss (Y/L/N)?" I stand up. The nurse takes Ben and I to a room. "Hello, Miss (Y/L/N). I'm doctor Klassen. So, what happened?" The doctor asks, she grabs my arm and I wince. "I was thrown down the stairs by my ex." I say. She looks at me worried. "He's now arrested." I add. She nods. "Your arm seems to be broken, but we have to take some X-rays to see how bad the fracture is. We also need to take some pee tests, just to be safe." She smiles. "Okay." I nod. I pee in the cup and go for X-rays. "So, we have good news and bad news." She says. "Bad news first, please." I say. "Your arm is fractured badly. You'll need surgery. The good news; you're pregnant." She says. My jaw drops and I look at Ben. "I can't possibly be pregnant. The last time I had sex was...two months ago." I say. "You're two months pregnant." She says. "What are we going to do?" I ask Ben.

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Ben has stepped up to the father role and I couldn't be happier. I have loved him since we were fifteen. Today is the gender reveal of our baby. I cut the large cake to reveal (B/P). "It's a (B/G)!" I shout, kissing Ben passionately. 

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"Ben, Ben. My fucking water broke." I shake him awake. "Shit, let's go." Ben helps me to he car. We get to the hospital and I push for an hour. "It's a (B/G)!" The doctor says. They clean the baby and give the baby to me. "What's the baby's name?" A nurse asks. "(Y/F/C/N) (Y/C/M/N) Jones." Ben smiles