#//i love how ben's just automatically annoyed

[honorhearted]

Had this been any other situation -- hell, any other person -- Ben knew he would have at least cracked a smile. Instead, he merely pocketed his flintlock and drew in closer, his grim features masked by the poor light of the moon. "This had better be important then," he warned, his tone brusque. "Our lives are not the only things being risked here, you realize."

A ball?

Interest piqued, Ben leaned toward the other man, trying not to become impatient by how slowly Richard was regaling him with the details. "You know Major Andre?" he asked, skeptical. "Then again, I suppose you men of the cloth know just about everyone, good and bad. I imagine these officers have quite a bit to unload from their souls..."

The thought made him giddy. Just like harlots could glean information from the vulnerable, preachers were arguably even more trustworthy in that regard.

"A shipment?" Ben asked, feeling another leap in his chest. "Good -- that's very good, Father. You've done well. Do you already have any specifics?"

Smile fading, it soon became clear that Richard had summoned him for far more than just promising information. In spite of himself, Ben laughed, his brows drawing high on his forehead. "You cannot be serious..." He was. Oh God, Richard was. Dragging a hand over his face, Ben denied, "I am going to be indisposed this week, Father -- Washington needs me in camp for settling our tactical plans, so as promising as this is..." Trailing off, he sighed anew. "I'll see what I can do," he amended. "His Excellency is a smart man, so he will surely see the merit in this -- there are others in camp who can take my place."

Arguably, there were those in camp who could aid in Richard's plight, as well, but there was no questioning that this was far more pressing; to entrust this matter to anyone else was out of the question.

Rolling his lips inward, Ben asked, "What do you need me to do in preparation? Where should I meet you? And have you already given them a false name on my behalf?"

While the work of a clergyman had many barriers, at least in Richard's experience, one of its pros was that the redcoats never batted an eye when it came to the Scotsman's whereabouts. A holy man of God who locks himself in the confines of his own sacred study. Perhaps, that is the image most, if not, all of the redcoats had of Richard. Little did they know that he had found a way to sneak out of his lodgings and skirt around their perimeter so as to meet at the dead-drop during the dark of night. In that sense, being a clergyman certainly came with its perks.

"Woah! Woah! Easy Tallmadge!" hissed the clergyman, after he trudged out of the woods, to meet with Benjamin's familiar face and the lip of his rifle. "If ye' keep up tha' whole 'shoot first and ask questions la'er' sorta mindset yer' gonna find yer'self with no agents or friends." Finally, at the question of what news Richard had managed to collect, the Scotsman couldn't hold it back any longer. "A ball," he replied. "I guess ye' can say some sorta' soiree of sorts tha' has been put together by some of the high rankin' officers of the loyalists, such as Major Andre. However, wha' I though' would be of interest to ye' is not the ball itself but who will be at the ball." The clergyman licked his lips, as if savoring the stirring effect he had on the bluecoat. "Rumour has it tha' there are to be two generals headin' to this soiree. One of which, or perhaps both, knows the specifics regardin' a rather substantial shipment of weaponry for the loyalists and, more importantly, the disclosed location as to where this shipment is to harbour. Now, this is where it gets tricky...." Richard had only known Tallmadge to be the man behind the curtain. The sort of leader who merely stirred his agents where to go, not jump in on the action itself. However, perhaps with something as monumental as a quantitive shipment of weaponry being hauled in, Richard may be able to break such a rule. "I've been invited to this event ye' see. I have every intention of attainin' such crucial information, but I'm not confident tha' this can be done with a one-man-job, wha' more with a man who's new to this whole espionage scene," remarked Richard, rather sheepishly. "This is where I need yer' help, Tallmadge. I need ye' to be my guest to this soiree and help me obtain the information. It's a tall order, but like I said, we're dealin' with two high-rankin' officers. Not to mention, the place is li'erally crawlin' with redcoats. Please. I cannae' do this alone."

[coweye]

Commitment Issues - Part 9

Pairing: Benjamin Miller x Reader Words: 5.0K Summary: When you try and take your friends with benefits relationship to the next level, Benny’s response isn’t quite what you were expecting.

Warnings: Finally there's warnings again! Slight Angst, NSFW - respect the 18+ pls, cuteness.

So, this fic has always been close to my heart. 

I wrote this two years ago about a guy I was seeing but wanted more from. (Full disclosure, he’s no Benny Miller and luckily I didn’t have his baby.) It was a way of daydreaming the way my life could’ve gone. I never could’ve imagined you guys would embrace it the way you have and it honestly warms my heart so much that there are people out here waiting for an update. I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting.

A few months ago (the not-Benny) actually asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. Spoiler alert - he’s really not boyfriend material. So, much as I suspected, it didn't work out, because men aren’t written by women in real life. I’m not surprised or sad, I’m happy I know for sure but it  feels like I’ve come full circle and I think it's time I give our girl the ending I didn’t get. 

I love you all so much and words can describe how much I appreciate your support.

➢fic masterpost

PREVIOUS PART

Life in the past 48 hours had been… surreal. 

You had confessed your feelings for your baby daddy and then found out that he reciprocated those feelings all before doing the equivalent of pushing a grape out of your nostril.

A baby.

A gorgeous baby girl. 

Gorgeous didn’t quite cover it, yet finding a word that described the transcendent beauty of the soul you’d brought forth into this world escaped you, as did a name for the said beauty. 

For the time being the angel made human was currently known as TBD or more affectionately Tee. The two of you had been trying out names but a new baby and totally requited feelings didn't automatically cancel out a life-time of bickering. 

Your problem was there wasn’t a name you’d heard that actually sounded like her and Ben, god love him, had a habit of picking names from a nursing homes register; Ethel, Millicent, Edith - I could go on.

He liked old fashioned names, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though it didn’t lend itself to easy compromise. 

So, Tee, she remained with test names thrown in sporadically with hopes that a winner would stick, ideally before her 18th Birthday.  

Whilst the name vetoing annoyed the hell out of you there wasn’t any real friction. The name discussion never became heated, if a name was vetoed you moved on to the next accepting the decision of the other person. 

It was a healthy co-parenting dream. 

Despite the pending conversation that loomed over you both, things weren’t awkward - quite simply because you didn’t have the time for it to be!

Mia (Nah) didn’t leave you much time for it. 

Whilst she was a dream for sleeping, the time afforded to you both was spent sleeping or preparing the house for her awakening. She was beautiful, but exhausting - a lot like her father.

So it only made sense that when you got your first minute of peace,  after a long nap, now in your own bed and fresh pajamas; that the innermost workings of your heart would come to the surface. 

To the backing track of Modern Family, you planned and plotted your conversation word for word. Time allowed for dramatic pauses and longing gazes were of course included. When you began planning his lines you realized enough was enough and rose from your bed. 

Sure, after looking in the mirror, you’d had better days for your self confidence - ones where you weren’t rocking an adult nappy. But beggars couldn't be choosers and if you let it run in circles anymore you were afraid your brain would just combust.

There was a huge part of you that was excited after all this was years in the making, but then that small, human part of you was screaming at you to temper your expectations. 

How often does someone get everything they want? When did your life become a fairy tale? 

You didn’t think Benny would flat out turn you down, but what if he couldn’t live up to what had been in your head. 

For the first time, in a long time, you decided to ignore your brain - self preservation be damned. 

With a turn on your heel in a matching silk pajama set and a goddamn adult nappy you proudly began your descent down the stairs. 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for when you rounded the corner. 

There on the sofa he lay, utterly shirtless. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him like this, in fact you’d actively avoided his fights after you had ‘broken up’ for this very reason because one look at those rippling shoulders would’ve tanked any remaining resolve or feminism left in your body. 

It would also be remiss to add that your daughter lay on his chest for what you assume was skin-to-skin time. Somehow, it both melted your heart and stoked a fire within you - having a child was strange. Since when was being a good Father a kink for you? 

“Pssst.” You whispered under your breath, trying to get his attention without waking the bean. It took another two tries before he finally looked up confused and then fixed you with that beaming smile.

“Well… good mornin’, Mama.” His voice was deep from lack of use and he looked utterly exhausted yet his smile was as big as ever.

You couldn’t help your own grin at his words as you pressed your attack and kneeled at his side. For a moment your hand stroked at the valley of her spine, before your palm came to rest on his bare shoulder.

How the hell could two people so clueless make something so absolutely perfect?

After a moment or two spent lost in pure adoration you lifted your gaze to Ben. His eyes hadn’t left your face since he became aware of your presence. 

You couldn’t help it.

Now was the time for words not for actions that had made this hole you were currently buried in, and yet …

You let yourself get lost in those eyes and pressed your lips against his. 

It was soft. 

Softer than anything the two of you had ever known. 

Neither one of you pushed for more, you simply indulged in the closeness that had been hard won to come so easily. The hand not cradling your daughter to his chest, rose to hug your cheek as you parted. 

“Where did that come from?”

“I’ve been meaning to do it since the hospital, but the nap helped me put my ducks in a row, I guess.”

Benny rose into a sitting position, slowly, mindful of the sleeping infant on his chest. 

He laid her in the moses basket at the foot of the sofa and pressed the white noise machine. Mozart began playing softly, lulling her into a deeper sleep.

Finally, Benny turned back to you, his eyes serious. “I wasn’t sure if you regretted saying what you did… if it was the heat of the moment… y’know the fear.”

You contemplated for a single moment.

“I meant every word.”

The problem with you and Benn had always been that you both approached your relationship with one foot out the door, whoever cared the least won. It was the way you both protected yourself.

It was only now you were realizing the commitment issues had gone both ways, for a time at least. It was easier if you played with no skin in the game, there was nothing to lose. But now, you had everything to lose and you didn’t want to waste a single moment playing the stupid games you’d wasted so many years of your life devoted to.

“Every word?”

“Every. Single. One. Especially the ones about your lame singing.” You couldn’t help your grin that snuck out as you teased him. 

“Lame? I’m sorry it's that gruff, sexy singing that made your ass crush on me.”

“God. I wish I could take it all back, but I do Benny, I fucking adore you.”

All through your back and forth he’d been advancing. It was as if your words prompted him to pounce. His hands were planted on your cheeks, as he gave you a part of himself in an all consuming kiss. 

It was like he was trying to explain all his feelings, all the hurt and frustration and affection he’d felt in one kiss.

As his tongue brushed yours and his hands trailed the sides of your body to pull you against him, your hands found his shoulders as you attempted to pull him closer, as if that was even possible. 

The two of you had been at war for so long, so afraid to give eachother any part of yourself. The air was thick with emotion, your hormones were all over the place as tears began to leak from your eyes. 

Relief, joy, lo- you couldn’t name the emotion entirely but it was some combination. With your kisses you promised to start anew, to fix what was broken and forget all the hurt you had caused one another.  

You were going to do your best for her, for your Joy.

Unable to stop yourself, you grabbed at the waistband of his sweats, finding the warm skin of his toned stomach. That seemed to bring him back to reality as he grabbed your hands and placed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily through his nose in what you assumed was an attempt to gather his self control. 

“Angel, you’re gonna start something you can’t finish, by my reckon… for at least 6 weeks.” 

“Let me take care of you.” You breathed, dropping your kisses lower to his neck. 

 “No, baby. We’re doing this right. I’m not gonna cum in your mouth and then leave you to carry on with your day aching in both ways - at least not till you can return the favor in mine.” He kissed your forehead chastely, as if he hadn’t just promised to eat you out the second your pussy was healed. 

“Benny.” You whined.

“I don’t care Y/N. We’re doing this right, I’ve fucked this up too many times.”

“I guess 6 weeks isn’t too long… right?”

WRONG.

Four Weeks Later

The two of you had come in leaps and bounds in your communication and you were striving towards a healthy relationship.

Hell, the two of you had been on about five PG-13 dates. Sure, it was slowly killing you, the lack of physical contact below the belt, but the two of you were getting to know each other as a romantic partner instead of a best friend that occasionally rides him in his truck.

It was good, going back over the steps the two of you had missed. Your injured vagina was allowing you to take it slow, something you and Benny sorely needed the second time round.

Though, it was still Benny. So he constantly teetered on the edge of gentlemanly courtship as he caressed the meat of your thigh as the two of you sat closely in a booth; and you loved it. 

All in all, it was kinda perfect.

So it was fitting that your perfect life shattered around you on a random Saturday morning.

“Sure Jaz, I’ll meet you at 11…. Okay, see you soon.” You heard from the man currently cradling your daughter in his arms as he gave her a bottle.

God, you wished you had more faith in your shiny new relationship, that you didn’t immediately jump to anger. 

Alas, rage was an old ally and you leapt into his eagerly awaiting arms. 

Every single doubt and unfair suspicion raised to your tongue as he turned to face you. He fixed you with an easy smile, clearly none-the wiser about the eye of the storm he was currently wandering into.

“Ben... I’ve gotta’ ask. It's been weighing on me for months… but who the fuck is Jaz?”

He blanched, his eyes looking down to your daughter as if she at 4 weeks old was capable of critical thinking. It clearly wasn’t what he was expecting when it left your mouth. He looked… somewhere between embarrassed and guilty.

It was then your eye caught the bottles that hadn’t been rinsed. They were abandoned on the marble, left to sour. That all but sealed his fate.

Sure, if you weren’t actively plotting his and his secret girlfriend's demise, you may not have overreacted. But in that solitary, ugly moment, that basic lack of regard he held for you and your relationship was encapsulated by his inability to complete the singular god forsaken chore that was his. 

The guy didn’t have a chance to respond before you were at the sink filling the washing up bowl with foamy water. The aroma of sour milk as you unscrewed the bottle lids only served to stoke your fires as you all but threw the stinking bottles in the water, splashing yourself with suds as you did.

“Do I have to do everything?!” 

“Y/N…”

“Sometimes, Ben…” 

“What the fuck - can we just rewind or can you explain what exactly it is you think i’ve done?!” He is incredulous as he places your daughter in her soothing swing chair, his arms now raising in surrender. 

“You need me to explain?” You huff, stoney in disbelief at his gall. 

“For god sake Y/N… leave them, I’m gonna get to them after this one.”

“Yeah, well. I’ve learnt not to believe you when you say things and do the complete opposite…”

“Do the complete opposite?” You heard clear as day the anger building in his voice. “If you wanna say something, then fucking say it!”

“FINE! I’ll say it! “ You slammed the last bottle in the bowl and turned round, wiping your hands on a tea towel as you fixed your gaze on him. “I thought you were happy taking it slow, I thought you wanted to be with me. But no, Jaz. AGAIN..”

He let out a light laugh, one that held no humor. “Christ sakes, Y/N - Jaz is a client! - I’m a fuckin’ personal trainer!”

“SHE’S- Oh-”

“Yeah - Oh.” His arms were crossed across his chest and his eyes had hardened.

“I - I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“To go from a soldier, to a fighter, to a glorified crossfit instructor …  just a little humiliating, Y/N.” His voice was flat and dejected as he spoke. 

At that moment, you were utterly ashamed.

“Ben… I am so -”

“Yeah. You’re sorry. But that's the thing, no matter how much I apologize or tell you how I feel about you, it's never enough. Y/N why are we even bothering when you clearly still don’t trust me.”

“Ben, I-”

“No, Y/N. It's not fair. I’ve been a good Dad and to be completely honest I’ve been a pretty stellar boyfriend, and yet all I get from you is fuckin’ accusations!” 

You hadn’t seen Benny this angry outside of the of the ring in a long fucking time. Yet you weren’t afraid of him as he came to stand before you, you knew Ben.  

“I can’t do this. Not if you’re gonna hold on to every doubt you have about me and whip them out every time I do something to piss you off, I’m not perfect Y/N.”

“I’m trying… Ben it’s not-”

“No. Listen, I told you. I told you how hard this was for me.” He stood before you, his shoulders sagged in defeat as his eyes shone with unshed tears. “I fucking poured my heart out to you, baby. I only want you and if you can’t trust that, then this isn’t going to work out and we need to stop and just be parents, because I’m not gonna live my life like this - instantly guilty for whatever shit your head dreams up for me.” 

He picked up his cap from the dining room table and bent down to place a kiss on your sleeping daughter's forehead before he swiped his hair back from his face and placed the cap on top.  Your fingers were aching from the grip you had on the counter.

“Well, I'm going to have some adulterous sex with my side piece Jasmine. Then I might swing by Flanagan’s on my way home for a threesome with an old flame. Who knows might make it a goddamn foursome!” Benny strolled out, he didn’t slam a single door. Always conscientious of the baby.

Goddamn you felt like shit.

It was hard to admit that you were wrong. 

All joking aside, you weren’t used to it. You never went into battle half cocked, which meant all arguments were mentally vetted before you championed a cause. But no matter how you sliced it, this time you were unequivocally wrong.

You had come at him with such anger. God, you should’ve just calmly asked him who Jasmine was. Why did you automatically assume the worst?

Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda - Didn’t do any good now.

Simply put, you had been a dick, to a man who had been nothing short of amazing to you. 

It was as you stood frozen leaning against the counter top that you began to realize you’d never fully forgiven Ben for what happened a year ago. The toll that had taken on your self worth and your confidence.

It wasn’t his fault, not really. You had promised yourself when starting this back up you’d forgive everything from the past, but you supposed that was hard when he’d never really apologized. 

That was petty, you reasoned.  

You knew he was sorry. 

The two of you had jumped straight back into dating, deciding to try and have the perfect romance without the deep connection which came from talking through the nitty gritty. All because the truth of the matter was; feelings made you both uncomfortable.

So you avoided talking about them at all costs, hell you'd been in active labour before you'd been able to bare your soul to him.

So, how could you be so surprised when it bubbled up in these ugly ways?

Deciding to resolve these difficult thoughts with Benny when or if he returned, eased the ache within yourself a tiny bit.   

Placing the baby monitor beside your sleeping daughter you decided to prepare yourself for that conversation. 

You made it through one life affirming shower and half of your skincare routine before her wails demanded your presence. 

“Mommy’s coming baby.” You spoke through the monitor using it as a walkie talkie. It was hard not to flash back to your service days as you used it. You were half way down the stairs reminiscing on the good ole days when you weren’t a complete asshole, when you heard a male voice whispering to Tee on the monitor. 

It was instinctual; you didn’t even think, you just moved, taking the stairs two at a time, stopping only to grab a weapon or, as it is more commonly known as, a broom.  

“GET AWAY FROM HER ASSHOLE.” You wielded the broom like a hockey stick ready to swing on the assailant. As you rounded the corner and were stupefied to find Benny there with your daughter, his eyes wide as you entered the room ready to assault him.

“Y/N?!”

“BENNY. OH MY CHRIST. I thought - “ In a single moment you instantly drop the broom and grab your baby from his arms, planting kisses all over her face and head. 

“Oh my god, you scared mommy, Tee. Yes you did. My heart, oh fucking christ. I didn’t expect you back.”

“What can I say - I didn't fancy the orgy today.”

“Daddy’s very funny, Sienna.”

“Sienna… Sienna Miller?” Benny narrows his eyes over the top of his Starbucks takeout cup.  

“Veto.” You both say in unison despite your argument. 

Tee whined in your arms, amping up for a wail.

“She didn’t finish her bottle before she fell asleep earlier.” Ben pointed out to the half empty bottle waiting to be washed up. Your stomach dropped at the mere sight of the cause of your hissy fit earlier.

“Are you hungry, beautiful girl?” You crooned to your baby after a pause. Adjusting the robe you had thrown on after your shower. “I’ll feed her and then we can talk?”

He nodded, his face giving nothing away. It was strange to be stonewalled by Ben. Usually every thought that crossed his mind was mirrored on his face. 

Taking a seat in the love chair you’d set up in the lounge for this exact purpose you exposed your breast. You had been doing a half breast half formula feeding pattern so that Ben could pitch in.

She latched on quickly, but never as quickly as she did the bottle. A tiny part of you was disappointed, as you’d always had images of breastfeeding your child. But with a low milk supply you’d had little option but to supplement with bottles, but beyond the bonding aspect you had no qualms with the bottle.

Tee was slowly falling asleep as she drank and after about five minutes she was gone to the world. 

Feeling guilty all while, you held her to your chest after rearranging your robe. You should be speaking to Benny about your regrettable words earlier and yet you couldn’t force your legs to move. Telling someone you had been a complete dick wasn’t a fun thing to do.

So it made sense after about ten minutes of hiding that Benny appeared with the moses basket in toe for your sleeping angel. 

You nodded thankfully and silently you handed her off to him, making sure that your entire chest was covered. 

He placed her in the far corner of the room, far enough away that your voices - if they were kept below a shout - wouldn’t wake her.

He took a seat to your right, there was about a meter between you. It was all so stiff, like a business meeting as you each waited for the other to speak. 

“So.” He muttered avoiding eye contact.

“I’ll start. I’m sorry Ben. You didn’t deserve that.” His eyes rose to meet yours. “I want this to work. I meant it, I want to leave it all behind and I thought I could - just forget everything, I mean. But I can’t. I think, well, I think we need to talk about it.”

“Y/N-”

“No, Ben, please. I’ve thought about this for like twenty minutes in the shower.” You left your seat to sit beside him. “I know you don’t like… feelings. I don’t either, it's awkward. But, I need to get through this to get over it, y’know?” 

“I think I do.” He nodded.  You took his hand in yours. 

“I’m not making excuses, I’m sorry I lost my shit this morning. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. When I heard her name, I was right back there. Pregnant and alone and just completely unsure about everything; infatuated with a guy who I didn’t think felt the same. It was terrifying … And I’ve never told you that. It messed with my head everything that happened last year.”

“Right back where?... When you heard her name?”

“At the baby shower.”

“Oh Y/N, you should've asked!”

“Why? We weren’t together.”

“I started as a PT about a month after Christmas. After I found out and the hospital - It's a hell of a lot safer and the pay’s more steady. I’m still training with Will but the fights are gonna’ be … fewer. I wanna be around.” His hand clutched in yours tightened his thumb on your fingers forcing you to look up.

“You’re such a good Dad. I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t” Your hand rose to his face. 

“I am so sorry. I haven’t said it have I? But I am. That night you told me you wanted more and I shut you down, I broke your heart. I don’t want anyone else, only you. I need you to hear me.”

“I do Ben, I do.”

“No, Y/N. I want you to be my wife, I want you to have more of my babies. You’re the only one for me, I think of you when I wake up, before I go to sleep - there hasn’t been a day in the past ten years I haven’t thought about you. I will never hurt you like that again, I fucking promise you.”

Tears sprung to your eyes as your heart began to heal, it felt so full as you sat beside him basking in his words.

“I fucking dig you Benny.” You grabbed his cheeks pulling him into a kiss. It started off lighter before it began to deepen. 

Teasingly you flicked your tongue against his gaining access, biting his lip you pulled yourself onto his lap to get a better angle on your exploration of his mouth. Through his jeans you felt him begin to swell as he pressed against the linen of your robe. 

It had only been three weeks, but you were desperate for him to be inside you. Compromise was the name of the game.  

He pulled away from your mouth, which you were fine with, you knew the words about to leave his lips. Which is why you decided to be persuasive as you trailed kisses down his neck. 

“Baby, no, you’ve only just had a baby, c’mon.”

Smothering kisses against his warm skin, he smelled deliciously of the Calvin Klein aftershave he always spritzed on before leaving the house. You moved your hips against his, which prompted him to grab them. His large hands splayed across your ass, holding you still as he attempted to maintain some semblance of self control.

“You can’t go inside, but we can still have fun.” You whispered into his neck. “Besides, you’re the injured party, I have an apology to make.”

“Well…” He moaned as you playfully bit at his warm flesh “You were mean as hell, baby.”

With Benjamin's help you shrugged the linen dressing gown from your shoulders. Instantly you were completely exposed before him.  His eyes zeroed in on your swollen breasts, sure he’d seen them in passing but never so freely exposed and at eye level. 

Hands gentle as always rose to cup them. Those gorgeous fingers skirted around your nipples making your hips rut down against his hardened member. 

“Sensitive.” You explained before he placed kisses on them. He kissed along the underside of your breast before lathering his tongue around your nipples. His gaze lowered and his palms skirted along your sides before they landed on your ass. 

You couldn’t help your self consciousness, the last time this man had seen you naked you’d been a size Y/S. Now you had some fresh stretch marks and a stomach still swollen from your child. 

However, all your self consciousness went out the window the second he squeezed at the meat there and pulled you down against his jeans, his hips thrusted up in time, almost unintentionally. 

The fabric was causing some delicious friction against your clit, yet you wanted more. 

“Is this okay, you’re not in pain?” He asked resting his forehead against yours.

You kissed his lips as you held onto his jaw.

“No. I want more.”

“You can’t have more, your sweet pussy needs more time before I ruin it.” He smirked before claiming your mouth with his tongue, putting all his filthy promises behind it.

“No, but you can.” You leaned backwards and began to undo his zipper. His hands came up to stop you before he remembered your words from earlier. 

Finally, you set him free. He was bigger than you remembered, straining up against Ben’s belly. You couldn't resist as you rubbed your bare heat against him. You were sopping as his cock came away wet. 

Benny groaned, one hand squeezing the meat of your ass and the other staying firmly on your hip, just in case you tried something. You grabbed his chin, joining your mouths in a deep kiss, once more you dropped your hips, your clit bumping against the head of his cock in the most delicious way before you slid along his shaft. 

Once again he groaned, this time into your mouth which you greedily swallowed up. Playfully you bit at his lip, touching your tongue once more to his just to give him a preview of how talented it could be.  

He began to help you as he pushed his jeans further down his thighs frantically as you moved off of his lap and fell onto your knees between his legs. 

Your mouth watered as you stared at his pulsing cock, now covered in your own wetness.  You couldn’t help a smirk as his head dropped back on the couch as he tried to give you space to work. 

Slowly, playfully almost, you stroked his length and you couldn't help a small smirk as his hips thrusted into your palm.  Right where you wanted him, he was fighting a losing battle of control.

With no warning you leaned down and swiped your quick tongue along the head of his cock. If the groans had added to the flood below the belt, the broken call of your name had you practically gushing. 

Leaning forward to get a better vantage, you sneakily pressed your heel into your clit. It alleviated some of the pressure but nowhere near enough. 

All at once you took his length into your mouth, his cry was absolutely gorgeous as he grabbed at his own thigh. 

Your tongue lathered the veins that hid on the underside of his cock. It was wet and messy and he was quickly falling apart in your mouth. 

He was fighting the urge to fuck your mouth as he gripped at his thighs in solidarity, you wanted him to bruise the back of your throat with his thrusts.

You reached up and grabbed his hand, currently grabbing at his thigh and placed it into your hair. It was an open invitation, to let himself go. To stop being so polite and sorry, to go back to fucking you the way he used to.

It was an invited he RSVP’ed immediately.  His hands immediately began guiding your face up and down his cock, pushing your face down so that the head of his dick nudged the back of your throat. 

Your gag constricted around his cock which made his head roll back in pleasure.  His hand loosened its hold on your hair, almost asking permission. 

With a roll off your eyes you dropped your head harder than he had, his cock was practically in your esophagus, but it showed him you could take it. 

“Yes, baby. Fuck - you suck cock so good.”   

Unable to help it you grinded against your heel, desperate for the sweet relief of his touch, but unable to receive it.

You noticed the pressure building as his stomach began taut as he continued fucking your face. 

Taking back control, your hands found his balls and rolled them between your fingers caused him to groan as that pressure increased.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna-” His cry was all you needed as you as you took his entire length in your mouth. You fought the urge to gag as you reminded yourself to breathe through your nose. His come spurted hotly down your throat as you swallowed every damn drop of it. 

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[scrapyardboyfriends]

Well that was...something. Haha.

When I got to the almost kiss scene, I honestly just burst out laughing? Is this supposed to be working for us or Aaron? Cause it's...not. Aaron was right when he said John needed to work on his routine because again that was straight out of Nate's least sexy ever affair with Moira playbook.

Just..."because you know why we're both still here" is somehow a lot better than "I know what you want" which feels like Nate's "you know you want me".

Like if I were Aaron, I would have laughed in his face at that embarrassment of flirting. I would have been like "mate, does that ever actually work for you?" Except that I guess it did in their forced first meeting.

Besides the obvious, I'm just really struggling with the convoluted, contrived way they've set this all up.

It reminds me of the Ben thing too, just automatically putting this weird romantic/sexual framing on it before it has a chance to reach that place on its own.

Just like, imagine instead of his hook up app, Aaron decided to go to whatever gay bar is in Hotten these days and try and meet someone and John showed up looking to get a drink while in town for his mother's funeral. We see them meet, chat a little, maybe actually see some natural banter/chemistry and then they leave and sure, hook up in his dumb van. And then Eric's car is still in the shop because I don't know, Mack went out as Aaron's wing man, per Vic's request, and got into work too late to fix it, so he encourages Vic to drive Eric to the funeral.

Then at least they met without the explicit trappings of a hook up where it was pretty anonymous and barely had an exchange before it was like "oh well we were supposed to have sex so let's have sex".

Could also have had Aaron just run into him on the side of the road and generously helped him fix his car enough to get it to the nearest garage where oh look, he meets Vic. But they could have been flirting while he was fixing the van and then kissed and ended up having sex in the van.

Just like...anything other than this nonsense where they have this super contrived hostility based on such a nonsensical plot point of John driving off with Aaron's stuff for no reason.

And then I might buy that Aaron would actually still have some attraction to him despite everything and a scene like today might have worked better for me??

I just don't know how believable it is that Aaron is attracted enough to John that he would go there based on that kind of pitiful flirting after all of this other nonsense, after he knows this is Robert's secret gay half brother and all of those feelings came up.

Sigh...

The Mack and Aaron friendship stuff is still fun, aside from the fact that this little war they have with John is so baseless and yes, their actions are super immature. But I still like the trio of the two of them and Vic interacting. Tiny slivers of silver lining.

Also...John is just an asshole. I just don't know what issue they have with bringing in likable characters. At least Robert was a smooth talking charmer to mask his inner turmoil. John could be making the village fall in love with him with his charisma while hiding secret pain. I'd like that kind of character a lot more than angry guy.

I feel like the only people that like John so far fall into five categories: 1. Robert antis who will like any non Robert Aaron ship 2. People who just hate Aaron and/or Mack and enjoy a character who also hates them 3. Sugden fans desperate for scraps 4. People who find the actor attractive 5. And people who think this is all leading to a Robert return

I'm only really approaching number 3 and he's too annoying for me to care yet and I'd like 5 to be true but I refuse to get my hopes up because I still feel like this is all happening because Ryan said no. I think it's just going to be a terrible, flat enemies to lovers story where John's sad sad military past will come out and Aaron will end up comforting him and getting him to open up and then they'll suddenly be couple with very little relationship development. Even with Robert mentions, I don't feel like this is leading to a return or to any kind of Aaron revelation that he still loves Robert and therefore doesn't want to be with his secret gay half brother.

I'd love to be wrong but...

[positivelybeastly]

What do you think of Juan Jose ryp art of beast?

So, I actually had to look up which X-Force/Wolverine artist this was, because I . . . honestly don't keep a massive track on who's on what duty for these books. I haven't even capped them, which is. Telling. There's like 80+ issues of comics featuring Beast that I haven't capped because I dislike the subject matter so much.

In fact, you know what, here's some pulling back of the curtain and some statistics for you - you know the little icons that I used for replies?

These are 100x100 icons cut down to size manually after being screencapped from digital copies, for maximum resolution and quality. I have QUITE a lot of them saved up, a lot of them from back when I was first RPing back in 2013-2015.

For Human Hank, I have 208.

For classic/Ape Hank, I have 622.

For feline Hank, I have 1,018.

For modern Hank, I have 457.

For Dark Beast, I have 150.

Now, this isn't EXACTLY how much I like one form over the other, it's also determined by which one I tend to RP as most, but the two definitely influence each other - most people I write with get feline Hank, he's my default for a reason, he's the Hank I know best.

BUT ANYWAY.

Juan Jose Ryp.

Honestly, it's good art. His anatomy is good, he can capture fur texture well, he is certainly drawing the Beast that Ben Percy is asking him to draw. It's just a bit of a shame that it's the single worst version of Beast ever put to page, so I automatically see it, recognise it, and go, oh, yeah, from THAT run.

Honestly, almost any other time, this would be a scenario that would have me salivating, but instead I'm capping this, uploading it, then immediately throwing it in my recycle bin. I don't want it on my computer, straight up. And it's a shame, because the art is eminently very good. The colouring is on point, it has that underwater shine, the shading is excellent, the muscle definition is lovely . . .

I do also have to point out something, though, which. Annoys me. And I hesitate to point the finger at Ryp, because I don't know that it's his fault or not, it could be just how Ben Percy is telling him to draw this, but.

That's the wrong Beast.

I'm extremely well acquainted with every one of Hank's forms, and that is way more akin to THIS

than it is to THIS

Ryp draws 90s Beast. He does not draw modern Beast. Whether this is designed to intentionally repulse the reader, who sees the design, thinks of TAS Beast from the 90s show, and then reads him being an absolutely colossal chode, or if it's just straight up artist error, I don't know. Hank has a habit of being drawn badly or incorrectly. Don't believe me?

This art is from 2012, from issue #24 of Secret Avengers. The Avengers vs. X-Men tie-in.

Beautiful 90s Beast, right?

Except, you know.

He's meant to look like this.

Like a cat.

Aren't we meant to have, like . . . editors, and shit?

But yeah, Ryp draws 90s Beast, and it's flat out wrong. Artistic interpretation, sure, but it's just straight up wrong. Again, I don't know if he's being told to do this or not, but it's something I need to bring up, because this is not something that happens to Cyclops or Wolverine, and it bugs the living fuck out of me.

But yeah, Ryp does draw a lovely Beast, even if he's inaccurate. That being said, he's not my favourite modern Beast artist by a country mile. Cassara and Gill, who drew Beast in the X-Force books, I like more.

I also have an affection for Coccolo, just because he draws a very round and lovely Beast.

Like, yeah, he's a genocidal war criminal, but fuck, he's got such a lovely belly and thick as hell thighs and I am weak.

That being said, they are not my favourite modern Beast artists either, because this is a poisoned run and I don't like to think about these pages.

Sean Izaakse draws the best modern Beast, in my opinion. Is it partly because he illustrated the last time Beast was written in character?

But I do just genuinely think he draws an effortlessly handsome and gorgeous and animated Hank.

George Perez often said he had a good time drawing Hank, even calling him the funny little monkey man, asking his 90s collaborator Kurt Busiek if he could come back so he could draw him more, and honestly, you can see it in his art, in how much love and attention and how elaborate he gets with his work on Hank. I get that same feeling from Izaakse.

[allyftt]

Coffee au - Cyno x reader

February 14, Valentine's day..

The worst day of the year if you were to say it yourself. It's the day when the coffee shop you worked at was full of couples who just couldn’t respect the fact that there were singles in this world too. You always happened to work on this day somehow. The thought of love disgusted you very much. Love was not something for you and that was something you always told yourself. You didn’t have the time or the energy to find someone to love right now. Life was just simple and boring and you would like to keep it that way.

… Or that's what you thought before a young white-haired guy walked through the door with the most serious expression you had ever seen. Could someone look so serious and intimidating at the same time? His crimson eyes shone as he walked to the front counter. 

You gulped a little and walked to the cash register and welcomed him to the shop.

"Good morning sir. What can I get for you this wonderful and lovely day?" you hated the sound of the cheesy introduction, but it's what your boss told you to say to every customer.

"Good morning. I want a Ben de Tia shot with hazelnut, vanilla, almond, extra whip caramel sauce, mocha sauce, rumba chocolate chip cream, Frappuccino with 5 shots of coffee, and top it off with some fruits and yogurt” he said thoughtfully. 

You froze at your place and stared at him. It was hard to tell if your mind played you some tricks or if your ears were stuffed with wax to the point where you heard something wrong. This had to be the longest and most complicated order you had ever got. Was this stoic guy on some good drugs or what was the issue?

The lack of response and movement from you annoyed him a little bit. He raised an eyebrow at you and crossed his arms. "What’s wrong? Something on my face?" 

You flinched and coughed as an excuse. "No! Your order will be $6,29, sir" you looked down at the cash register and typed in his order with a red blush. How embarrassing...

He took his card out and paid for his order. You took the receipt and walked away to make this strange order. Soon you came to the coffee machine and picked out a cup for him. The order was too complicated to remember, so you picked up his receipt and followed every ingredient. When you were done you gave it to him with a small smile. "Hope it tastes good! Have a nice day and come back soon!" 

He didn't spare you a single glance nor did he answer you. The white-haired guy just turned around and left the shop. What a strange guy...

The rest of your day was spent pretending to be this happy cashier who made people’s orders and cleaned after every table was used. You couldn’t escape this day, it was your destiny to stay with all these couples until late at night.

After closing the cafe, you came home and threw yourself in bed with a satisfied sigh. Finally, the annoying day was over and you could sleep until tomorrow night if you wanted to. Your cat jumped up beside you and purred as it stroke its head against your arm. You opened your eyes and smiled. “Hello little one, missed me so much today?” You raised your hand and scratched it behind its ear in silence. The little smile that was visible on your lips disappeared as you looked at the cat. “Happy Valentine’s day.. I guess” 

You don’t remember when or how you fell asleep, but suddenly you were woken up by your ringing phone. Who dared to call you this early in the morning? 

Turning around to your phone you picked it up and looked at the time. The digital number showed 08:10 am. Your gaze then wandered to the name on the screen and it read Deyha. Why was she calling you this early in the morning? 

You pressed the green button and put the phone to your ear. Before you had the chance to say anything you heard her voice on the other side of the phone. “You will never believe what just happened!”

Your eyes closed automatically and you grimaced at how loud she was. “Please don’t scream in my ear this early in the morning! What happened at eight in the fucking morning so you have to call me and disturb my beauty sleep?” 

“A white-haired guy came in and ordered the most complicated drink ever! When I made it to him he tasted it and made a disgusting grimace! Like can you believe it?

Then he stared at me intensely.. It felt like he wanted to kill me right on the spot! After that, he mumbled something like “It’s not like how that person made it” and then he walked out of the cafe while looking mad! You worked yesterday so he must be talking about you! Do you know this guy?”

You sat up surprised, scaring the cat that slept beside you. It was that guy from yesterday! Why did he come back on a Saturday to get coffee this early? 

“Uh, yeah I worked yesterday and I might know who you’re talking about, but it’s not what you think it is Deyha! I don’t know the guy at all. He came yesterday and ordered the same coffee he did today and then he paid and left” you explained seriously. 

“mh-hm..” was all she said, and you could hear her big grin on her face on the other end. Of course, she thought that you were lying. Deyha and her girlfriend Candace have been trying to get you together with a boy ever since you started studying in the akademiya.

“Well well, looks like my best friend has an admirer. You better not let him down and cover for me these days” she laughed, making you roll your eyes. Deyha always found reasons to make you get out of your room and socialize with people. Another reason to cover for her was to cuddle with Candace, real annoying if you say it yourself. 

After talking back and forth, Deyha excused herself by saying that she had to get back to work. Before you could even complain she hung up and you were left staring at your background on the phone. 

With a sigh, you got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. There was no reason for you to go back to sleep again since Deyha had already woken you up, but what could you do on a Saturday when you were home alone? Maybe you could call your friend over and study for the upcoming exam, or you could get dressed and join Deyha in the cafe. 

Deciding to keep Deyha company you got dressed and made your way to the kitchen where you gave your cat some food and fresh water. You walk to your hall and put on some shoes before going to the cafe. It was a 10-minute walk from your apartment building, making it easy to go home on your breaks. 

 Like you had thought Deyha was happy to see you in the cafe. You sat with her at the front counter and let her work whenever a new customer came by to buy a coffee or sandwiches. “Tell me then, who is this guy?” 

You turned your head towards her surprised, “Deyha I already told you! He’s a customer who came in yesterday and asked for the coffee you made. I made it for him and he left after paying.” 

She looked at you and it was like she looked for signs of you lying, but she gave up with a sigh. “Well, we know that he’s liking the coffee you made. That means another happy customer” she smiled at you before wiping the front counter. You watched her wipe all the dust and coffee crumbs. 

“but there’s something about him..” 

Deyha stopped in her tracks and looked at you with a wide grin. You knew that she was hoping for you to admit having a little crush on him but it never came. “I don’t know how to explain it but it feels like I know him from somewhere. Is he going to our school or is he maybe my neighbor?” 

Deyha put away the towel and put a finger under her chin, looking elsewhere like she was trying hard to think. “You know, I gotta admit that I felt that feeling too. He looked familiar somehow. If you want I can ask Candace. She’s in the school consoler team with Tighnari, maybe she knows who it is?”

You nodded and felt a weird feeling in your stomach. Were you nervous about knowing who he was? It wasn’t anything like you to care so much about a boy who seemed to like your way of making his weird coffee. After that day, you started working more in the cafe just to see if the boy would come back and he did. He was there every morning at the same time. 

The clock hit 7:20 am and the doorbell rang when someone came in. “Good morning!” you smiled at him and pushed his cup forward toward him. He stopped at the front counter and looked at you surprised. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “I knew that you would come at this time, so I already made your coffee!” 

He stood there speechless, feeling his heart skip a beat. You had learned his order by heart and had it finished before he came in. Soon he noticed the little drawing on the cup, making him lift his mug to analyze it. “I hope you didn’t mind me drawing on the cup a little.. I was bored while the coffee was boiling so I drew a little jackal head. Hope you like it” you smiled a little nervous. His gaze and facial expression were hard to read but you swear that you saw his gaze soften and a faint smile showing itself on his face. 

“It’s.. very nice of you. I like it..” he said seriously with a little hint of softness in his voice. A soft smile showed on your lips while you typed in the amount that the guy would be paying, He paid with his card like always and couldn’t help but stare at you for a while. You were so beautiful in his eyes and no one had ever been so nice toward him. Well if he thought about it some more it was your job to be nice as a cashier at a cafe, but why did it feel different with you?

“May I ask what your name is?” you suddenly asked without even thinking. He stared at you in silence, making the hair on your neck rise. Shivers ran down your spine and you soon regretted asking him about his name. The silence started becoming very suffocating, so you cleared your throat and handed him the receipt. 

“Nevermind.. I apologize for asking. I hope you have a good da-” 

“My name is Cyno” was all he said before he turned around and walked out of the cafe. His facial expression never changed once and you were left surprised behind the cash register.

You remembered what Deyha told you about asking Candace. She hadn’t called yet so it must mean that Candace couldn’t match the description with someone, but it didn’t matter anymore. Cyno could just be someone you saw in the city sometime or at a party. Though he did not look like someone who would be hanging around at parties… 

You would never admit it yourself but you had grown to like this serious and stoic man walking in and out every morning, ordering the most complicated coffee order you have heard. Somehow after he told his name, your morning greetings have gone from awkward “Hello” or “Good morning” to Cyno coming in and enlightening you with a joke or two while you made his coffee. Some were so bad that you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry. He also came up with this lame nickname for you and he would always use it if you were alone in the shop. 

“Coffee bean..” you thought to yourself as you made a coffee for another customer. You looked out through the window and saw many students head towards the school as another day of tiring classes slowly approached. Cyno didn’t come to the shop yet which was a bit strange from your side but it was not like you cared or worried about him, right?

You stood by the coffee machine and fixed Cyno's order as usual when the doorbell suddenly rang. A smile formed on your face since you knew who came this early but when your gaze met a pair of unfamiliar eyes, your smile disappeared. 

In front of you stood two men with black masks over their faces. They walked to the cash register and forced you to put money in the bag. You refused the request since the money was important for the shop. It's impossible to tell from where you got the courage to stand up for yourself, but you did. 

It was a bad idea though.. because one of the guys jumped over to your side and bend you over the counter while the other opened the cash register and took money. You struggled to get out of the guy's grip, making him grin. He was so strong for no reason at all.

"Stop struggling or I'll have to use force and hurt you. You don't want your pretty face to be ruined now do you?" he said before shoving your face down. You winced a little in pain as your head hit the hard counter.

"Please don't do this.." you begged repeatedly. Like the universe heard your pleas for help the other guy dragged his companion off you and told him to search the shop for anything of worth. You stood up in shock and watched them look for things that were worth something.

After searching, the thieves found nothing more and decided to run away from there. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you looked down at your shaking hands. You got a headache and lifted your hand to your head only to be met with slight pain and blood on your hand. This wasn't good..

Soon you heard the doorbell again and someone walked in. You didn't bother to see who it was until you heard the person halt and gasp a little. Before you could blink you heard your name being called, making you look up in shock. You recognized the voice immediately and just when you were about to call out for him, he appeared in front of you.

Cyno stared at you with widened eyes as he saw your bruise and teary eyes. Without thinking he walked to the counter and climbed over to your side, holding your body close to his. His arms embraced you perfectly and with the right amount of pressure to make you melt into him and cry into his neck.

He was sure that you could hear his fast heartbeats but he didn't care. All that mattered to him was that you were alright and he was there with you. "You're okay now.." he whispered in your ear, trying to calm you down. All you could do was standing there crying while he held you in his arms. He caressed your hair and continued down to your back in a soothing way. 

Sometimes you felt him plant soft kisses on your head which made you blush but you made sure not to let Cyno see it. Maybe love wasn’t as bad as you thought…

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This was meant to be out on Valentine's day but I couldn't finish it because of school. Hope you enjoy it either way <3 ^^

Like, Reblog and comments are much appriciated!

Also tell me if you would like a part two ^^!

[purrincess-chat]

Some people say that Adrienette breakup is the only way we can get Ladrien.

Listen, I am a Ladrien bitch, but I don't actually think we NEED Ladrien to get together. I think that ship has sailed. (Literally)

Look, is playing with the different sides fun? Yes. Would it have been fun to see each side have its time to shine? Absolutely. My issue with breakups and get back togethers at this point is the way they've set Adrinette up throughout s5. Well, since s1 really, but s5 especially.

We have been waiting literal, actual YEARS for these two to do something. The requited love in s5 was years in the making. If they wanted to play with the Ladrien romantic potential, they should have done it within that time. Doing it now is just like ehh, okay? At this point, it would be doing it just to say they did it, and I am a Ladrien stan. Am I annoyed with the lost potential of that side? 100% yes. But I just don't see it being viable romantically after s5 without some kind of reveal happening. Believe me, I want Ladrien hugs and kisses more than anyone, but Adrinette fought way too damn hard in s5 just to be together. Doing away with them is just kind of like okay? Then what was the point?

And miss me with the argument that shows do it all the time because for me, if a couple breaks up and gets back together all the time, that's not healthy. That does not demonstrate to me that the couple has healthy coping mechanisms, and if they get together again, what guarantee do I have that it will stick? I don't root for those couples. A majority of my favorite fictional couples are couples who get together and work to stay together. Leslie/Ben from Parks and Rec (and yes, I know they technically broke up for a short time but it was a very specific and believable circumstance. I'm talking about the several seasons they were together without breaking up after that), Jake/Amy from Brooklyn 99, Sakura/Syaoran from Cardcaptor Sakura. All of those couples have gotten together and had plenty of story after getting together where they grew in meaningful ways, and their relationship wasn't boring or a detriment to that. It made their romance more satisfying to see them go through things together (or even separately) and stay together. That's real love.

There are plenty of meaningful ways they can grow as characters while being in a relationship. We saw that throughout s5 with how hard they worked to figure their relationship out and make it work, and that's why I'm rooting for them. They worked for that shit, and I think they deserve it. They deserve to just be happy and in love. They can still continue to grow separately as characters and within the bonds of their relationship. Them being together doesn't automatically mean their development has stopped and won't continue. They don't need to breakup to continue to be interesting. To me, continuing the will-they-wont-they with more breakups and get back togethers would be boring. We've had plenty of wondering if/when/how they will get together. They are together now. I am personally now more interested in how they continue to grow together. How the other sides are different now that they are together. How the dynamics will shift and progress them further leading to an eventual reveal. That's what interests me about future seasons.

Idk, I find it really, really weird that we were begging for something to happen with the love square for years. We begged for them to get together, and now that they are finally together people are begging for them to break up. And for why? A lot of people never even tried to enjoy it. It's weird to me, nonny, and I think it's just a testament of the toxicity of parts of this fandom. I love, love, love Ladrien. I don't think they need an episode to be together romantically at this point. They should have done it a long time ago. I personally want to see them interact with a new dynamic at this point. We can still get Ladrien, it just won't be like what it was, and that's fine. It's fine for all of the sides to adopt new dynamics now that one side is dating. I would actually hope that would happen.

Cause let's be real, Ladybug still having mad heart eyes for her bf but having to pretend he's just another normal citizen who she definitely isn't going to makeout with later? Adrien still sweating bc m'lady pls I'm begging let me go so I can transform and help you?

At this point, some people should just stick to fanfic. 🤷‍♀️

[intrikatie]

Things I can't stop thinking about after Heartstopper season 2.

"I'm bi, actually." I know my bi brethren and babes can relate.

Nick realising he CAN openly be Charlie's boyfriend in their friend group. Stunning for its simplicity. Like, "hang on, they all know we're dating. Imma kiss him goodbye."

Tao opening up to Nick. At the start Tao was his usual, "it's none of your business etc." Taoness. And the moment Nick asks him about Elle in the hotel room he automatically answers "fine" but then, sits up and actually talks about how he feels and we see him relax in Nicks company. It's so precious and such a core memory moment. And Nick telling him he's a good looking guy... I mean 🤌

"They're idiots for assuming you were straight." A straight up FU to Kit's trolls. Who, FYI, are not welcome here.

Nick talking to Elle about just feeling.

Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.Tori.

Nick opening up to Tao about his worries for Charlie. And Tao taking an interest.This is such a core moment. Their combined love for Charlie means that they can only really talk to each other about him, knowing the other will understand. This was such a small scene but we learned SO much. Why Tao fears being abandoned. How scared Nick is about Charlie's mental health. And Nicks visible shock that Charlie hasn't told Tao about how bad the bullying was. These two...

Sarah my Queen! Telling Douchebag David to stop swearing and allowing Nick to swear because Nick. Had. Every. Right. Telling Stéphane that he had no right to comment on their boys as he wasn't around to parent them. Calling Charlie a good boy/sweetheart. (The scene on the eiffel tower when Charlie knows Sarah will like their selfie).

Ben's smile, remembering his first kiss with Charlie. How for him, it was a nice memory... (I have a lot to say on this... but not now.)

Isaac hearing about AroAce and getting his own Heartstopper moment. The way (THE NICEST BOY IN THE UNIVERSE) straight up told the gang to shut up speculating about his romantic life. The way he hugged that book like "this is mine bitches" and got a second Heartstopper moment.

The platonic padlock Hooray for representing platonic love!

Charlie sticking up for Nick we finally got to see his Slytherin side. Telling the Garbage King Harry to "Piss Off". Saying "No" to Harry's homo FOMO. Telling Ben that he hopes he will become a better person but he didn't want to be there to see it happen.

Tao and Elle. How adorable were ALL their scenes? Tao trying to make himself "better" for Elle, Elle being annoyed by him changing. Tao being supportive of her choice to go to Lambert. TAO'S HAIR!

Garbage King Harry speaking up for Imogen and Nick and Charlie...not brilliantly, but he spoke. If we don't see him in a skirt in Season 3 they better announce season 4 or a feature "Nick and Charlie" film.

Imogen being adorably clueless about life in general. Trying to be an ally but still making assumptions about others sexuality. Hugging Nick, because he didn't want to date her because he simply did not fancy her and not knowing how else to react. Sticking up for herself! Recognising that she deserves better! Asking the boys for a hug and telling them how lovely their friend group is and seeking them out to hang out with.

Darcy just....I mean... 🥺 I left home early too. Eventhough I had places I could go, admitting to your friends why you need a place....ouch. This hit home. The lives we project through social media, to our friends vs. the ones we live. The I love you! I LOVE YOU!

Christian, Otis and Sai, (mainly Christian). What a goofball. Loved how he said "we know you're really good mates." And Otis and Sai just closed their eyes at his stupidity. We all have that one friend who makes us cringe like that. Personally, I think he and Imogen would be super cute together. We just need Darcy to take one look at them and leave her to do the rest.

The teachers Mr Farouk's QUIET and iconic Londonisms like calling Ben "rude boy". Mr Ajayi and Coach Singh giggling like school girls. Coach Singh giving Nick some "been there done that" relationship advice. Turning her head away to stop giggling after she suggests they leave the kissing out of team practice. I love that Charlie has Ajayi and Nick has Singh. I want a Farouk fist bump.

Nick and Charlie's final bedroom scene. I will keep saying it. You cannot imagine how much this means to me. As someone who has been where Charlie has been. Nick's willingness to discuss it, to listen, with fear but without judgement. His pleading to Char to promise to tell him if he ever feels that bad again. Holy. Shit. This scene touched (and healed) something deep in my soul. The acting in this scene was just incredible. I really wish 17 yo me had heard Nick.

Nick saying "I..." then changing the sentence kind of humorous that he gets so comfortable with saying "I'm bi, actually." But can't finish the other three word sentence. "I....I really care about you." "I love your hair. I love your eyes. I love......" can't wait for Season 3 Shower Scene.

[claudia1829things]

"LOST" Retrospect: Issues with (6.12) "Everybody Loves Hugo"

"LOST" RETROSPECT: ISSUES WITH (6.12) "EVERYBODY LOVES HUGO" I just finished a re-watch of the "LOST" Season Six episode, (6.12) "Everybody Loves Hugh". Needless to say . . . I found myself feeling pissed.

There were a few aspects of "Everybody Loves Hugo" that left me scratching my head or feeling slightly annoyed. One, the episode had Jack Shephard claiming responsibility for Juliet Burke’s death. As I had explained in another article, I do not accept this. I believe three people were mainly responsible - Juliet herself, Sayid Jarrah (because he had failed to ensure that the bomb would automatically go off) and especially DHARMA scientist Dr. Stuart Radzinsky. Mind you, I like Season Six. But one of my main frustrations was this narrative that Jack was responsible for Juliet’s death. James "Sawyer" Ford had initially accused Jack. Yet, fans had failed to pay attention to what really happened in the last few Season Five episodes. Come to think of it, so did the Season Six writers and showrunners Carlton Cuse and Damon Lindelof. No one one had seemed to realize that Sawyer had wrongly accused Jack, because he had needed a scapegoat for his pain. Another aspect of "Everybody Loves Hugo" was Hugo "Hurley" Reyes' decision to use the dynamite from the stranded Black Rock slave ship and destroy the Ajira 316 plane on Hydra Island. Why? To prevent the show's main antagonist, the Man in Black, from leaving the island and endangering the world. Fortunately, the ghost of the late Oceanic survivor Michael Dawson managed to convince Hurley to drop this plan, claiming this act would cause the deaths of many on the island. Unfortunately, former members of the Others - Richard Alpert and Ben Linus, along with Miles Straume and Ilana Verdansky had all insisted upon going ahead with Hurley's original plan. And in the process, Illana accidentally killed herself by mishandling the dynamite. However, instead of using dynamite to destroy the Ajira plane, Hurley decided to lead other Losties - including Jack Shephard and Sun Kwon - to the Man in Black or "fake Locke". Why? Thirteen years have passed since this episode first aired. And to this day, I have no idea why Hurley had made this decision. The episodes writers, along with Lindelof and Cuse have never explained this decision. Or have they? Another aspect of this episode that annoyed me was this second attempt to build up Hurley’s potential romance with the late Oceanic survivor, Libby Smith. How can I put this? I had failed to buy their Season Two romance before Michael had killed her and Ana-Lucia Cortez in (2.20) "Two for the Road". After watching their interactions in this episode's flash forwards, I still cannot see the magic between the pair. What can I say? Jorge Garcia and Cynthia Watros had lacked any screen chemistry whatsoever. Garcia had better chemistry with an actress Marguerite Moreau, who had portrayed Starla, a young woman Hurley had been interested in before leaving Los Angeles in 2004. Also, Hurley and Libby's "romance" barely had a chance to start before her death. I simply could never buy it. But the one incident that really pissed me off in "Everybody Loves Hugo". As I had pointed out earlier, Michael's ghost appeared before Hurley to prevent him from continuing with the plan to blow up the Ajira plan in order to prevent the Man in Black from escaping the island. Michael also informed Hurley that he was a Whisperer - one of the island's ghosts, incapable of moving on. In Michael's case, he was incapable of moving on, because of his killing of Libby and Ana-Lucia. What really annoyed me was Michael’s fate, thanks to the series' showrunners. Why did Michael turn out to be the only one of the Oceanic 815 passengers who became a ghost on that damn island? Why him? Because he had killed Ana-Lucia and Libby? Michael was not the only Oceanic castaway who had committed murder or attempted murder. Nor was he the only castaway who had wronged another castaway. For example: *John Locke had committed a series of acts to prevent his fellow castaways from leaving the island - knocking out Sayid in order to prevent the latter from using a transmitter to get help; blowing up the Others' submarine and most importantly, killing Naomi Dorrit by throwing a machete into her back in order to prevent her from contacting her fellow passengers aboard the Kahuna freighter. Locke had also lied about the circumstances around the doomed Boone Carlyle's injuries, leading Jack to utilize the wrong treatment. *Kate Austen had murdered her biological father, Wayne Jensen, in cold blood after discovering that he was her real father. Kate had claimed she killed him to protect her mother from his abusive behavior and many fans still believe her to this day. But Kate had admitted in the Season Two episode, (2.09) "What Kate Did" that she had murdered him because she could not stand the idea of being related to him. She was having an identity crisis. She had planned a bank robbery that endangered the lives of some people in order to obtain a toy that once belonged to her first love. Kate had BETRAYED Claire Littleon and the Littleton family by pretending to be Aaron Littleton’s mother for selfish reasons. She kept Aaron from his grandmother Carole Littleton for nearly three years. Kate was a child KIDNAPPER. Other castaways who had escaped from the island in the Season Four finale - Jack, Hurley, Sun, Sayid, Frank Lapidus and Desmond Hume had either supported her lies or kept silent. *Jack had tried to murder Locke in the Season Four premiere. He was pissed at the latter for killing Naomi and possibly sabotaging their chances of getting off the island. He had never apologized for the murder attempt. Jack had also supported Sayid's torture of Sawyer in the Season One episode, (1.08) "Confidence Man". Both had erroneously believed that Sawyer had stolen Shannon Rutherford's inhaler without any real evidence to back them. For me, Jack's worst act was supporting Kate's lie about being Aaron Littleton's mother. During the three years off island, he had flipped flopped between keeping his distance from her out of guilt and supporting her lie. But Jack never really made a strong stance on the issue. I take that back. He did. In the end, he tried to help Kate keep Aaron and ensure she would not pay any legal price for the lie. *Sayid Jarrah had murdered a fellow Iraqi soldier in order to help the woman he had recently fallen in love with, Nadia Jazeem, escape from prison and possible execution. He had tortured Sawyer for Shannon's inhalers. But his real reason for torturing Sawyer was that he believed the latter was responsible for knocking him out and destroying the plane's transmitter. He tried to kill Ana-Lucia, who had accidently killed Shannon, believing the latter was an Other. While questioning a captured Ben in (2.14) "One of Them", he nearly killed the latter. Following Nadia's death in Los Angeles, Sayid had agreed to help Ben kill of many of Charles Widmore's men, because he believed the latter was responsible for Nadia's death. Many claimed Ben had manipulated Sayid into becoming his hitman, but Sayid was eager to do so anyway. While in 1977, Sayid tried to murder the twelve-to-thirteen-year-old Ben in order to change history. *Shannon Rutherford tried to murder John Locke for his lies regarding her stepbrother Boone Carlyle’s injuries in late Season One. She had never apologized for her murder attempt. Locke had initially apologized for lying about Boone’s injuries. However, he changed his mind and claimed that the island had demanded Boone’s death as a sacrifice . . . as if that was an excuse. *James "Sawyer" Ford had murdered three people in the space of three months, due to his penchant for resorting to violence to satisfy his anger. He murdered Frank Duckett because he thought the latter was the con man who had cheated his parents out of their money. When he finally met the actual con man, Anthony Cooper (who was Locke’s dad) on the island, Sawyer strangled him to death. Cooper was never really responsible for his parents’ deaths. Sawyer’s father had murdered his mother for her adultery and committed suicide rather than deal with rebuilding his life. Sawyer had murdered one of the Others, Tom Friendly in the Season Three finale, (3.23) "Through the Looking Glass, Part II", claiming he did it in retaliation for Walt Lloyd's kidnapping. But Sawyer had stopped caring about Walt by early Season Two. His real reason for murdering Tom was in retaliation for getting shot on Michael's raft, when the Others took Walt. But Tom had never shot Saywer. One of the Others with Tom had beat Sawyer to the draw and shot the latter in the shoulder, when Sawyer reached for his gun. However, Sawyer solely blamed Tom for what happened on the raft . . . even after he had learned that Ben Linus was Tom’s leader and had ordered Walt Lloyd’s kidnapping. Other castaways and island occupants like Charlie Pace, Ben Linus, Juliet Burke and Ana-Lucia had committed crimes or attempted to commit crimes. Yet, Michael was the only one fated to become a Whisperer on the island because "he could not move on". He could not forgive himself for his actions. Many other major characters had no problems with forgiving themselves or avoiding any kind of remorse. Yet, Michael was the only major character to suffer, despite his remorse. What a fucking joke! I suspect that racism was the real reason why Michael became doomed to be a ghost on that island. I believe that racism had negatively affected the series fans' attitude toward Michael. After learning about Maureen Ryan's book, "Burn It Down: Power, Complicity and a Call For Change in Hollywood", I wonder if Lindelof and Cuse had planned this for Michael after Season Two. Even to this day, many fans - including a lot of YOU TUBE influencers - made excuse after excuse for the crimes of characters like Sawyer and Kate. None of them have ever even bothered to discuss the crimes of the show's other characters - including Jack, Locke and Sayid. But many fans were not only quick to condemn Michael for his crimes in late Season Two, but also condemn him for not being a "perfect father" to Walt. I found the latter condemnation ridiculous, considering that Michael had very little experience as a father around the time of Oceanic 815’s crash. Like many other characters on "LOST", Michael Dawson was very complicated. And I suspect that was a big problem for a lot of the show's fans. Michael was never comic relief like Hurley. Nor was he a bad ass like Mr. Eko or Sayid. He was a complex, ordinary man with his own set of problems. Nor did he automatically turn to Jack or Locke to lead him. He certainly did not turn to them to help him rescue Walt from the Others. Considering that the Oceanic survivors never made any real effort to help him find Walt, except for one irrelevant move by Jack in (2.19) "S.O.S.", I am not surprised. In the end, Michael’s real crime was that he had failed to live up the fans’ expectations on what a non-white male character (especially an African-American) should have been. This disappointment of Michael not adhering to the expected trope of a non-white male character may have led to many fans disliking him. Either Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse had dumped this shitty fate on Michael Dawson in "Everybody Loves Hugo" in attempt to kiss the fandom's collective asses. Or they had allowed their own feelings about the character, actor Harold Perrineau or any alleged racism on their parts to do so.

[abucketofweird]

Heartstopper Live Reaction: Ep. 7 Sorry

Ep 7: Sorry

- THE FOKELORE POSTER IN TARA’S ROOM

- Ben just leave him alone jeez

- Awww Elle’s gonna get to be in here and queer for her art

- Tao’s mom is so adorable

- The angst is gonna kill me

- FAMILIES TOGETHER IK HOW THIS GOES ITS GONNA BE BADDDD

- yesss nicks mom get David’s ass

- I’m definitely sad Charlie and Tori’s little brother isn’t in the show

- But I get why with time

- Oh bby Darcy I’m so sorry your home life is shit it seems

- The automatic assumption abt a kiss it’s rough

- I don’t think Darcy is going to be comfortable in a suit with her family probably being homophobic

- DARCY IN THE CROCS I CANT

- everyone lending her money is so sweet

- Oh Issac thank you for representing how it feels to be aroace

- NOTHING IS WRONG WITH U BBY

- NOT THE RIGHT PERSON LINE THATS NOT WHAT U SAY

- I’ve been crying since the last so with Issac

- Issac honey I understand completely

- Expect a whole Issac post once I get emotionally ready to talk abt it

- That realization is so real I can’t

- he’s figuring out that other people feel the same way

- Oh Imogen u were so close but ur the token straight (maybe)

- Her art is def going to be abt Tao

- JESUS BEN GO THE FUCK AWAY YOU ARE SO CREEPY

- at least he apologized a little

- I still hate him

- YAY NO MORE BEN

- being messed up doesn’t give u the permission to be an ass and treat ppl horribly

- YESSS CHARLIE YOU ARE AMAZING

- AGAIN CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT

- YOU NEVER HAVE TO FORGIVE SOMEONE

- SORRY DOENT MAKE IT UP

- thank god his “redemption” we were scared of didn’t happen

- The little ocean bit was such a good addition

- Here comes the shit show

- Nick doesn’t owe him anything that’s right Sarah

- Tori is so annoyed with David I love it

- YES TORI I LOVE YOU

- Awww Nick you deserve to be honest

- SARAH IS A QUEEN I LOVE YOU OLIVIA COLMEN

- show don’t tell your actions are more than words

- I like that they showed David not being important to his dad too

- At least dad is being nice abt the bi thing

- GET HIM TORI

- Oh Darcy you deserve so much better

- the angst was real

This episode is probably the most angsty one this season! So much happened that was amazingly great and sad!! The words aromantic asexual were actually spoken on a tv show with millions of viewers!!!! That really got me and how he felt abt the discovery was so relatable!!! Issac had such a similar experience with his identity that I had so it’s really great for me to see that!!! The whole dinner scene was amazingly done!!! Nick was amazing and his father needed to hear them!!! He isn’t a dad and he can’t judge Nick!!! Tori was just THE BEST!!! And Darcy’s home life is finally being revealed!!!

100/10

[chernayawidow]

WOOHOOO LETS GOOOO!!!

“What the fuck is wrong with this cocksucking coffee maker?” — Starting off strong with Ben’s profanity, I see 💪

“Relaxed and slow until he’d had his coffee and started his routine, with his newspaper at his favorite lounge chair, then breakfast in the kitchen with you.” — Ben really does act his age, and it never fails to amuse me 😂

“However, after eating the first couple of pancakes in silence, he pushed away from his plate and leaned back in his seat.” — Boy you better not be wasting those perfectly good pancakes 💀

“You sighed. A tick of annoyance at your brow.” — I’m a little ashamed to admit that I would traditionally skip straight to pettiness at this point… Pookie is legit sooo much stronger then me if she’s only getting a smidge bit annoyed.

““I’ve got things to do,” he said. And without looking at you, he grabbed his half-full plate and got up to bring it over by the sink.” — Oh hell nah, Benny babe, I know you come from the generation of emotionally repressed assholes who speak in grunts, but traditionally people give actual REASONS for cancelled plans. But idk maybe that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

“Now, if he really wanted to impress you, he'd wash that damn dish.” — I suppose it really is just baby steps with this one 😂

“He frowned angrily down at you. “We’re not going because I fucking said so. That’s all you need to know.”” — OH HELLLLLLL NAH!!! I’d spitefully make plans to go out with a friend at this point!

“You raised a brow. “That’s not good enough with me, and you know it. But if that’s how you’re going to be about it, I’ll call Annie and make it a girls’ day.”” — AHAHAHAH YESSS!! She’s speaking my language of ✨spite✨

““You’re not going any-damn-where,” he snapped.” — Did he… did he forget who exactly his girl is? Does he really think she’s just gonna roll over because he said so? BITCH PLEASE!

““You need to take Compound V,” he said.” — Ahhhh and here we go again, now now Benjamin, we’ve been over this!

“Admitting to that was like admitting that his uniform was a lie; that he had no fear. That he was invulnerable. That he was a god in human form.” — I love the way you’ve phrased this. It’s so beautiful and poetic, and so very fitting for Ben as a character 🫶

“But you had become the last human part of him. To lose that would be to lose everything again, worse than 1984.” — And this part too, it really does encapsulate how far he’s come since they first met and how deeply he’s come to rely on her. She’s his life and the person he wants a future with, so the steaks are higher than they ever were in 1984.

““I thought you didn’t mind a few wrinkles,” you teased.” — THIS MADE ME WHEEZE OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE HER 🤣 that’s gotta be such a comforting aspect of Ben though, knowing that he won’t leave her for someone younger when she gets older.

““I like the idea of a private room,” you said.” — You naughty naughty… 😏

This is a nice conclusion to the first part, I really love seeing the way that Ben coped with witnessing MC’s mortality (albeit it was a dream). And I love how one of his automatic remedies for the nightmare, other then trying to essentially ground her, was to turn back to the Compound V conversation. The nightmare really would’ve called to mind so many worries that he would’ve already had in the back of his head. My heart ached at the doubts that we’re going through his mind, but I always love it when you highlight the emotional stakes in their relationship.

Talk to Me

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Summary: Ben had a vivid nightmare last night. You know how he is about his “man feelings.” But you try to get him to open up anyway, before you both lose your tempers.

AN: This was requested by my lovely friend @deans-spinster-witch. It's set in the Break Me Down-verse and is a sequel to the SB imagine below:

See this imagine for context: Ben loses you.

Word Count: 1,600 Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Imagine: You confront Ben about his fears.

“What the fuck is wrong with this cocksucking coffee maker?” Ben snarked.

He bumped the top of it with his hand, so hard you thought he was going to break it.

Your brows furrowed as you shot him a look. It was too early for all that.

“Nothing?” you said. “Worked just fine for me.”

He sported an even grumpier face as the coffee finally poured into his mug.

Something’s wrong, you thought.

Ben was usually quiet in the morning. Relaxed and slow until he’d had his coffee and started his routine, with his newspaper at his favorite lounge chair, then breakfast in the kitchen with you.

You were making pancakes on a griddle, but you were also watching your boyfriend. He wasn’t just quiet. He was downright grouchy and taciturn.

What crawled up his ass? you thought. Though you had your suspicions...

“Breakfast is done,” you called to him.

He eventually joined you, sitting down at the breakfast bar. You served him a mildly enormous stack, and just two pancakes for yourself. In most respects, Ben was still a bottomless pit.

However, after eating the first couple of pancakes in silence, he pushed away from his plate and leaned back in his seat. You held your coffee mug between both hands and eyed him.

“You okay, baby?” you asked, repeating the very words you’d asked him last night.

He glanced at you through surly brows. “Yeah. You can stop asking me that.”

Right, you thought. He’d been twitching in his sleep, muttering, making sounds that had worried you enough to wake him with a gentle hand on his dewy arm. His response had worried you too—that haze of disoriented shock, followed by relief when he recognized your face.

You’d comforted him the best you could after his nightmare, but he hadn’t wanted to talk about it. You knew he wouldn’t now, either. That didn’t stop you from trying.

You set down your mug and soothed a hand up his arm, until your fingers disappeared under his shirt sleeve.

“What’s got you all sunshine and rainbows then, Mr. Grouch?” you lightly teased. “I even made you pancakes. Still waiting on my thank you.”

Ben didn’t want to answer, though he briefly glanced at you. He slurped at his coffee.

You sighed. A tick of annoyance at your brow.

“Okay," you said. "Well, since we had breakfast here, I figured we could go out for lunch later when we get to the city. There’s this amazing deli I could take you to—”

“We’re not going,” Ben said.

You blinked in surprise. Your hand fell away from his shoulder. “What?”

“I’ve got things to do,” he said. And without looking at you, he grabbed his half-full plate and got up to bring it over by the sink. He speared a few pancakes back onto the plate you’d served them up in before dumping his plate into the sink.

At least he was learning something about living with you. Now, if he really wanted to impress you, he'd wash that damn dish.

But for now, you wanted answers more than you wanted clean plates. You slowly got up out of your chair and went to him. You tried your best not to be accusatory when you asked your next questions.

“What do you mean? What do you have to do?”

He didn’t seem to want to answer you. Or maybe, he didn’t have a good answer, because he was fucking lying.

You laid a hand on his arm. “Ben. I need you to talk to me right now, because this is our first day off together in weeks. You know this was supposed to be our day. So you’d better have a damn good reason.”

He frowned angrily down at you. “We’re not going because I fucking said so. That’s all you need to know.”

You glared back at him, standing your ground.

You raised a brow. “That’s not good enough with me, and you know it. But if that’s how you’re going to be about it, I’ll call Annie and make it a girls’ day.”

You turned on your heel to walk away, but an iron hand grabbed your wrist. Holding back a wince, you frowned at Ben over your shoulder. His face was tight with irritation.

“You’re not going any-damn-where,” he snapped.

“You better let me go, right now,” your temper snapped right back.

This man was protective, but he had never been this bad. Not even after you got out of the hospital after Vought Tower collapsed. Granted, you’d been fully healed. He’d never outright tried to forbid you from leaving the house though.  

“What the hell is your problem?” you said.

He didn’t want to let you go, but after a beat, he released you. His frown deepened when you had to rub the ache out of your wrist.

He hadn’t meant to grip you that hard. Part of him relented…but then it firmed back up, when he remembered last night. The images were still filtering through his mind on a loop.

The alley, the blood slipping through his fingers, your pale, cold cheek, and lifeless eyes staring up at him.

“There’s something we need to discuss,” he said gruffly.

You tilted your head at him. Your face was tight and angry now, but you still followed him into the living room. You sat down together on the couch, and with crossed arms, you waited for him to speak.

His elbow rested on his knee while his hand swept over his mouth and beard. Then his gaze slid over to yours.

“You need to take Compound V,” he said.

To say that shocked you was an understatement. Your eyes widened, and your body went rigid.

“Excuse me?” you said lowly.

“There’s no way around it,” he said. Grit was laced in his voice, but you didn’t care.

“I’ve made myself very clear—”

“And you also said we’d revisit this little chat, so here we are,” Ben retorted. “You need to live in fucking reality. I can’t be with you 24/7. I don’t trust those CIA fucks to wipe their own ass, let alone keep an eye on you. Especially when I’m in the field.”

You just managed to lasso in your temper when you finally realized where this was coming from. You inhaled a couple of calming breaths. Your fingers tapped your knees. You sat up straighter before you turned to him more fully.

Your hand reached out to cover his on his thigh.

“Ben,” you started. Soft and even. “What did you dream last night?”

His face tightened further, his lips pressed into a line. It took him a moment, but eventually he answered.

“Nothing. Doesn’t fucking matter.”

“We both know that it does,” you chided.

When he just maintained his stoic façade, you slid closer to him on the couch. You curled a hand around his bicep and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

You looked up at him.

He didn’t want to break.

You just waited until the green of his eyes met yours.

“Hey. It’s just me,” you said softly. “Talk to me.”

His brows knit together, slightly. His jaw clenched and twitched under his skin.

“I lost you,” he said.

Admitting to that was like admitting that his uniform was a lie; that he had no fear. That he was invulnerable. That he was a god in human form.

But you had become the last human part of him. To lose that would be to lose everything again, worse than 1984.

Somehow, you’d become his reason…for most things. He didn’t think you realized it, nor would he allow himself to tell you.

His eyes closed when you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You let your fingers sift through his hair, brushing it back and away from his forehead.

“Do you know why I want to stay normal?” you asked. "Albeit fragile and breakable."

He didn’t answer, but his eyes silently asked for one.

“Because I want to stay myself,” you said. “Power corrupts, and there’s a big chance I wouldn’t be the woman you loved anymore if I injected that shit into my veins.”

Ben frowned. He hadn’t considered that…but he still felt it was a price worth paying.

You moved off the couch and into his lap. He welcomed you with an arm curling around your waist and another moving up your thigh.

Your arms twined around his neck, and you kissed him properly, nice and slow. He tasted like coffee and maple syrup. His hair was soft between your curling fingers.

You parted from him after a while, just to press another comforting kiss to his temple.

“I know what I’m asking of you, and I’m sorry,” you whispered against his skin. “But we’ll figure something else out.”

“How?” he scoffed, his brows furrowing again. “In a few decades—”

“I thought you didn’t mind a few wrinkles,” you teased.

A smirk flickered across his lips. “You know what the fuck I mean.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But we have time. I promise, we’ll figure this out.”

Ben didn’t totally believe you. There was going to come a time where you were going to have to make a choice: between him and your principles.

It wasn’t fair, but that was the reality. Life wasn’t fucking fair.

Until then, maybe he could make one concession.

“If you want…” he said. You leaned back enough to see his face.

He met your gaze. “We can go to dinner later. In the city.”

A slow smile spread across your face.

“But we’re getting a private room,” he warned, squeezing your hips. “And we’re driving there and back. That’s it.”

Your smile warmed further, and kissed the corner of his mouth. You were sure you could convince him to go a Broadway show afterwards, if you plied him in a few key ways...

“I like the idea of a private room,” you said.

His fingers crept up your pajama pants, drifting down between your thighs. His thumb started to stroke warmth through your panties. It had you smiling, sighing, subtly pressing into his hand.

His smirk deepened.

“You do, don’t you?” he said.

You let out a breathy laugh at the change in him. It didn’t take much to get him worked up. So you hugged him close and spoke into his ear all the things you had planned for him tonight.

Before, and after dinner.

AN: Lol I love writing this lovable asshole. 💚 Especially in the BMD-verse.

I have more Dean imagines coming soon! Including a requested sequel to "You are Dean's one exception," in which Sam "crosses the line"... 🫣

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[ileftherbackhome]

something i heard going around a lot is "well depp was being abused, of course he wanted to hurt amber" as a way to excuse his behavior and bringing up parental abuse etc when trying to excuse the damning text messages.

first of all, abuse between two grown adults have a different reaction cycle than abuse between a parent and a child. the dynamics are NOT comparable because in order to manipulate someone into giving you total control over them as an adult, the process just... looks different.

children are built with an automatic deferral to their parents and love for their parents.

if ur in a relationship where ur constantly talking about how much u want to rape and kill them, ur the abuser. period.

secondly, i am not convinced abuse victims fantasize about raping and kill their partners. especially when the evidence points to the victims constantly minimizing the abuse they are experiencing because they are so in love with their partner they dont want to believe the worst of them.

it was so annoying and uneducated ignorant bullshit because when you are talking about kill and fucking burnt corpses while ur partner is crying to their mom about how much they love you and how they just want u to stop drinking because u get violent, you're not the one being victimized in that situation.

it was so fucking nasty and disgusting. this is one example of damning texts, we literally have proof of him admitting to overdrugging amber??????????????? and threatening her medical team to do what he wants or else they will be fired??????

like yall are so stupid and fall for ben shapiro bullshit and ruin a woman's life for what? a rapist.

gross.

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i think brandon perea really did something with how he portrayed angel because he was supposed to be this all-round likeable sunshine character right and we probably would've easily fallen for him right away whereas the first few times you see him he's sooo annoying he comes off as this weird mix of can't-be-arsed know-it-all cringey whiny little man but then you're just as easily drawn in by the fact that he automatically latches onto the siblings in a way that isn't just “oh these two are onto something let me in on the fame” but more like “you two are very interesting individuals and i want to be part of your little team. please let me in. also please don't die. i need you to be safe at all times” and you end up caring and rooting for him without even noticing the switch. it's so seamless. he IS a cringey whiny little man and a crypto bro and a little bit of a know-it-all but he's also so endearing he overshares with complete strangers acts like he's part of the family after setting up a few cameras and rambling about aliens he talks SO much and talks even more when he panics he makes sure the haywoods stay safe he lets them crash at his place borrow his clothes he helps them with jean jacket because he thinks it could help people he's smart and a complete idiot and clingy and i want to kiss him i'm so glad he survived and i find it amazing that by the end of the movie everyone is glad he survived brandon did such a good job with his characterisation!!!!!!! oh my god!!!! angel torres my beloved

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anyway everyone in the umbrella academy is like “oh no our ben was the best he was so gentle and kind and warm and he was the best of us and everybody loved him and he was such a good person” but i'm sure if umbrella ben met sparrow ben he'd leave him crying on the floor on their first conversation and sparrow ben would be so confused

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[nicknelsonhugs]

Cause We’re In Love

Here’s an excerpt of my latest Heartstopper one-shot. You can read the whole thing on A03 here!

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Theater 4, the 7:15p showing of Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness lets out, spilling a large group of patrons into the once empty lobby.

“I can’t BELIEVE that end credit scene! I mean, that’s going to change everything!!” Nick babbles, swinging Charlie’s hand as they exit the cinema.

Charlie snorts, endeared by his boyfriends excitement. “Which end credit scene? There were two!”

“There are always two!”

“Uhh, yes ! I know! I’ve seen enough Marvel movies to know that!”

“Yes, well, you’re welcome for that,” Nick teases, bumping shoulders with Charlie. “But seriously, that ending is wild. I wonder what that’s going to mean for Love & Thunder. I think-”

Nick continues his monologue, Charlie happily listening to his boyfriend (even though he has no idea what he’s talking about) as they exit the building, walking out onto the roof of the parking structure.

It’s dark and cold outside, close to midnight already. Large dark storm clouds are building in the distance, threatening to consume them any minute.

Automatically Charlie steps closer to Nick, seeking his warmth.

“I think we parked over there, yeah?” Nick asks, nodding his head towards the far end of the parking lot.

“Hmm,” Charlie hums in agreement.

“Oh, shit ,” Nick stops suddenly, dropping Charlie’s hand to riffle through his pockets, pulling them inside out one by one. “Shit, Shit! I think I dropped my phone in the cinema!”

“Oh. Oh no!”

“Just wait here. I’ll be right back, ok?” Nick jogs back to the cinema, leaving Charlie standing in the middle of the parking lot.

The temperature seems to drop the minute Nick leaves Charlie’s side. Crossing his arms over his chest, Charlie bounces on the balls of his feet trying to stay warm. The wind picks up, throwing leaves and debris around his feet.

Glancing around, Charlie notices he’s alone on the roof. Not a soul in sight despite the fact that their full theater had just let out.

A feeling of dread starts to build in the pit of his stomach. He wonders what’s taking Nick so long? Maybe he should go inside before it starts raining? But he doesn’t want Nick to come back outside to find him gone. He doesn’t have his phone so…what if he goes back inside only for Nick to come back outside, with still no phone, it could have been stolen by now, and then Nick would have to search for him. That would be so annoying for Nick.

Charlie bites his bottom lip, debating what he should do.

It shouldn’t be this hard. Making a simple decision like this shouldn’t be this agonizing.

But Charlie’s brain has always like this, agonizing over every stupid little detail like some tragic loser.

Charlie’s jumps, gasping.

“Some tragic loser with barely any friends." Charlie hears Ben’s word ring in his ears.

Oh.

Charlie looks around, taking in the dark empty parking lot. This is where it happened. This is where Ben said all of those horrible things to him.

“Who let bullies walk all over him.”

Charlie remembers how small and pathetic he felt.

Winding his arms tighter, Charlie squeezes his eyes shut, trying to fight the tears threatening to spill.

“Well, I believe you’re not going out with him. Cause no one would go out with someone as desperate as you.”

It’s then that the rain starts to fall. Charlie’s tears finally spill over, mixing with the rain running down his cheeks.

[socialseasons]

"If you're with us, you're invited." Perhaps it sounded conceited, maybe even a little fantastical, but it was true -- Being a Bridgerton gave you certain leeways in life, including being able to invite anybody to someone else's party and not have it be a problem. "But at least you know it'll be good champagne. It isn't like Charlotte to scrimp on anything of quality."

"Ironically, some people feel trapped because of them. I'm glad to hear your mother isn't one of those dreaded 'mom-agers'...as in, mom managers. Though I guess I'm not much better, because my mom picked out all my clothes until I was eleven."

With a light scoff, Francesca raised her drink slightly in a mock-toast, trying and failing to imagine her mother as Kris Jenner adjacent. "She can be a lot sometimes, but it isn't like she'd make us do anything we didn't want to -- Not like some parents in the industry," she pointed out. "You hear about these mothers that are essentially renting out their kids for clout and I just think... God, I'm so glad my mum actually cares about us as people and not just income."

For a second Francesca thought that maybe she'd crossed a line with the hard truth, but as she turned to look at Ben she found herself relaxing against the head of the couch. "What about your parents? Are they the stuffy type?"

"I accept your terms. And if you're really nice, I might even mail you a baguette -- mostly because I'd love to see how I could get that through the postal service."

That earned a laugh, bright and genuine, as she was met with the mental imagine of Ben shoving a baguette-sized parcel into a post-box. "Oh wow, lucky me," came the responding quip. "Most people would just get a fridge magnet or a little plastic Eiffel Tower. No, yours is much more practical."

The sudden knock at the door cut their conversation short, leading Francesca to automatically get up from her seated position. It wasn't until Ben gave her the order to stay that she even considered that it could be a threat, her brain fighting over whether to be annoyed at his caution or anxious that he was right.

The door opened to reveal the hotel clerk, and Francesca's heart rate slowed immensely as the so-called threat subsided. It was silly to get so caught up in it, really. What was this stalker going to do, pretend to be a pizza deliverer?

"I doubt its poisoned," she replied as Ben made his way back to the sofa, both of them settling back into their respective seats. Before he could offer a response, Francesca had picked up a slice, cheese oozing from the steaming box, and bit straight into it. "You worry far too much."

"A shame. I take it you won't be drinking at the party next weekend then? Not that there's much to drink at these things except champagne."

Ben blinked at that, his brow furrowing in surprise. "I'm invited?" he asked. "I know I'm expected to attend, of course -- I wouldn't be of much use to you cooped up in a hotel room -- but last time I checked, I wasn't on any sort of guest list. Still..." He chuckled, idly swirling his root beer. "I think my Yale days could put you all to shame. I mean, champagne? You might as well be drinking sparkling water...my late grandpa used to call it 'fairy pee.'"

"I have my family," Francesca deflected, "and I don't hate isolation. I just don't like feeling trapped, that's all."

Ben's smile faded a fraction. "Family is important," he agreed. "Ironically, some people feel trapped because of them. I'm glad to hear your mother isn't one of those dreaded 'mom-agers'...as in, mom managers. Though I guess I'm not much better, because my mom picked out all my clothes until I was eleven."

"Babysitting? You mean doing your job?"

She nudged his foot and he laughed, drawing a hand over his chest in mock offense. "I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure drinking root beer and ordering a pizza isn't part of my job description either."

"Don't let me stop you from going out and seeing the world," she said. "It was Anthony that hired you, not me."

"Now, as much as I complained about this gig, I don't actually want to get fired," Ben replied. "It'd ruin my oh-so-pristine record...if you discount a few minor slip-ups here and there."

An odd glint overcame Francesca's eyes, and then she said, "Fine, if you manage to keep me safe while you're employed here, I'll book you a trip to France."

"If?" he echoed, scoffing. "Well! I'm glad to see your faith in me is unmatched. Still..." He shrugged, tilting his drink in a mock salute. "I accept your terms. And if you're really nice, I might even mail you a baguette -- mostly because I'd love to see how I could get that through the postal service."

Francesca hummed. "I'll give you 'spoiled', but I'm hardly a kid," she warned. "You're on thin ice, Benjamin -- Any other thoughts that you want to get out there?"

"Okay, so lizard person you can laugh off, but kid is where you draw the line? You Bridgertons have some strange limits," he teased. "Even so, I also have limits, and that includes getting fired on my first day...so no, to err on the side of caution, I don't think I'll air out any more thoughts."

A knock came at the door then, and he arched a brow. "Guess your 'hopefully anchovy-less' pizza just arrived...seeing how this is my first test in protecting you, stay right here. I'll make sure it's just the concierge."

Despite his teasing, Ben truly was serious as he rose and headed for the door. With his hand poised near his firearm, should he need it, he squinted through the peephole, then determined that it was, indeed, the hotel clerk from downstairs. Maintaining caution, he opened the door a crack, then accepted the pizza box before practically slamming the door closed again.

"You can never be too careful," Ben explained, shrugging. Returning to Francesca's side, he quipped, "Case and point: the pizza might be poisoned, so I think I'd better be the one to sample each individual slice."

[stylesberries]

Flower Field

Summary: Harry accidentally breaks his favorite guitar, which makes it an obvious choice of a present for his upcoming birthday.

Genre(s): fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): cuteness overload

After releasing Fine Line, Harry was preparing himself to go on a world tour with the new album. He refused to leave you, his most precious treasure, behind when going on tour. He begged you to come with him, as if you could ever turn that request down.

Couple of months before the tour Harry’s favorite guitar ended up broken. It was just another night spent in the studio with you and Mitch. Harry got a bit too excited (and a little tipsy) as he danced his precious bum off, he tripped and landed right on top of his guitar neck, snapping it in two. Watching his facial expression change from a blissful one to a mournful one, you stood up from your place to walk over to him and wrap your arm around his waist. You took a look at the body of the guitar on the floor, separated from the neck, that Harry was holding at the moment. He held it with disappointment written all over his face.

“It was a really good one, you know?” Harry stated, turning it look at you.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” You pressed your body to his side and pulled him closer to you by his waist.

“It’s okay. It happens sometimes.”

Although, he tried to brush it off, you knew he was very upset. He wrote two albums on that guitar and was planning on taking it along on tour.

His birthday was just around the corner, so you knew exactly what you were going to get him as a present.

The next day you called Mitch and asked him about the guitar Harry broke and where you could get the identical one. Mitch provided you with the address of the guitar shop, that Harry mostly get his guitars from, and the name of the model.

You snuck out of the bed early in the morning, gently pushing Harry’s arm off of your body. Leaving the bed, you made sure to pull the blanket over Harry’s back, so that he’s not freezing in this mid-January situation that was going on in the northern hemisphere. You were turning to walk up to the closet to change your clothes, but you couldn’t keep yourself from turning back in your feet and bending over the bed to land a kiss on your beloved’s temple.

“Nghh, where y’goin’?” Harry surprised you by mumbling to you and tugging on your (his) T-shirt.

“Stay. Please.” How could you leave now?

Guess the guitar will have to wait for a day.

“Y/N, don’t go please. We haven’t cuddled in two days. I miss you. Come on, princess. Come here, love.” Harry whispered in your ear as you guys stood in the kitchen cooking dinner two days after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.

“Baby, stay with me. It’s so early and you look so fucking hot in that T-shirt of mine.” Harry pressed his crotch against your thigh on the third day after you was supposed to go to the guitar shop.

“But we had to watch so many movies, sunshine. I even made us some popcorn.” Harry grinned at you, walking towards you with a bowl, while you were sitting on the couch.

As you may have already guessed - it was the forth day after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.

On the fifth day, you told Harry that you have to do a lot of work that accumulated within those five days. He grudgingly let you go, but made sure to make you promise to spoon him when you come back.

Parking your car by the guitar store, you were relieved to see that the store was open on a Sunday.

You walked into the store and up to a shop assistant, who was wearing a Pink Floyd T-shirt. “Adds to the atmosphere.” You thought.

After telling him the name of the exact model you need, Eric, as his badge suggested, guided you to the guitars hanging on the wall. He pointed at one, that looked just like the one Harry cracked in two.

You walked out of the store with a guitar in a case and a happy smile on your face. A fucking poet you are.

Not wanting to leave the guitar plain crème, you also dropped by an art supplies shop to get some paints to decorate the guitar.

Next week you would sneakily decorate the guitar whenever Harry left the house to go to the store or the studio.

By the end of January the guitar was decorated with flowers. Chamomiles, roses and sunflowers graced the surface of the guitar, making it look like a portal to a flower field. Perfect.

On his birthday, Harry was woken up earlier than usual by your kisses. What greeted Harry was the undivided attention of his favorite person and a breakfast in bed made by said person.

At about seven in the evening you both were on your way to the party that Jeff put up for Harry and Glenne. On the way there Harry kept asking you about the mysterious present that you promised to gift him after the party.

“Is it something edible?” He asked, being visibly restless.

“No. Actually, who knows? I guess everything is edible. I think you could try to eat it but I doubt you’d like it much.”

Your answer just confused the poor guy even more. He turned his head back to the window and squinted his eyes. In a few moments, he turned his head back to you, sitting in the driver’s seat. You told Harry that as a birthday boy, he shouldn’t have to drive himself to his birthday party, which was a lame excuse, but you needed one to get him to let you drive, as you knew his attention would be on you the whole road to the place.

“Is it small enough for me to carry it around?” Harry tried his best to guess what exactly you were getting him. He’d been like this since the early morning when you wouldn’t tell him what you’ve gotten for him.

“It’s not small, but you can carry it around.” It was the first question, for which your answer wasn’t exactly a “no”, so Harry smiled, thinking he’s finally onto something. The party took place in a closed down restaurant that you all would go to once in a while. There weren’t many guests. Just the closest friends. “Knowing Harry, it’s probably hundreds of people.” You thought.

At 8:46 Jeff came up to you and Glenne and interrupted your heated discussion about the newly released albums that deserve more appreciation than they’re getting.

“Y/N.” Jeff whispered to you. “Harry’s going on and on about a present. He’s driving me insane.” Jeff started and leaned closer to you.

You know exactly what’s going on.

“What did you get him? I’m honestly intrigued myself.”

As if you didn’t know that Harry was the one who sent him over to you.

“Look, Jeff, I know Harry sent you over. I’m not telling you anything.” You turned to Harry, who was standing two tables away from you and was, apparently, engaged in a conversation with Ben.

You walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He excused himself, slowly turned around and tried to hide a smile, knowing that you’ve probably figured his plan out.

“Hi, baby.” You moved your mouth up to his ear, which made him lean into it automatically.

“If you want to know what I got you, you should be patient like a good boy you are, okay?” Your voice was stern and you could feel him stiffen up next to you. As you moved away from him, you put on an innocent smile and kissed him on the lips. He froze in his place and couldn’t even move his lips against yours. Separating your lips from his, you turned to back to walk over to Glenne to continue your talk.

When you came up to Glenne and Jeff, he informed you that the cake is about to be brought out for the two Aquarians to blow the candles.

When the cake was brought out, the wishes ended up forgotten, as both Harry and Glenne had their faces covered in sweet frosting. You laughed while dragging your pouty boyfriend to the restroom to clean him off. On the way to the restroom, your fingers had already been covered in the frosting from Harry’s face, as you were getting a better taste of it.

You walked into the restroom and got napkins to clean Harry’s face off.

“Is it something we can both use?” There we go again.

“No, love. Unfortunately, it’s not. I mean it could become that but not at the moment, no.” You answered him while wiping the frosting off of the tip of his nose.

“Why is it s’complicated?” He asked with frustration written all over his face.

“It’s actually quite simple, lovie. We’ll be home soon and you’ll know what it is.” You smiled at Harry and brought your hands to cup his cheeks and kiss the tip of his nose.

“You’re so loving.” He lets you push his head into the crook of your neck.

“Of course I am. How can I not be loving to you? You’re my everything.” You cooed into his ear while drawing circles on his back.

“No. No one has ever cared f’me as much as you have. Y’make it look so easy to love me, and I know for sure - I’m not easy to love. I’m all over the place. I’m clingy and sometimes even annoying, but y’never make me feel like it bothers you.” He whispered truthfully into your ear as he relaxed in your arms.

You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away to look into his eyes. You hugged him tighter and kissed his temple.

“Because it doesn’t. I don’t make it look easy to love you. It is easy to love you. I love when you’re being clingy. Makes me feel wanted and loved. I adore everything about you, my precious. You’re so sweet, kind and attentive, sunny. I love you more than anything, do you know that?” You could feel him ready to start a debate on how annoying he is, but before he has a chance to say anything, you pull him away from your neck and look into his eyes, still holding his hands in yours.

“It’s a guitar.” You blurt.

“What?” Harry asked you confusingly.

“The present. It’s a guitar. The same as the one that you landed on. I also painted it but I want you to see it in person first.” You explained shyly. Harry looked at you with wide eyes and seemed a bit too shocked for your liking.

“Why do you look so shocked? Am I that bad that you didn’t expect me to do anything nice for you?” You jokingly asked.

Harry’s face softened and the corners of his mouth flew up. He kept looking at you with his loving green eyes and you could see tears building up in their inner corners.

“Harry, are you crying?” You asked and tried to pull him closer to yourself but he brushed your arms away. Instead, he grabbed your cheeks in his hands and smashed his lips into yours.

As his lips separated from yours, he kept holding your face in his hands and looked straight into your eyes.

“I spent my whole life thinking that I will never be able to find real love. I kept blaming myself for the fact that every relationship I’ve been in before you would fall apart because of me. When you walked into my life, I was so scared to mess everything up again, but you made it seem as if I wasn’t the one at fault. You made me feel normal for once. You make all the pain subside. M’heart and soul belong to you. Only you.“

As Harry finished his speech, Mitch bursted into the restroom.

“Guys, stop making out, we’ve been waiting for you to cut the cake. Glenne said she wanted Harry to help her make the first cut for a picture.”

Mitch walked further into the room and stood behind Harry pushing him towards the door.

“Y/N, come on. He won’t go unless you come with him. He’s like a lost puppy without you.” Mitch teased Harry, causing him to frown.

“He’s my lost puppy.” You joked and walked behind the guys.

You couldn’t see Harry’s face properly, but you were most certain that a grin on his face was impossible to miss.

Here you were now, watching Harry and the band during a sound check while biting on the takeaway food that Harry ordered for the whole team.

“Y/N!” You heard your boyfriend calling for you from the stage.

When you looked up from your feast, you took some time to chew on your food and answer.

“Harry!” You mocked your curlyhead, watching him smile at you.

“Look what Mitch just taught me.” Harry announced and positioned his hands over the strings and the fingerboard of his flower-field guitar.

As you walked closer to your excited boyfriend, you could hear him starting to play Mitch’s solo from ‘She’. The more he played, the wider your smile grew.

The crew carried on setting everything up for the concert, while Harry kept showing off his newly-learnt guitaring.

Harry kept telling you that the guitar made him play even better and was probably certain that it is exactly the case.

Knowing that it can’t be possible, as the guitars were identical, you put the blame on the fact, that he was strongly besotted with you.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Domestic life; Ben Hardy x reader

*Author’s note*

Here is a cute little drabble request I got from my Wattpad account, I had hoped to have also posted this yesterday but oh well (I mean the fic doesn’t really revolve around Valentine’s day but it’s still fluffy enough to be counted as such). So enjoy this sweet little drabble. 

Warnings: Fluffy till your teeth rot. Lockdowns due to COVID (BUT THAT’S IT. Just the word and mention of just lockdowns in general).

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I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, even though I didn’t want to.  My arms raised over my head as I let out a tired groan and stretched myself out and let out a soft yawn.  I then looked over to my left and saw the man of life sleeping right beside me.  His golden locks looked like a halo under the rare chance we had a sunny day in London.

His tattoos exposed from his nightshirt, my favorite of course being his lion nose and mouth tattoo.  Those soft cute snores that came off his lips (even though he tries to deny it), and his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath he took. I raised my hand up and couldn’t help but lightly stroke the shape of his tattoo, very faintly tracing the curve of the nose, sliding my finger down the straight line before swaying across the bottom curve of the mouth.

“You know we could get you a matching set.” Ben’s sleepy baritone voice spoke up.  I looked up at him and said.

“If we did it’d have to be washable. You know how I am around needles.” He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in closer.  “Did you sleep good?”

“I slept great. You?”

“Like a rockfish.” He placed a kiss to my forehead and we just looked into each other’s eyes.  “So what shall it be today?”

“Well you know WandaVision premieres today so wanna check it out?”

“I still can’t believe you made me binge the entire MCU movies during our lockdown.”

“And you loved it admit it. Hell Benny boy you were in the Marvel Universe. Granted it was solely owned by Sony before Disney bought the rights but it’s still the Marvel fandom.”

“So after that, then what shall we do?”

“Well we really can’t go anywhere so……wanna just have a lazy day in? No work out day, order take out for our three meals and maybe—fool around?” I teased with a wink.

“You are a cheeky mix.” He then captured my lips with his.

“Yes but—you did asked me to marry you. Which I’m surprised by the way.”

“What do you mean?” he asked as he began to kiss down my neck.

“Don’t act stupid Ben. I know about that affair with Joe and your little side hustle with Gwil. I swear it’s like I married 3 men instead of 1.”

“You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to marry me.” He said as he hovered over me.

“Yes I know.” He chuckled as he pecked my lips. Then again, and again and again. I giggled and playfully pushed him off of me and said. “Alright you human golden retriever.”

“You know that if I were going to be a dog, I’d be a beagle like Frankie.”

“Nah you’re a golden retriever. Silly, goofy, and loving all the way.” I bopped his nose before getting up and headed downstairs to let Frankie out into the backyard to go pee.

As soon as she saw me, she got out from her bed and I greeted her with a ruffle and scratch on her head.

“Hey there baby girl, ready for breakfast?” her head cocked to the side as her tail began wagging softly. “Come on let’s have breakfast.” She got out of her bed and trailed me to the kitchen.  I reached in and grabbed her dog food and dumbed a good amount into her dog bowl and she immediately started scarfing it down.

I began preparing breakfast and as I cracked the last egg, I felt Ben’s arms wrap around me and felt a kiss at my temple.

“You make the best omelets ever.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” I teased him.

“Who says I’m trying to flatter you? I’m stating pure fact.” I smiled at him.

“Well how about you give me a hand here instead of just standing there looking pretty.” He chuckled softly and saluted to me.

“Just tell me what to do Captain.” I then told him what to give me next and I proceeded to finish making the omelets.

Once they were done, Ben and I went over to the living room and I started up Disney+ to play the first 2 episodes of WandaVision.

“Okay so remind me again, is this before or after Endgame?” asked Ben.

“I wanna say this is after Endgame. Again I’ve been a little confused as to the timeline or what exactly is the time period here. All I know is that it’s like a sitcom now. And I can see that they’ve definitely gotten the exact cinematography down. You see how it’s a full screen and them using a single camera.”

“God I love it when you talk cinematography like that.”

“Sorry if I come across as annoying while we watch this.”

“No, no, no, no, no it’s fine. Really. It means you’ve got a good eye for camera angels. Remember when Dexter allowed you to film us when we were doing the We will rock you scene?”

“It was only for 10 minutes while he went to talk with the costuming department and to get him his 10th cup of coffee.”

“Still, he was amazed at the fact you helped with blocking and what you had already filmed. So much so we had it in the film.” I softly smiled and we continued to watch the episode, then watched the second one.

As the day went on, Ben and I kept watching various films as well as taking Frankie out for her walks.  The sun was just starting to set and Ben said.

“Alright one last movie of the day, I feel like if I keep eating more popcorn I won’t be able to fit into these sweats anymore.”

“I wouldn’t mind that. Whether you have a 6 pack or a bit of a pooh bear tummy, I’d love you either way.” He blushed at my compliment and scrunched himself into a ball as I poked his tummy.

“Alright so what shall our last movie be tonight?”

“Well, how about we do Gwil’s movie Top End Wedding?” Ben pondered before saying.

“Okay. Any reason why?”

“Well I—he and I may have talked about that shortly after it came out and I might have told him I’d already seen it when actually I didn’t.” I wearily said.

“Oh I see so you-you lied to my best mate about a movie he was in and wanted your opinion on.”

“Oh coming from you Mr. Oh yes I’ve drummed since I was 12!” I sassed back at him.  He shushed me and covered my mouth with his hand.  I pushed his hand away from my mouth and said. “So can we watch it? I’ve been busy and you know it.”

“Yeah I know love, you know I was just teasing.” He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and switched over to Hulu now and we found Gwil’s movie.  I’ll admit it took me by surprise (I mean based off the trailers I’ve seen it pretty much told the whole story) but the humor and message it sent out really spoke volumes that no other romcom has ever done before.

Plus the aerial shots were just amazing.  The way the cameras would pan over the river or the ridges, you can’t fake that breathtaking view with CGI.  After the movie was over, I let out a soft yawn.

“You tired?” questioned Ben.  I nodded, barely able to keep my eyes open any longer. “Alright, come on then you. Let’s get you into bed.” I moaned softly and held my arms out.

“Carry me.” I heard him chuckle but I felt him lift me up in his arms bridal style and he carried me all the way to our bedroom.

He set me down on the bed and cuddled up close to me before putting the duvet over us.  I automatically placed my head over his chest and placed my arm over his stomach while his arms came around me.

“I had fun today.” I said as I nuzzled into his chest.

“Me too. It’s nice to just kick back and relax for the day. Thank you babe.”

“Anything for my handsome boy.” He kissed the top of my head and soon the two of us cuddled closer (even though I don’t know how much closer we could be at this point) to one another till finally we fell fast asleep.