#(because it's painted to match ben's)

[mouseinamushroomhouse]

meh ni ne'lis'cuy copaanyc / ni ven'cuy linyc / bal meh ni ne'lis'cuy linyc / ke'duum ni pirimmyc / akay naasad te'ni cuyani

[morgy-doo]

school bus graveyard realtionship headcannons

^ such cuties

Ashlyn Banner~

insanely protective

when you are in the phantom dimension this girl is mostly focused on making sure you don't get hurt/die

keeps you away from Aiden in that dimension so you don't end up getting roped into something stupid

Altho she isn't the most affectionate person, she will grab your hand and squeeze it tightly when she is nervous

she begrudgingly...after ALOT of begging, allowed you to play with her hair, when it is undone it is super wavy from being in those plaits all day

if you every get seriously hurt/die in the demon dimension, she will act calm and collected at first, but then totally lose it

she wont cry until she is alone of course

refuses to leave you alone until she knows you are better

after that she doesn't let you leave her sight

she just wants to keep you safe and close to her

Aiden Clark~

your more of a mother/father than a girlfriend/boyfriend-

CONSTANTLY bouncing off the walls

literally-

at one point in your relationship he would tell you he had a cute date planned....you had no idea that it was skydiving

he loved it

you not so much

in the phantom dimension he is using you to back him up in arguments

and he definatley tries to show off for you at one point

when they get locked in the mental assylum, he paints his face as you instead of the clown because why not

he found it endearing, you found it absolutely terrifiying

if you die then he will go silent, not as energetic or bouncy until he knows you are okay again, he constantly brings you things to entertain you with while in the hospital

he just wants you to never get bored of him

Ben Clark~

the most sweetest boyfriend ever

he will buy you flowers out of nowhere just to see you smile

sometimes he feels bad that he cannot say how much he loves you verbally

constantly has hand cramps from writing huge paragraphs about his love for you

the type of boyfriend to just pick you up and hug you when you are mad

you help him calm down when his temper starts to flare up

he really enjoys doing soothing activities with you such as pottery, painting, and baking

he is AMAZING at baking

he loves making you food

in the phantom dimension he likes to have you on his back

to reassure him that you are still there and safe, and also as a way to have quick access to you when you are in danger

if you die in the phantom dimension he will have this deeply disturbed look on his face

he honestly looked after you better than the doctor did

he brought you home cooked meals, your clothes, some things to cheer you up

he wants you to feel loved and to know that he will always be there for you even though you cannot hear him say it

Taylor Hernandez~

such a sweetie

she is so good at reading your feelings and can tell when you are upset/ when something is bothering you

she has pictures of you two together all over her wall so she always has something of you with her

she loves matching outfits with you

she 100% owns a shirt that says "i love my boyfriend/girlfriend" and has no shame in wearing it

she has this ritual where she kisses each picture of you before bed each night and saying "i love you y/n" over an over until she has kissed each picture

Tyler was just stood in the doorway of the room terrified-

in the phantom dimension you both make a vow to protect each other

and she will protect you with her LIFE is she has too

if you die in the phantom dimension she would never forgive herself

she would think its her fault as she didn't stick to her side of the vow

she let you get hurt

will sob infront of everyone

honestly needs more comfort then you do

when you are on the road to recovery tells you all these silly stories about her and Tyler to see you smile

she wants you to never leave her

Tyler Hernandez~

this one is a mixed bag

lets just say you will be very aware when he has entered the room

you slowly help him start to enjoy baseball again

he invites you to practice to show you off to his team

you are now lumped into his protection pile

congratulations, you are now one of his top priorities

he wont say it very often, but he adores you

and he misses you very much when you aren't around

he plays guitar for you when he is feeling especially loving, he teaches you the songs his dad taught him

when you are in the phantom dimension he gets very angry very easily

he is just so overwhelmed and worried about keeping you AND Taylor safe.

he is terrified he would of failed in his job of protecting you

if you die in the other dimension he would be angry at everyone but mostly at himself

he would close off, he wouldn't speak to anyone and he ends up flunking some of his classes to see you at the hospital

he is very aggressive to everyone else but when you are getting better at the hospital he is all gentle smiles and sweet tones

he owes it to you for letting you down

he wants to be able to feel that he can provide and protect you

Logan Fields~

he thinks he doesn't deserve you

why would you pick someone small and pathetic when you can have the full package like Tyler

despite his self doubts he treats you as best as he can

he is the most cliche person ever

has definately watched the sun set with you

study dates are a must

you both defo have this little potted flower that you have "raised" together

he tells you ALL about flowers as he has alot of knowledge about them

when you are in the phantom dimension he always has this dreaded feeling sitting in his stomach

as if he knows something is gonna happen to you and he wont be able to stop it

the feeling would eat him up inside

if you die in the phantom dimension, he would be determined to be the reason you got better, that it wouldn't happen again

he wants you to view him as worthy of your love, and he would do almost anything to earn that

[chrrychills]

we both like apple cider .

main six « sleepover w/ their s/o!

ashlyn banner:

•sleepover's probably at her house, it's more convenient that way. plus you can hangout in the bus graveyard!

•will make dinner and appreciates if you sit in the kitchen and talk to her.

•reluctantly allows you to do face masks on her– the only condition is that you're not allowed to take pictures. (you did anyway.)

•is ready for bed around 10 pm. She wants the two of you to get at least a little bit of rest before the shift at midnight.

•has a hard time falling asleep after the phantom realm, so the two of you probably stay up until 2-3 am talking.

•will cuddle for max 10 minutes, then she gets too hot or uncomfortable and moves away. she'll still be holding you hand or touching you in some way, though!

•overall very tame sleepover, just appreciates your presence.

aiden clark:

•you're not sleeping. at all. he will make it his mission to keep you up all night.

•will not be making dinner, he can't cook for shit. the two of you end up just ordering pizza instead of making the effort to cook.

•the two of you will most likely leave the house for some reason or another– wether that be snacks or something else.

•he's super cuddly when he's tired, so he'll practically cling to you when he's ready to sleep. usually doesn't rest before the shift, but tries to when he's with you because he doesn't want you to be tired in the phantom realm.

•either can't sleep or knocks out after the seven hours is up. if he's exhausted enough to sleep, it'll be the best sleep of your lives.

•will gladly allow you to do face masks, makeup, etc. he thinks it's fun, and likes seeing you happy.

•absolutely painting your face if you let him. if you don't, there's a good chance he does it while you sleep.

•overall, very chaotic. there's a 90% chance you'll wake up with face paint the next morning.

ben clark:

•either conks out at like 9:30 pm or stays up until dawn.

•you two will definitely be cooking/baking. he's an amazing baker, so whatever you make will taste amazing. (aiden's gonna come downstairs and eat like half of it in the middle of the night.)

•a big cuddler. even when he's sleeping, he has an iron grip on you. it comforts him, knowing that you're there with him.

•will spoon if you want but it isn't his favorite.

•matching pj pants. probably like black and grey plaid ones or something like that.

•usually starts winding down around 9 pm. he'll sit in bed and draw for half an hour or so, preferably with you cuddled up next to him.

•probably has a loud fan or white noise to sleep, but will absolutely turn it off if you ask.

•usually can't sleep after the phantom realm, but knocks out if you cuddle with him.

•very calm sleepover, he just wants to spend time with you. 10/10, sweetheart.

tyler hernandez:

•uses the time to pamper you, in his own subtle way. he'll make you dinner and spend most of the night attached to your side.

•super cuddly when he's tired, but will vehemently deny it if you bring it up after the fact.

•will force to you sleep or at least rest before the shift.

•loves cuddling. he relaxes immediately as soon as his arms are wrapped around you and your legs are tangled with his.

•falls asleep pretty quick. as soon as he allows himself to relax, he's out like a light.

•half expects your to just wear his clothes to bed. he's shocked (and slightly offended) when you bring your own clothes. it doesn't matter, since you usually end up in one of his hoodies or shirts anyways.

•goes to bed around 10:30-11:00. he's usually the one cleaning up dinner or something like that, so he doesn't usually wind down until 10.

•sleeps in a pitch black room with no noise. any stimulation will make it practically impossible for him to sleep.

•really calm. just wants to spend time with you, 10/10.

taylor hernandez:

•is so excited. she loves being around you, so being able to end her day with you bring her joy.

•movie night! you guys spend a bit too long picking a movie, and you both end up falling asleep about halfway through.

•a huge cuddler. she usually holds a stuffed animal when she sleeps, but now that you're here she can hold you instead!

•loves spooning– especially when she's little spoon. having your arms around her calms her down almost immediately.

•she says she wants to cook, but will probably get distracted and forget. you two will either end up eating tyler's cooking or ordering takeout at like 11:30.

•tries to get a good amount of sleep before the shift, so she tries to go to bed around 9:45-10:00. depending on how the day had been, you two either fall asleep super early or don't fall asleep at all.

•so exhausted after the shift and will fall asleep immediately.

•she tends to get night terrors, but she can calm herself down pretty quickly. when you're there, they either don't happen at all or are very rare.

•will most likely go on a rant about her club or a new project she had started. she usually doesn't realize she's rambling, and you don't have the heart to tell her.

logan fields:

•is super nervous and fidgety at first, but starts to relax and just focus on you the longer you're there.

•literally can't cook. at all. should not be allowed in a kitchen alone under any circumstances. he lets you cook dinner if you want to, but assures you that it's fine if you'd rather order takeout.

•sleeps pretty early, around 9:30. he really wants you two to rest before the shift so that you aren't tired and sluggish.

•he has a hard time falling back asleep after the shift, so he keeps a bottle of melatonin gummies in his cabinet and will offer you one if you need it.

•a light sleeper. if you move or pull away while you two are cuddling, he'll feel it and wake up immediately.

•you two probably won't leave the house, except to sit on the roof and stargaze. he spends more time admiring you than the sky and really hopes you don't notice.

•kinda nervous when it comes to cuddling. he probably has a tremor or something along those lines, so his hands are pretty much always shaky.

lacey's notes: hi!! i'm so sorry i haven't updated like i said i would. i'm finally home after my vacation, so i should be able to start updating more.

i wanted to get this out since it's been in my drafts for weeks. i want to thank everyone for the requests, and i'll start working on them shortly!

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Cause Somewhere In The Crowd There's You

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: Birthdays for you mean singing your heart out at the local Karaoke club. Unfortunately, your boyfriend doesn't mirror your enthusiasm. Is there any way you can convince him otherwise? This is a one-shot takes place in my Take A Chance On Me Series!

Tropes: Established Relationship, Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Soft Ben/ Soldier Boy, Protective Ben/Soldier Boy

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: I'm going to label this 18+ because Soldier Boy (he's a warning and everyone knows it) (Honestly I don't think it's that bad), Illusions to past sex, Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Sexual Innuendo, Flirting, ABBA Music, Drinking, Teasing, Fluff, LOVE, Idiots in love and they don't care who knows it, Reader is pregnant (she doesn't drink). Ben/Soldier Boy might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

Listen While You Read: Super Trouper By ABBA - Title is taken from this song!

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A/N: I loved writing that one-shot last week for Easter so much that I had to write another little something-something for Petals and Ben! Plus it's kinda my birthday tomorrow (28th) and I was feeling the birthday fic 💗 I also really wanted to make a mood board 🤣

Reader POV

"I can’t believe this is what you wanted to do for your birthday." Ben groans into his whiskey glass as he takes a long sip and flinches at the off-key rendition of 'Girls Just Want to Have Fun' coming from the tipsy group of bridesmaids with matching bright pink boas on stage. The one in the front wearing a sash that says "Bride" in sparkly letters, sways precariously on a chunky teal heel while another steadies her with a claw-like hand with nails painted in shades of lavender.

Swan Song, the karaoke club that Annie and you had been coming to since you moved to NYC, is crowded for a Monday night. The familiar smell of stale smoke and the sour smell of alcohol mists out over the crowd, and a buzz of energy crackles in the air from people who wobble and bob their heads drunkenly to the music blasting from the giant eight foot tall speakers on both sides of the stage.

The two bartenders on the opposite side of the room listen to the orders shouted from patrons that lean over the bar to yell in their ears, before they craft multicolored drinks that bubble, boil, and glimmer in the fluorescent lights from the stage that dominates the front of the room. It's bathed in purple, pink, and blue strobe lights that pulse with the beat of the upbeat tune while shimmering lights flash out over the people sitting at the wooden tables jumbled together in the small room.

Swan Song was home.

It was the bar Annie and you went to together for the first birthday you spent in NYC. You'd gotten drunk on Endless Midnight Margaritas like Nicole Kidman and Sandra Bullock and sang a duet to "Angel Eyes." You were still a little fresh from your breakup with your ex, and after you found out he'd started dating another girl, that song seemed the most fitting.

And although the song changed from that first night Annie and you spent bathed in the pulsating glow of the strobe lights, the bar didn't. It was still a mish-mash of macabre and glitter. The walls and tables are still draped in black lace with vases of dead flowers on each table and the signature fluorescent swan in flight hangs proudly on the wall over the bar winking and sending the shimmering white light out into the room.

Well, the roses in the vase at your table had miraculously burst forth in deep red blooms, as had most of the flowers in the room as soon as you walked by, but you loved it here. It was weird and didn't try to hide what it was. All the drinks on the menu had something to do with the finality of death. From the Dead Man's Brew to the Haunting Hemlock Hue, the owner Jaz, had worked hard to make Swan Song deliciously unique.

"We do this every year Ben! It's fun!" You laugh beside him while taking a sip of your seltzer and bobbing your head along to the music.

It was a birthday tradition to spend the night drinking bottomless midnight margaritas and belt out ABBA classics while wearing matching bell bottom jean leotards that would make Donna and the Dynamos proud. Annie, Hughie, and you had done a Mamma Mia rewatch in preparation of your birthday two nights ago while Ben sat next to you on the couch and rolled his eyes.

He still wasn't sold on the whole ABBA thing, but you were making it your life's mission to convert him.

However, this birthday was just a little bit different than the others.

Despite your age today held a lot of firsts: your first birthday with Ben and your first birthday pregnant. Which meant that your jean leotard was tighter in some places than it had been last year, and you'd had to let it out. Also, the Lime- Slaughter Seltzer was an unfortunate substitute to the margaritas, but the little one wriggling and kicking in your stomach to the beat of the music was a welcome reminder of the life Ben and you were about to start together, one that you could spend curled up with him in the house he'd bought for you.

You smooth your left hand over your swelling belly with a faint smile noticing the way your engagement ring catches in the light of the bar. The twinkle of the vintage diamond is blinding, it's the same one Ben's mother wore. As if the hormones didn't make you cry enough when Ben proposed and bought you a house, the thought that it was his mother's ring made you cry so much that Ben thought that something was wrong. But you were just so happy you couldn't hold it in.

It had been a week since you moved into the house, one of the best weeks of your life. Ben had taken it off and when Butcher had asked him why he needed a whole week to move in, Ben had told him that one day wasn't enough time to christen every room in the house. Something that had made you blush to the roots of your hair and slap Ben on his muscular arm, while he tugged you into him and roamed his hands over your body as if you weren't standing in front of Butcher.

Your fiancé was practically a neanderthal and had a one track mind, but by now you found it charming- sometimes. His inability to have a single shred of shame had lead to a few embarrassing moments that you wished you could forget, but you couldn’t help it, especially now that you were pregnant. Before it had been difficult but manageable to resist Ben's charms, but now it was impossible.

It was like there was a giant neon sign hanging above your head that spelled out "horny" in multicolored lights, the same sign that only Ben was able to see for obvious reasons. Of course it did wonders for the plants that you'd hung inside the house, the ones that always seemed to be flowering and putting out so much fruit that you'd taken to giving some to your neighbors.

It might have also been an apology for the series of incidents that had happened outside and your elderly next door neighbors had been able to hear everything. The thought of what they heard still made your face flush so hot that you were sure you could make pancakes on your skin no problem.

Now you didn't worry so much about your neighbors. After they found out that you were pregnant and Ben and you were living together, they pretty much started ignoring you. Though you had found a few pamphlets shoved through the mail slot about the dangers of pre-martial sex.

I think it's a little late for that, don't you?

But despite Ben's comments to Butcher, the team, Jake, and his new girlfriend Nora, had been more than happy to help Ben and you move into your new home.

It took three days, all of which Ben made you sit in a chair in the air conditioning with a giant bottle of water and refused to let you lift a finger to help. Each time you tried to get up, Ben would miraculously appear like he'd been summoned from the depths of the sea and would strong arm you (gently) back into the chair while you watched everyone move in your stuff. You’d complained loudly that you weren't some invalid, you were just pregnant, but Ben didn't listen.

Shocker.

You smile and lean back in your chair, watching the group of women on stage dancing along to the tune of the song. The bride has begun to wobbles again on her heel, her face turning an unnatural green color before she bolts off stage in the direction of the bathroom.

Another one bites the dust.

Annie had vanished a few moments ago to sign the two of you up for your chosen tune of the night, fighting through the crowd of people pushing and shoving to get a chance at the sign up sheet.

Honestly, Annie going up there was purely for show. The owner, Jaz,  knew the two of you by name, in fact she'd mashed your and Annie's names together and named a margarita after you when she saw how often you came in. Jaz had waved to the two of you from behind the bar when you came in, and sent over a free round of the margaritas with your namesake to your table.

You’d eyed the bluish-green drink mournfully while sucking on a seltzer and trying not to regret the night Ben and you conceived the creature wriggling around happily in your stomach like a goldfish.

Ben grabs the seat of your chair, yanking it towards him while it screeches loudly across the concrete floor. He leans closer to you, knee brushing against your thigh, and his warm breath on the curve of your ear. "I can think of something else that's fun we could be doing to celebrate your birthday."

"Like bowling?" Your lips twitch into a knowing smile, not looking away from the stage. "Because when we're done here, there's a 24/7 bowling alley that has free pizza with each round of bowling purchased and it's so-"

Ben covers your mouth with his large hand. Your eyes snap to his. The wave of arousal that comes with the contact of Ben's rough skin against the soft flesh of your lips makes the gardenia in your hair grow another two blooms, sending the sweet smell wafting out from the delicate petals.

You watch the end of his lips pull into the familiar sinful smirk that does little to stop the wave of heat that travels through your body at Ben's touch.

Truth be told the moment you told your boyfriend that Annie was throwing you a birthday party at a Karaoke bar, he'd looked at you like you had three heads. And after you explained to him that it was in fact still something that existed and that it would be fun, he had spent the entire morning trying to convince you to spend your birthday in bed with him. It was difficult to leave the house, but it was a tradition and you wanted Ben to be apart of it.

"Petals, Why would you wanna be screaming out some song lyrics when you could be screaming my name instead?” Ben purrs moving his other hand down to your hip, softly stroking one finger along your waist.

“Ben-“ You mumble into his hand with a soft sigh, squirming in the seat.

The pleasurable feeling in the pit of your stomach whenever your fiancé teased you began to stir, sending a warm tingle down your spine.

Damn it. He won't win this.

"Come on sweetheart." He rumbles, pressing a kiss to the pulse point at your neck that makes you shudder and fist your hand around his knee beneath the table. "I wasn't done giving you your birthday present when you dragged me here." His hand travels down your side to your hip, pulling you up out of your chair and into his lap. You gasp as you fall into his strong muscular body, automatically bringing your hands up to grip his shoulders in surprise. "And I'd very much like to continue what I started." Ben removes the hand around your mouth so he can kiss you languidly, rolling his tongue into your mouth.

The scratch of his stubble against your cheeks, the warm feeling of his solid body beneath you, and the gentle but firm squeeze of his hands on your hips makes you melt into his chest. Sometimes it surprised you that after all this time, kissing Ben still felt the same way. You still had the prickle of goosebumps ghost over your arms, still felt your heart heat so hot it felt like it was going to burn through flesh and sinew, and still felt like the way you had the first time Ben kissed you at Vought tower, like two worlds were colliding and everything you were was crashing and molding together with everything he was.

"I think you gave me a few today-" You breath against his lips with a smile.

The memory of the many, many presents Ben had given you since you woke up this morning made your throat tighten. Ben was generous when it came to sex anyway, but this morning he had left you breathless and unable to feel your legs for most of the day.

By now Ben was getting more comfortable with the idea that you didn't want him to spend hundreds of dollars on a gift and you just wanted to spend time with him. But that hadn't stopped him from painting the nursery when you were asleep last night. You'd been trying to find the time to paint it all week, because you wanted to try and find a crib and shelves, but each time you tried something dragged you away.

Usually Ben.

But he'd done it without complaining, which was a surprise. There was still some of the sage colored paint flecked on his forearms and hands, and there was a paint smeared t-shirt and pair of jeans on the floor of your bathroom that Ben never picked up and you might have yelled at him about before he showed you what he'd done and you forgot all about being mad.

Well… only a little.

But it was such a sweet gesture, and the perfect birthday gift.

Ben's mouth twitches again into the mischievous smirk that you love so much as his hands tighten on your waist. “You complaining?”

“No, never.” You shake your head so enthusiastically, it makes Ben chuckle low under his breath, the rumble of his laugh vibrating up where your chest is pressed against yours.

“Then why don’t we go back to the house and you can spend your birthday the way God intended, in your birthday suit.”

You roll your eyes at him, but thread your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck tugging lightly. It was getting a little bit long. Ben kept saying that he wanted to get it cut, but then never did.

Secretly you were hoping that he didn't. You liked to feel the strands fall through your fingertips when the two of you were watching a movie and Ben leaned towards you and let you gently stroke his hair while he groaned softly under his breath, or when you woke up before him in the morning and his hair fell forward into his sleeping face making him look years younger.

“Didn’t think you were religious type." You say with a smile of your own.

"Really? Huh. Guess I just like to worship you doll." Ben mumbles into your throat, sucking a mark into your neck next to the one that he left this morning.

"Ben-" His name comes out of your mouth in a breathy moan, that only makes Ben growl into your warm skin. Your fingers tighten in his hair.

Maybe I could let him win, just this once…

“Love is beautiful no?” Frenchie sighs from where he sits across the table from you throwing his arm around Kimiko and pulling her closer to his chest. She smiles as Frenchie presses a kiss into the top of her head.

“No. Not from where I’m sitting.” MM grouses from his chair across from Ben and you. His large arms are crossed over his chest, beer bottle untouched where it stands on the table, condensation pooling around the bottom.

"Me either." Hughie echoes, shifting uncomfortably.

“Lighten up mate. Could be worse. We could be watching a geriatric suck on his girlfriend's neck. Oh wait." Butcher snorts into his whiskey glass.

You aim a well placed kick at Butcher's ankle, that only makes him laugh harder.

 "What’s the worst that can happen? She gets pregnant?" Frenchie crows out a laugh at his own joke. "I think that ship has sailed."

"More like sunk." MM flexes his biceps.

Ben and him still had a long way to go before they could be friends. It was a difficult situation, but the fact that MM came tonight was progress. Maybe. There was still a lot of glaring going on, but that was to be expected and you didn't blame MM for that.

Ben narrows his eyes in MM's direction, but when he opens his mouth up to speak, you shut him up by placing a tentative kiss to the tip of his nose. Ben's gaze flashes to you, still heated, frown more pronounced.

"Ben-" You warn in a whisper.

"He started it." Ben grumbles.

"Ben." You say again, this time gently running your fingertips through the hair at the nape of his neck with a soft sigh.

"I fucking know." He rolls his eyes, but you feel his hand go protectively to your stomach. Ben's thumb strokes, once, twice, over the swelling curve more for himself than for you, but it made you smile and lean into his embrace.

Sometimes you would have what you liked to consider a "freak out" in which you'd suddenly remember that you were pregnant and engaged and also didn't know what the hell you were doing.

That last part was pretty normal for you, but the first two were not.

But it was moments like this where you were reminded that you weren't alone and Ben wasn't going anywhere. His constant watch and his constant reassuring appearance in your life proved that. You knew that he wasn’t going to leave you and you trusted him with everything you had.

You also trusted that your grandmother would show up and beat Ben into a pulp with a frying pain in a showdown that would rival the WWE if he ever, ever, broke your heart. Ben told you that when he asked her if he could marry you, she'd made a few threats that weren't worth repeating.

She'd called this morning to see if you'd gotten her gift, a hand quilted baby blanket made up in the dark greens and sage that you had chosen for your nursery. You hadn't needed to tell her what colors you were using, she'd "seen it" in her own special way.

Annie reappears, her blonde hair like a beacon in the dusky bar. "Okay we're up next. What did I miss?"

"You don't want to know." Hughie groans and sends his girlfriend a tight smile.

“Oh I think I can imagine.” Annie makes kissy noises and faces at you. “Guess they’re really trying for twins huh?”

Frenchie laughs, and this time it's enough to make MM crack a smile.

“Just because I’m pregnant  does not mean that I am incapable of making a tree full of angry squirrels chase you down the block.” You huff, pointing a finger at your best friend. “And need I mention why Ben had to call the power company last week when you two stayed over and we suddenly had to use our emergency generator?”

Hughie turns bright pink.

"Oh please. As if Hughie and I couldn't hear exactly what Ben and you were doing." She rolls her eyes.

"I don't know what you're referring to." You reply, suddenly becoming more interested in the next group of men all drunkenly singing 'Carry On My Wayward Son.'

"Don't be shy Petals." Ben replies squeezing your hips before throwing a pointed look at Hughie. "Maybe he'll learn something about making love to his girlfriend. Besides it's our house and I'm not gonna tell you to keep quiet, not when you make all those pretty sounds when I'm-"

"Ben!" You cover his mouth with your hand, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Remember we had the conversation about things we don't say in front of other people?"

"Yes, but I don't fucking care." Ben shrugs, gently pulling your hand from his mouth. "Nobody's gonna shame me out of fucking my girl. Not when you're always so we-"

You cover his mouth again, eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed. "Ben, please."

I'd be mad if I wasn't so damn hormonal right now.

He doesn't look ashamed, and you don't expect him to be. In fact there's a triumphant gleam in his eyes that you're sure means that he knows you secretly love it.

"There are so many things I wish I didn't know." MM mutters under his breath.

"Me too mate." Butcher grunts, slapping him on the back.

Annie only rolls her eyes at Ben and makes a gagging noise. "What do you think about our competition?" Annie jerks her thumb in the direction of the men on stage finishing up.

One of them stumbles to the right of the stage and takes a flying leap off into the crowd to body surf, but lands in a loud thud on the wooden floor.

"No contest. We've got this." You give her a thumbs up.

Despite doing this before, you were just a little bit nervous. The haze of alcohol from the margaritas usually did wonders to soothe your nerves, but all the seltzer did was exacerbate the anxiety bubbling in the pit of your stomach like a witch's cauldron.

As Jaz comes up to announce Annie and your names, you slowly rise to your feet, feeling Ben's eyes on you. Annie takes a long sip from her margarita while you poke your straw around in the bottom of your seltzer as if hoping it'll miraculously turn to wine.

But as you turn your way to the stage, Ben's hand comes out in a flash, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him so suddenly you don't have time to register that Ben is kissing you.

"You've got this Petals." Ben breathes before he brings you back for a searing kiss. "Make me proud sweetheart. And after you fucking knock 'em dead I'll take you home and we can celebrate your birthday the old fashioned way." His hand runs down to give your ass an encouraging squeeze.

The nerves are gone, evaporated in the subtle scratch of Ben's beard and his encouraging words vibrating through your chest, and filling you with confidence.

Other people may have believed that Ben was just a dick with no care in the world, who couldn't love or care about someone else because he only cared about himself, but not you. He was your Ben. He was yours. You knew who he was deep down, saw all the pieces of him that he'd hidden away for years, the same pieces he'd tried to hide from you when you first met because he thought that it was what he had to do. Little by little you were proving to him that you loved him anyway, that love to you meant falling for someone and loving all the darkest parts.

And it was moments like this that only reinforced what you already knew about the man you'd fallen in love, that despite all his flaws, Ben loved you. That the same parts of yourself that you'd hidden away your whole life he accepted.

And yes, maybe Ben didn’t want to spend his day off in a karaoke bar drinking fruity drinks and listening to people ruin hit songs, but if it made you happy Ben would do it, because there was not one thing he wouldn't do for you.

Annie pulls you away from him towards the stage, and you're sure that you have a ridiculous smile on your face as the beginning notes to 'Super Trouper' start to blast from the speakers, but you can't find it in yourself to care or look away from the man who has your whole heart.

And after the song, when you blow out the birthday candles on the ridiculously large birthday cake covered in iced flowers and leaves with Ben's arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head on your shoulder, while you feel the subtle kick of Ben and your love growing in your belly, and see the glint of the ring on your finger catch in the light, you can't find yourself thinking of anything to wish for, because you already have everything. Not when somewhere in the crowd there's Ben, cheering you on, and you wouldn't trade a single second of it for anything else.

A/N: See, just something cute and happy for Petals and Ben. After everything they deserve a nice break. 🥰

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You Are My Strength 💙 | Johnny Storm Imagine

Link to my Marvel masterlist

Characters & Pairings: JosephQuinn!JohnnyStorm x Super Soldier!reader (romantic), the Fantastic Four (platonic).

Content Warnings: fluff, angst, insinuated torture and mind control, happy ending, profanity, flirtatious banter, mentions of canon violence, canon divergence | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 3.9k

Requested 📨 yes/no | matching headcanon

Premise: Johnny Storm always has his work cut out for him when he spars with his love who knows a thing or two about putting him on his ass. More often than not, he finds himself looking back on the days where he and the Fantastic Four discovered she was not just a missing soldier, but an asset desperate for freedom.

Note: okay so I just CA:BNW and my marvel fix is back full force like it was back in 2018-2023. This piece is definently inspired by Bucky Barnes and has a spin on the Winter Soldier which you'll see. Hope you like this!

Johnny’s back met the mat with a loud grunt, limbs sprawling out making him look like a starfish. “That was unfair,” he called out with his eyes shut, but he knew she was smirking when her chuckle reached his ears from the opposite side of the mat. 

“You gave me the open,” the sound of footsteps indicated she was beginning to approach him. “I took it.”  Peeking one eye open, Johnny beamed at Y/n, towering over him with hand extended to help him up. Accepting it, Johnny let out a small yelp by the force of her hauling him to his feet, stumbling a bit before he gripped her shoulders to steady. 

Y/n patted his shoulders fondly, “When you attack you have to make sure to watch your blind side. Otherwise you’re giving your enemy a window.” A finger tapped his nose, “don’t give them that window,” then the middle of his chest, “now again from the beginning.” 

Johnny bit his lip, letting his eyes wander down her figure as she went to take her place in the middle of the mat. Lingering on her arms that were on display by the black tank top she wore, traveling down to her legs which were covered by grey sweatpants. Y/n must’ve felt his gaze on her because she snapped her fingers, “If I turn around and you’re not in position then you’re doing fifty push-ups, Storm.” 

Now that had him moving his feet. 

Johnny rushed to the center of the mat. Readying himself just in time for Y/n to turn around and raise her arms. “Come at me with full force and don’t hesitate,” she spoke with seriousness, but he caught the spark of playfulness in her eyes. 

Taking a deep breath, Johnny charged forward, putting all his might like she said to block any incoming attack while working to get the upper hand. Y/n anticipated most of his moves which wasn’t a surprise, but Johnny managed to surprise her too. Pushing her to the edge of the circle within the mat that they often used to indicate who won the match, but never quite getting her out of the circle. 

Y/n was not using her full potential despite telling him to. And Johnny knew that. Even when Ben challenged her in a sparring session Y/n always toned it down, fearing she’d unintentionally hurt them if she allowed herself to go full super soldier mode.

Whenever they sparred Johnny often thought about the events that lead to where they were. It’d been three years, but it still broke his heart remembering that at one point in time, Y/n had no control over her own mind. That her life had been taken away from her, forced to become a machine of unstoppable nature…..

“Who is she?” Johnny spoke out of breath, an ice pack pressed against his head to soothe the swelling of his inflamed skin. Entire body sore and desperate for rest. The state of him matched his fellow teammates, his family, who were all bruised and deflated from the battle they’d experienced that morning. 

Sue’s hair was disheveled, lip and chin busted, holding an ice pack of her own to her ribs. Reed's arm was in a sling, dried blood painting his ear. And Ben, the one to come out with no noticeable injuries of course thanks to his rock exterior, had a distant look in his eyes. As though all the light had drained from them. 

Gathered back at Baxter Building in their conference room, their gazes were pinned on the projector displaying a black & white image of the woman responsible for their condition. The woman who caught them by surprise when they were focused on the group of anarchists they’d been tracking for weeks. Allowing the anarchists to escape and continue their terror on the country. 

“Her name’s Y/n L/n,” Reed grunted, lifting himself off the chair he was sitting in to approach the screen. Tiredness plagued his voice, a combination of the fight and spending the last five hours since returning to Baxter Building finding everything about the mystery woman he could get his hands on. He had to break through a dozen government firewalls, but eventually Reed uncovered secret files the secretary of defense did not want brought to the surface. 

Reed pressed a button on the remote, the screen moving the image from the center to the side to display information. “Ex-military--Special Forces out of California. Got her degree in Intelligence & National Security from Georgetown. Joined the service shortly after.” Hesitating, Reed removed his glasses and refused to look at his family, “She was part of the highly coveted strike team called the Winter Soldiers.”

Ben visibly reacted, rising from the couch with a hardened expression that made even Johnny’s skin crawl. “She’s a Winter Soldier?” 

The way Ben said the name sent chills up Johnny’s spine, confusion etching his face as he turned to read for an answer. “What does that mean?” 

“It means we’re looking at a ghost,” Ben spoke before Reed had the chance to, causing the man to scowl at him before turning to Johnny.

“The Winter Soldiers were a special team assigned to conduct classified operations the government didn’t want other countries knowing about,” he explained, pressing another button so the projector pulled up a file like image detailing the Winter Soldier program. “They picked the best of the best from each branch of the military or agency. All highly intelligent who were masters when it came to marksmanship and combat--fluent in a dozen languages. They could dismantle governments, assassinate political leaders, bomb enemy installations all while never tracing it back to the U.S.” 

Reed paused, bringing his not slinged arm up to rub a hand on his bruised jaw, sighing as he finished with, “Ten years ago the whole team was killed in action during an ambush in Europe.” The Storm siblings’ eyes widened, face filled with shock, “The government couldn’t risk recovering the bodies--it’s rumored they set it up--so they left them and hid all the files deep behind firewalls. Erasing the program as though it never existed in the first place.”

The conference room fell silent, Reed’s words lingering in the air. For the siblings the news was riveting. Eerie. How could a government have a team as lethal as the Winter Soldiers, potentially wipe them out, and make it to where they never existed? And now that they had proof one survived, what did it mean for the Four? 

Deep in his gut, Johnny felt there was more to the story than Y/n going rogue. Part of him couldn’t blame her, the logical reasoning being if it was true that the government was responsible for the ambush and her goal was revenge. But his intuition told him there were other forces at play. 

Because when their eyes met during the brawl, Johnny swore he saw a flicker of guilt behind her steel gaze. Not to mention the way she moved reminded him of a video game character being controlled by a player. Stoic. Robotic. In a constant daze. 

The thought made his stomach turn. 

Sue sighed in defeat, “so we are, quite literally if I must say, chasing a ghost.” Wincing, she adjusts herself in the chair, “What do we do now?”

“If she’s a Winter Soldier then we might as well pack it up,” Sue flinched at Ben’s tone, anxiety rising just by the visible alarm he spoke with. She and Johnny shared a worried look. “And after what we saw earlier--the strength,” Ben emphasized, recalling the way Y/n caught a car he threw at her like it was nothing. “That wasn’t normal, Reed. Whatever happened in the time between her disappearing to now obviously is why the anarchists have been keeping her hidden till now.” Ben moved away from the screen, feeling sickly just looking at the long list of things Y/n did and was rumored to have done. “We don’t know what we’re up against--ah--and frankly I don’t like not going in blind.” 

Ben had a point. They knew better than to attempt going after the anarchists and Y/n when they lacked all the information. Currently at their disposal was her record with the American government as a Winter Soldier. Anything from the past ten years was up for debate. Based on the track record of the anarchist group, Y/n likely someone they only unveiled as a last resort. Given what happened to the Four, they initially had the upper hand until Johnny heard the leader speak into a radio, “call in the asset.” 

Not even five minutes later, a stainless steel clamp caught his foot mid air and dragged him to the Earth. 

Then Sue was thrown into a flower shop, Reed’s arm got broken, and Ben was smashed into a brick wall by Y/n taking a light pole and using him as batting practice. 

So, they needed a plan. A good one. To ensure none of them lost their lives at the hands of a fucking super soldier. And that innocent people are not caught in the crossfire either. Easier said than done. 

What Johnny was not expecting, however, in their strategy plan was for Y/n to be the one to confront them two weeks later by breaking into Baxter’s Building in the middle of the night. Disabling their security system to sneak inside where Johnny found her in the living room when he was on his way to get a glass of warm milk. Freezing in the entryway as a resounding *click* filled his ears. 

“Don’t move,” her voice followed, causing every muscle in Johnny’s body to stiffen. He didn’t have to see Y/n’s face to know it was her. He recognized her silhouette in the darkness due to the moonlight peeking through the blinds. Then confirmation came upon her flicking the switch of the living room, Johnny’s gaze landing on a gun trained on him that had a nozzle so big it looked like a cannon. 

“You’re the one they call the Human Torch,” her hands and eyes never wavered, pinning him where he stood. “Johnny Storm, correct?” He didn’t know whether to answer or not, so he simply nodded. Slow, like a snail would. Y/n relaxed her posture, but didn’t lower the gun. “I’m here to warn you and your friends,” the tone of voice caught Johnny off guard. On one hand it was serious, but on another it was pleading, “you need to back off. Stop coming after the Anarchists--they are becoming impatient with you getting in their way. Things are going to escalate, and more people are going to get hurt as a result. So, I highly advise you to let them go.”

Johnny raised his hands up, taking a hesitant step forward and when she didn’t tighten her hands on the gun he sighed in relief. “You know we can’t do that.” Her face tightened, so hard he was sure a vein was visible. Johnny spoke cautiously as to not trigger her, “they are terrorists, Y/n. They’re hurting innocent people to fuel their agenda, and it has to stop.”

“You know my name?” He nodded, nervous at how she straightened her posture the second her name left his lips.  

“We know you were part of the Winter Soldier program that was wiped out ten years ago. We know you were labeled KIA, and your entire record was buried by the government to hide their role in what you did.” Johnny lowered his hands to show he was not a threat, even though she was glaring at him like he was, “but we don’t know how you survived or why you are with the group we’re after.” He contemplated saying the next words, but knew the team needed insight to her length of her suspected powers. “And don’t know what they did to you for you to become….” he trailed off, but it was enough for her to get the implication. 

Y/n’s breath hitched, biting the inside of her cheek as she slowly lowered the gun, placing it back in its holster. “All you need to know,” her voice went an octave lower, “is that the next time they let me loose won’t be child’s play. The first was just a warning,” Her jaw ticked, face consuming with both regret and shame, “it’s why you are all still alive.” 

Johnny’s face turned with confusion, disturbed by the statement and the suggestion that Y/n had no control over the matter. “What are--what are you saying?” 

“Look,” she strained like it physically hurt to be telling him these things. “I’m risking everything by coming here tonight. You and your friends seem like good people, who want to protect the world, and I admire that despite what you may think. I’ve given you every reason to believe I am a rogue soldier but that is far from the truth.” The way her eyes shined made his stomach turn. “I cannot guarantee the next time we meet if you continue to pursue the anarchists, that they won’t make me…” she trails off, unable to finish the sentence leaving Johnny perplexed. 

He attempts to reason with her, offering a comforting smile and ignoring the alarm bells in his head, “Y/n, I promise you can trust me--trust us. We can help you if you tell us what they have on you.” She shakes her head.

“You can’t.”

Johnny refused to accept her answer. “Please--.”

“They’ll know I snuck out any minute, I must go now,” she straightens, swallowing thickly and Johnny stiffens when she reaches into her pocket, where she removes a silver flash drive and gently places it on the coffee table closest to her. Then the gun is trained on him once more and Johnny gulps, stepping back with his hands raised as Y/n backtrails toward the glass windows he now realized was missing a plane. Must’ve been how she got into the building in the first place.

“Y/n….”

“Remember my warning, Mr. Storm,” one foot stands on the edge, hand not holding the gun retrieving an object holstered on her back. “Don’t let our paths cross again.” Another gun-shaped weapon raises out the window, Y/n releasing the trigger where a grappling hook shoots off in the opposite direction and she finally breaks eye contact with Johnny to jump off into the city. 

Wide-eyed, Johnny rushes to the window, catching himself on the edge and is shocked to find no trace of Y/n. She vanished out of thin air. With a huff, Johnny backed away from the open plane and ran his hands through his air. ‘What the fuck just happened?’ he kept thinking, trying to wrap his mind around the fact Y/n was right there. 

‘Oh shit, the flash drive.’ Johnny stumbled over to the coffee table, tripping on the rug as he snatched the damn thing and raced out of the living room to wake up his family. As expected, they were irritated to be woken up in the middle of the night, but that annoyance turned into dumbstruck at the revelation Y/n was in the building and gave Johnny a flash drive. 

Yeah, they were curious to say the least. 

Gathering in the conference room, Reed plugged the drive into the computer and geared up the projector. They hovered close to the monitor, not wanting to miss a single detail of whatever the device contained. And boy were they in for a shocker, because the contents of the drive would be ingrained in their memory forever. 

“Oh my God,” Sue whispered in horror. Frozen in her chair as she stared at the image of Y/n strapped and gagged onto a stretcher with dozens of needles attached to IVs containing blue liquid embedded into her skin, and electrodes taped to her head. Dated the month after her squadron was killed.

From beside Sue, Johnny matched her affright, “What the hell did they do to her?” 

“So far the subject does not appear to be negatively affected by the infusion of the serum into the blood,” a voice spoke through the speakers, sending chills along their arms. Serum? “Usually by now the subject's heart would cease--for the body is unable to handle the radiation and heavy dose of potassium.”

Johnny’s head spun with a sudden wave of nausea that if he’d been standing instead of sitting it would’ve put him on his knees. Consumed with disbelief by what he just heard. He was no stranger to radiation, but unlike the Four who were accidentally exposed to it in space, Y/n was intentionally injected with it along with a lethal dose of potassium. Infusing the chemicals in her blood to purposefully alter her DNA.

Reed stroked his jaw, frowning at the monitor, “No wonder they’ve kept her hidden all these years. She was the first.” 

Johnny narrowed his brows, heart skipping at the tone of Reed’s voice, “The first what?” 

“The first super soldier.”

An eeriness fell over the room as the footage continued. The date now months later, Y/n still strapped to a stretcher--this time with steel chains and not leather, and electrodes attached to her temples. “Now that we’ve successfully completed phase one, it is time to begin phase two.” A man spoke off camera while another approached Y/n to check her vitals. “The sequence of the selected words must be repeated in the order for which they were installed. Once all have been relayed, the subject conscious shall be restrained, and fully at the disposal of its handler.” 

All the blood drained from Johnny’s face as the temperature in the room dropped, sending a chilling blast amongst the Four. Not even his godly levels of heat Johnny produced helped. It was as though they were drowning in the Arctic circle. 

“Meadow…..Decimal….Skyscraper,” The voice off camera articulated each word slowly and clearly. And the Four witnessed with dread as Y/n began to convulse against the restraints. Whimpering against the gag around her mouth as she fought to escape. 

“Reed…” the blonde stammered, leaning in his chair as he gripped the arms so tight his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

“You said when she spoke to you,” Reed spoke an octave lower, becoming pale as his chest tightened and hands clammed up. “She seemed different. More in control of herself.”

“Nocturn….Alpine…”

“Yes,” Johnny murmured as his breath hitched, his worst fear coming alive. 

Y/n’s muffled screams grew louder, thrashing so hard the metal squeaked. “Omaha….Windmill…..” Johnny heard Ben swear under his breath when the woman started banging her head against the hard surface of the stretcher in a desperate attempt to keep a grip on her mind. “Inferno…” Johnny felt the need to throw up, not taking his eyes off the screen as he tried to get the words out of his mouth.

“Reed, did they---are they--?” 

“Ladder….”

Reed finished for him, saying the unfathomable reality they were now faced with. Why Y/n seemed to be a robot during their first meeting, but normal not even an hour ago. Reed’s voice interlaced with the man they now knew was her handler. 

“They’re controlling her.”

“Severance.”

Johnny yelped, landing on the mat with Y/n’s weight pinning him down as she straddled his hips. He doesn’t even attempt to throw her off, conceding with a sigh, “I yield.” Her beautiful smile that Johnny adored plastered on her lips, head tilting as she chuckled. 

“So quick to admit defeat?”

“Maybe I just like having you on top of me.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but they were filled with amusement and Johnny smirked in victory considering she did not move. “Cheeky. That’ll get you killed, you know, if you’re not careful.” Johnny laughed, hands going to her waist where he let his thumbs skim over the skin showing from where her tank top came loose. 

“That’s why I have you there to save me.”

“And when I can’t be in two places at once?” she challenged, palms on his chest, feeling his warmth through the white t-shirt. 

Johnny playfully squeezed her, “Please, we both know we don’t let the other out of their sight.” 

“Touché,” Y/n laughed, leaning down to kiss his cheek before hauling herself off despite his protests. 

“Come back.”

Y/n slapped his hands away giggling as they reached for her, standing up straight and gesturing for him to follow. “You know the rules, Storm. Condition then cool down and then you can get your hands on me.” Johnny moved faster than the speed of light, pushing off the mat to stand. 

Together they did their normal conditioning routine. Five reps of five exercises. 10 Pushups that went into minute long planks. 10 Crunches that turned into 10 V-ups and 10 sit ups for a total of 50 altogether of each exercise. They ran sprints. Then ended with a ten-minute cool-down stretch. 

Once they were done they were out of breath and sweaty, desperate for a hot shower and food. Right on time too because as they went to retrieve their bags, Y/n tossing Johnny a towel to wipe the moisture off his forehead, Sue entered the gym. Smiling at the two as she said, “Oh good you guys are done for the day. Reed and Ben were thinking of oven roast chicken and vegetables with rolls for supper. Are you okay with that?”

“As long as it’s paired with a nice glass of chardonnay,” Y/n mused, screwing the top of her water bottle in place. 

Sue playfully rolled her eyes, amused by the joke considering they were all aware alcohol did nothing to Y/n. The serum unfortunately did not allow her to get drunk if she pleased. Still, Sue went along with the jest, “I’ll pour you the finest glass we have, Y/n. It’ll change your life.” 

The soldier winked, dropping the bottle in her bag and sliding her bare feet into her slides. “You always know the way to my heart, Storm.” Suddenly her vision was obscured by the same white towel she had given Johnny. “Hey!” 

“That’s enough flirting you two,” he scolded, tone lacking any anger. “For one, you’re married,” he pointed at his sister. “And two,” his finger moved to Y/n. “You’re also married. To me in case you’ve forgotten.” 

Y/n snorted, matching Sue’s amused expression and wrapped an arm around Johnny’s waist while the other hauled the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “Alright, baby, let’s get the hell out of here. I recall you promising me a night on the town after dinner?” She felt his arm go around her shoulders, pulling her close to them as they followed Sue out of the gym, lips attaching to her temple.

“Prepare yourself, darling, for the best night of your life.”

Y/n’s face turned serious, staring at him with a look that made his heart race. It was full of devotion, the type of love one dreams for with the person they were meant to be partners in life. Like when there’s a star in the night sky shining brighter than all the others one can’t help but stop and stare. 

“Every night is the best night with you,” she interlaced her fingers with the hand resting on her shoulder. “Ever since you saved me from them and gave me the chance when the world told you not to, I’ve cherished every minute spent with you. The serum might have made me strong, but you are my strength, Johnny Storm.”

[strazki]

School Bus Graveyard headcanons no one asked for but will still get 😤

Ashlyn has autism. Honestly pretty much canon at this point, considering what we've seen of her, but still

The whole group took a hot second to adjust, but they are now so accommodating to it

Obviously there's the noise issues, but they also recognize when she needs to be alone, and they don't bother her too much about her being so asocial

I’m projecting but I just love these guys

ANYWAY, on a completely different subject, I think Taylor is actually a really good singer! She's just very shy about it

I also think Aiden can definitely play drumset

Top that off with Tyler canonically playing guitar, all you need to do is give Ben a bass or something and then they're basically just a little band!

I think they would be called the Phantoms or some shit like that

Ashlyn can do backup vocals, and I love my boy Logan but he's giving stage manager vibes a little bit lol

Someone's gotta do it

Taylor and Tyler share their clothes all the time. We already see that they have the same room, which most likely means the same closet, and since the two of them have a relatively similar build (and thus, similar clothing sizes), they just don't really bother separating their clothes (probably why they're matching so often)

Aiden does so much stupid rich kid shit. Not obnoxiously, but just out of a lack of understanding

Probably says some shit to the others like "Wait, your parents didn't get you a car? I know we can't drive yet, but you can still like... take pictures with it."

Bro has no idea he's that rich

The twins absolutely love going over to Ashlyn's place to get self-defense training from Mike and Emma. With their father being gone for a while, and their mom being not all there (for lack of a better description), it's been a long time since they've had a stable parental figure in their lives

Ashlyn's parents are just so nice to them and treat them like their own kids. I just think it's something they needed in their life that they found in an unexpected place :(

Ben loves to paint! He took up art and drawing ever since he lost his voice, and finds painting specifically very calming

He's been working on portraits for each of his friends that are all lying half-finished around his room

Even when he finishes them, though, he probably wouldn't show them for a while because he's quite nervous about it

If he DOES show them, he would definitely give Taylor her's first, because that's who he feels closest to

She cries

I feel like Logan, with working at the flower shop and all that, probably spends a bit of time putting together little bouquets for his friends

Not as like a grand show of affection, but just little gifts to show his appreciation for them being around and caring about him

Probably personalizes them a LOT too. Not only does he coordinate them to match the favorite colors/flowers of the person he's making them for, but he knows all the symbolic meanings behind each flower

Like, for example, I bet he gets yellow roses for Ben to signify friendship, and pink roses for Ashlyn to signify gratitude, that sort of stuff

His love language is gift giving and he's never had friends as close as these guys, leave him alone >:[

Okay that's all I got right now send tweet

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Aidlyn/Ashden: good lord the chemistry. the 'he fell first but she fell harder' trope. the lil gestures by aiden. him annoying tf out of her but also becoming very caring when she's hurt. I'M SO CALM RN GUYS. and the fact that them ending up together is inevitable lmfao XD 9/10

Benlor: FUCKKK IM SERIOUSLY NOT OK THESE TWO ARE JUST SO PURE AND SWEET TO EACH OTHER. ESPECIALLY TAYLOR TOWARDS HIM, cuz he kinda suppresses his feelings and is a sad boi :( dw ben taylor's gonna make you feel happy again fosho lmao 😭 the lil blushing ben always does around taylor! her supporting his ideas even tho they flop! her helping him calm down from barron through music! her always cheering him up whenever he's gloomy! her being the first to thank him for opening up! THEY'RE LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF SHE FELL FIRST BUT HE FELL HARDER! GOD IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM 😭😭😭 10/10

Tylenol/Tylo: i never thought of the prospect of them together, but post tumblr i must say its interesting. not just them being the single ones in the team, but i like the way tyler defended logan against barron, and his general protective aura around logan. but then again tyler was kinda rude to logan in the start. idk it just gives me the ick 4/10

Tyden: LMAO the continuous saga of them pissing tf out of each other. it would be fuckin hilarious if they somehow end up together. but apart from the general hilarious bickering, there's not too much to it 5/10

Tayden: goddamn their friendship is so precious!! her painting his nails? her carrying him on his shoulders in dat one artwork?PURE BESTIE VIBES they just match each other's freak lmfao. 8/10

Logden: meh there are not any significant moments between these two. 1/10

Loglor/Taygan: no but why can i actually see this happening lol. the way theyre both so gentle around each other! then the way she was the first to help him when he got slashed by the phantom? and also the way she stood up for him when tyler was being rude? AND the lil hugs they give each other which none of the duos in the gang give? Cute af! 7/10

Benlyn: ooh the two quiet people of the gang! they could work out really well bcoz they definitely understand each other's struggles with muteness and phantom hearing respectively. plus that panel of ben braiding ashlyn's hair was so cute lmao :> 7/10

Loglyn: AAA they have sm potential!!! before the events of yk the whole ✨sAvAnNaH✨ mess, i feel like they wouldve been each other's only existing acquaintance they may call friends (ik it's not canon but it's very plausible lol) 6/10

Benlo/Logben: theyd definitely be good together, it's just that my sbg memory is failing to recall any significant moments b/w them ;-; if y'all remember pls do tell 2/10

Tyben: what is with the hernandez siblings always ending up being bens biggest supporters lmao XD it's a cute dynamic honestly 4/10

Taylyn: now this is one freakin adorable ship TvT. the way taylor always had a slight pang of concern for a friendless lonely ashlyn when they were kids? and the way they quite frankly became besties after enduring all the phantom world shit? very sweet, both platonic and romantic lmao 6/10

Tylyn/Ashler: i have been usurped into the tylyn propaganda by @tragedry honestly I DO NOT COMPLAIN. like holy fuck they're so enemies to lovers! them "loathing" each other, fighting for leadership, but then immediately becoming possibly the biggest protectors of each other in times of danger??? extremely wholesome lmao i love them smmm 9/10

SO THE TOP SHIPS ARE:

4. tie b/w TAYGAN and BENLYN (the rarepairs that just make sense) 😌👌

3. TAYDEN (the crack ship) 😈🔥🥉

2. tie b/w TYLYN and AIDLYN (the wholesome ships) 😍❗🥈

1. BENLOR (THE PUREST SWEETEST MOST ADORABLE GOOFS EVERR I-) 🥺❤🥇

[stillaclownlol]

Im BACK :) (nobody noticed I left LMAO) with HEADCANONS

For...nailpolish...

Ashlyn: She keeps her nails really short and blunt because The Autism and she actually hates when people touch her nails. Taylor beggggggggggeeeeeed to let her paint them tho and eventually she relented. Prefers darker colors, and she only keeps them on for the first day/night, the second they start peeling she cleans them off cuz the texture bothers her

Taylor: LOOOOOVES nail polish :))) she always buys cheap brands from like Claires tho so her nail polish is usually flaking. She likes all colors but she gravitates more towards brighter colors and glitter polish. She really likes stickers and patterns too. She wishes she had the time to experiment with long nails and gems and stuff like that but she doesn't have the money and they would interfere with her mechanics class, so she usually she keeps em short.

Tyler: short and neat, doesn't want to bend a nail or smth during baseball. He doesn't really loooooove painting his nails, but if Taylor asks him he'll let her practice on him, and secretly he likes matching with her <3

Ben: he's actually interested in it but he was worried a long time that people would make fun of them. His nails are usually long cuz he forgets to cut them and kinda dirty because he's constantly got pencil lead under them. Eventually Tay convinced him to try, but his fingers are really big so he was having a hard time doing it, so she did it for him (benlor shippers get your food). Mostly likes pastels :)

Logan: his nails are short because it bugs him when he gets dirt under them while gardening. Not really smth he thinks about but he won't say no if Tay offers. He likes astronomy related stickers tho (like stars and planets) and glitter polish

Aiden: he has gross hands sorry guys. Constantly covered/has under his nails marker, pencil, dirt, dead skin- just. Yuck. If Tay wants to paint his nails they gotta do a whole routine. he bites his fingers sometimes so they're all different lengths. sometimes he just bites the nail off so the ends are either jagged or really long cuz he always forgets to cut them. He bends and breaks them a lot while doing sports too. He likes coloring them with a Sharpie in class while he's bored, but if Tay does them he prefers bold colors and glitter, and ofc lots of stickers. When he paints them himself ofc the color gets all over his fingers smh...he bought long nails just for fun but he wouldn't wear them seriously since they kinda get in the way of stuff he likes doing.

[blackkmariah]

heyyyyyyy what do you think soldier boy would call Sam's private parts?

happy samboy saturday btw!

Sorry, this ended up being Samboy Sunday. I didn't want to wait until next week to post.

tags: forced feminization, blood as lube, spit as lube, kind of dp but it's just cock + fingers, does that have a name?

Soldier Boy being an asshole, I'm obsessed with him using the similarity with Dean to his advantage and to shame Sam. Hint of Wincest, but I'd say that's a given.

Sometimes he'd ignore Sam has a dick. He'd rarely touch it, if ever. Or Sam in general, unless he wants to keep him in a certain position, but there would be a lot of forced feminization.

hole: simple, but effective. Not much creativity there but it's the least degrading one, might be why he likes using others more.

boypussy: would use it less. He kind of wants to ignore the fact that Sam is a man. It's too long, doesn't roll off his tongue as easily as other terms. There's certain power in fucking someone of Sam's size, although no one is match for Soldier Boy, of course. He loved the effect it had on Sam the first time he used it, it seemed to bring memories back— Sam closed his eyes with force, whole body tensing as he grunted out a “you're not real” and Ben thought that this guy was losing it. Sam passed out not long after that and was a mess when he woke up and doesn't remember anything. Ben played along, thinking it was all an act, but decided to pry later and see what that was all about.

pussy: one of Ben's favorites. Sam buys lube one day, tells Ben about it with rosy cheeks. He's embarrassed without knowing why and that makes him feel more embarrassed. He uses more than necessary, partially on purpose, but also because he's too fucking nervous. Sam had been using spit instead but he's tired of being achy all the time. Ben touches Sam for the first time, intrigued by the clear substance coating the man's walls. “Look at your pussy all wet for me,” Ben scissors his fingers, spreading him wider a lot easier than other times. “Knew you weren't a virgin. Did this Dean dude popped your cherry, Sammy?”

cunt: another favorite— would use it when he's feeling more aggressive. Sure it could be all the time with Soldier Boy, but especially if he's pissed. Sam always lets the supe take his anger out on him, trying to save as many civilians as possible, which frustrates the hell out of Ben and takes his anger out on the boy. He likes Looking at Sam in these moments, eyes switching from his bleeding Hole to the man's teary face. He teases his rim, sore from the rough fucking and painted red because he got tired of waiting. Blood works just fine, the proof is his index finger slipping in easily, Sammy gasps and throws his head back, he lets out a cry when Ben adds another digit. “Look at your greedy cunt, you could take another cock in here— maybe Dean's?”

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VII)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 3.2k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: sexual tension, suggestive stuff.

Notes: bonding chapter of this slow burn aaaa thanks again for reading :D

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @soldirboy @deans-spinster-witch

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

GEN MASTERLIST! — SERIES MASTERLIST!

Part VII: No More Doubts

When you left the motel early after a quick and dull breakfast, Ben was a pain in the ass as he kept asking question after question on the road. You knew he could just leave you alone but it wasn’t really something you’d like him to do. He was a fugitive, so were you. Soldier Boy knew better than that and he only had to stay by your side as much as he hated the idea. The only thing you could truly answer was that you were driving to a safer place. At least you were hoping it was. When you pulled the car after driving hours between the grove, Soldier Boy was waking up from his nap. You thanked heaven for that.

“We’re here,” you announced, turning off the engine.

Ben stirred on his seat, taking in the view of the house and nature and got out of your car, following you to the front door. He couldn’t help but to look around in somewhat awe. It was a large cottage-style house decorated with earth tones, great walls and columns. The place was surrounded by countless trees, making the weather bearable and somewhat nice due to the hidden location. The leaves climbed on some of the windows and the plants and flowers rested on the ground perfectly neat. He assumed you came here often. But it wasn’t really the place you used to come by and sleep every single day. It was too far away from the facility. As you unlocked the door, Ben followed inside, not without taking a last glance at your surroundings. No homes were near, nothing was to be seen. Only you and him inside this big fucking house.

The indoors were no different from the impression he got first. The decoration, the expensive sofa where you threw the sports bag, and the paintings and pots all over the place were saying you were rich. Of course, a fucking rich whore you were, he thought to himself. And he wondered where your real place was located.

“So, I’m gonna show you a guest room and then around, please don’t screw my house,” you said, giving him the sports bag.

“Got something to drink?” he asked, a smirk plastering on his face as he stepped closer to where you were standing.

“Water I do.”

Ben chuckled for a bit, eyes not leaving your face. “You’re so fucking boring, you know?”

“Yeah, well, alcohol is not really an important supply. Just follow me and maybe I’ll get you some later,” you said, turning around to get to the stairs.

You knew he did as you asked when his big steps echoed around the place. Once you were on the second floor, you motioned him to the next room a couple of feet away from yours and gave him directions about the bathroom and the manners. If he was going to be in your place, then he had to behave.

“I told you already, I’m not a fucking animal,” he complained after hearing your orders.

“Sure,” you dragged the word, eyes narrowed. “Because last night you were so civilized in the bathroom.”

He scoffed and then chuckled. “Did I get too loud?”

“You fucking tell me,” you replied with a much annoying smile on your face to match his own.

“Could’ve joined me. We’re not patient and doctor anymore,” 

“No.”

Just as the last word fell off your lips, your phone rang. Quickly you took the call, realizing it was Grace. You left Soldier Boy in his room and walked down the stairs a little too fast.

“You made it?” she asked on the other line.

“Yeah, arrived just minutes ago,” you answered, checking the stairs in case he followed. “Where are you, Grace?”

“That doesn’t matter. I have something for you.”

“Okay, tell me.”

“I will text you an address and an hour. Today. Don’t miss it.”

Your phone buzzed, announcing the information had arrived.

“I won’t.”

“I’ll keep calling through different phone numbers. Do what you have to do to complete the cure,” she said, like if she knew what was happening between both now.

Soldier Boy was unbearable but you had to keep him on track. Luckily, you were back home again and you’ll be working on the Anti V soon, praying the last bits of information and results of the last test were there for some reason.

“I’m doing my best,” you sighed.

Grace hummed.

“Good.”

“Any updates so far?”

Ben’s smooth voice woke you up from your daydreaming while you sat together in the dining room.

You had been able to make something quick for lunch after Grace called and you found yourself all jittery and tense, hoping Soldier Boy wouldn’t notice. But he did sense something different from you. So he kept insisting on what was going on.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, taking the last sip of water from your glass. You avoided his eyes, looking away.

He rolled his eyes and narrowed at you. “Has your office contacted you?” 

You shook your head.

“So they’re dead,” he said. Not asking, but affirming it.

A heavy sigh left your lips, your eyes going back to his harsh ones. “Leaving was the best.”

“Who’s that you keep in touch with?”

“What?”

Ben groaned slightly before snapping back with a low voice. “C’mon, Y/N. You called yesterday on the road, and now you receive a call. Who the fuck is it?”

His question is not just an inquiry anymore. He’s demanding to know. But you also know he hated Grace Mallory for putting him to sleep again, confined to a chamber where he’d be a trophy for the government to do whatever they wanted, how they wanted. Until you appeared, offering him empty words. Just like everyone.

“My superior.”

Your answer hit him like a truck. He knew it was Grace, but he didn’t like hearing it from you. 

The truth was, Ben didn’t like you… Not that much. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes he wanted to kill you, sometimes the small common sense he still had on his head would say you’d be better alive. He had been thinking of going away, but not he didn’t really want to. He knew you had been working with Grace, he was no idiot. So maybe staying close should get him even closer to Homelander and Vought. He also thought of Ryan back in the cell you had put him in. He was so damn afraid Ryan would become like his father. And since the brat has been protected before by many people, finding would not be easy. That’s where your contacts and network would be a help to him. He was hoping to find something at your place to find them and the information he craved.

“Right,” he said, alarmingly calm and quiet. He took the last bite of pasta on the plate and swallowed down in silence under your gaze. You didn’t know what else to say.

“So, these powers of yours,” he continued, drinking the last sip of juice. “How’d you get them?”

“Why do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I mean, they’re pretty fucking useless against me,” his words made you chuckle. Of course you knew that. “But I’m just wondering if you’d be with them.”

Your face turned back to a somber demeanor. “The Seven?”

He gave you a nod.

“Well, it’s not like all supes dream of that,” you uttered. “I just wanted to be normal.”

Ben raised a brow at your sudden confession. “Someone exploded everyone’s heads at the CIA. Sorry to say, sweetheart, but you suck at being normal.”

“Yeah, details I have to work with.”

“I take it you never went to them,” he continued and saw confusion on your face. “Vought.”

The word made you shudder for a slight moment, and you quickly tried to collect yourself to avoid him noticing.

“No, I never did.”

He scrutinized your eyes, hearing the poor increase of your heartbeats. They were enough to tell him something was wrong. But he decided to play along, so he nodded and gave you a rather compassionate look.

“Must be thankful they didn’t fuck up your life then.”

He had no idea.

You had parked the car outside an abandoned gas station; it was one of the nearest grocery stores to your home years ago. The now wasteland was almost two hours away, with a gas station around ten miles elsewhere. You had been waiting for Grace outside the car, leaning against the hood. Bored, you checked your phone again. When you arrived it was already past three o’clock. When twenty minutes went by, you wanted so badly to drive and get inside the next store you see and buy yourself food and supplies enough to survive a week or two with the idiotic supe now staying at your home. Grace said would be calling through a different phone but you received no calls so far. You’ve been waiting for more than an hour and the drive home wasn’t going to be shorter. Suddenly another car came into sight, pulling over near yours. Two men came out of it.

“Doctor Y/N?”

The stranger with the unknown voice and a weird accent caught your attention. Soon, you found the two tall men standing in front of you in the parking lot.

“We’re here on behalf of Grace Mallory,” the man continued.

He wore a long dark trench coat, looking rough and intimidating. The total opposite to the younger one, who gave you a kind smile once your eyes settled on him.

“How-”

“We have something for you,” the younger man continued. “I’m Hughie. Hughie Campbell,” he introduced himself, giving you a hand and fixing the backpack on his shoulder with the other one. You took it after a moment of hesitation. “He’s Billy Butcher, we’ve worked with Grace before.”

You nodded. “I thought she was the one coming.”

“She’s not in shape for that,” Billy answered. He realized your face changed at his words and quickly explained himself. “Vought’s cunts are looking for her, not safe.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. “Great, awesome. So what do you have for me?”

“We, uhm, we made it to your facility and thought these could do some help,” Hughie took out a pouch and gave it to you.

With trembling hands you opened the pouch and sighed in relief. Five test tubes of the Anti V prototype were laid there. “You found them.”

“And we found a little bit more,” Butcher continued. “Victoria Neuman exploded the heads of your employees back there. We believe Vought had been sneaking and getting spies for themselves.”

“Victoria is a supe,” you voiced out. “A supe is running for vice president…”

“Yeah, long story,” Hughie commented. “She’s obviously linked with Homelander and Vought. Everyone was dead when we arrived; lab assistants, guards, agents, the supes… We believe her mission was to just let you and Soldier Boy out, besides stealing information about the cure you’re working on. Probably to give it to Vought.”

“Anything weird happen there before the attack?” Billy asked, not giving you time to swallow Hughie’s words.

“Uhm, yeah. Actually my lab assistant… She tried to warn me and, well, she was crying and asking me to leave. I didn’t know why until her head just- you know…”

You choked a little with your words. The picture of her body and the last seconds of her life were all you got. Everything was equally horrible that day.

“I’m sorry,” Hughie whispered.

“It’s fine,” you cleared your throat. “And I assume you didn’t find anything else? Information? Files?”

“Computers were destroyed. No files. No info. Nothing,” Butcher answered. “Grace says you’re the leader of the project. You have copies, right?”

“Why everybody keeps fucking asking me that? Of course I do!” you almost yelled, eyes full of rage staring at him.

“Easy there, doc,” Butcher lifted up his hands in surrender. “We just wanna get rid of those cunt supes as much as you want. Nothing wrong to make sure.”

“Well, I do have them,” you replied with a cocky smile. “Thank you very much for your concern, Adele.”

Butcher rolled his eyes, sharing a look with Hughie before switching his attention back to you.

“Yeah, sure you do, luv.”

It was already seven o’clock when you arrived home with supplies and food. Ben, as usually, acted like a fucking caveman claiming he was hungry and you had to act like the housewife, serving him a fucking hamburger and a glass of wine. That was the only liquor you bought. Despite his complaints, his hunger was greater and he devoured the greasy food with no table manners at all.

“You could chew your food like a fucking human being, you know,” you said, eating the last french fries you had. 

He turned his eyes to your face, pointing with his finger. “You were gone for like five hours.”

“So? There’s fruit in the fridge.”

Ben narrowed his gaze, like if he had been offended.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to serve something for yourself,” you teased. He didn’t say a word, and you giggled. “That’s fucking pathetic.”

He leaned towards the dining table, eyes locked on yours. “No, you just don’t know your fucking place, woman.”

“I just saved your life, Ben. At least say thanks,” you beamed, having too much fun by seeing him upset for mundane things.

“No, you didn’t.”

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine. “Fine. I didn’t. Let’s go past this and start over. If you’re gonna live here, for now, then you’ll have to learn how to respect me.”

His brows raised. “I thought I already did.”

“Offering yourself to fuck me in a cheap motel is not respectful, Soldier Boy.”

“Well, I didn’t try anything, did I?” Ben finished his sentence at the same time he finished his dinner.

He waited for a smart comeback from you but it never came. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and a stupid grin appeared on his lips. “Unless you want to.”

“No, we’ve been through it. My answer is still no.”

“Then, mind to fucking tell me if you found something by now?”

He changed the topic swiftly. His playful demeanor switched immediately and you sighed, knowing he might have to hear anything to keep him down.

“You’re in danger.”

“I’m the strongest supe ever, that doesn’t make any damn sense,” Ben scoffed.

“Listen, we need to hide from Vought. Hide and not leave a trace, because now I’m involved with you and they’re absolutely looking for your ass,” you gave him a stern look as you went on. “If I fall, you go with me. And if you fall, then I don’t know if they’d still want me. But you’ll be fucked anyway.”

Ben nodded. In his mind, it didn’t sound like a bad plan. In the end, that’s what he wanted; to get closer to Vought and Homelander to get over with them. The world didn’t deserve those fuckers. And as much as Homelander was created with his own DNA, he knew better than to let a scum like him walk around the planet. You already gave him something, a clue. He had to play along for now. If they took you in first, then he might probably bargain to be him instead. It was only fair. He was the one that mattered anyway.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll stay here. But I don’t want those fucking therapies anymore,” he expressed, his gaze not moving away from the surprised look on your face. “Understand?”

You blinked a couple of times, shifting on your seat and chuckling under your breath. “It’s fine, believe me. I can’t stand you more than you do.”

Ben held your gaze, daring you to try something else. Instead, you smiled and got up and took your empty dishes to the sink. His eyes followed your moves, focusing on your small shorts and the softness of your legs. And you knew he was definitely checking you out when you talked.

“By the way, you’ll have to help me wash the dishes.”

He stood up, plates on his hands and walked behind your figure, putting them on the sink as you opened the faucet. His arms surrounded you once he did so and you flinched a bit. Ben smirked, feeling the reaction of your body trapped against his.

“Get away,” you ordered in a whisper, unable to move.

“I’m helping you, Y/N,” he breathed your name against your neck, his hand wrapping on yours gripping on the edge of the sink.

The only sound now was his hot breath on your skin and the water flowing. You quickly turned the faucet off, but you didn’t try to push him away.

It was the second time during the day he had said your name, ever. And you wouldn’t deny it sounded fucking delightful. He had only addressed you as his ‘doctor’, but now it was different. Though, you didn’t want to give into him. He was a huge douchebag and you were basically forced to spend time with him, in your home, without really wanting him there. You felt his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, and the primal part of you yearned for his touch, but the rational one won over and you freed yourself from his arms.

“Stop doing that,” you warned once you were face to face. His eyes were dark already and had a sparkle you knew too much since the day before.

“Alright,” he nodded.

“Just- let’s just wash these. I want to sleep.”

With a tired sigh, you walked down the basement. It was already midnight and Ben was locked inside his room, probably jerking off or something since you, once again, rejected him in your kitchen. Inside the dark room, you found the metal door that let you inside the bunker and unlocked it with the code. When you stepped in, you made sure to turn on the power and lights that illuminated the room and the small lab in the back. The computers started to run and you sat down on the main monitor, leaving the pouch with the Anti V tubes on the side of the desk.

Yeah, you might have told Butcher and Grace you had copies of every detail of the project. But you were afraid of the last stuff you discovered just before the attack. You knew well how the information was protected and encrypted, but it didn’t really assure you the profile of Solaris would be there. He was the first and last supe who had his powers off for a couple of hours at least and the feeling of losing it all had been eating you the last few hours after meeting with Grace’s messengers.

It took you a while to decrypt the system, something you had been already used to doing every time you got there to keep working on it, just to make sure no one would steal it. Hopefully, Vought hadn’t discovered it before destroying the facilities, you thought. And after a while, you found the last updates of the last test your team ran. Solaris profile and test was there. Not just in written letters, but the footage of the test and the exact formula that was used too. Now, you were so lucky.

“Well, thank you, Bianca. Wherever you are,” you whispered to yourself and took a tube from the pouch the men gave you earlier. You had a busy night ahead.

[mlqueen89]

Six Sentence Sunday

since i'm still slaving away over the next chapter of my jake seresin x ofc fic, here's some more glen!

i can do it with a broken heart - glen powell x ofc (wip)

Aimee was hunched over her laptop in her trailer, a half-eaten granola bar abandoned next to her as she furiously typed out revisions.

Isla had sent her no less than 9.5 texts (.5 being an emoji with its head exploding) in the span of three hours and Aimee was determined to finish up before she collapsed, exhaustion and starvation winning out over the hyperfocus that kept her fingers flying over the keys. A stack of crumpled notes littered the small table beside her, casualties of her frustrated scribbles, notes and to-dos alike.

The crumpled to-do sticky note that reminded her to change her phone number and not give it to Isla was somewhere in that pile. She'd just have to write another note to remind herself of that reminder.

Isla had asked, no, begged, Aimee to take another shot at the scene on the writing end. It was a rewrite of the kiss, or writing out an Ivy death scene.

I swear to-- Isla had whisper yelled, evening out her tone as her assistant mad scribbled notes, I'll replace her if I have to. We'll get another Ivy or just another love interest. We'll just say based on the book, instead of screen adaptation.

For confirmation on this, Isla had looked up as her assistant, Missy, who was already shaking her head, the mop of red, curly hair pinned into a high, swishing ponytail, flopping around her face as she drew her hand across her throat. No budget, Missy had rasped with a grimace, an attempt to match the conspiratorial theme.

Aimee, Isla had grasped Aimee by the shoulders by now, please. Work your magic, fix this.

The Ivy and Ben kiss scene needed more depth, more weight—Isla had tutted Aimee after they'd had to call it a day without the pivotal shot because Lila just wasn’t getting it--the subtle undertones, the spark, even after Aimee had nailed it with Glen in just one reference run-through. Aimee worked past the sudden lump in her throat, her heart suddenly racing with the memory, her stomach dropping as the feelings played through her body, even now. That had been weeks ago. Weeks when they'd cycled through other shots and had finally come back to this one with no luck.

When the knock at the door a few feet away shook her out of her head, Aimee answered too quickly, her voice pitched as if she'd been caught red-handed. As if her feelings were painted across her forehead in neon lettering. "Yup. Yeah, come in."

A sharp stab of light immediately had her squinting as the door swung open.

"Jesus, Wright--" Glen took the two short stairs into the trailer in one long-legged step. There was a rustle of a takeout bag balanced in his one hand and the two coffee cups in the other and suddenly, the small space was filled with the smell of fresh caffeine and MSG.

Aimee groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over her face. “I hiss at the daylight, intruder,” she intoned. “I am one with the darkness. The light, it burns.”

Even as she said it, there was a small part of her that chased after the words as they left her mouth. Why was she so weird sometimes?

She expected a comment from Glen in his usual tone, about how it tracked, what with her pale skin and her near Victorian era orphan on their deathbed vibe. She even had the response lined up, Nope, just Canadian. Born of snow, ice and apologies and all that.

Instead, Aimee could almost hear the eyeroll, sense the smirk as he spoke. “It’s literally six p.m. and you’ve been in here all day, haven’t you?” She could hear him move toward the small kitchenette to her right and the rustle of the bag told her he'd set the food down. “Have you eaten anything?"

“Maybe,” she said, peeking out from under her arm. Her stomach growled, as if on cue.

"I meant other than a stale granola bar.”

"I've absorbed the essence of Isla's anxiety and I've eaten my words, with an in-season side of healthy superstition," Aimee struggled to keep a straight face, "I didn't knock on wood last week when I said this can't get any worse. Very avant-garde, it only costs an ounce of my sanity and about 90 seconds off my life, per serving."

Glen tsked, shaking his head as he unpacked the food.

Taking a moment to scan him, standing in her trailer, shuffling things around on the counter feet away from her like it was a normal, every day thing he did, Aimee processed. She could peg his outfit (blue dress shirt, rolled up on his forearm and a dark pair of jeans) as the costume from the third scene in the second act, the one where Ben takes Ivy dancing. 6 p.m. he'd said -- this was his break from set. Here he was talking to her about taking breaks and he hadn't even had a minute to relax himself. Nevermind the time it had taken him to wrangle food.

It took Aimee a moment to stop staring when he spoke again, his eyes (thankfully) not turned back to her yet--how was it that he managed to look this good in anything? “C’mon, take a break.”

Aimee sighed, carefully saving her document before swiveling toward him. “Actually, I was about to run the rewrite by you. Since you’re here, feeding me and saving me from running around looking for you, I figure I can exploit you for your opinion.”

Glen handed her a takeout container as she approached and leaned against the counter. “Hit me.”

Aimee cleared her throat and read through the scene, pacing slightly, laptop balanced in one hand as she spoke, getting lost in the rhythm of the dialogue. She moved her hands, animated, not allowing herself to imagine that the words she wrote would be words Glen spoke, actions he took. Seeing his face when she wrote for Ben was becoming distracting. She'd caught herself once or twice in the last week writing as if Ben and Glen were one and the same, her heart racing and her mind wandering before she realized her mistake. As she erased four pages, her index finger jamming the 'delete' button, she had silently vowed she would stop listening to his voice messages to her (while she wrote) about the importance of cilantro on tacos and how, through personal experience, koalas were really actually menaces hiding behind cute fluffy exteriors. This train of casual conversation on his part had sent her mind off on a trajectory that had her crash landing into thoughts about Anybody But You and blushing furiously. She would have to keep reminding herself to keep on task because she was beginning to realize she didn't hate the way he filled her head like sand between the cracks in her already fragile being, her already unbalanced life.

She'd write a sticky note for that.

To-Do: keep Glen and Ben separate.

On the reverse she'd write: Reminder: Don't fall for him, with a qualifying doodle of a broken heart and a sad face.

Was this what her therapist had meant about using humour to deflect real feelings? Possibly.

When she finished, cursor blinking at the end of the last sentence on her screen, she looked up at Glen expectantly.

He nodded thoughtfully for a moment. “It’s good. Better than what the scripting people got... But you know that already. Can I give you a note?”

She gestured for him to continue, taking the moment to step toward the takeout container, cracking it open and grabbing a forkful of food from the place she'd told him she loved exactly once as he waited by her while the crew reset a scene.

“Alright,” he said, setting his drink down. “So, you know about the 90/10 rule, right?”

Aimee frowned, shaking her head after a moment of flipping through the back of her mind and finding nothing there. “What, is that a baseball thing?”

Glen chuckled. “No, it’s a kind of unspoken rule for first kisses. You go 90% of the way, and you let the other person come the last 10%. It’s about reading the moment, giving the other person the choice. Anticipation, patience.”

Aimee snorted before she could stop herself. “That is not a thing.”

“It is absolutely a thing,” Glen countered, eyes dancing with amusement. Aimee hated the way he made her stomach do weird squiggly things and he obviously had no idea. “You’ve definitely experienced it.”

“Hard no. Usually, guys just," Aimee shrugged, her eyes drawn down to the food in front of her, stabbing aimlessly at a broccoli floret, "I dunno, lean in and hope for the best?”

“Then they’re doing it wrong.” Glen dropped his fork into the takeout container, rolling his shoulders as he straightened and took a step closer to where she stood. Not close enough to crowd her, but enough that she noticed. Enough that he was in her orbit. Enough that she could smell his cologne and sun warmed skin.

Aimee narrowed her eyes, but she still had to tilt her chin to look up at him from where she stood. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

His voice was smooth, calm. He leaned in just slightly, his gaze holding hers. He reached out, his fingers brushing the short strand of hair dangling over her ear and tucking it away. His eyes dropped down to her lips, just a flicker, and then… he stopped. Close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off him, but not close enough to touch.

Aimee’s breath caught, the realization slow to register in her hazy mind. He’s doing it.

Her stomach flipped, that not unfamiliar pull tightening in her chest. The silence stretched, the space between them humming with something unspoken. Without thinking, she tilted forward—just slightly.

And then Glen pulled back, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips. “See?” he murmured. “The 90/10 rule. It’s a thing.”

Aimee blinked, heat creeping up her neck. She scrambled for something—anything—to say, scoffing as she turned back toward her laptop. “That doesn’t prove anything.”

“Sure it doesn’t.” Glen grabbed his drink again, grinning as he took a sip. "Just add it anyway."

i can do it with a broken heart - glen powell x ofc

a/n: sorry guys, i've teased a kiss... twice in three parts. imagine what i'm not showing you. i'm like a dragon, hoarding the gold. i will reveal that there's a fake dating trope in here somewhere.

tags for this wip: @readingislife @marrianena @dizzybee03 @lunatygerqueen @mrsevans90

@avengersfan25 @obsessed-fan-alert @khouse712 @yuckosworld @marvelouslyme96

@writergirl28 @tgmreader @qutequeersstuff @cardi-bre91 @queenslandlover-93

@stoneyggirl2

[webhead010]

-Creepypasta dating hc-

[ And Marble Hornets]

Author's note: This is what I think It would be like, you don't need to agree

Divider: @cafekitsune

Characters: Toby Rogers, Nina Hopkins, Jeff Woods, Tim Wright, Brian Thomas, Liu Woods,Kate the chaser, Ben Drowned, and Jane Richardson

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❥ Toby Rogers:

– Let's be honest, he would NOT be abusive like some people say 😞

– I see him as a serious but lovely person

– He would probably not accept he was in love (and he believed that he wasn't loveable)

– If he was the first one to confess, he would have a big difficulty and would probably stutter a lot

– Now If the person confess first, he will be the most happy person ever

– BUT! Nothing is perfect, he would be always worried with his s/o because of Slenderman, and he wouldn't let his s/o close with the other proxies afraid that they could hurt them

– If he is on a mission, I can see him bringing something as a little gift (Ex: Like pretty rocks that he saw and thinked of them, or little flowers, maybe a candy...)

– If he is stressed, no, he wouldn't hit them or punch them or hurt them, he would probably get out of the place and wait until he is calm (please, remember, his father was an abusive person, he don't want to be like him)

– And If he accidentally hurt them, he would apologize sm, and would stay away from them at least for one week thinking how wrong he was for do that

– I think he craves touch but is too afraid to ask for that, and at the same time he don't want to be touched, it's complicated

– I think he would hyperfixate on them, I mean, he doesn't have very much funny on his melancholic life, so when he finally got something that bring him happiness, he would totally focus on that

– One of his ways to show affection is literally talking. Seriously, I totally see him chatting with his s/o like there's no tomorrow, and If he is talking with them, is because he trust them sm

❥ Nina Hopkins:

– You will NOT put in my head that she isn't a good girlfriend

– She will totally be jealous with them but she wouldn't be a bad girlfriend

– She would paint her and their nails (It doesn't matter If It's a boy or girl, she would do that while chatting with them)

– I don't see her as a stressed person, so I don't think she would fight with her s/o

– Totally has BPD, they will have to be patient with her

– Is a lovely person, kinda sarcastic, but lovely

– Always caring for her s/o, making or bringing little gifts, will have matching rings, would make sleepovers, will always protect them

– If someone mess with them and Nina discover (she will always know everything), the person will be 7 feets under the ground before even think to beat her

– Hugs, kisses, affection towards touch 24/7

❥ Jeff Woods:

– At first, his s/o and him would probably just be best friends (he has NPD, so his best friend would or be his chosen person or his equal person)

– After he notices that he falled in love, he would deny too, but after a while he would just start to flirt with them

– If the s/o don't show any interest, he would be pretty upset, like, he is amazing! How they couldn't even have an attraction towards him?

– But If they show interest, he will probably ask they to be his partner

– If they say yes, yipieee

– If no, he will be in a depressive mood (he failed, and he can't fail!)

– I see him as a neutral, he wouldn't be the best but would at the same time

– They're HIS equal/choosen person and HIS s/o, so he will do anything for them

– He would show more his sympathetic side, he has low empathy, but is very sympathetic with who he loves! (Wich are only his s/o and Liu, maybe friends like Ben?)

– Would buy things to them because he wants It to be special

– Isn't a very touching person but craves It (just like Toby)

– Would take some weeks for the first kiss, but It would start with holding hands, cheek's kisses and hugs

– Loves when they caress his hair! It makes him feel comfy and safe

– Feel like they're the only person that he can show his true self

– Doesn't matter what happens, he will always comes to them, and If they need something too he will be there

– If they lost someone, he wouldn't care about the person, but would care for the fact that It made his s/o sad, so he will try everything to make them better

– Show affection by acts

– In the deep, he is afraid of what his s/o thinks of him, he wants to be the best, he wants, he need to be PERFECT, and he needs his s/o to show him that he is amazing, so he will be more calm

❥ Tim Wright:

– Is complicated, a loveable person, but very anxious

– Is always worried with everything

– He totally needs a calm s/o (and he needs lots of hugs and kisses, please, give this man some comfort)

– When he has seizures, he would probably cry and look around for his s/o to make him better, and If his s/o is around, he would be embarassed but they would hug him and be there with him to make him feel comfortable

– About his hallucinations, his s/o would need to make him feel calm, saying things like: "I'm so sorry for what you have seen, that was kinda scary right? But i'm here! I will protect you, okay?" This would make him the most happy person ever because he knows that he is safe around them

– He is the type of guy to be shy at first, he would probably buy flowers for them, would hang out, ect...

– He would try his best to protect you from the Operator, and would be desesperate If something happens with them

– Loves everything about them, EVERYTHING

❥ Brian Thomas:

– That Guy, my friend that guy is... Is something

– Not something bad, something AMAZING

– He would always try to make them smile, would buy gifts, buy flowers, Go on shops, walks... Anything

– I can't see him dying!! He would force himself to stay alive for them

– Hugs, kisses, Hugs, hugs, hugs, and more kisses

– I think he can cook, so he would make something special for them

– He is the type of guy to make a heart with his hands If they're mad with him (Depends of why they're mad too)

❥ Liu Woods:

– When he dissociates, I think Sully would be neutral with them, If they make Liu happy, they make Sully happy

– Liu is always trying to make them happy

– He lost a lot, he can't lost them too

– Liu loves Jeff, and would probably say about his partner with him, but Sully would be scared of what Jeff can do and would be a little paranoic

– When he is on a dissociating situation, his s/o would try to make him comfortable, Sully and Liu would be very grateful

– If he has amnesia with what happened on a random day, they would try to help him to feel better and say what happened, again, Liu and Sully would be grateful

– He would buy roses for his s/o, Go on walks in the forest, read books with them, even read books for them

– Loves to be hugged with them, in silence, eyes closed, just him and his loved one, nothing more

❥ Kate the chaser:

– First of all, she would take a long time to trust them

– After finally trusting them, she would always talk with you

– "Am I being a good girlfriend? Do I need to be better? I love you so much, If you need anything, i'm here"

– Is afraid of Slenderman, and don't want them to be around when he is close

– Like Toby, she would bring little gifts from missions, but would make drawings and made by hand gifts!

– Not very touching but doesn't care with hugs or holding hands (but If they're too clingy, she will take a time to get used to It)

❥ Ben Drowned:

– He is a teenager, teenagers are the different of adults or almost adults

– Very flirty, but can suddenly become the most melancholic person ever

– Loves hugs and kisses

– Likes to play some games with them (But doesn't have patience for teaching)

– Sometimes he has nightmares with the drowning, so he will come to them but just saying he missed them (He actually feels more safe around them)

– I don't see him as a dating relantionship, more like a platonic relantionship

– So he will probably be more like a bro then a boyfriend

– Literally "friends with benefits"

❥ Jane Richardson:

– That woman is perfect

– Wants gifts? Here It is. Wants to Go on a walk? Around on the walk. Needs to talk? She is here to listen to them. Food? Theirs favorite is on the table

– Will do anything to make them happy

– Hugs, kisses, affection, everything

– Would be worried with her appearance, but soon they reassure her, she will be more comfortable

– Doesn't fight, she is a very calm person, and If It happens, would probably the first to apologize, even If she didn't did anything, she just want them to be happy.

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[holybatgirlz]

Had to do another response to bridgertonbabe’s spouses groupchat

(All credit goes to @bridgertonbabe)

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🐝 The Children Group Chat 🐝

Eloise sent a picture.

Eloise: I think we should submit this to Merriam-Webster to put in the dictionary next to the word ‘heavenly’ because holy shit what happened last night was the closest I have ever had to a religious experience.

Eloise: And yes, I already created and bought matching sweatshirts with this image on it for everyone. They say ‘I survived the Pictionary Incident of ‘16’ on them.

Hyacinth: I swear to god if you two idiots scared Sophie off I’m going to finish what she started.

Anthony: Do I have to remind everyone that both Colin and myself were assaulted last night?? Or did you not see the photo Eloise just sent??

Violet: Do I need to remind you both that you purposefully dropped a keg on your brother’s hand?!?

Colin: Mini. It was a mini keg.

Colin: We’re not stupid enough to drop an actual keg on Benedict.

Violet: Well, you could have fooled me.

Violet: The doctor told me your poor brother broke two fingers and was a millimeter away from needing to have surgery on his hand. And in his dominant hand no less.

Violet: Do you have any idea how this is going to impact your brother? His painting? His upcoming gallery showing? He still has three paintings he needs to finish before next month and I have no idea how he’s going to complete them now that you two have gone and done this to him.

Colin: Yes, yes mother. We know. Benedict’s your precious little baby. Heaven forbid he do anything wrong. Like yelling at his girlfriend because she nearly made him lose Pictionary.

Colin: A girlfriend who, I would like the record to reflect, slapped me.

Anthony: Sophie also gave me a black eye. Kate has spent all of this morning laughing at me every time I walk into a room and she sees it so I think we’re even.

Violet sent a picture.

Violet sent a picture.

Violet: What did you not understand about almost needing surgery? You practically shattered his hand!! You nearly destroyed your brother’s art career!

Hyacinth: If Sophie stops talking to me because of the shit you two bozos pulled omg I’m going to end you both.

Colin: I’m surprised the coke can you nearly hit her with didn’t already do that.

Daphne: Hey. We may have a situation happening.

Francesca: What’s wrong?

Violet: Is everything alright?

Daphne: Simon’s panic pacing in our living room right now and I heard him say something about Sophie. I’m trying to figure out what happened. Give me a second.

Daphne: Hold on.

Daphne: SOPHIE’S PLANNING TO BREAK UP WITH BEN!!

Francesca: What??

Eloise: Say sike Daphne. Say sike right now.

Gregory: Seriously??

Colin: Oh shit. For real?

Francesca: How do you know?

Daphne: Simon and Kate are texting with her right now. I only figured it out because Simon’s stutter comes back when he’s stressed and mutters to himself to stay calm.

Daphne: But Sophie’s said she’s going to break up with Ben when he wakes up because she thinks we all hate her!!

Violet: I need to get back to the hospital right now.

Hyacinth: YOU IDIOTS!!!

Hyacinth: I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!!

Colin: Gregory. Since I know u r with her. Scale of 1-10 how pissed is Hy right now?

Gregory: Hy right now:

Gregory sent a photo

Gregory sent a photo

Colin: Ah. 100 then.

Gregory: Yeah

Colin: Well it was nice knowing everyone

Anthony: Why on earth would she think we hate her?? You were all cheering her on when she was assaulting us.

Eloise: By far the hottest thing I've ever seen. I think watching her throw that punch rewired my brain chemistry. Watered my crops. Cleared my skin. Ended my depression. And helped me finish my graduate applications. I’ve never felt so alive.

Eloise: Fuck Wollstonecraft. Fuck Steinem. Fuck Atwood. Their works do not even compare to the straight prose Sophie was shooting last night while she was yelling at you two.

Eloise: And if we lose her now because you two idiots made her think we despise her I am going to HELP HYACINTH BURY YOUR BODIES!!!

Francesca: Mum, how close are you?

Violet: 30 minutes out. John is driving as fast as he legally can to get me back there.

Violet: I knew I shouldn’t have left her there alone. I knew something was off. She was far too quiet to have been okay with all of this.

Daphne: Do you need us to come meet you there?

Violet: No. The last thing we need to do is overwhelm her.

Violet: This is all my fault. I should never have picked Pictionary. I shouldn’t have even allowed a Game Night to begin with!

Violet: I forgot that I have wolves for children. That you all were swapped with changelings as babies.

Hyacinth: Why didn’t anyone stay with Sophie???

Eloise: Because she’s a grown woman who knows how to handle herself. She seemed fine last night.

Francesca: She seemed pretty overwhelmed to me. I found her crying in the bathroom after Benedict yelled at her.

Violet: She was crying?!!!

Francesca: I think she was just taken by surprise and she told me Danbury had called her earlier about the lawsuit with her stepmother so I thought she was probably already stressed before she arrived at the house last night. I told her Benedict didn’t mean any of it. And after the beat down she gave Colin and Anthony I thought she would be okay.

Hyacinth: Mum you need to get there!!

Violet: Sweetheart, I’m trying to get there as fast as I can.

Hyacinth: Omg Mum hurry up 😩😩😩 My sanity is on the line here.

Gregory: Anthony and Colin’s asses are literally on the line right now. Hyacinth might actually commit to killing them.

Hyacinth: I swear to God I’m going to actually lose it if Sophie leaves. We finally were about to have a cool in-law in the family and now you IDIOTS RUINED IT!!!

Gregory: We were almost able to say we had a felon in the family 😖😖😖

Daphne: Gregory. Sophie nearly going to jail is not something to strive for.

Francesca: She also isn’t a felon. She would have had to have been convicted for that to be true.

Hyacinth: Firstly, she was falsely accused and this has been a known fact for weeks now. Keep up. Secondly, and according to the police report, Sophie almost outran the cops and got away. Like they chased her seven blocks before they caught her. Full sprint the entire time. And then she elbowed one of them while they were arresting her so they nearly hit her with an assaulting police officer charge because of it.

Hyacinth: Thirdly, Ben said Sophie completely decked her stepmother once it was revealed that Armabitch lied about her stealing from her (which honestly should have been a heads up for tweedle dumb and tweedle dumbest not to FUCK with her)

Hyacinth: And FOURTHLY, she literally got broken out of jail by Mum and Ben because yours truly was smart enough to make sure her location sharing was on.

Hyacinth: She’s a literal icon of icons 😍😍😍

Daphne: Hyacinth, you never answered this the last time we asked. But did you hack Sophie’s phone?

Hyacinth: No

Hyacinth: I just made sure she was sharing her location with me while I was putting my number in her phone. That’s all.

Violet: Alright I’m back at the hospital.

Hyacinth: Mum you need to find Sophie! You need to stop her!

Violet: Oh I plan to. Not going to allow all my hard work to go to waste. I’ll text you once I’ve spoken to her.

Eloise: Are you two idiots happy with yourselves now??

Eloise: Was this worth dropping a keg on Benedict??

Colin: Again

Colin: Mini keg.

Colin: And right now, since I am currently praying to every God in existence to make sure Sophie and Benedict don’t break up, the answer is no.

Anthony: If she was bold enough to hit me in the face, then she was a perfect fit for this family.

Anthony: Mum, if you don’t stop her, tell me. I’ll come out there and speak to her myself.

Hyacinth: Anything?

Daphne: Oh my god this wait is killing me.

Francesca: Mum any updates yet?

Benedict sent a picture

Benedict: I lived.

Daphne: Benedict! Where’s Sophie? Is she with you?

Hyacinth: DO NOT LET HER LEAVE US!!!

Benedict: She here ❤️

Benedict: she finance

Eloise: ????

Benedict: Soap finance

Daphne: Benedict what are you trying to say

Eloise: What the hell does this mean???

Benedict: Soap

Benedict: Finance

Benedict: SOAP MY FINANCE

Benedict: soap finance

Benedict: Duck

Francesca: Benedict are you still high??

Benedict: No. Typing 1 hand. Hard

Eloise: I think we should all take that as he’s still high.

Benedict: Soap Bucket my finance

Gregory: This is some fucking DaVinci code level shit.

Francesca: Are you talking about Sophie??

Benedict: Yes

Benedict: Finance

Benedict: She finance

Francesca: She’s fine?

Eloise: What about Sophie’s finances??

Violet: Fiancée. He means fiancée.

Violet: Sophie and Benedict are engaged!! Well, technically, engaged. Sophie told him he has to propose again once the drugs wear off but I got here just in time to see Benedict asking her to marry him after he woke up and hearing Sophie tell him yes. We’ve all been celebrating. It was quite lovely 🥰🥰

Benedict: Mum cryin rite now.

Eloise: No doubt ecstatic she no longer needs to worry about you dying alone.

Colin: Oh thank Christ.

Gregory:

Francesca: 🥳🥳 Congratulations Benedict

Daphne: Congratulations!!

Hyacinth: This is literally the best news I could receive 😭😭😭

Benedict: Thank you ☺️

Benedict: V happy rite now.

Eloise: V high 2

Benedict sent a photo

Benedict: High on life 😌😌😌 On love 😍☺️🥰

Eloise: Omg 🤢🤮

Eloise: Freak

Eloise: No one asked to see your kissing selfies.

Violet: Benedict. Sweetheart. Since I apparently have to text you this as well. Put the phone down and go back to sleep.

Benedict: NO

Benedict: Engaged!

Benedict: Every1 celebrate me b engaged

Anthony: Congratulations brother.

Benedict: Asshole. Hat u. U no celebrate.

Benedict: Hate other asshole 2. Were Colin?

Colin: Hey Benedict. How’s your hand?

Benedict: Duck u

Benedict: Fuck u

Benedict: Hate u both so much rite now.

Colin: Listen. Ben. I’m really sorry for almost crushing your hand.

Benedict: Hand no long matter. U hurt Soap. I kill u.

Colin: She slapped me!

Benedict: Deserved. U deserved. Drop keg on me n face Soap wrath.

Benedict: God she was so hot 4 that.

Eloise: So hot

Benedict: So hot. My gf is so hot.

Benedict: Finance! She finance now.

Anthony: Benedict. Please tell Sophie how sorry we are for last night and that we are all incredibly happy for her. For both of you.

Anthony: You can also tell her she has an impressive right hook.

Anthony: …

Anthony: Benedict?

Anthony: Benedict are you there?

Violet: He’s not going to answer. Sophie finally took his phone away. But I’ll tell her.

Daphne: Everyone say thank you to Kate and Simon. They spent almost an hour trying to talk Sophie out of leaving Benedict while we were all freaking out.

Francesca: Do they know?

Daphne: I told Simon

Anthony: Kate knows

Gregory: Kate and Simon right now probably

Eloise: Anthony. How much did you just drop on ‘thank you for saving my ass’ jewelry for Kate?

Anthony: Fuck off.

Francesca: I texted Kate. She’s checking the bank account.

Francesca: About 5k by the looks of it. And he’s taking her to Paris.

Anthony: I hate all of you.

[accio-victuuri]

wait.. i’m literally on here or weibo almost 24/7 ( as you can tell lol ) but I feel like i missed something. i’m seeing clowning related to xz’s photos and how it looks like he is a groom and it’s a wedding photoshoot. the place is also famous for wedding shoots ( allegedly, idk. i’m not from there ) so turtles are imagining again. lol. freakin coincidence that wyb’s GRA photoshoot was done at a wedding shop. plus the “wedding outfits” for weibo night. which is all clowning and galaxy braining.🌌

now, we’re joking around, like where’s yibo? he should be taking photos with his partner.

then i see comments that there is this one song WYB recently listened to. meaning, as recent as when XZ flew to singapore which is called 超人不会飞 (superman can’t fly) by Jay Chou. i know WYB and everyone else is a big fan of Jay Chou but the clowning comes from the timing of when he listened to it. let me get to that first.

here is the song if you wanna listen to it. 🎶

turtles are interpreting it as WYB longing to “fly” to where XZ is and be with him but he can’t because of all his work commitments. he wants to take a breather. thinking about what his life is and the constraints, and at times like this, when they spent days in Beijing, but now they have to be apart, it affects him even more.

however when i read the lyrics, it could also be because he can relate to what jay chou is singing about. here’s the english translation i found here. i have bolded the ones i felt like WYB relates too. literally no need for explanation. just read it. It fits with his status in life so much that it’s almost scary.

妈妈说很多事别太计较

ma ma shuo heng duo shi bie tai ji jiao

Mum said one should not be too fussy over most matters

只是使命感找到了我 我睡不着

zhi shi shi ming gan zhao dao le wo wo shui bu zhao

But my sense of mission found me and i can't sleep over it

如果说骂人要有点技巧

ru guo shuo ma ren yao you diao ji qiao

If scolding someone requires some skills

我会加点旋律你会觉得 超屌

wo hui jia diao xuan lu ni hui jue de chao diao

I will add a tune and you will feel it's very cool (diao)

我的枪不会装弹药（弹药）

wo de qiang bu hui zhuang dan yao (dan yao)

My gun is not loaded with ammunition

所以放心不会有人倒（人倒）

suo yi fang xin bu hui you ren dao (ren dao)

So don't worry, nobody will collapse

我拍青蜂侠不需要替身 因为自信是我绘画的颜料

wo pai qing feng xia bu xu yao ti sheng yin wei zi xin shi wo hui hua de yan liao

I don't need a double for The Green Hornet because confidence is the coloring for my painting

我做很多事背后的意义远比你们想象

wo zuo heng duo shi bei hou de yi yi yuan bi ni men xiang xiang

The meaning behind the things I did is far beyond your imagination

拍个电视剧为了友情与十年前的梦想

pai le dian shi ju wei le you qing yu shi nian qian de meng xiang

Filming a tv drama is for friendship and a dream 10 years ago

收视率再高也难抗衡我的伟大理想

shou shi lv zai gao ye nan kang heng wo de wei da li xiang

No matter how high the rating is, it can't match my noble ideal

因为我的人生无需再多一笔那奖项

yin wei wo de ren sheng wo xu zai duo yi bi na jiang xiang

Because my life do not need another award

我不知道何时变成了社会的那榜样

wo bu zhi dao he shi bian cheng le se hui de na bang yang

I don't know when I have become a society's role model

被狗仔拍不能比中指要大器的模样（怎样）

bei gou zai pai bu neng bi zhong zhi yao da qi de mo yang (zen yang)

Can't show the paparazzi the finger and have to put on a magnanimous front

我唱的歌词要有点文化

wo chang de ge ci yao you dian wen hua

The lyrics I sing must have some degree of literacy

因为随时会被当教材

yin wei sui shi hui bei dan jiao cai

Because it might become teaching material anytime

CNN能不能等英文好一点再访

CNN neng bu neng deng ying wen hao yi dian zai fang

Can CNN interview me when my English gets a little better

时代杂志封面能不能重拍

shi dai za zhi feng mian neng bu neng chong pai

Can i reshoot the Time magazine cover

随时随地注意形象

sui shi sui di zhu yi xin xiang

I must take care of my image at all times

要控制饮食不然就跟杜莎夫人蜡像的我不像（本来就不像）

yao kong zhi yin shi bu ran jiu gen du sha fu ren la xiang de wo bu xiang (ben lai jiu bu xiang)

I must control my diet or i won't look like the "me" in Madame Tussauds (it doesn't look like me in the first place)

好莱坞的中国戏院地上有很多手印脚印

hao lai wu de zhong guo xi yuan di shang you heng duo shou yin jiao yin

There are many handprints and footprints at Grauman's Chinese Theatre

何时才能看见我的掌

he shi cai neng kan jian wo de zhang

When will mine be seen there?

如果超人会飞 那就让我在空中停一停歇

ru guo chao ren hui fei na jiu rang wo zai kong zhong ti yi ti xie

If Superman can fly then let me take a breather in the sky

再次俯瞰这个世界 会让我觉得好一些

zai ci fu kan zhe ge shi jie hui ran wo jue de hao yi xie

Overlooking this world again will let me feel better

拯救地球好累 虽然有些疲惫但我还是会

zheng jiu di qiu hao lei sui ran you xie pi bei dan wo hai shi hui

Saving the world is tiring, though I am a little tired, I still will

不要问我哭过了没

bu yao wen wo ku guo le mei

Don't ask me if I have cried

因为超人不能流眼泪

yin wei chao ren bu neng liu yan lei

Because Superman can't cry

唱歌要拿最佳男歌手

chang ge yao na zui jia nan ge shou

(You) must get best male singer award as a singer

拍电影也不能只拿个最佳新人

pai dian yin ye bu neng zhi na ge zui jia xin ren

A newcomer award is not enough if you act

你不参加颁奖典礼就是没礼貌

ni bu can jia ban jiang dian li jiu shi mei li mao

Not attending award ceremonies is considered rude

你去参加就是代表你很在乎

ni qu can jia jiu shi dai biao ni heng zai hu

And if you do, it means you are over-concerned about it

得奖时你感动落泪（落泪）人家就会觉得你夸张做作（做作）

de jia shi ni gan dong luo lei (luo lei) ren jia jiu hui jue de ni kuang zhang zuo zuo

When you won an award and teared, people will think you are fake and exaggerating

你没表情别人就会说太嚣张

ni mei biao qing bie ren jiu hui shuo tai xiao zhang

When you have no expression, others will say you are too arrogant

如果你天生这个表情 那些人甚至会怪你妈妈（妈妈）

ru guo ni tian sheng zhe ge biao qing na xie ren sheng zhi hui guai ni ma ma (ma ma)

And if you are born with that expression, they will even blame your mum

结果最后是别人在得奖 你也要给予充分的掌声与微笑

jie guo zui hou shi bie ren zai de jiang ni ye yao ge yu chong fen de zhang sheng yu wei xiao

In the end someone else gets the award, you also have to give ample applause and smile

开的车不能太好 住的楼不能太高

kai de che bu neng tai hao zhu de lou bu neng tai gao

The car you drive can't be too luxurious nor can you live too high up

我到底是一个创作歌手 还是好人好事代表

wo dao di shi yi ge chuang zuo ge shou hai shi hao ren hao shi dai biao

Am I a singer-songwriter or a representative of good men and good deeds?

专辑一出就必须是冠军

zhuan ji yi chu jiu bi xu shi guan jun

My album must be ranked top once released

拍了电影就必须要大卖

pai le dian yin jiu bi xu yao da mai

My movie must sell well

只能说当超人真的好难

zhi neng shuo dan chao ren zhen de hao nan

I can only say, being a Superman is difficult

如果超人会飞（超人会飞）那就让我在空中停一停歇（停一停歇）

ru guo chao ren hui fei (chao ren hui fei) na jiu rang wo zai kong zhong ti yi ti xie (ti yi ti xie)

If Superman can fly then let me take a breather in the sky

再次俯瞰这个世界 会让我觉得好一些

zai ci fu kan zhe ge shi jie hui ran wo jue de hao yi xie

Overlooking this world again will let me feel better

拯救地球好累（地球好累）虽然有些疲惫但我还是会（我还是会）

zheng jiu di qiu hao lei (di qiu hao lei) sui ran you xie pi bei dan wo hai shi hui (wo hai shi hui)

Saving the world is tiring, though I am a little tired, I still will

不要问我哭过了没

bu yao wen wo ku guo le mei

Don't ask me if I have cried

因为超人不能流眼泪

yin wei chao ren bu neng liu yan lei

Because Superman can't cry

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I don’t think there is anything wrong with how cpfs are relating this to cpn cause that’s just how it is. But sometimes, there are other reasons why they do what they do.

SO MY CONFUSION COMES FROM HOW THE HELL DO PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HE RECENTLY LISTENED TO. I can’t seem to dig up how or maybe it’s something we don’t talk about. I have never experienced this kind of tidbit related to them before so I wanna know the source. Or is this like the gaming cpn where certain people know and they will not divulge the boy’s account for privacy? if anyone knows, feel free to comment. If i find out in the future, I will share.

[apenitentialprayer]

are there any Jews who view Jesus in a positive way (aside from like messianic Jews who, as far I’ve understood, are considered evangelical Christians by all other Jews)

Okay, ah, to answer this question simply: to my knowledge, as far as Jewish communities who (1) self-identify as Jewish, (2) consider themselves practicing Judaism, and (3) deny that Jesus of Nazareth is the Messiah go, none of them have an "official" stance on Jesus. Jesus may be a false Messiah, but this is only a "doctrine" in Judaism the same way that the fact that Vissarion of Siberia is a false Parousia of Jesus is a "doctrine" in Christianity — which is to say, not so much an actually asserted belief, but a natural corollary to more deeply held beliefs.

That being said, individual Jewish people have held a variety of beliefs about Jesus of Nazareth. Some of them are, well, quite negative. For example, one Hasidic story tells of how the Baal Shem Tov saw Jesus and Sabbatai Zvi (both false Messiahs) stuck in the same level of Hell together; the infamous Toledot Yeshu, a parody gospel, certainly does not paint Jesus or His Mother in a particularly good light; Maimonides doesn't even use the usual "may his name be blotted out" as he would when talking about an enemy of Israel, but instead uses "may his bones be ground to dust" after citing Jesus by name.

There are relatively sympathetic views among those whose views are negative too, for the record; for example, there's a story of a Rabbi, Yehoshua ben Prachya, who was said to have been incredibly cruel to a student, and by the time he chose to relent that student had already gone off to form his own idolatrous sect. Struck by the consequences of his harshness, he would go on to emphasize the importance of kindness and giving people the benefit of the doubt. Though the timeline doesn't match up (Yehoshua lived two hundred years before Him), some commentators identified this student as Yeshu the Nazarene.

But, let's actually answer your question. You will find a spectrum of relatively positive views. Bob Dylan technically falls outside the parameters I listed above because he does seem to believe Jesus is the Messiah, but I'll use him as the extreme example, because he continued to be active in his Orthodox Jewish community after his conversion. You also have Leonard Cohen, whose Jewishness was very important to him, who could at least understand the importance of the mystical connection to Jesus that Christians claimed as their own — "the figure of Jesus, nailed to a human predicament, summoning the heart to comprehend its own suffering."

You have some scholars, like Amy-Jill Levine; in the work she did in The Misunderstood Jew, The Historical Jesus in Context, and The Jewish Annotated New Testament, she tries to emphasize the idea that the Person of Jesus is something that can bring Christians and Jews into closer ecumenical dialogue; that if Christians could get more comfortable with the Jewish context of Jesus, and if the Jewish community could see the New Testament as a corpus of texts that isn't non-Jewish, but rather a particular type of first century Jewish, then there could be ground for both groups to better understand each other.

During the early modern period, there were attempts by some Jewish thinkers to reclaim Jesus. Rabbi Jacob Emden argued that Jesus never meant to abolish the Law, and that He has actually "done a double kindness in the world" by increasing veneration of the Torah and bringing light to the Gentiles, if only the Gentiles could learn how to properly interpret their own Scriptures (talk about flipping the script!). Moses Mendelssohn also claimed that Jesus never meant to abrogate the Law, and suggested that Jesus and the early Christian community could be models that modern 19th century Jews living among oppressive Prussian authorities could emulate.

The above paragraph was about Jewish individuals who tried to distance Jesus from traditional Christian understandings of Him. So I'm going to end, I think, with Rabbi Jacob Neusner, who engaged the Gospel on its own terms. In 1993, he published A Rabbi Talks with Jesus. In this book, Rabbi Neusner imagines himself as a first century Jewish man and tries to earnestly listen to and consider the words of Jesus as depicted in the Gospel of Matthew. This work places the words of Jesus in conversation with the Rabbinic tradition, and ultimately ends with Neusner being unconvinced and unable to follow Jesus as His disciple. Pope Benedict lauded this work as an authentic exercise in interreligious dialogue, and cites it frequently in his own Jesus of Nazareth.

[im-a-luxury]

i am a HUGE sucker for “peter looks in the mirror one day and all he can see is uncle ben” but i am also a sucker for every other swap-in you can make. (mini fanfics below the cut, with many self indulgent headcanons LMAO)

miles is talking with his dad one night after everything calms down. the conversation is light, easy, but his dad goes quiet suddenly. his dad looks at him, and miles has never seen him so quiet. his eyes go misty, and miles is scared something happened for a moment. but his dad just sets a hand in his shoulder and says, “you look like your uncle.” miles cries in his dads arms that night.

gwen is talking with her dad over breakfast, and something slips out of her mouth. she recognizes the sentence, why she has it in her head, but she doesn’t know from where. her dad freezes, before turning to look at her. his eyes soften, but his face and shirt are painted and streaked in blue and grey. “you sound just like her.” he doesn’t give gwen time to ask who, before he turns back to his eggs.

peni never knew her mother. she died while giving birth to her, so her father raised her, then her aunt and uncle after he…yeah. peni doesn’t know much about her either, just that she was smart, and her dad thought she was pretty. peni’s going through her dad’s stuff one night, when she pulls up a picture of her. peni finds that her reflection matches up perfectly.

hobie doesn’t have many memories of their parents, no photos either. it’s fine, they dont miss them much, and they figure they dont look much like them either. they have one thing that ties them back to that little apartment in old york. it’s a picture, old and faded, of their brother. as the picture gets more worn, the only thing that hobie can see is their brother’s face. it might as well just be a picture of themselves.

jess loves her mother. more than anything on earth (besides her baby). she’s been there throughout her pregnancy, she was there when her captain stacy died, and she was there when her husband did too. it was the first time jess ever saw her mother cry, and she finds out that tears make people look a lot alike.

noir doesn’t look like uncle ben. the thought used to make him angry. why am i never good enough?! then it depressed him. why am i never good enough…? but he slips his glasses on one morning, and his hair folds and curls down on his forehead and sticks up at his neck. he ties his tie, and looks in the mirror. he finds himself wondering, how long can you look in the mirror before you start looking like your father?

miguel doesn’t have a father. at least not anymore. george o’hara died a long time ago, and tyler stone…well, why would he want anything to do with him? miguel rages at himself everytime he thinks about him—not stone, but the man who raised him. george’s been dead for years, why can’t you just get over it?! but years of blood and fear don’t just disappear because a stone gets plunked in the ground. miguel tears up the last photo he has of george, and goes to splash water on his face. he looks in the mirror, and he sees himself. miguel looks nothing like his father, and he finds himself thinking that’s a good thing.