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Love Actually - Part 2

Paring: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

AN: Here’s the requested Part 2! It got too long, so I had to break it up lol. There will be a Part 3 after this (final part). I also tried really hard to find an image/gif that would match this chapter better, but alas, there are only so many pictures of this scruffy guy. (And none in a real suit. 😂)

Read Part 1

Remember, this story is set in the same world as “Break Me Down,” and set before “Checkerboard.” But this can be read as a stand-alone! Hope you enjoy…

Word Count: 4,800 Tags/Warnings: Tense situations, bit of angst, lots of sexy fluff

Part 2: "Season’s Greetings"

Ben checked his watch again.

He’d lost count of how many times, how many minutes, how long he’d been waiting for you to come down the goddamn stairs so he could get this night over with.

You’d been getting ready for this dinner with your family for four hours. How long did it take you to slap on some makeup and throw on a dress?

Finally, he heaved a sigh and got up from the couch, adjusting the watch on his wrist. He stayed by the foot of the stairs and called up to you.

“Hey. What’s taking so damn long?” he asked. His brows were furrowed, mouth set in an aggravated frown. “I already told you. I’m not planning on being at this thing all night. So if you don’t come down here in the next ten minutes, I swear to fucking Christ—”

Ben stopped short, as he heard your footsteps at the top of the stairs. When he looked up with expectant, pursed lips, his face subtly froze.

“What? What’re you gonna do?” you teased. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you grasped the guardrail and carefully made your way down the stairs. These heels were no joke.

You had a black suede clutch tucked in your other hand, but Ben was drawn to the bright red of your dress. The color alone appealed to him. It called back a memory of a musty club, rich whiskey, and the dulcet tones of your voice.

But now, this dress was shorter. It also hugged your every curve and stopped just a few inches above the knee. He noticed a tantalizing little slit in the back, at the hem, leading his eyes down your sheer pantyhose and down to the tall, black heels.

His lips formed a teasing smile. “You sure you can walk in those?”

But you could see the truth in his eyes; he liked what he saw. They raked back up your body, taking in the short sleeves, the slight plunge of the neckline, the red lipstick as bright as your dress, the soft sweep of eyeliner and dark lashes—and you hoped he noticed the way you’d painstakingly done your hair into soft, ‘40s style waves.

“Do I look shaky to you?” you countered.

Ben tilted his head slightly as he stared up at you. “Not one bit.”

He reached out for you on the last step of the stairs. You took his hand and gave him a grateful look, but your hand didn’t stop there. It grazed up the sleeve of his suit jacket as you took him in with a smile.

Not often one to don a simple black suit, Ben went with a charcoal gray against a crisp black undershirt. No tie though, leaving the first couple of buttons casually open.

“Look at my man, all sharp and modern and sexy as hell,” you purred. He accepted the praise with a pleased quirk of his lips.

Normally you wouldn’t try to feed his peacock-level pride too much. He knew he was a damn fine-looking man. However, you also knew he wasn’t totally into meeting the rest of your family tonight. You knew you needed to give him a (well earned) ego boost.

“Gotta match my girl,” said Ben. Though he fingered the ends of your softly curled hair with a more genuine glint to his smile. “Though you’ve gone a bit vintage.”

“Compromise.” You grinned, and you leaned up for a soft kiss.

He met you there, even pressing his luck when his tongue begged entrance against your lips. You held his cheek and brushed your thumb there tenderly, but you soon broke away.

“We’ve got somewhere to be,” you reminded him. Ben sighed through his nose, though his hands molded to your waist.

“I didn’t realize you were that kinky,” he said. His voice was deep and suggestive. Your face started to heat up, even as your brows knitted with confusion.

“What?” you asked.

“I know you’re not gonna make me wait all night to get a taste of this,” he said. And he leaned down to begin plying you with his heavy hands and his lips along your neck. “I gotta assume you want me to fuck you in your mom’s house.”

You uttered a shocked laugh. You batted his shoulder, even though it didn’t even make him blink. His lips curved as they grazed your neck. He inhaled under your ear, making a pleasant shudder run down your spine. He hummed in approval.

“Is that the perfume I got you?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” you nodded. “I like it a lot. Makes me feel all warm and spicy.”

Ben chuckled into your neck. He did pull back eventually to thumb around the edge of one of your earrings—the second part of his Christmas gift to you. The white stone and silver filigree shone in the light.

“They look good,” he remarked, giving you a charming smile. “Better on you than the catalogue girl.”

Now that was an image. Soldier Boy: browsing through a magazine of women’s jewelry. You smiled brightly at him.

“Thank you, baby,” you replied. “They really are beautiful.”

Then you glanced down to find your gift to him on his wrist: a new silver Rolex. You turned his hand over to make sure that it fit him right.

“Not too tight, right? Not too loose.” you asked.

He shook his head. “Nah, it’s good.”

“Just good? Does it still need adjusting? We can go back to the store and have them fix it—”

“It’s perfect, sweetheart. Stop fussing,” he said. Your lips pursed as you looked up at him from the watch.

“I just want to make sure you’re happy with it, that’s all,” you said.

“I am,” he replied. But his smile, the hidden glint of something in his eyes, made you blush. Inside, you were warm and pleased.

“All right, let’s go then,” you said. “I’ve got the rum cake, and the actual rum ready to go in the kitchen. And the presents are lined up by the door. Can you load those up in the car for me while I get the food?”

Ben obliged you, though he soon balked at the army of presents waiting for him by the door. When did you have time to get all of these? He didn’t remember you buying all this shit.

Though he realized, this must’ve been how you filled your time after work, while he was gone for the past two weeks on that mission.

As he loaded the gifts into the car, Ben reluctantly remembered that it had been…strange, to be away from you. For the past few months, you two had fallen into a rhythm. Waking up to each other, busy morning routines before work, sharing your evenings afterwards.

You had also been making it your mission to find new things to do together. Like paintballing, of all things. Or comedy shows, new movies and restaurants, concerts, club nights with your friends. Though it was weird for him, sometimes, to go to a show without all the celebrity fanfare he used to get as Soldier Boy.

Well, he was still Soldier Boy. He just wasn’t getting paid anywhere near the same as he used to. (But let’s face it, he didn’t need the damn money. He’d earned plenty in 40 years of fame and family inheritance.)

People still knew his name, still worshiped him at times, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t part of Vought’s machine anymore. No one really told him what to do, but if he wanted this life—here, in upstate New York—he was forced to make efforts to color within the lines of the law (mostly). Hell, he actually worked for a living. Even if it was for the government.

The point was, he was part of something. And it wasn’t totally shit, even if he was surrounded by morons on a daily basis…

By the time you opened the passenger side door to interrupt his musings, Ben remembered to actually start the car.

“You okay?” you asked as you clicked in your seatbelt. You were keeping a close eye on him tonight, trying to gauge his shifting moods.

Ben hesitated, but when he glanced over at you, he reached over and thumbed at your chin, under those ruby red lips. It made you smile.

“Yeah,” he replied. Though he let out a subtle breath as he faced the road and took the wheel of the car. Ever perceptive though, you sent him an assessing look.

“You’re not nervous, are you?” you asked. His brows furrowed slightly.

“Why would I be?” he asked, his voice a bit sharp. Defensive, you interpreted.

Instead of answering, you leaned over and laid a hand on his thigh.

“Look, my mom already likes you. Louisa’s going to come around,” you said. Your mouth edged into a smile, of sorts. “I just need you to stop me from killing my aunt with a ladle.”

Ben snorted in response. “All right.”

When the two of you arrived at your mother’s house, she opened the door to her home and greeted your boyfriend like a long-lost son.

“Oh, Ben! Come in, please,” she beckoned, grabbing his arm and guiding him inside. “You look so handsome, my goodness!”

Ben couldn’t help offering a smile. It was infused with his usual charm.

“Marie,” he greeted with a nod. You shook your head, despite your own smile. Ben liked attention—along with a bit of praise and fanfare went without saying. And you knew your mom wouldn’t be the only one to play into that tonight.

“Hi, Mom,” you said pointedly, with a hand on your hip. Marie turned to you with a bright smile.

“Oh! Honey, there you are. Merry Christmas!” She brought you in and hugged you tight. She then fairly gushed as she took in your dress and touched your hair. “Oh, you look so beautiful. I wish you’d come earlier though. I need you to help me and Trina. Come on.”

Marie glanced up at Ben again. “Oh, you too, hun! We can introduce you to everyone.”

Ben nodded. He followed your lead behind your mother, and you inwardly steeled yourself on the way to the kitchen. The familiar smells awaiting you brought you back to the better parts of your childhood. Ones that were filled with music, laughs, and good food.

And if there was one redeeming quality about your Aunt Trina, it was that she could cook her ass off. Since your mom had always been more of the “boxed meal” variety cook, Trina always took over at Thanksgiving and Christmas, and just about every other family gathering.

She was putting the ham in the oven while your sister sat at the kitchen table with your Grandpa George, peeling potatoes. The bigger table in the dining room was currently set up with appetizers and wine.

But the sounds of chatter and pots and pans and cabinets closing—it all stopped when you and Ben entered the kitchen. You felt his hand at the small of your back, and whether he meant it to or not, that familiar touch stabilized you.

Even Trina stopped giving Louisa directions on how to correctly peel and cut the potatoes for boiling. Her mouth opened when she took in the sight of Ben, from head to toe.

“Good evening,” he said, if only to break the silence.

But you knew the rest was up to you. You curled a hand around his solid arm and gave him a smile, before looking to your family.

“Hey, guys. Merry Christmas!” you greeted. “This is my boyfriend, Ben.”

Trina squealed in excitement. She came over (with a wooden spoon in hand) to give you an enthusiastic hug and kiss. She held your arms and looked between you and Ben.

“Your mom said you were dating a superhero, but I had no idea…” she twittered. “I mean…it’s Soldier Boy. He’s in my kitchen!”

“It’s Mom’s kitchen, actually,” you muttered. Trina’s excitement dimmed slightly as she rolled her eyes at you.

“Ever the smart mouth,” she said, playfully whacking you in the ass with her spoon.

Ben smirked. He certainly agreed with your aunt’s assessment. He turned to her to offer something in greeting, but before he could, Louisa’s voice cut in from across the room.

“What should we call you? Ben, or Soldier Boy?” she asked dryly.

You frowned, gave your sister a look. Meanwhile, Ben didn’t quite make it to a smile, but he was civil when he answered her.

“Ben’s fine.”

You remained in the kitchen to help out, while Ben migrated to the living room with your grandfather. Ben grabbed a large glass of wine on his way there, along with a few mini quiche to tide him over until dinner.

He then noticed an old woman sleeping on the leather recliner.

“Who’s that?” he asked George.

“Oh, that’s Great Aunt Sylvia,” George said. “She just took an oxy for her hip. She’ll be passed out ‘til dinner.”

Ben blinked at the casual mention of oxycodone, but he wouldn’t mind a few of what Sylvia was having. Oxy gave him such a nice buzz.

But instead, he and George sat on opposite ends of the couch while Sylvia snored away.

For a moment, it was quiet, save for the soft crooning of Nat King Cole playing (and Sylvia). The music came from a small round speaker on the coffee table, Ben noticed. You’d told him about Alexa and Siri and all those techno bitches out there now, controlling people’s houses. He didn’t trust it.

“You like baseball?” George asked as he turned on the TV. Ben nodded, and the other man put on a game. Mets versus the Cubs, three to one. The men were silent for a while as they watched the game.

Unfortunately for Ben, that peace couldn’t last.

“So,” George started. “You’re a supe, huh?”

Ben inclined his head, sipping at his wine. This was what he fucking hated. Small talk.

“I remember you,” George said. “My wife and I liked that movie you made…King of Kings. With Charlton Heston. What a classic that guy was.”

Ben smiled. “He was a good time. Drank like a fucking fish.”

George raised a brow. “Did he? Well, we all need a glass every now and then.”

Ben nodded, taking a pointed sip of his wine.

“Heston. One of the few celebrities I gave a shit about when he died,” George said with a shake of his head. “Wasn’t long before my wife’s passing.”

You’d told Ben a lot about your grandmother. When your parents got divorced, she’d insisted that you, your mom, and your sister live with her and George. She didn’t want to take any chances with your dad, who’d been more than unstable at the time in his drinking.

Ben didn’t often pray. But he drank then with a silent toast, that good ole’ Jon was getting hot coals up the ass right about now. In hell.

Ben then considered your grandfather’s musings, realizing he hadn’t thought about his old pal Heston in a long time.

“How’d he die?” Ben asked. George glanced over at him.

“Well, official case was pneumonia. But it wasn’t all that clear,” he said. “However, I think he had a flare up.”

“Of what?” Ben asked.

George gave him a wry look. “The fate that all men fear. Ass cancer.”

Ben raised a brow, his mouth twitching. He had a feeling he knew where your sense of humor came from.

“You probably don’t have to worry about that,” George waved a dismissive hand. “You’re still young. Well, sort of…I mean, being superhuman and all that. I’m sure that comes in handy with the normal stuff, like the sniffles and whatnot…and hey! At least you won’t have to worry about your asshole fallin’ out.”

Ben actually smiled. Now he knew you were related to this man.

In the kitchen, you were trying and failing to dodge a game of “Twenty Questions” with your aunt, while you and your sister finished cutting potatoes. All of the questions were predictably centered around Ben. Luckily, you had a plate of mini quiche, cheese, and salami between you and Louisa to keep you pacified.

“Well, you’ve done well for yourself, I’ll give you that,” Trina said. “But why on God’s green Earth didn’t you tell us you were dating Soldier Boy? How the hell did you even meet him?”

Shit. There was more than one reason you hadn’t told the rest of your family yet, and this was partly it. How the hell were you supposed to explain this?

Louisa shot you a knowing look, along with a raised brow.

“Well, I was actually assigned to find him after he…went missing last year,” you said, keeping things purposefully vague. “We met and…things just kind of took off from there.”

Your mom and your sister didn’t even know all the details, but they knew this much. After Soldier Boy used his nuclear power to end Homelander, he’d escaped in the aftermath.

You’d been working a year in Surveillance at Supe Affairs, but you’d been a private investigator by trade, previously working at your father’s firm. You’d even worked at Vought for a few years, before joining the S.A.

You were then recruited by Grace Mallory to track down Soldier Boy, along with Butcher and his team.

…And that’s where things got complicated.

“But isn’t Soldier Boy the one who killed Homelander?” Trina asked. She stopped in her stirring of the cranberry sauce to look back at you. And you met her stare directly.

“Yes. He was partnered with the CIA on that.” Sort of. You added, “Homelander wasn’t the hero you all thought you knew, remember? He was a raging psychopath.”

Trina huffed at that.

“So was your father. And you still worked with him for years,” she remarked, even off-handedly as she went back to stirring.

Your entire body stilled. Inside, your temper was a lit fuse, preparing to ignite. You stuffed a mini quiche into your mouth to stop you from exploding.

And your mom and your sister recognized the danger. Louisa frowned tightly and touched your arm.

She had been too young to form a true relationship with your father by the time your parents were divorced, and your grandparents (and later you) hadn’t allowed Jon to interfere too much with Louisa's life. So Jon’s death, a mere seven months ago, hadn’t truly affected her as deeply as it had you.

And that in itself was complicated.

Marie paused in preparing the sweet potato casserole to give her sister a warning look.

“Trina, that’s not fair,” said Marie.

Your aunt shrugged. “It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

Slowly, you stood. You grabbed a hand towel and brushed the velvety remains of potato skin from your hands. You also took the plate of cheese cubes and salami with you.

“Honey, she just means—”

“I know what she meant, Mom,” you said. Your mother wasn’t confrontational. She would never tell her sister to shut the fuck up when she was being out of pocket.

But you had no problem doing so. You walked over to Trina, who saw the look in your eye and actually relented, realizing that there was, in fact, a line, and she had crossed it.

“Look, I’d like us to continue having a nice evening,” you told her. “Mention my father again, and it won’t be.”

After a moment, Trina nodded.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have said that. Don’t mind me,” she said. But then, she smiled. “I’m really happy for you, sweetheart. You’ve got a superhero! Who knew you’d pull that one off, huh?”

Your flat smile remained. “Oh, yeah? How do you mean?”

Trina faltered. Apparently, she hadn’t expected that.

“Oh. Well, you know…”

“No. I really don’t. Can you clarify for me?” you asked, using the same even tone you employed with testy co-workers on the Surveillance team.

Trina sighed. “Oh, honey. You’re a beautiful girl, but…”

“What?” you challenged. “Just say it.”

Behind Trina’s coil of dark hair piled on her head, Marie looked worried. Louisa was also on tenterhooks, gripping the kitchen table. She slowly got to her feet though, in case she needed to intervene.

“Well, I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Trina said. She gestured to you, after grabbing a cheese cube off your plate. “But your hips, hun. I mean, I enjoy a snack. A bon bon. A chocolate eclair. The occasional croissant, but the weight don’t come off easier as you get older, does it?”

You were officially burning like a tea kettle.

“And with a man like that…” Trina fanned herself with the discarded, empty bag of cranberries. “Mother of God. He’s gotta be beating ‘em off with a fucking stick.”

Your mom pursed her lips at the salty language, giving Trina a sharp glance (for multiple reasons).

Trina noticed, but she only popped another piece of salami into her mouth. “Sorry, hun.”

But then she turned back to you.

“And have you talked about kids yet? That’ll be some serious weight gain.”

You let out a sharp breath and raised your gaze heavenward, pleading for mercy.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered.

“I’m just sayin’!” she said. “He might have forever, but you certainly don’t.”

Now that one struck a nerve. Perhaps not the one she intended, but it cut deeply into you all the same. You and Ben had agreed to pin that conversation for now, but the fact was, he would continue to age much slower than you.

At your steely glare, Trina again raised her hands. This time in placating defense. “I’m trying to help you, is all I’m saying.”

You gripped the edge of the kitchen counter so tight you thought a manicured nail might break off. You’d reached the end of your tether.

“I’ve been here for all of five minutes—”

“Okay, you know what?” Louisa finally stepped in and grabbed your arm. “I need your help. Let’s find the red tablecloth so we can set the table.”

She led you out of the kitchen and into the hall, but you stopped short so fast that you skidded a bit in your heels. You took deep breaths and braced a hand against the wall.

You turned to your sister. “Why doesn’t she attack you like that?”

“Oh, believe me,” Louisa said, rolling her eyes. “I had my turn before you got here. I’ve been locked in with these clucking hens all morning.”

A grin twitched at the corner of your lips.

“My condolences,” you said. But then, you look at your sister a bit harder. “And you. What’s your problem, huh? How long are you going to give Ben a hard time?”

It took her a moment, but Louisa eventually sighed.

“I mean, Aunt Trina’s an asshole, but she kind of said it. He’s literally a century-years-old,” she said. “How do you not have a problem with that?”

You crossed your arms, though you knew you didn’t have a good answer for that one.

“Age is…relative.” You struggled against a wince.

“He lived through the damn Dust Bowl,” Louisa deadpanned. “He’s fucking ancient.”

You glared back at her. “Okay, enough. What’s your real problem, huh? I mean really.”

Louisa let out another sigh. Her hands went to her hips. You hadn’t had a chance to tell her, but she looked pretty tonight too in her black dress. It flared at the waist and reached her knees, and she’d paired it with some chunky red heels. She was a little taller than you normally, but not by much. As the older sister, you enjoyed finally being taller than her for once in your higher heels.

Still, you were annoyed with her right now. You sensed she had something deeper against Ben, and it wasn’t all about his age. When she eventually answered, it just confirmed your suspicions.

“He’s dangerous,” she said at last. “He’s so fucking dangerous.”

That disheartened you. Your lips pressed, and you held onto your own arms a bit tighter.

“Not to me,” you replied. Louisa’s frown deepened as her brows knitted together.

“Especially to you,” she said. “He kidnapped you.”

You gave a wan smile. “Not technically.”

That had been one of his subordinates, who’d taken you outside of Ben’s orders…

It was a long and complicated story, but basically, it had worked out for both of you in the end.

Louisa gave you a more incredulous look. “He’s got an atomic bomb in his chest.”

“He’s working on controlling it,” you insisted. “He’s gotten a lot better!”

Louisa threw her hands upward in exasperation and turned to leave you in the hall. You stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Look, I get it,” you said, meeting her gaze directly. “You’re worried about me. But here’s the thing…you don’t have to do that. I’m the one who looks out for you, remember?”

Once again, she frowned at you. “Why, just because you’re older?”

You gave her a teasing smile.

“Well, yeah.” Still, you grasped both of her arms, now crossed in front of her chest. “Lou, haven’t I always taken care of you?”

“Okay, yeah,” she said. “But who takes care of you? Who makes sure you’re all right?”

You gave her a patient, if knowing look.

She grimaced. “Oh, don’t you say it.”

“Honestly, Lou. He does take care of me…he makes me feel safe.” You bit your lip, and your eyes began to well up with the sting of tears, emotion rising in your throat. “I’ve never had that. Ever.”

Your sister released a heavy sigh. “I know.”

“Then can you actually try to get to know him? Please?” You rubbed her arms, pleading with your eyes. You wanted your family to like your boyfriend, but it was so much more than that. You didn’t want to have separate worlds. Everyone in this house was part of your family, and that now included Ben.

The longer she looked into your imploring eyes, Louisa’s grimace lightened, just a touch. “I’ll think about it.”

You smiled then, warmly as you hugged your sister. You then kissed her on the cheek, leaving the bright red imprint of your lipstick.

When you went back into the kitchen, your better mood was ruined pretty quickly by watching your aunt run your mother around the kitchen with demands and instructions. You decided to jump into the fray, taking a large serving bowl out of Marie’s hands before it tipped over.

“How’s the ham doing?” you asked.

“About half an hour or so, I think,” Trina said. “Maybe forty-five.”

“Okay, and what’s left?”

“Let’s get the desserts ready.”

While your help sorely relieved your mother, it was actually a terrible idea for your mental health. When you could take no more of Trina’s irritating, commanding voice in your ear, you had to take a breath (as well as down a full glass of wine).

You wordlessly asked Louisa to tag in for you before you traveled into the living room.

There you found Ben immersed in a baseball game with Grandpa George. Both men only looked up at you when you stood near the couch with crossed arms. Your nerves were on edge, your blood still just short of boiling, but you took pains to look pleasant.

“Who’s winning?” you asked.

Ben quirked a smile at the sight of you, while George gave his more freely.

“5 to 3. It’s close on the Mets,” he said. You realized then that you hadn’t even hugged your grandfather yet.

“Oh my God, Grandpa! I’m so sorry,” you said with a frown. You went over to hug him. “Trina has me all out of whack.”

George chuckled and patted you warmly on the back. “Why do you think I’m out here?”

You sighed with a wry smile. You then turned to Great Aunt Sylvia, who was still passed out in the recliner.

“Aunt Sylvia?” you tried. You went over to her and touched her arm.

“Leave her be, hun,” George told you. “Only the smell of food’ll rouse that woman.”

Your smile deepened. Then you turned to Ben, who’d been watching you with reserved interest. He’d never seen you with the rest of your family before.

You went to him on his side of the couch and asked, in a tone deceptively light, “How about a tour of the house? You haven’t even seen it all.”

He could admit, it was a fairly big house for just your mother, but he was more interested in the game.

“I’m watching this,” he said, gesturing at the screen. However, when he saw the tight press of your lips, he knew something wasn’t right with you. You were trying to tell him something with your eyes, he just didn’t know what.

You leaned down, subtly grabbing his thigh.

“I need you,” you whispered in his ear. “Now.”

The tone of your voice set his blood alight with new interest.

Ben’s resulting smirk was subtle, but edged.

“A tour it is.”

AN: Just when you thought you'd seen the last of my BMD cliffhangers. 😏

How'd you like Ben's introduction to his girlfriend's family? I also sincerely hope you don't have an "Aunt Trina" in your life. 🙄

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He grabbed your arms and meant to kiss you, but you stopped him with your fingers against his lips.

“Two rules: this lipstick doesn’t come off. And no. Ripping. The dress.”

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A/N: thank you all for the likes on my posts! im so happy that you guys have been enjoying my work😭🫶🏽 i tried a lil bit of Minhos pov this time. Enjoy!!

SUMMARY: Minho’s friends are noticing how he pays extra attention to you and encourage him to talk to you.

PARING: shy!fem!reader x Minho

WARNINGS: nothing fluff❤️

WORD COUNT: 1367

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Quiet, is what the gladers described you as.

You came into the glade 3 months ago, scared and alone. You didn't talk to anyone when you got out of the box, but, when you did it was only a few words.

It was weird for everyone to have a girl around, multiple gladers hit on you but realized it was no use when you wouldn't respond.

And when it came time to pick a job, you chose to be a Gardner. Ever since you first tried it out, you liked how it kept your mind off the fact that you were stuck in the maze.

Everyone who worked in the gardens knew you didn't like talking much, so they mostly left you to yourself, which you were grateful for.

You just finished your work in the gardens and made your way to the kitchens, you didn't eat lunch earlier so you were starving.

You grabbed a plate of Frypan’s ham sandwich and hurriedly sat down. You took a bite of the sandwich, silently thanking Frypan for his cooking skills.

You went to take another bite when you felt eyes on you. You were used to getting stared at since you were, you know, the only girl.

But this felt different. You couldn't quite describe it. You soon chose to ignore it and continued eating.

On the other end of the stare was Minho. He hadn't touched his sandwich since he saw you enter, too occupied watching you.

“Dude, stop staring it's creepy” Ben set his sandwich back on his plate, still chewing.

Minho broke his gaze, turning to Ben, “I don't know what you're talking about”, eventually picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.

“She’s going to notice soon that a random dude is staring at her,” he said, soon following Minho’s actions and taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Minho proceeded to ignore him, when Newt sat down across from Minho and Ben, setting his plate down.

“Hey Shanks, what's going on?” Minho watched as Newt took a bite out of his sandwich.

“Just eating with a creep who likes to stare at people” Ben responded jokingly causing Minho to roll his eyes.

Newt raises his brows in confusion “What are you talking about?” he asks.

“Minho’s been staring at Y/N ever since she stepped foot in here.”

“I know, this isn’t the first time,” Newt explains. “He’s been doing this ever since she came up in that box,”

Newt wasn't lying. Minho had been paying extra attention to you ever since you came to the glade.

He liked how you were in your own world, and never seemed to be bothered by anyone.

The following weeks after you came up, he couldn't understand why he couldn't stop watching you, and furthermore why his heart beat every time he saw you.

He soon found himself telling Frypan to save an extra plate for you because he noticed how you woke up late most of the time and missed breakfast.

And while Minho did all that, Newt was watching him. He could tell how he felt about you.

“Why haven’t I noticed then?” Ben's eyes widened at the new information.

“I dunno, maybe cause you’re a slinthead” Newt spoke before taking another bite out of his sandwich.

Ben raised his hand into a fist threateningly, causing Newt to put his hands up in defeat. “You should ask her to sit with us tomorrow,” Ben suggested lowering his fist.

“I dunno..” Minho said, uncertain.

Ben nudged him slightly with his elbow. “Come on”

Soon Newt found himself joining in, “What could possibly happen?”

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And so that day Minho found himself asking you to sit with them.

You were in the gardens planting tomato seeds. You put the bag of seeds down to tuck your hair behind your ear when you see a pair of boots in front of you.

It was Minho.

He came back from the maze to see you working in the gardens, remembering what Ben and Newt said, he gathered the courage to ask you.

You stood up from your kneeling position, brushing you pants off.

“Hey uhh, Would you, maybe, want to sit with me and a couple of other gladers during dinner?” Minho asked, hoping his nervousness wasn't showing.

You were more than surprised, you were dumbfounded. You would have expected anyone to ask you that, but not Minho. Your heart was beating and you couldn't understand why.

You knew who he was. I mean, the man was gorgeous with his black hair and buff arms and he knows it. He had an amazing smile and furthermore, he was a runner.

So why was he asking you, a quiet girl who barley speaks, to have dinner with him and his friends?

You didn't know why.

“I..uhh..sure,” you said barely above a whisper.

“Okay, well I'll see you at, uhm, dinner” Minho kept his composure before turning around.

He couldn't believe it. You said yes. He made a mental note to thank Ben and Newt later.

He walked to the map room grinning from ear to ear.

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Later that day, Minho found himself waiting for you at the same table with Newt across from him and Ben to his left.

“What if she doesn't come?” Minho said, bouncing his leg up and down.

“Minho, it's dinner, where else would she go?” Ben rolled his eyes as Newt laughed at his response.

Minho’s leg stopped bouncing as he caught sight of you. You walked towards them with a ham sandwich (again) making eye contact with Minho.

Ben and Newt followed Minho’s gaze to you walking towards them.

“uhm..hi” you said, holding your plate awkwardly.

“Hey Y/N”

“Hey”

Newt and Ben looked at Minho, waiting for him to reply to you.

“Hey” he finally met out.

Newt patted the spot next to him. You sat next to him and set down your plate, and soon after that the conversation between them began to flow.

“I only tripped one time!” Ben argued.

Newt and Minho laughed before Newt continued“I saw you trip at least five times and that was this week alone”

You found yourself joining in the laughter.

“Come on Y/N!, not you too,” Ben said in defeat.

You laughed, “I'm sorry, I can't help it.

He watched you, laughing, he’d never seen anything so beautiful. You'd always been so quiet, this was the first time he'd seen you laugh.

Ben nudged him in the arm “You're staring” he whispered.

Minho quickly looked away, not wanting to seem creepy.

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After a while, you all cleaned up. You were all planning to take a walk together but Ben and Newt said they had to leave so it was just you and Minho.

You and Minho were now walking together.

“How was the maze?” you asked softly.

That was the second time Minho had heard you speak above a whisper today. The first being when you apologized to Ben earlier.

“It was the same, nothing new yet. How were the gardens?”

“Nothing new either unless you find planting tomatoes interesting”

Minho chuckled. This was now the first time Minho had heard you tell a joke. It seemed he heard a lot of first’s today.

It turned silent after that. Not an awkward silence, a comfortable one.

You felt Minho’s fingers brush against yours as your fingers interlocked.

He turned towards you to find you blushing.

This had now been the first time he saw you blushing.

“I was wondering, uhm, would you want to go on a date with me?” he asked “ Only if you want to I'm not going to make you do anything you-”

“I’d love to,” you said.

He stopped walking and turned towards you.

“Okay..well, uhm, great”

“Yeah,” you said giggling.

You look up, locking eyes with him.

You wrap your arms around his waist as he wraps his around your shoulder.

Minho lifts his head to see Newt and Ben hiding behind a tree. “Shuck”

“What?” She questions.

“Nothing” He looks back at Ben and Newt to see them giving him a thumbs up.

A smile grew on his face.

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raythekiller · 11 months

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Ticci Toby nsfw alphabet :0? please and thank you!

🗒 ❛ NSFW Alphabet ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Ticci Toby

#Notes: ugh i love him sm

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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A - AFTERCARE

Super touchy feely and gentle. Will clean you up himself, you don't even have to ask. Cuddles afterwards are a must.

B - BODY PART

Another chest guy, boobs or not. His hands just gravitate towards it as you're having sex.

C - CUM

Likes coming on top of your stomach the most. Since you're normally barebacking and he doesn't want to risk anything, he pulls out last second.

D - DIRTY SECRET

Well, he thinks it's a secret, but everybody knows he's never even kissed anyone, let alone had sex before.

E - EXPERIENCE

As mentioned above, no sex experience, didn't even watch much porn like other guys his age, which is why he normally likes you taking the lead.

F - FAVORITE POSITION

Matting press. Doggy if he's the one getting fucked, he's too embarrassed to let you see his face.

G - GOOFY

He's more passionate than funny, since he takes it quite seriously. Will crack a few jokes after it's done, though.

H - HAIR

Actually pretty well groomed, likes to keep his junk clean. Too much hair and he feels gross. Not clean shaven, but fairly decent.

I - INTIMACY

Super romantic and passionate. The fact you want to do something so intimate with him makes his heart flutter, so he wants you to feel appreciated as well.

J - JACK OFF

Doesn't do it too often, never did even as a teenager. When he does, he doesn't even watch anything, just silence as he works his magic.

K - KINK

Here's a full post on his kinks.

L - LOCATION

Doesn't want to admit it, but in the middle of the woods. Loves the idea of fucking you against a tree and the risk of getting caught.

M - MOTIVATION

Mentioned this before, but dirty talking is a HUGE turn on for him. Just whisper something in his ear and he's yours.

N - NO

Similar to Ben, doesn't want to do anything to hurt or upset you, like impact play or degradation. Unlike Ben, he won't budge no matter how much you tell him it's okay.

O - ORAL

Giving, definitely. Even though he has no experience, he's a fast learner. Won't stop until you've come on his face.

P - PACE

He gets a bit desperate, so he might now be as slow and sensual as he wants to. The thrusts become messy and fast after a little while.

Q - QUICKIE

Prefers to take his time with you, so quickies aren't a very often occurrence. He wants to make sure you're completely satisfied.

R - RISK

Pretty open to experimenting. Other than that, the most risk he'll take is, again, public sex in the forest.

S - STAMINA

Oh, he'll go on for hours without breaks. It's insane the amount of energy he has. Though he comes pretty fast, he'll make up for it by coming multiple times in a row. As many as you want.

T - TOYS

Doesn't own or like them that much, honestly, but if you wanna try it he's all game. That being said, strap-ons are a completely different story for him.

U - UNFAIR

Can't tease or handle teasing. Doesn't mean he doesn't like it when you're a bit cheeky, though, but he gets worked up super fast.

V - VOLUME

Fairly loud, also a whimperer. Doesn't speak much during sex, just incoherent ramblings about how good you're making him feel. He gets fucked stupid really easily.

W - WILD CARD

Fucking loves it if you scratch his back while he's pounding into you. He can't feel it anyway, and it's a sign that he's doing a good job.

X - X-RAY

Pretty good size, about 8 inches, not too thick. Curves a little to the left.

Y - YEARNING

Not too horny, honestly. You're gonna have to initiate it most of the time if you wanna get laid with him. Not that he minds.

Z - ZZZ

Can't sleep for a good while after. He just holds you untill you go out and stares at your face lovingly, tucking any stray hair behind your ear.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ray.writes #ticci toby smut

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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best kept secret; eddie munson

prompt: eddie munson is hated by every man in town, but secretly loved by all the ladies, and not just for his large personality.

word count: 3k

warnings: SMUTTTT (go away children), mentions of hands on necks, brief mention of breeding kinks, dumbification, idk what else but just let me know :)

Was this a bad idea? Probably.

No, this was definitely a bad idea, but you weren’t thinking when you showed up at Eddie Munson’s trailer at 11pm, horny and desperate.

When you appeared at his door, he was shocked to say the least. You had been in school together since elementary, in separate social circles, but you were never mean to him, so you were an acquaintance in his book.

“Uh, hey?” He said, shirtless in just some flannel sleep pants, making your mouth water already.

“Can I come in?” You asked, his eyebrows raising but letting you in, dressed in jeans and an oversized sweater.

“Not to be a dick, but why are you here?”

The question was valid on his end, but to you it made total sense. Eddie Munson just happened to be Hawkins best kept secret amongst women, he was known to be killer in the bedroom. While most girls at school would turn their nose in public, some did the same thing you hoped for, losing their mind against his sheets.

“I, uh, was wondering if I could have some assistance?” You stuttered, playing with the bracelet on your wrist as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

He suppressed a chuckle, “What, like a flat tire? Cause if it’s school related, you’re screwed.”

Smiling, you tried to think of any way to ask the abrupt question with any amount of composure or decency. The nerves stockpiling in your stomach were consuming you, but the need to be touched was far greater.

“I know your reputation.” You blurted, taking a step closer to him that you could practically feel his body heat.

“I think everyone does?” He peered at you, trying to get any read on your emotions or the reason why you decided to show up at his door.

Blood flushed to your cheeks as you let out a nervous laugh, “No, I mean, uh, with the ladies.”

The toothy grin appeared after a few beats as he took one step closer to you, only a few inches from his face. You wanted to look away in shame, but his brown eyes were capturing you.

“Thought you had a little boyfriend from the football team?” This was true, you had been dating Ben Prout for about a year and you two were far from a power couple, like Jason and Chrissy, but people were aware of your relationship.

“He doesn’t touch me.” The words felt icy, but it was the truth. Ben was a selfish lover, usually opting to finish and leaving you high and dry. “Plus he's been cheating on me with Marcia, from seventh period, for a few weeks.”

A bit taken aback by your vulnerable revelation, he nodded, taking a step closer to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The pads of his fingers were coarse from his guitar playing, leaving chills across your body in their wake.

“You need to get fucked don’t you?” The lewd words dripped from his mouth into yours as it hung open, breathing hard before colliding lips. While you began eager, it didn’t take long for him to take the reins, holding your face and determining the pace. He backed you into his bedroom, slamming the door shut with such force it shook the trailer a bit.

He wasted no time in undressing you, pleasantly surprised to see how your bra and panties matched, a soft lilac color with a small flower on the waistband. You sighed as his hands began roaming your body, his mouth nipping at your collarbones to leave hickies that would remain for days afterwards.

Stepping back to get a look at you as you fell against the bed had him pause, a sly grin etching his face at your needy demeanor. “So you came all this way, just to get screwed by the town freak?”

His body stood between your legs as he peeled off his shirt, an unintentional groan exerting from your mouth. “Yeah, I need you.”

“Awe,” He taunted, peeling off his jeans to leave him in his boxers, “You need to get fucked that bad? Going to a guy you barely knows house just to get stuffed.”

You agreed as he kissed down your chest, removing your bra, “Yeah, but I know you Eddie. We’ve gone to the same school for years.” You whimpered when his mouth reached a nipple, spit sliding off the curve of your breast.

“Y-You’re in that band, right? Corroded Coffin? A-and you’re in Hellfire with those other boys?” Your stammering pleased him as he released from your chest with a pop, not missing the faint blush on his cheeks, but making sure to make a remark to save his ass, “Someone did their research.”

The trail down to your navel was littered with kisses, nibbling, and sucking before his breath hit your soaking center. Eddie could be a greedy bastard if he wanted to, this was one of those times. Immediately pulling down the frail material, his fingers entered you as you mewled, arching your back. He let out a string of curses at the sight, feeling himself growing harder in his boxers, dipping down to place his tongue on your clit.

“Look like a damn pornstar. You’re soaked already, ole Benny been neglecting you, hm?” He cooed, watching as your slick began to cover his rings, shining against the light of the moon through his window. He wished he had a polaroid to capture this, but his lips went back to work against your bundle of nerves, already feeling a climax approaching.

“I think I came one or two times with him, but he didn’t go down on me.” You admitted, Eddie’s brown eyes looking up at yours, a bit stunned. He chose to keep his mouth on your pussy, working faster until you were on edge. His two digits pumped in and out, curving to find your g-spot as he traced shapes and letters against your bud.

As your orgasm approached, your hands went to his hair, holding it lightly while your moans got louder. The first climax of the night rolled over your body calmly, slightly shivering as he quickened his pace, sensitive from it all. It had been months since you came and it was apparent.

Eddie lifted up bending your knees to your chest to get a better view of your swollen pussy, your wetness coating his lower face. “He’s missing out.” He ogled, letting his thumb run against your labia as you shivered, “Feeling okay?”

You gave him a thumbs up as you tried to regulate your breathing which made him laugh, coming to eye level to kiss you again. The taste of yourself mixed with his spit felt exhilarating, hand going behind his neck and gripping at his hair. He caught your bottom lip in his teeth, dragging it briefly.

“You wanna keep going?” He checked as you felt his clothed boner against your cunt, the feeling alone could have sent you over the edge.

“Fuck yeah.” You beamed, his own toothy grin making an appearance.

“Can’t lie to you, you’ve really got me going.” He started, “Gotta tell me if it’s too much, ‘kay?” Once you acknowledged your consent, lips met one anothers again, his hand coming down to press your hips against the bed. You could feel him aching through his boxers while he grinded against you.

Raising himself up, he sat on his haunches and helped you position on all fours. This alone was thrilling as you had been accustomed to just missionary, which was good, but this was enticing. His hands grabbed at the meat of your ass, a hiss leaving your lips at the tension. He lifted to his knees, guiding himself against your center with one hand gripping at his headboard.

When his tip entered, you suspended any movement, completely focused on every ridge and vein. You felt his spare hand rubbing your hip, “Gotta relax for me, gonna hurt if you don’t.”

You obeyed, dropping to your elbows as he sank further in, beginning small strokes. He hadn’t even fully entered you yet and you were falling apart. The dainty noises leaving your mouth edged him on as he went deeper. You let out a ragged moan as he flushed against you, holding you still against him.

“Feel good, baby?” His voice was kind, but littered with arrogance as he knew he had you in the palm of his hand. “Wanna go faster?”

He thought your head could fall off from how intensely you nodded, he landed a slap against your ass before speeding his tempo. He mixed between full and half thrusts, trying to figure out what was getting you going the most, but they blended together as he saw how your upper half was sinking to the mattress.

“Tell me,” He gruffed, grabbing your hair to pull up to his face, voice tickling your ear, “How good do you feel?” You only released a squeak to his delight, a few tears falling down your cheek.

“Awe, you need dick so badly, don’t you? Just need someone to fuck you properly?” He teased, you hadn’t expected Eddie to be as into dirty talk as he was, but you should’ve expected it. He spent most of his time playing a fantasy game where he made new characters, of course he was gonna be good with his words.

He let your head fall back down, slapping your ass again, “Fuck yourself on me.”

You whined as your hips went backwards, stunting at the feeling of his cock fully inside you, but he smacked your ass harshly, swinging you back into motion. You thrusted against him as he enjoyed watching you adjust to him, taking a few calming breaths to make sure he didn’t explode quite yet.

While it was fun to see you try and get yourself off, he much preferred seeing you a mess beneath him. He clasped onto your side with one hand as the other went to your clit, flinching at the sensitivity, but immediately softening at his touch. You thought you could feel him everywhere as your mind began to slip.

Actions ruthless, he laughed as you came again, “Shit, you’re just too easy, you love it.” You cried as he didn’t withhold any motion on the account of finishing again, feeling your body shake against his.

“How much do you love it?” He gritted, moving his hand from your clit to rub at your stomach, the soothing motion was enough to get you to form words.

“A lot, thank you master.” You babbled, drool coming from your lips and a bit onto his sheets. But his mind was hyper focused on the pet name, yanking you up again by your throat, cool rings making it all the more hypnotic.

“Master?” He gaped as you gulped, he could feel it against your warm skin. He loved the name, always wanting to experiment with it in the bedroom, but figuring most girls wouldn’t want to feed into his peculiar status as Dungeon Master. Taking one look at you, he knew there was another motive.

“What’s my name?” His grip tightened against your neck, gasping with a moan as his hips still moved steadily. You whimpered, biting your lip in slight embarrassment.

“You got so fucking cock drunk that you forgot my name, didn’t you?” He ridiculed, his fingers going to your open mouth to rest on your tongue. More than anything, he was amazed he was able to bring you to this state, forgetting the name of a boy you’d known since childhood.

“My. Name. Is. Eddie.” He proclaimed, each halt resulting in a firm thrust, gasping at each one. You mewled against his fingers, but he pulled them to grab your cheek and look in your eyes, back fully against his chest.

“I love your cock, Eddie. So much!” You cried, letting him lower both of you against the bed, his weight resting on you until he propped up, still inside of you. He fucked you into the mattress, the squeaks from the bed and your mouth filling the room.

“Eddie, please.” You fussd as abruptly pulled out, much to your dismay, but you glanced back to see him extremely flushed. You could tell by the throbbing he was on the brink of losing it, hands rubbing his face.

Wordlessly, he flipped you to your back, kissing you as he thrusted in fully. You wailed, arching against him as he forced your legs against your chest, knees bending. Watching as he lifted your legs over his shoulders.

“Oh my God.” You sobbed, feeling so stretched out you could rip in two pieces. But if it meant you could feel like this? You would rip into a million for him. His knees shifted beside your hips, giving him better access to you.

He held your face in one hand as his eyes bored into yours, both of you too pent up to be thinking about how romantic these long gazes were. His thumb pulled your bottom lip down, letting him spit into your mouth to watch you greedily swallow it.

“You really are such a cock slut, aren’t you?” He cooed, “You get so dumb over my dick, let me spit in your fucking mouth, I bet you’d even let me fuck a baby into you?” While it was a backless taunt, he felt the way you squeezed around him, the thought of him filling you up to the brim had you aching even more.

He let out a breathless, astonished laugh. “You would let me fuck you so good, I could give you a baby? Just so you could get filled up?” You nodded in shame, crying as he bottomed out again, rubbing circles against your clit. “Would you let me fuck that little asshole?” He pressed, but to his surprise you kept nodding, watery eyes staring into his. He could see how fast you were losing it, mouth still hanging open from when he spit in it.

“You would do anything for this cock, wouldn’t you?” At this point, he was feeding his own ego, but watching you submit to him was as pleasurable as the feeling of being inside of you.

He groaned before kissing you again, hand coming to tweak your pert nipple. Your body was on fire underneath him, brain completely flustered by his actions, but you couldn’t tell if Eddie was igniting or extinguishing this desire. Was he fucking you so good you’d be sedated for a few weeks or would you need this daily?

You didn’t have much time to contemplate as your body shook, another orgasm threatening to come across your overstimulated body. Your mouth left his as you sniffled, his grasp on your face to force you to look at him.

You were at his complete disposal as you looked into his kind eyes, breath staggering as he approached on his own finish. You lifted your hands to cup both sides of his face, pulling your foreheads together.

“You’re okay, I got you, I got you.” He stuttered, feeling you convulse against his body before he let go himself. He cursed against your cheek, flooding your walls with his release, giving a few weak thrusts to milk it out, falling against you limply.

You laid in each other's arms momentarily, still wrapping your heads around what happened just seconds ago. He rolled onto his side, exiting your cunt while you whimpered, the feeling of being empty was chilling. But he pulled you into his chest, kissing your head affectionately, giving you a few more minutes to collect yourself.

“Do you fuck all your girls like that?” You couldn’t help, but wonder if this sensation was for all the women who wandered into Eddie Munson’s trailer on the wrong side of the tracks or if you had just gotten incredibly lucky. You felt his warm breath against your head, taking a sharp inhale.

“No.” He imparted, stroking his fingers against your soft hair, “I’ve only fucked, like, 3 girls like 2 years ago so word really does get around.” You giggled at his comment, suppressing the surprise that, while he was fantastic, he wasn’t this holy grail man all the girls came to.

“But this?” He trailed, his digits going to rub your arms, “This was by far the best though, that was so hot.” You felt bashful as you shoved your face against his rumbling chest, pulling you to look in his eyes, “Kinda hard to hide from me now since I literally just spent half an hour inside you.”

His tone was playful as you rolled your eyes, smiling at him, feeling his seed still seeping from your hole. You almost moaned at the feeling, a reminder of the way he contorted you into extreme amounts of pleasure.

As the laughter faded naturally, you laid there across from one another, exhaustion hitting both of you like a truck. You were able to peel yourself from his warm embrace to put your clothes back on, a sly whistle leaving his lips when you bent over to get your underwear from the floor. He noticed his release beginning to trickle down your thigh, resisting the urge to lap it up with his tongue and kiss you. He only snapped out of his fantasy to see you giving him the middle finger playfully.

“Thanks, by the way, hope it wasn’t too weird.” You confided, adjusting your belt to the correct loop, pulling it through.

“Not at all, I’m always here.” He foreshadowed, knowing this couldn’t be the last time you would wind up here because now he knew to seek you out as well. You smiled kindly, leaning down to kiss his forehead and walking out his front door.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

authors note: hey so i wrote this on a whim while horny so there's probably mistakes but WHOOPS.

i will never escape the horny on main allegations, sorry.

anyways heres the taglist, lmk if u wanna be on there, feedback is always appreciated :)

@meaganjm @masterofmunson @downbythebay4 @wicked-wordy-witchy-witch @femalefilmaker @wiltedwonderland @yourthebrokengirl @jessyballet @iheartyouyou @gloryekaterina @missscarlettangel @variety-fangirl @wigglywoos59 @imsuchafriggensimp @thegirlblogstuff @lovelyladymayyy @strawwberrry @ktjmac @dovesnrosesnreblogs @fknemily @spn-obession @diaryofthedoll

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 9 months

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Could I get headcanons with Ben, Toby and Jeff with a Gn s/o who has a bunch of acne scars on their face and they are really insecure about them

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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BEN

He has a lot of acne too, he is a greasy little piss goblin after all

So he's kind of just come desensitized to seeing acne scars

But when he walks in on you staring at yourself in the mirror, touching the scars on your face and making displeased faces, he realizes that you obviously don't have the same outlook that he does

He comes up behind you and puts his chin on your shoulder, looking at himself in the mirror "you ok?"

You look down at your hands "Yeah...just looking at them"

He kisses your shoulder and begins to massage your shoulders "aint no use in it. Come on, come snuggle with me" he says, in a near whiny voice

You let out a small sigh and nod, turning and allowing BEN to push you onto the mattress, he crawls on top of you and lays on your chest "you worry way too much" he mumbles

You begin to rub his head, twirling your finger in his hair "do i?" You ask

He smiles and looks up at you "definetly" he begins to kiss your face softly, kissing every scar, kissing your eyelids, and finally kissing your lips

He pulls away with an over exaggerated smooch noise and begins tucking strands of hair behind your ear

"I love your stupid face, even if you don't love it, I guess I can love it enough for the both of us" he murmurs, looking at your lips

You smile and kiss his forehead "thank you, ben"

Toby

Toby was in the middle of going up to your bedroom, wanting to ask if you want fast food for dinner when he found you

Sitting at your desk, brows furrowed and hands touching all of the scars

"Hey" he says, alerting you of his presence

You turn to look at your boyfriend, who is now closing your door and standing in front of your mirror with you

"Hey" you say back, turning back to the mirror

It is silent for a moment, before Toby speaks up again "y-you know, you don't have to b-be ashamed of your face" he says coming up behind you and kissing your head

You sigh "i know, i just hate how they look..."

He pulls down his mask, and lets it rest under his chin, showing off his cheek gash, split eyebrow and multiple scars along his nose, from many times of it being broken

He kisses your cheek before looking back in the mirror with you "w-well, maybe we can both not like- not like our faces"

You turn to look at him once more "i like your face, though"

He smiles "i like yours too"

You kiss his lips, before gently rubbing a finger around the top of his cheek gash "thanks, i try to make it look nice"

It is now his turn to kiss you, smiling as he does so "you always look n-nice"

He spins your chair to be facing him, before taking your face in his hands and kissing you all over your face, refusing to stop until you forget all about your insecurities

Jeff

You were sitting in bed together, scrolling your respective phones

You decide you've had enough of technology, and turn off your phone, the black screen showing your face

Your eyes linger on your face for a second, your brows furrowing and a hand going to touch your face

Jeff notices this, and raises a brow, turning his own phone off and looking at you "what're you doing?"

You look at him, jumping a little at the sudden noise "ah, just looking"

"...at your face? We have mirrors for that" he snorts

You smile at his comment, looking away from him for a moment "does my face look weird to you? Like, the scars?"

He is silent for a moment, before laughing, which causes you to look at him again

"Do you even see who you're asking?" His laughter dies down, and he sits up "nah, i like your face"

He leans in and kisses you "and your scars"

You smile "do you promise?"

"Pinky promise." He says, lifting up his pinky and interlocking it with yours, sealing the promise with a kiss to your fingers

You laugh at his antics before pulling your finger away and laying back down

Which gives jeff the perfect opportunity to pounce, crawling on top of you and beginning to kiss you from your forehead, all the way down to your chest

Hope you're comfortable, because you won't be moving for a while.

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stillfrownyclownlol · 5 months

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Just a thing with Aidlyn, he's a little obsessive here tho, so...be warned ":>

They're a bit older, enough to drive/get a driver's license.

Aiden took a long, deep drag of his cigarette, the fumes burning his throat, before letting the smoke billow out of the corners of his mouth, like a dragon, the heat a warning of something worse to come. Of course, it was disgusting. It was rare for him not to find himself disgusting.

Epinephrine

"That's disgusting."

He'd quit, if she asked. But she hadn't used those specific words yet, so. "I know."

Ash tucked a bright red tendril of hair behind her ear- God, he loved her hair, he had a lock of it home, but, she didn't need to know that- while sighing. "So, what? You just came on my porch to smoke like an asshole?"

He let himself frown at that. It was a strange, awkward motion that felt wrong on his face, but, he was trying to be more honest with his emotions around her, because she didn't like his 'mask', as she had bluntly put it. "You weren't picking up my calls."

She groaned, putting her fingers to her temple and the bridge of her nose. It was a gesture he saw a lot of, especially directed at him. His mother, disappointed. His dad, frustrated. Ben, irritated. And now, Ashlyn as well.

What am I doing wrong? Why can't I get it right? What do you want, and how can I give it to you?

"I didn't pick up because I was upset with you."

Duh. He wasn't that stupid.

"I'm sorry. Again." He meant it, too. He was so fucking sorry all the time. He knew he was...difficult, to handle. But he didn't know any other way of being. She was a goddamned Saint for putting up with him, honestly. He genuinely wanted to kill himself whenever she was mad at him. Why even live if she wasn't going to be around him?

St. Ashlyn of Alto, Patron of Patience and Fuck Ups.

For some reason, his apology seemed to have the opposite effect it had intended. "Sorry? Are you joking right now?

It would be a lousy fucking joke if he was. "I'm serious, I'm sorry. I...I messed up- again. I just...I don't know-"

Ash crossed her arms, and he thought for a second how unfair it was that she still looked so pretty when she was so pissed off at him. "Aiden, you can't just go on joyrides after a binge! You could've killed someone!"

He took another drag, his jaw clenching painfully.

"You- You could've killed yourself." There was a note of desperation in her tone, one he was intimately familiar with. She loved him. He could hear it in the nervous tremor in her voice whenever that desperation spilt into her words. His heart skipped a beat, went all aflutter, something sufficiently ridiculous and enamoured.

He did a lot of things that could get himself killed.

It was always just for fun. But nothing beat the high he felt when she looked at him with those eyes, wide and pleading. Adoring. For a few, heartache inducing seconds, it almost seemed to him that she loved him the way he loved her.

But always after, she pulled away. Cold and guarded like when they'd first met. It was horrible, if that look was like hitting a high, that cold-shoulder was like the worst kind of crash. Worse than a hangover, worse than detoxing, worse than any pain he'd gone through in his life.

The closest word he could compare it to was soul-crushing. And even then, he didn't think it quite measured up to how he felt.

"Forgive me, please." Abruptly, he pulled her into his arms, sinking his nose into her hair. She smelled nice, he didn't know like what exactly, but it was nice.

He felt her body stiffen uncomfortably for a moment, before relaxing into his touch, a long, drawn-out sigh escaping her lips. It was a tired sigh, the sigh of somebody burdened heavily, but completely resigned. "...Give me some time."

But she still wrapped her hands around his waist, and already warmth rushed through his veins, her fingers causing goosebumps to rise over his skin. A shiver crawled slowly up his spine, both delighted and disturbed. He hugged her a little tighter, dug his nails into the fabric of her shirt, like she'd slip through his hands if he wasn't careful.

She will, if you aren't careful. Get it together.

"We have all the time in the world," he murmured, soft and still, but he knew she would hear him.

She leaned up towards him, balancing gracefully on the tip of her toes, and fixed him with a hard, angry stare. "Seriously, if you do that again, I'll kill you myself."

His heart stuttered, erratic and unsteady. He thought of her pinning him to the cold ground, a knife to his throat, her eyes as dark as the sky above them. And she looked beautiful back-lit by the stars, the blade gleaming.

You could. You could, and I would let you.

"I'll behave, scout's honor." He crossed an X over his heart and cracked a smile at her. To his relief, she smiled back at him.

(Well, it wasn't really a smile, but at least she wasn't scowling anymore.)

"I doubt it," she answered, but there was no malice in her voice. Only something ironic.

"Maybe I need an incentive?" He was probably pushing his luck, but it didn't hurt to try-

Ash looked at him strangely, in a way he couldn't read. "...Alright."

She rested her hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards her, their mouths meeting clumsily, uncoordinated. Inexplicably, she tasted like candy.

Heart palpitations. Arrhythmia. Dizziness. Accelerated breathing. What are these the symptoms of?

He kissed her a little more forcefully, a gnawing hunger growing in the pit of his stomach, and he waited for the sugar-rush to hit him.

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#ashlyn banner #aiden clark #aidlyn #aiden x ashlyn

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fbfh · 7 months

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curiosity is a wonderful thing - ch. 6

wc: 2.8k

genre: slowburn, best friends to lovers, painful tooth rotting fluff

pairing: Audrey x Ben, eventual Ben x daughter of alice!reader

warnings: ben's deeply repressed feelings looming ominously in the distance, audrey being an absolute bitch but what's new, op fixing the lore with nail glue and packing tape, Evie is a fucking icon as always

summary: After a long day fighting your way through a mountain of paperwork, you find yourself unable to sleep. Sneaking into ben's room always does the trick. Mal can't find a love spell in her spell book, but she finds something that should work almost as well.

song recs: spring fever - sub urban

a/n: the one thing that pisses me off is that there is no canonical use of love spells in the disney universe outside of descendants. they literally don't exist. genie says no making someone fall in love with someone else. you'd think they would know their own lore /lh

anyway fangz to cici as always (i am so sorry about buggy) and also as always, an optional fit for your viewing pleasure

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @sunshineangel-reads @strawberry-cake1 @dustyinkpages @kiara7777

You spend the next several hours by Ben’s side as you bounce between various meetings, and of course, your etiquette lessons that you’ve been attending since you were no older than a twizzleroot blossom. They're not really etiquette lessons, not anymore. They were when you were young, you would attend a few times a week with all the other kids your age. You’d learn how to drink tea, how to write thank you notes, and all the other things you need to know to feel comfortable in royal high society settings. By the end of middle school, most of your peers were no longer in attendance.

You and Ben, however, used the opportunity to learn about more and more of the nuanced aspects of politics, social graces, and media training. Your parents were both glad for this, and since you seemed on track to be real politicians and not just socialites, it was a perfect fit. However, saying that you have to go to your class for advanced political studies, world history, social graces, and media training is a little too clunky for your taste. You and Ben never grew out of calling them etiquette lessons, so the name stuck to this day.

On this day in particular, you now find yourself sitting next to Ben at a large table in one of the many makeshift conference rooms on campus. You’ve been in and out of meetings and lessons and debriefings about the Isle kids’ arrival, and now you’ve finally made it nearly to the end of your to do list. Ben insisted you didn’t need to stay late with him to do all this paperwork, but you insisted equally as much that you wouldn’t dream of leaving him to do it all himself. Now as Ben skims the monotonous text, signing on lines and initialing boxes, you dig through a seemingly endless database of forms, trying to find the right one.

You bounce increasingly obscure form titles back and forth for a few minutes. After coming up with nothing, Ben lets out an amiable laugh. He should have expected something that seems straightforward would take at least ten times as long as it should. That’s government for you, that’s what his dad would say. A knock at the door draws both your attention, and Jane pokes her head in awkwardly. She tucks a section of her dark blunt bob behind her ear, then speaks nervously.

“Uh, hi. My mom sent me,” she says in a quiet, hesitant voice. “She said she’s going to be about half an hour late. There was a problem with some ducks in the forest, or something?”

Ben smiles at her politely.

“Thanks, Jane.” Ben says politely. Jane nods and leaves quickly, fussing with her short hair. You let out a puff of air from between your lips.

“Even more delays…” you murmur, clicking onto page 23 out of 66 of forms to look through. “How fun.”

Ben chuckles, agreeing as he stands up to stretch his legs. He walks around for a moment, and turns on an extra lamp. It’s starting to get dark out, and the last thing either of you need right now is eye strain. Wait, it’s already getting dark out? He stops in his tracks.

“Shit.” He mutters, reaching for his phone on the table. He completely forgot about dinner with Audrey, but he has to find these forms and get them filled out tonight. You try not to look like you're listening too closely as the phone rings, but Audrey’s voice is quite hard to ignore. Before he can greet her, she’s already demanding to know where he is and why he’s late.

“No, no. I- I didn’t forget. I… well… uh, no. It’s-” Ben rambles around Audrey’s interjections. He gets up, pacing around a little, and walking across the room away from you. He doesn’t want you to have to hear this.

“We’re just running behind. No- No! I would never intentionally… stand you up… I-”

“Right!” Audrey snaps on the other end, forcing a smile. “Well then. Maybe we should just cancel!”

“Wh- uh, okay. I- I’ll make it up to you. We can… uh, later this week? We’ll - before the next tourney meet? I…”

Ben sighs and pulls his phone away, looking at the screen. Call ended. He walks back over to the table, sitting down to continue trudging through the task at hand. You wordlessly slide a teacup over toward him, the colorful porcelain filled with warm chai, perfectly sweetened. He cracks a smile, and accepts the cup.

“Thanks, bunny.” He says quietly. You hum warmly in response. You settle back into your comfortable silence, trudging through forms and digging through documents. As you sit across from each other, the pile of completed paperwork steadily grows taller. Hours pass, and you don’t realize how late it is until you’re finally ready to call it quits for tonight. You stumble through your bedtime routine, grateful that you have your muscle memory to carry you through. As soon as your head hits your soft pillow… nothing happens. You toss and turn for a few minutes, trying to get comfortable, then let out an irritated sigh. You managed to get through such a long day and mountains of paperwork, and you still can’t sleep.

In the opposite wing of the dorms, Ben has no trouble winding down. He’s cozy in his silky royal blue and daffodil yellow sheets, and he’s satisfied with a long day of hard, productive work. He lets out a soft breath, feeling himself teetering on the brink of sleep. Then he hears his door creak open. Soft, muffled footsteps creep across the wood floor, then grow silent as they meet the expansive carpet covering the majority of the floor. He doesn’t move, doesn’t open his eyes, but he can feel someone crouching next to his bed.

“...Ben?”

He cracks a smile at the sound of your voice, how quiet and tiny you sound in the lateness of the night. You smile a little too when you see him fighting a little grin. After a moment, he answers.

“Yes bunny?”

“Are you asleep?” You ask carefully. You wait in the darkness for him to answer.

“Yes.”

You smile at his sarcastic response, letting out a little breathy giggle through your nose. You kick off your bunny slippers - complete with little tophats - and crawl into bed next to Ben. He’s already scooching over and lifting up the blankets for you, pulling them over your shoulders the way he knows you like.

He doesn’t need to ask if you couldn’t sleep, he already knows you couldn’t. You’ve been doing this, sneaking in for sleepovers when insomnia gets the best of you, for as long as he can remember. Something about his presence comforts you, relaxes you through even the longest, most never ending nights. No matter how tired he is, he’s always happy to be there for you on nights like tonight, he’s always happy to keep you warm and talk you to sleep.

And that’s just what he does. He lets you lead the conversation, rambling about whatever springs to mind, emptying out your brain so you can rest. He’d like to think he knows you pretty well by now. He knows just what to do to help you settle down, to give you the best chance of having a restful night. It’s no surprise to him that you mostly seem to be thinking about the Isle kids.

“I mean, this is real. Our actions mean they get a chance at a better life.” You mutter drowsily. Your cheek is squished against his pillow and your words are heavy with fatigue. Ben can’t help but think it makes your Wonderland accent that much… cuter.

“Yeah,” He agrees. He traces his hand along your back soothingly. He glances down and notices you’re wearing the white button down shirt you sometimes wear as a pajama top. He asked you about it once, and you said it made you think of him. He smiles a little as he settles back into his pillows.

“I just hope they’ll be able to assimilate well.” You say, a tone of worry now present in your words. “The only thing worse than doing nothing would be having their decisions made for them because of social pressure…”

“We’ll keep a close eye out for that.” Ben says. His voice is husky and drowsy. It fills you with warmth, with an appreciation for him and the way he stays up with you even though you know how tired he must be. You nod a little, then find yourself rambling again.

“I just wish there was a way to guarantee that they felt welcome and not… ostracized.” You mumble. You inch closer to him, snuggling into his warm chest and listening to his soothing heartbeat. It speeds up almost imperceptibly as you do.

“Make sure they know that we know them as people. As individuals, and not just…” You continue, cutting yourself off with a yawn. You stretch a little as you do, then curl back up. Ben looks down at you, smiling a little at how sweet you are, at how clingy you get when you’re sleepy.

“As the children of their parents…” You finish. Ben hums in agreement. He notices how heavy your eyes are getting, how your speech is slowing, how the flow of your thoughts have gone from a fully blasting garden hose to a subtly dripping kitchen sink. You’re about to fall asleep, which means he can let himself sleep too. He couldn’t have gone to bed before now if he wanted to. If he knows you can’t sleep, he won’t be able to either. But feeling your soft breaths across his skin, feeling the way your chest rises and falls as his hand lays comfortingly on your side, knowing that you’re warm and safe here, with him… Ben feels more relaxed than he has in a long time. Probably since… the last time you couldn’t sleep.

Sometimes when it’s just the two of you like this, all drowsy and late at night, in the moments before he falls asleep, Ben sometimes gets… weird thoughts. Weird, random, impulsive thoughts that are not at all like him. Totally out of left field stuff, like… wanting to kiss you. Like, really, really wanting to kiss you. Sometimes that turns into wanting to hold you, too. And not like this, not holding you platonically, like a best friend, but… holding you a different way. Maybe wanting to hold you tight in his arms, and lay you down in his big, silky bed, and…

Ben squeezes his eyes shut tight for a moment before relaxing his face. He puts a manual stop to that train of thought, absolutely refusing to let it continue anymore. He won’t entertain it, he won’t let it heat up his cheeks anymore. He doesn’t like thinking things like that about anyone, and he certainly won’t let himself think anything like that about you. He sighs softly. These crazy thoughts will be gone by the morning. They always are. They have to be.

Besides, it’s so late, he won’t even remember this by the time he wakes up. That’s what he always tells himself. The last thing he would never admit to anyone - not even to himself - surfaces right before he falls asleep. It must be the late hour, where everything vulnerable feels completely abstract and intangible, but he thinks it’s a lot easier to stop himself from thinking those things about Audrey than it is to stop thinking those things about you.

While you and Ben drift off to sleep, safe and sound in each other’s arms, someone else is wide awake. Sitting in the dorm she shares with Evie, Mal sits on her bed, scouring her spell book exactly like she’s been doing since Ben left earlier that afternoon. After hours of hitting brick wall after brick wall, Mal is met with the back cover of the book. Again. She lets out a frustrated noise, and flips back to the beginning.

“There’s not a single love spell in this whole fucking book!” She exclaims. She looks over the first few pages, reading them more closely in hopes that she somehow missed something. Evie sits across the room in front of a lit up mirror, plucking meticulously at her eyebrows.

“Are we…” She winces, then inspects her skin and eyebrows again. “Are we sure we need a love spell?”

Mal rolls her eyes at the question. Yes, obviously they need a love spell. Evie is oblivious to her irritation, and continues thinking out loud around her careful use of the sharp tweezers in her hand.

“I could… just work my charm on him. All it would take is one look into my…” Another wince. “Hypnotizing eyes, and he’d be wrapped around my finger.”

She leans back, taking a final look at her work, more satisfied with her appearance now.

“I mean, he’s not really my type, but…” she shrugs, and looks at Mal, waiting for some kind of reaction from her. Mal doesn’t look up at Evie’s eyebrows, she just keeps digging through her book and ignoring the sound of Carlos and Jay playing videogames.

“No, we need a spell. This has to work. It has to be foolproof.”

Evie grabs a jade roller and some hydrating gel. She still can’t believe how amazing the makeup and the skincare in Auradon is. She hasn’t seen one half wilted aloe plant, and this gel is infused with roses from Aurora’s moors, glacier water from Arendelle, and caviar fished from the Caribbean. She can’t wait to get her hands on a decent blush, and a lip liner that doesn’t double as eyeliner and an eyebrow pencil.

Evie notices the scowl on Mal’s face as she hunches over the spell book. Normally she would scold Mal for making faces that will give her wrinkles, but now that she has her hands on retinol, hyaluronic acid, and hydrocolloid patches, she can fix any stress wrinkles Mal brings upon herself. After what feels like an eternity of searching the same pages over and over, something catches Mal’s eye, causing her to stop in her tracks. It’s more of her mothers rambling annotations and scrawled notes, this time on the topic of hypnosis.

Hypnosis can be useful as long as you’re stealthy with it. Jafar got sloppy, he kept hypnotizing that stupid sultan over and over, not bothering to use hypnosis for it’s true purpose - a means to an end. If you’re an evil genius like I am, and you use hypnosis sparingly, no one will be the wiser. Don’t get me started on that oversized calamari - Ursula has to be the best example of what not to do when you’re hypnotizing a bonehead prince to make him think he’s in love with you. Something as easily breakable as a necklace? Please. Besides, everyone knows the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

Her mother’s scratchy handwriting goes on for a while, some anecdote about her and Mal’s father, something she’d rather not read. Ever. She thinks back to what Evie said about wrapping Ben around her finger, and in one desperately needed moment of clarity, everything falls into place. A plan begins to form in her mind.

“This… this could work.” She says. Those three, quietly spoken words get the attention of everyone in the room. Evie sets down her gua sha stone, and Carlos pauses their videogame. They all walk over, hesitant and eager to hear what Mal figured out. Mal lets out a laugh of disbelief. It seems so simple now, she wonders why she didn’t think of it sooner. She can just hypnotize Ben into falling in love with her. She can trick him into thinking that he loves Mal more than he’s ever loved Audrey, then - boom! Front row seats to coronation, which means front row seats to stealing the wand out from under their noses.

While Mal silently hashes out the details so she can tell her friends, Evie inspects her cuticles. She really should push them back. She stands up, grabbing a cuticle pusher and an orange wood stick from her pencil cup before making her way back over to Mal’s bed. As the three of them wait with bated breath, Mal looks over the hypnosis spell again and again. After a few moments, she tucks a piece of paper between the pages, marking her spell to reference later. She slams the book shut, and looks up at her friends.

“Come on guys. Let’s go bake some cookies.”

#curiosity is a wonderful thing #ben florian #ben florian x reader #descendants #descendants x reader #liddell!reader

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devonpravesh · 2 years

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ben hargreeves x reader, mentions of diego hargreeves x reader.

series - the umbrella academy.

summary - in which ben watches his childhood girlfriend slowly fall in love with his brother, or so he thinks.

When Diego passed over the threshold of his late father’s kitchen, he smiled to see you standing there, decorating Valentine cookies you baked every year.

What you didn’t know was that Ben was there, too. He was seated on the counter next to you as he looked down at you in admiration. He could watch the way your hands work for hours.

“Damn it,” They heard you mutter as you put one of the cookies in your mouth.

“Too hot?”

You jumped in suprise, turning around to see a now short haired Diego, making you smile. You nodded and fanned your mouth with your hand, trying to cool down the cookie in your mouth.

“Way too hot. Should’ve waited a bit more before my tastings.”

Ben’s smile turned into a frown as he looked between the two of you, a blush had already formed on your cheeks as Diego was checking you out in a not so subtle manner. No matter how much Ben wanted to find one, he had no reason to be as irritated as he was.

“They smell nice,” Diego commented, earning a grin from you. You shrugged, “Course they do. It’s the same recipe I used to bake with Grace and,” The pink flush returned to your cheeks as you thought about the late teenage boy you used to do this with, “Ben.”

Ben’s smile returned as he noticed the sparkle in your eyes upon saying his name. He knew you missed him dearly, but what you didn’t know was that he had been guarding over you.

Diego shrugged, taking one of the way too hot cookies in his hand, “You and Ben took this whole Valentine thing pretty serious for a bunch of teenagers.”

You could feel your face get even hotter than before, so you adverted your gaze, a shrug passing through your shoulders.

“Yeah. February 14, 1999 was the first time I met Ben. And then a year later he,” You took a shaky breath, collecting your head as you thought back to that day, “He asked me to be his girlfriend.”

Ben himself stood there, smiling at the memories. He remembered the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear whenever you got nervous, which usually was whenever you were around him.

“I remember how happy he was when he came home that day. Usually he’d hold back something until Klaus forced it out of him but that day, I think he literally shouted it from the roof.”

You smiled, feeling the tips of your ears turn bright red, “I told mom about him the moment we met. I had never met someone like him. So, calm, shy, sweet and definitely super adorable! I possibly cannot imagine the handsome man he’d had turned into if he were,” You stopped yourself, not even wanting to think about the ‘what if’s.

Diego rubbed your shoulder gently, “Hey, it’s alright. I know how much this day means to you.”

You shook your head and smiled at him, “It does. It really does,” The smile he returned didn’t quite reach his eyes, “But I know that wasn’t what you wanted to talk about.”

He shook his head, “I just wanted to see you.”

‘Maybe I shouldn’t do this now,’ He thought to himself, knowning that this was yours and Ben’s day originally.

And exactly two years later on that exact same date, he was glad he hadn’t asked you out that day.

Ben stood behind you, his hands atop of yours as he helped you kneed the cookie dough. A comfortable silence filled the kitchen, until he decided to break it.

“Maybe we should’ve started on these a bit earlier on, babe?”

A chuckle escaped your mouth. You let go of the dough, and intertwined your own fingers with Ben’s. A content sigh escaped your mouth as you let your head softly fall back on his chest.

He placed a soft kiss on too of your head. A simple gesture that even after years of being together could make the butterflies in your tummy go crazy.

“Never underestimate a professional baker’s time management skills.”

This time, the chuckle escaped Ben’s mouth. The delicate noise filled your ears, and you felt overcome with emotions. To you, it was rather embarrassing how anything this man did held such a chokehold on you.

But really, could you be blamed for feeling that way? Ben had been taken from you way too early, for way too long, and you had promised each other that there wouldn’t even be a day apart in this second chance together that the two of you had gotten.

“I’m just saying . . . We might be late . . .”

You simply shrugged, holding one of Ben’s hands up to plant a kiss on it.

“It’s our wedding day. We’re allowed to be late.”

#end scene ben was umbrella!ben #there i said it !!! put it out in the world !!!#ben hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #tua #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves

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madisonstarss · 10 months

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Never have I ever...played 7 minutes in heaven (Ben Gross x fem!reader)

need more ben gross.

Tw: kissing, Not proofread cuz im lazy and can't spell

The party was in full swing at Devi's house, with music pumping and laughter filling the air. You found yourself in the center of the living room, surrouded by friends and classmates, and there, right across from you, stood Ben Gross, looking dashing as ever.

Devi, with a mischievous glint in her eye, decided to spice things up by suggesting a game of "Seven mintues in heaven". As the host, She would be in charge of the match ups.

"Okay everyone, gather round!" Devi annonuced, her voice cutting through the noise of the party. "Time for some fun!"

People huddled together, eager to see who would be paired up. Your heart raced with anticipation as Devi pulled out two slips of paper from a bowl.

"First couple: Eleanor and Derek!" Devi proclaimed, and the chosen pair blushed as they retreated to the closet.

Devi's hand dipped back into the bowl, and this time, she pulled out a slip with your name on it. "Next up: Y/n and Ben!'

A cheer erupted from the crowd, but as you made your way to the closet, you couldn't ignore the subtle excitememnt and nervousness in Ben's eyes.

The closet closed behind you both, enveloping you in semi-darkness. The air inside was filled with a mix of exitment and vulnerability. It felt like the world outside had disapperead, leaving just you and Ben.

You stood facing each other, close enough to feel the warmth of each other's breath.

Ben's hand reached up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sending tingles down your spine, "You look amazing tonight." He wispered softly.

A blush crept onto your cheeks, and you felt your heart flutter, "Thank you." You replied.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, he leaned in, and your lips met in a slow and tender kiss. It was like time had slowed down and the world around you had ceased to exist.

His lips were soft agaisnt yours, moving in sync as if they were made for each other. One of his hands found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer, while the other gently cradled your face. It was a kiss fill with sweetness and passion.

Just as the intensity of the moment began to deepen, the closet door creaked open, you both pulled away abruptly.

"Hey guys sorry to interrupt." Devi's voice called out, a mix of amusement and embrassment in her tone.

Ben chuckled, "No worries..we were just catching up." He said with a playful grin.

#smut #lemon #x reader #Nhie #Never have I ever #Ben gross #Ben gross x reader #Ben gross x reader smut #X reader smut #Never have I ever x reader #Never have I ever x reader smut

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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"Would it be very inappropriate if I sucked the King of Auradon off right here in the royal family garden?" Y/N smiled as Ben blushed hard. The young King tucked a piece of golden brown hair behind his ear as he looked at him with kind blueish- green eyes.

"Well, I don't think that's a very appropriate example for the school or my royal status, but sure."

"Well, well. Looks like the AK's can be naughty."

Ben smiles. "Well, I did learn from the naughtiest VK I know."

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honorhearted · 15 days

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I'll admit I didn't notice this subtle wardrobe magic until last year, but I really appreciate how they effortlessly added to Ben's "post-struggle" look. Normally, his hair wouldn't be this messy and unkempt (hair and makeup teams are always on call to fix up an actor's appearance), but here in both images, you can see a loose piece of hair is tucked behind his ear -- it's way more apparent in the top image.

While at a glance, it seems like a hair and makeup faux pas, in the end, it allowed us to have this:

The pre-loosened lock made it really easy for them to quickly dishevel Ben's hair, and maybe I'm just a nerd, but I thought that was pretty fun once I noticed it.

#through a glass darkly #about ben #bts #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #seth numrich #my stoofs

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mrs-eddie-k · 1 year

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You what? // Eddie Kaspbrak x F!Uris!Reader

Summary: Eddie (aged up to 16) falls for Stan's sister, which pisses the overprotective Stan clearly off!

Warnings: Language, fluff, insults Rating: PG-13

A/N: This is just a little throw together - just fluff - of scenarios that could happen if Stan's twin sister is starting to date Eddie. It's for all the Eddie lovers out there. PS: I will probably use some of this in my big fanfic as flashbacks ;) PPS: I really dove into some of my teenage memories for this - huh, this was a long time ago ;) PPPS: I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any spelling errors ;)

"Wow, Eddie, did you finally get some?" Richie snorts, pointing at Eddie's neck.

"What are you talking about, you dickhead?" Eddie whines and pushes his friend off him, who comes closer and inspects his neck.

"What am I talking about? That fucking big hickey on your neck, Eddie Spaghetti!"

"Wait, what?!" he exclaims and touches his neck. He panics and tries to rub it off. His mother will have a heart attack if she sees this.

"That's not how this works, Eds," Richie laughs. "Who was the lucky lady? Or was it a guy?"

"Shut the fuck up, Tozier! That's none of your business."

Now the two have the attention of the others as well. Bill, Stan, and Mike turn to them, and Stan scoffs about his hickey.

"Nice one, Eddie. Come on, tell us. Who was it?" Stan now asks, making Eddie blush. He doesn't want Stan to know that it was, in fact you, his sister.

"No one, and now leave me alone," Eddie grumbles.

"C-c-come on, E-e-Eds. Tell us", now Bill intervenes.

"You don't know her, okay? She's not in our grade." Eddie puts up the collar of his polo and tries to hide it so that the others finally back off.

The Uris family sat at their table, eating dinner. Stan, as always, sat on your right and shoveled the stew into his mouth, which your mother had made.

"So, how did studying with Eddie go today, Y/N?" your mother speaks up, and you look up.

It's still strange for Stan that you are hanging out with one of his best friends, but it's for school.

"It was good, actually. We - we discovered something new today", you tell your mother, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

Stan's gaze almost immediately rushes to your neck, where he can clearly see a hickey. Just like the one Eddie had. He stares at you as he puts one plus one together and clenches his fist. You look up and into your brother's eyes.

"What are you looking at, moron?" you ask, and Stan still stares at your hickey.

"Y/N, don't call your brother a moron," your dad intervenes, not even looking up from his newspaper.

Stan looks up into your eyes and then back to your neck. You understand quickly, pulling your hair in front of it and averting his gaze.

The following day Stan is still pissed. As he walks up to the school, he tightens his fingers around the straps of his backpack. When he spots Eddie, who is standing there with Ben, Bill, and Richie, he walks straight up to him, throws his bag to the ground, and then pushes Eddie back hard, throwing him on the floor. Of course, the others intervene asap and hold Stan back.

"You fucking bastard!" he yells, and Eddie looks at him irritated, as he looks up at Stan on the ground.

"What is your fucking problem, Stan?" Eddie asks in disbelief.

"Fucking hell, Stan. Not cool", Richie says now, taking his best friend's side and pulling him to his feet.

"I fucking know what you did, Kaspbrak! I know it! She's my fucking sister!" Stan now yells, glaring at Eddie, who just now realizes what Stan is talking about. His feeling gets terrible.

"Stan, I - I can explain..." Eddie stutters.

"Are you for real? You're doing my sister? My baby sister? Out of all people!!" He yells, and Eddie flinches.

"Well... Actually, she's the same age as you, Stan", Eddie tries to convince his friend.

You are, in fact, his twin sister. You are a year younger than Eddie and Stan's other friends and are quite popular. Eddie thinks you have the most beautiful Y/E/C eyes he has ever seen. You never belonged to the losers club and were lucky enough never to have any encounter with Pennywise. Yet.

The other losers only saw you when they were at Stan's house, and Eddie was smitten with you from the beginning. Of course, he would never admit that to the others, or, so help him god, to Stan.

Stan was always overprotective of you and never let anyone get near you. When Richie commented about you getting titties or a "smashing body," he would freak and put him in his place. One could do anything but never joke about his sister.

You joined an advanced history class when you got older and met Eddie. You got along well from the beginning. When you needed to do an assignment together, you often visited his house, or he was at your place.

As the usual "Teenage love story" you studied together, one thing led to another... You found yourselves on your bed, making out.

Flashback

"Holy fucking shit," Eddie murmured as he placed his lips on yours again. He lies on top of you, and his hands roam over your body.

"You okay?" you ask, and he smiles against your lips.

"More than okay."

You two teenagers continue to make out. Then you turn yourselves around and sit on Eddie, taking off your shirt. Eddies eyes grow big as he stares at your bra and your boobs.

"Holy fuck!" he curses, and you have to laugh.

"You are cute, Eddie. You act as if you've never seen a girl in a bra before" you laugh, and he blushes.

You don't know that he never has. He doesn't want you to find out, so he pulls you down and kisses you again. You start kissing down his neck and then suck on it.

It's a natural sensation for Eddie. And then it happens. He feels it between his legs, how the blood is being pumped there.

'Oh god, no! Why does this have to happen now?!' Eddie thinks, and he sincerely hopes that you don't notice.

You push yourself up from him and then look at him quite amused, which makes Eddie blush. His breathing quickens, and he gets nervous. You smile at him and then stroke your hand over his chest to his waistband. You softly rub your fingers inside the waistband, but Eddie stops you.

"Please... don't", he gasps, looking you in the eyes. He is nervous that you think he is a loser, a prude, or something. Or that you will laugh at him for being a virgin.

A soft smile appears on you lips.

"You’re all good, Eddie," you say. "We are only doing what you are comfortable with, I promise. No need to be embarrassed about it."

Eddie looks at you in surprise. He never thought of you reacting the way you just did. When he sees you in school, you always seem so cool and intimating, if Eddie has to be honest, despite you being younger than him. But right here, right now, you seem... Just so sweet, understanding, and gentle.

A flow of adrenalin pumps through Eddie's veins, and he can feel the butterflies starting in his stomach. Fuck, did he just fall for his best friend's sister?

You lean down to kiss him again. "And if you wanna stop this," you say. "Just say the word."

Eddie shakes his head quickly. "N-no," he stutters. "I actually really, really like this."

"Me too, Eddie. Me too."

Flashback end

Richie laughs out loud. "Hah, are you for real Eddie? You fucked Stan's sister?"

"No! I didn't - fuck her! We just... made out a little", Eddie tries to justify himself.

"That doesn't fucking matter! You stay away from her!!" Stan yells, but just then, you step up to them.

"What the fuck is going on here?" you want to know from your brother, which you just saw pushing Eddie back.

"You tell me, Y/N! You're the one screwing one of my best friends!" Stan says, still angry.

Now you sigh, annoyed, and rub your forehead. "Are you fucking serious? You're making a scene because I made out with Eddie? So the fuck what when we did?"

Now Stan looks startled at you. He didn't expect that kind of reaction. "But you-"

"But I what, Stan? I'm 15. That's what normal teenagers do when they are "studying." Don't you get that? No wonder you are in this so-called Loser Club. Just grow up, okay?" you throw at his head. You words kind of sting inside Eddie, too, cause you literally just called them all losers.

"But why him? Why couldn't you just - I don't know - take one of your cool kids or something?" Stan now adds.

Again you sigh, annoyed. "Cause, maybe, if it goes into your tiny brain, I think Eddie is cute."

"You do?" Eddie now asks, surprised.

You turn around to him and smile. "I do, Eddie. I quite enjoy our little study dates, to be honest", you say, and Stan gags.

"You two are just gross!"

"Shut up, Stanley!" you spit at your brother. You turn around, winking at Eddie. "See ya, Eds."

The following few "study" dates between you and Eddie are mostly the same as before. You start studying a little, and then you end up making out with each other. Eddie knows by then that he has fallen hard for you, but he still doesn't know if it's just a game for you or if you feel the same. So this time, he gathers all his courage.

"Y/N?" he asks as you lie on your bed after a wild make-out session.

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering if you..." he starts, turning his head toward you and then clearing his throat. "Um, I was wondering if you, maybe, would like to, um, go on a date, maybe? I mean, on a real date."

You sit up and look at him, surprised. "Eddie? Are you really asking me out?" you ask, and Eddie gets nervous.

"Well, um, m-maybe I do. If you're up for it, of course!"

You smile at him. "Gosh, Stan will freak," you say, bending down to Eddie and pecking his lips. "I'd love to."

"Seriously? Holy fuck!" he exclaims, and his eyes start to glimmer.

"Why are you always so surprised at everything, Eddie?" you ask, amused. "I really like you. Do you think I would make out with you if I wouldn't?"

"I don't know," Eddie says, shrugging.

You sigh and lie down on your bed again. "I know what you might think of me, Eddie. I know what they've been saying about us."

Eddie pops himself up on his elbow. "You have no idea what I think of you, Y/N Uris. Those things they say about you - I think it's just what it is - rumors." He bent down and kisses you again. "And I really like you, too, by the way."

"Just one thing first... I want to talk to Stan about it, if that's okay with you, " you say, and Eddie sighs.

"I would've done that myself, but honestly - he freaks me out!"

That evening you knock on Stan's door.

"What you want?" you hear him say as you open the door slowly.

"Stan? Can I talk to you for a sec?" you ask, and Stan looks up from his comic.

He then sighs and continues reading it. "What's up?" He is still pissed at you for fooling around with his friend.

You close the door behind your back. "It's about Eddie..."

Now you have his attention. He looks back up at you and closes his comic. He angrily bites his lip as he glares at you. "What about him?"

You nervously knead your fingers. "Well... I - I think I'm kinda falling for him, Stanny."

Stan's eyebrows shoot up. "You fucking what?"

You huff and then sit down next to your twin on his bed. "I don't know. It's just... The time I spent with him as of now was really - great. He's a great guy, and he's funny and cute, and he is really good at-"

"Wow, stop! I don't wanna hear this!"

"I was going to say at making me laugh, but okay." Ypou roll her eyes. "He asked me out, you know."

"He did what?" Stan says and shoots up.

"Calm the fuck down, you moron. It's not like he asked me to marry him! It's just a date. But I told him that I wanted to talk to you first. I want you to be okay with it."

"Dad told you not to call me that," Stan mumbles. "But no! Just no, Y/N. Not Eddie. Not one of my best friends. Please!"

You frown. "But, I really like him, Stan. And he likes me, he told me. We wanna try it."

"And what if it backfires, huh? What if you two don't work out, and my friendship with Eddie is ruined because of you? I don't want that. I really don't, Y/N!"

"But... If we don't try... We will be unhappy. Do you want that for us?"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. You're fucking teenagers! You'll get over it."

You let your head hang and sigh sadly. "You know... I really thought you wanted me to be happy", you say, standing up slowly.

"Y/N -"

"No, I get it, Stan." You walk to the door and open it. Before you step out of his room, you look back at your twin. "I will go on that date, you know. I just would go with a better feeling, you being okay with it. But if it has to be like that, it will."

For a month now, Eddie and you have been dating. But also, for a month now, Stan hasn't talked much to Eddie or you, which was quite hard. But Stan wanted to make his point clear. If his sister and best friend started dating, he doesn't want to be part of it even though he starts to regret it lately. As it seems, you and Eddie go perfectly with each other. Stan always sees the heart eyes Eddie is giving you across the schoolyard and how you always blush and send him a little kiss back.

So Stan made a decision. In recess, he walks over to the little wall, where you sit with Eddie's head in your lap. You two look so happy and are laughing about something when Stan clears his throat next to you.

Eddie shoots up and looks at him. "Stan!" he says nervously.

"Hey guys", Stan says, pressing his lips together and scratching his head. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Eddie and you exchange a look when you nod.

"Sure", you say, crossing your arms.

"Well, I uh, I wanted to apologize to you guys for-" Stan stops when he realizes his other friends are standing behind him. He quickly looks around and continues then. "I wanted to apologize for being an idiot. I can see now that you two are happy together, and - well - who am I to stand in the way of it."

Eddie and you are both looking at Stan. Then you stand up slowly.

"You mean it?", you ask, and Stan is looking at you and then at Eddie again when he nods.

You take your brother in your arms. "Thank you, Stan. This means so much!" Then you turn back around to Eddie and kiss him.

"Okay, but just - don't do this in front of me!"

Hand in hand, Eddie and you walk through Derry. It's been a year now since the two of you got together. Your relationship couldn't have been any better. Even Eddies mother accepted you, even though it took a long time for Mrs. Kaspbrak to accept the fact that her Eddiebear has a girlfriend now.

As you pass the pharmacy, Greta Keene and her posse are just leaving it. You can feel Eddie's hand tighten.

"Hey Y/N... Are you seriously still dating this hypochondriac little psycho?" she yells after you, making her posse laugh, and you turn around. You sigh and look Greta in the eyes.

"Y/N, you don't need to-" Eddie tries to stop you, but you just shake her head.

"No, Eddie. She can't talk to you like that."

"What? Is little Kaspbrak not man enough to stand up for himself?" Greta scoffs.

"You know what, G? Why don't you just shut the fuck up, huh? Why do you even care if I'm dating him or not?" you ask and put your chin up.

"Who said I did? I was just wondering, did you already man up this virgin, or has his mommy something against it?"

You let go of Eddie's hand and walk up to Greta. You are much smaller than Greta, but you don't care.

"You're one to talk, Greta. Spreading the rumors that you are easy to have yourself, despite being a virgin yourself! Well, I would rather be a known virgin than be one and be called a whore! But then, I mean, who would really wanna fuck you?"

Eddie can see that your speech is everything but pleasant for Greta. Her face turns red, and she clenches her fists.

"That's not true!" she tries to tell her posse, who is mumbling now. Then she turns back to you. "You little slut!" she creams and pushes you back hard, so you fall to the ground and crash with your face to the concrete.

You immediately sit up and Eddie can see that you're bleeding.

"Y/N!" he screams and kneels to you. "Are you okay?"

Greta and her posse are just laughing, making Eddie look at her with the nastiest look he has.

"You are a fucking asshole, Greta!" he hisses. "Just pathetic and - and you are a loser!"

Greta now glares at Eddie and grabs him by the collar.

"You little maggot -" she starts, but at that moment, Mr. Keene, her father, stretches out his head.

"Greta!" he yells, and she lets go of Eddie. "Leave my best customer alone!"

"You're one lucky guy, Kaspbrak! Next time you won't be!"

As Greta and her posse leave, Eddie brings his attention back to you. He rummages in his fanny pack for his disinfectant spray and gauze.

"Shit, Y/N! That looks bad. Do you know how many bacteria there are on the floor? Holy fuck!"

He starts to wipe the blood away. You just look at him, smiling.

"What?" he asks.

"There is the boy I love."

Eddie smiles and pecks your nose before finishing your wound and helping you onto your feet.

"You are lucky to have me, or you would probably die of a-"

"Let me guess... a staph infection?" you laugh, making Eddie laugh too.

"Exactly." He takes your face in his. "I love you so fucking much, Y/N. Thank you for letting me be with you."

"I love you too, my hypochondriac sweetheart. Until the end", you whisper back as you kiss passionately.

#IT Fandom #Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader #Eddie Kaspbrak #Jack Dylan Grazer #IT Chapter 1 #IT Fanfic #Eddie Kaspbrak x female reader #Eddie Kaspbrak x F!Reader #Fluff Eddie Kaspbrak #IT #IT Oneshot #Eddie Kaspbrak Fanfic

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ohmyitsfaith · 2 years

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The sunshine and the grump

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: “Hi!! I hope you're having a great day or night!,can I request a Ben hargreeves x Fem reader who's very loving and sensitive ,like she's silent and introverted with strangers but very extroverted with her loved ones and always supportive and very caring?,bonus points if she has chonky cat who's lazy and loves Ben! That's all!💓💓” -Requested by @weepingprincepeace

Warnings: Sparrow!Ben being sparrow Ben? oh, also swearing

Word count: 2k

A/n: Thank you for the request, sorry it took so long!

The first time you met Ben Hargreeves was at a store robbery. You were an unfortunate customer at the cash register when the two masked robbers came in and not only demanded to get cash from the register, but forced you and the cashier to the floor. One was holding you and the cashier back, threatening you with his gun while the other got all the cash out of the register and from your purse.

Thankfully Ben walked in right as they went to hit the two of you in the head and two tentacles got the job done, without him breaking a sweat.

“Are you okay?” Ben helped you and the cashier up, the two tentacles still holding the now unconscious robbers.

“I’m gonna call the cops” the cashier walked away on shaky legs.

You on the other hand were too scared to say anything and too shaky to walk. So instead you just nodded. Ben’s hands stayed on your waist to keep you upright, for which you were simultaneously grateful and made you blush like a schoolgirl.

“Are you hurt?” Ben asked again, wanting to make sure that you were alright.

“No” you whispered, your anxiety keeping your voice under wraps.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m… I”m Y/n” you managed to get out.

“Alright, Y/n. We’re gonna wait for the cops and then I’ll take you home, alright?”

“No” you panicked. “No, don’t.”

“Y/n, you can barely walk from the shock, I’m not gonna let you walk home.”

Ben wasn’t sure why he insisted. Or why he actually cared. He didn’t know you, he had no actual emotional attachment to you. So why? What made him care? What was so special about you?

He didn’t know. And he wouldn’t know until the next time you accidentally met.

He was at a bar with Chris and a couple of girls, just drinking and having fun. After taking you home approximately two weeks ago, he did not expect to see you again. Yet you were constantly on his mind. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way you would tuck your hair behind your ears. Or maybe just that you were shy and sweet. He didn’t know you that well yet, but he could tell.

So when he noticed you coming into the bar, he was shocked but happy to see you. Not like he would ever admit that… to anyone but especially you.

But he couldn’t help going over to the bar and greeting you.

“Hey” he said simply, making you turn around.

“Hey” you looked down at your hands, instantly feeling self-conscious.

“Good to see you’re okay.”

You just nodded, feeling too anxious to keep up a conversation. Truth is, it wasn’t only Ben, who was thinking about you a lot. You did as well. For some reason, the notoriously always grumpy Ben Hargreeves was nothing but kind to you and you felt compelled to understand why. Even if that was made harder by your anxiety.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked, swearing to himself that this was the last time he would try to talk to you if he couldn’t get an answer out of you.

“I…” you started, mustering up all your courage, “just a coke, thanks.”

“A coke? You came to drink soda at a bar?” he asked, but ordered it for you anyway.

“Well…” you exhaled. “I usually… um… come here to just… to just be somewhere. I don’t like to drink.”

“You do you” he shrugged and handed you your coke. “Well, see you around.”

“Wait” you grabbed his wrist in a sudden burst of confidence. “You… uh… you could stay” you told him. “If you want.”

Ben’s heart fluttered in a weird way he didn’t understand. He looked at where Chris was, but quickly made a decision and sat down next to you.

That night he got to know you a little bit and even convinced you to give him your number. So it was a total success for him. And it was a total success for you too because in a long time he was the first person you could really talk to without being a stuttering, blushing mess.

Your friendship blossomed in a matter of months. Ben started being less bitchy around you and started smiling when he was with you. He learned that you were actually a chatterbox if someone really got to know you. Whenever he had a bad day, you made sure he felt better in no time. You were always excited to hear about his day or week depending on the times he managed to call. You even loved hearing about his siblings even if the thought of meeting them made you incredibly anxious. You also always supported him whenever he needed it. You never said to him to fix it himself or anything.

So was it a surprise that he fell for you? Not really. At first, it was to him, but then he thought it through and he had to admit that it really wasn’t a shock. So, after a while, he gathered all the courage he had and asked you out. And oh boy, was he happy when you accepted!

That’s when he started hanging out at your apartment. He loved being there, especially after getting to know your lazy cat C/n (cat name). He loved the cat and he loved when he would greet him with small licks. After a while, it was obvious to him that the cat loved him just as much as he loved him.

Around the second month of your relationship, Ben took you to meet his family. Of course, you were scared about meeting them, but with Ben by your side, you felt at least a little bit at ease.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna love you” he promised, looking you in the eye as you stood before the gates.

“Okay” you breathed out, trying to calm your heart. “It’s just-”

“I know” his hand cupped your cheek. “But you have nothing to be scared of. I’m here and I’ll be here through this.”

“Thank you” you held his hand on your cheek.

Ben smiled at you and pressed a gentle and loving kiss to your lips.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded and Ben opened the front door to let you into the Sparrow Academy.

The house was huge, you saw that from only the entrance. You knew that despite everything, Ben and his family lived in great conditions. And if the entrance amazed you, then you didn’t have words for the living area. It was honestly bigger than your apartment.

Ben’s arm was around your waist as you marveled at your surroundings. And it tightened the moment he noticed his siblings looking down at the pair of you from the balcony.

“Nice of you to show up” Fei said sarcastically, which made you look up and practically shrink back into Ben at the sudden attention.

“I was busy” Ben replied.

“I can imagine” Fei was unamused.

“Who’s the pretty lady?” Jayme chimed in.

“She's my girlfriend, dipshit.”

“Jayme, play nice. She’s clearly frightened” Marcus tried to calm his siblings. “Hello. We’re Ben’s siblings. I’m Marcus, the leader. These are Fei, Jayme, Alphonso, and Chris. Sloane hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Hi” you waved shyly. ”I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you” Marcus nodded.

“Yeah, you as well.”

That’s when Grace decided to come in.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting company. I’ll make cookies!” she turned around immediately, a bright smile on her face.

“That’s Grace. She’s a robot. She cleans and cooks” Ben provided and you nodded.

That afternoon, you got to know Ben’s siblings. At first, you were shy and quiet, but as you grew more comfortable, you started talking more carefree. It was especially nice when along with the cookies, arrived Sloane, who was the nicest person ever.

“Oh, you must be Ben’s girlfriend! I’m Sloane” she greeted you with an enthusiastic hug.

“I’m Y/n” you said after she let you go.

“Sloane” Ben warned.

“Oh, don’t worry! Y/n and I will be great friends” she smiled so big, you were surprised how it didn’t hurt her.

And true to her words, you and Sloane became not only great friends but best friends. She was a bowl of sunshine and it really helped you to ease into this new situation quicker. She was always so supportive and kind, it was really refreshing.

It was a surprise to no one when on your first anniversary, Ben took you out for a nice dinner. You suspected what was gonna happen, but you let it all play out, not wanting to interfere with his plans. You didn’t take Ben as an anxious person and generally speaking, he really wasn’t. But this was a big step for you both.

“Take my hand” Ben requested.

“Why?” you asked, but lifted your hand to place it in his.

“I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!” he blurted out, his nerves getting the better of him.

“Alright” you chuckled and squeezed his hand.

“Y/n, I know that I’m not the type of person to actively show my love. I’m not normal either. My life and family is a fuck up, a real challenge. But I love you. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because you make me a better person. So Y/n L/n, will you marry me?”

Your heart was beating in your ear and you really fucking hoped that this was not a dream. That Ben Hargreeves was really on one knee in front of you, asking you to marry him.

“Yes” you whispered, not trusting your voice.

“Yes? You really will?”

“Of course” you nodded, feeling tears running down your cheek.

Ben jumped up and pulled you in for a hug. A hug so tight it made your heart hurt with realization. This meant so much to Ben. It finally convinced him that there is someone who really loves him and cares about him.

“Thank you” you felt weird thanking him, but honestly, you were thankful.

“What for?” he pulled away slightly.

“For loving me and sticking by my side, even though it was hard at first.”

“I should thank you then. I was an asshole.”

“No” you shook your head. “From day one, you have been so kind to me. I love you.”

“I love you too” he pressed a kiss to your lips, which you reciprocated easily.

And that was something the two of you incorporated into your vows a few months later. With Fei and Sloane as your bridesmaids (Jayme refused to wear a dress, but said that she was honored) and Chris as Ben’s best man (you learned to understand him even though it was challenging at times), you got married to Ben Hargreeves.

And that meant that you and C/n moved into the Sparrow Academy. Your life changed for the better and you had Ben to thank for that. His family became yours and you knew that they’d always be there for you, just as you’d always be there for them.

Honestly, life was great. You had everything you could ever wish for. You had an amazing husband, his family, and your cat. It was usually calm at the mansion and even when it wasn’t, it didn’t cause you any problems. So everything was great. Nothing could bring your mood down, right?

The alarm blasted through the space, summoning the sparrows. They were all dressed in their uniforms, standing on the balcony as you stood beside Ben.

“Dad, who are these assholes?”

Well, maybe your life won’t be so calm now.

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urchintoast · 1 year

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Pebble

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader (modern AU)

Rating: G for all audiences

Length: 669 words

Warnings: none

Summary: On a trip to the zoo, you and Benedict have a discussion about the mating habits of penguins.

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“Did you know it’s not entirely true that penguins give the ‘perfect pebble’ to their chosen mate? Penguins make nests out of stone, and so while they will collect rocks and pebbles for that, it’s about as romantic as a 2x4 plank or a roof shingle.”

“I don’t know,” you said teasingly, “there’s something awfully romantic about building a house piece by piece yourself for your partner. Maybe the penguins really are the romantic ones here.”

Ben scoffed at that. “It’s a pile of rocks. Where’s the creativity? The originality? The flair!”

“They’re birds. I don’t think they’ve advanced enough to develop art deco or impressionism. Minimalism though! They definitely sound like they’ve mastered that!” You crossed your hands over your heart and pretended to swoon into him.

“You hate minimalism,” he huffed, sounding like a toddler about to have a tantrum.

“Mmm,” you hummed in agreement. “It is a little too sterile for my tastes. Oh!” Your eyes lit up and you watched in glee as Ben just rolled his eyes, knowing that whatever you’d just thought of was going to be terrible. “Do you think they’re into rockoco?”

The mock-glare he leveled at you just encouraged you further, and you pressed on. “Oooh, or maybe their style is more barock!” You couldn’t help but laugh at your own, admittedly terrible, plays on words, and when you looked back at Ben you saw he was no longer glaring at you, but instead smiling fondly.

“What?” You asked self-consciously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

He just shook his head. “You’re ridiculous, do you know that?” Before you could say anything, he just shook his head and muttered, “charmed by a penguin with a rock. Seriously.”

“I just think it’s a sweet idea! You’ve certainly never given me a rock before.” You rolled your eyes and started walking to the next exhibit, but stopped when you realized that Ben wasn’t following you. “Ben? Are you alright?”

He was just standing there, head tilted to the side slightly in thought. Ben shook his head then, seemingly coming back from wherever his mind had just wandered off to.

“Well, now that you mention it,” he bent down and you threw your head back in laughter.

“I didn’t mean for you to just grab a random rock off the ground, Ben!” You froze, realizing that Ben knew that, too. And he was kneeling on one knee. “Benedict?” You asked, voice shaking.

“My love,” he replied, just as softly, but with no wavering like your own. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring, making you gasp. “I know it’s no roof shingle, but I hope it’s romantic enough for you?” He smiled awkwardly, and you couldn’t help but reach out a hand to hold his and give it an encouraging squeeze. His smile softened, turning more gentle again, before he continued. “I can’t make you a nest out of rocks to live in. I’m terrible at maths, and it would fall apart before the week was through. So while I can’t offer you my building prowess, I offer you all the rest of me. It’s already yours. Every smile, every laugh, every feeling. My love, I’ve given you everything I have but my name, and I don’t want to wait any longer. Will you marry me?”

Your vision blurred from the tears in your eyes, but your future had never looked more clear. You nodded your head and started chanting “yes” as you felt him slip the ring on your finger, before standing up to pull you into a kiss. It was an awkward clash of lips and teeth as you were both smiling too wide, but you couldn’t care less. You started laughing then, and Benedict stepped back to look at you in confusion.

“My love?”

“It’s nothing, just…” you couldn’t hold the giggles in, even as you leaned forward to peck him on the lips again in reassurance. “I told you penguins are the romantic ones.”

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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1 - Vow to never have Children

Part 2

Gemini Runaway

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"Come on my children it's time for your destiny." My father Ben spoke as my brother Jacob and I walked through the woods stopping in the middle of a clearing. Today is the day we turned 22. Ever since we were kids our parents have said we had a destiny to one day lead our witch Coven. Jacob's blonde hair blows in front of his face as we now face each other. He is slightly taller than me. My mother Eliza stands by my father. She crossed her arms over her chest walking up to me slowly.

"Don't be afraid honey. This is what you're born to do." She tucks hair behind my ear. My back stiffening at the thought if she's telling the truth. The thing about my brother and I is that we are twins. But witches without our own magic. Our mother calls it siphoning. Glancing over my shoulder to Jacob I gulped heavily, putting my hands in his starting the chant we were taught recently. The wind started picking up as I stare up to the sky. The moon moved out from hiding by the clouds glowing down at our current spot.

Jacob squeezes my hands sensing my nerves like always. "Eyes on me. Twins together forever." I sniffed through tears at our little vow to each other. I feel the magic from inside me disappear and some new coming to me meaning it had to be Jacob's. My eyes turn white at the same time as Jacob's. The leaves spin around us as the wind is much faster until we reached the end of the spell. Jacob and I get thrown backwards where I grunted immediately passing out for a little while.

"Jacob!" I suddenly gasped shooting up in a sitting position. My heart beating quick as my eyes flickered around the forest landing on my twin brother laying on his back. Rushing to my feet I dropped on my knees shaking him lightly trying to wake him up. "Jacob, Jacob. Come on wake up. Please wake up, Jacob." My father stepped up placing a hand on my shoulder making me whip my head up starting to cry. "Why - why won't he wake up dad - what's going on?"

Instead of responding he bends down removing the gemstone necklace from around his neck that he always wore, placing it in my hand. "You have won the Merge, Raelyn."

He walked away as I felt tears falling down my face not understanding any of this. "Tardus pulsatio, Tardus pulsatio, Tardus pulsatio!" I press my hands onto Jacob's chest chanting in an attempt to bring him back. My mother suddenly walked up trying to pull me away from him where I screamed. She keeps pulling as I am sobbing uncontrollably now feeling his presence inside me. "He can't die, mother...He's my brother, my twin...I won't lose him!" Suddenly I winced feeling my mother draw magic from me, yanking me away from my brother and locking his body in a boundary spell so when I ran up I smacked a wall.

"You're father threatened that if I told you two the truth that he would force you to do the Merge earlier. I'm sorry sorry Raelyn." Mother threw her arms down at her sides choking through tears at her lost son.

Stomping my boots in the dirt I started crying more out of such confusion. "Why would he - what the hell is the Merge, mother!"

She frustratedly runs her fingers through her hair, throwing her head back in agony. "It's a ritual that happens to twins born into our Coven. Since you and Jacob just turned 22 today that is the year to have the Merge...it's where you combine your strengths together...there can only be one winner."

Swaying on my feet I feel light headed where I might throw up or pass out again at the horror. My mother tried to come towards me but I clutched the necklace of my twin in my hands turning my hand red drawing the magic into myself. "Evanesco." Before her eyes my whole body disappeared like I was invisible giving me the chance to run from her. The wind blows through my hair as my legs just keep running until I collapse against a tree seeing the open road.

Waving my hands back and forth I luckily get someone to stop, rolling down their window I see a young boy with blonde hair and a kind smile. "Hey miss, do you need a lift?"

Nodding my head slowly he put the car in park coming to help me in the passenger's seat closing the door. He closed his door and started the car, giving me a weak smile. "I'm Matt Donavan. What's your name?" Glancing towards the boy out of the corner of my eye I wrap my arms around myself. If today had taught me anything it's that you can't trust anyone, especially your own family.

Shifting my back towards the guy I stared out the window feeling like my heart was gone. "Can you just drive please, Matt. I'm not feeling good." He turns the engine on pulling back onto the road. People say twins have a special connection. That they can know what the other is thinking and can feel their pain. The second part is true, because I can still feel Jacob's spirit inside me still.

"Eyes on me. Twins together forever." Those are the last words my brother would ever say.

Matt drove us into town and I stayed curled up in a ball the whole trip. I don't see how my parents thought keeping the truth from us was okay. That we didn't deserve to know that one of us would win but kill our sibling in the end. Resting my hands over my ears I press my forehead on the countertop of the bar. Hopefully I can just drown it all out or make it appear as a horrible nightmare that I can wake up from.

Knowing that now I clutch my hands into my hair mumbling to myself like a mato. "I'm never having kids. The Gemini Coven will murder them if I do."

Something gets sat down in front of me making me peak through my fingers of my left hand eyeing a drink. "What's this?" I questioned I sit up on the barstool while Matt started wiping down the counter with a rag.

He eyed me with a smile before I raised the glass to my lips taking a sip. "You looked like you could use a drink. No charge for the first."

Without thinking I down the rest sitting it on the table, pressing my hands against it. "Give me something stronger. The stronger the better."

He eyes me for a minute but goes to make the drink anyway. Reaching into my pocket I slowly pull out Jacob's necklace laying it in front of me. Brushing my fingertips over the light blue gemstone I sniffed through tears that immediately came just by staring at the piece of jewelry. "Invisique. Nullum visa laris."

My father was proud that I was alive so I can't trust that he won't come after me. Mother seemed ashamed that she lied. More so that she lost one of her children. Opening my eyes again I hope the spell works to cloak me so they can't do a locator spell. A glass gets slide my way when the front door of the bar opened and someone walks up taking a seat beside me.

"Strong scotch. May I ask what is troubling a lady like yourself?" My ears picked up on a British accent causing me to whip my head throwing my hair around.

The stranger smiles in my direction picking up a drink Matt had brought him that I hadn't noticed until now. "Unfortunately I don't talk to strangers so no." I scoffed flipping my hair towards him.

The British man chuckled taking a long sip from his glass still eyeing me from the corner of his eyes. I can feel my heart starting to flutter at hearing his laugh. Jacob always joked that I dreamed of falling in love with a man with any accent. But I can't deny that the British one was my favorite. "Then let's change that. My name's Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson." He sticks his hand out towards me turning in his chair to face me.

I nearly choked on my drink having to quickly sit the glass down. Hitting my chest as I have a coughing fit in an attempt to not choke. Eyeing him with uncertainty I put my hand in his shaking it slowly biting my lip. Klaus started to pull away but I siphon his hand suddenly twisting his wrist slamming him against the wall with my other hand holding him there.

"Ergh - what are you girl!" He grunts against the wall trying to break free.

Slowly walking up to him I keep my hand raised in front of me holding him there. Eyeing him up and down Klaus has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes that are now turning gold. He clutched his hands into fists still trying to fight against my grip. But somehow I knew I could take him, maybe now that I took my brother's power it gave me a booster. "There's something about you that I don't trust, Klaus. I trusted people closest to me and they betrayed me. So I'm not falling for your charms."

Turning my hand I dropped him to the ground where he growled up at me, heading for the door glancing over my shoulder I kept a brave face to him. "As for my name it's Raelyn Lane. I'd stay away if I were you Mr. Mikaelson."

“I will hunt you to your end, Witch!” He snarled, getting to his feet trying to grab my arm. Spinning around on my feet I threw him backwards once more rushing out the front door and into the parking lot.

Stumbling backwards I collided with someone where we both fell onto the pavement with me pushing my hair out of my face. My eyes noticed that it was a blonde girl that I had run into. “Urgh I’m sorry.”

“Oh…it’s alright. Here let me help you, I’m Caroline Forbes.” She offered her hands pulling me to my feet so we were both standing.

Dropped my hands down to my sides I shrugged my shoulders where I noticed a ring on her hand that I could tell was some sort of daylight ring. By the certain jewelry inside the ring making her a vampire. “I’m Raelyn and I’m sorry again for bumping into you. I was trying to get away from this weird guy.”

“Witch!….Caroline?” Whipping my head around I gasped seeing the same Klaus coming back out of the bar halting in his tracks but he still had golden eyes meaning that he wasn’t just a werewolf when I saw that he showed me his fangs.

Caroline quickly stepped in between us. “Klaus, slow down. I know you probably want to snap her neck but let’s not do that and use your words first.”

“I was simply trying to be nice to the girl until she threw me around with her magic. This is why I don’t like witches.” He slumped his shoulders in anger, sending me a dark glare.

Moving my hand forward I gently gripped the blonde by the shoulder making her wince. “I’m sorry about this, Caroline…invisaqui." Closing my eyes I turned invisible and quickly ran as fast as I could away from them where I could hear as I left.

"Ow! What kind of witch was she?" The blonde asked, rubbing her shoulder.

Klaus shrugged his shoulders frantically looking around, not seeing or hearing me anywhere in sight. "I don't know but she's bloody irritating!!!"

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