#Ben Hardy owns me

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me every time I think about the current state of The Amazing Spider-Man comics: Here’s How Peter Can Still Win

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Breathe

Part 6

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 5.4K

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Unprotected intercourse. Oral sex (female receiving). ANGST. Oh the angst. Mentions of war and deployment.

Summary: Will starts to distance himself from you to the point of being unable to mend things and tension rises between the Miller brothers over his actions.

A/N: No notes. Just tears. GIF by the amazing and generous @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler and beautiful banners by the loveliest and most supportive @spaghettificationandpretzels who also was my sounding board for my ideas and maniacal mood swings while writing this 💗💗

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“What if I hurt her, Ben?”

“You won't.”

“If she was in that bed with me last night-”

“You won't.” Benny insisted, cutting Will off before he could continue, sending his older brother a concerned, but stern glance as he turned around after filling his mug with coffee.

Will sighed and looked down at his feet, clenching his teeth together as the same thoughts that hadn't left him since last night continued to occupy his mind.

“It was so real, man…”

“I can imagine!” Benny sympathized, his eyebrows raising on his forehead, silently assessing his brother who he'd only seen that distraught once or twice before. “But you're not going to hurt her. That,” he emphasized, referring to Will’s nightmare, “isn't going to happen.”

Will puffed out his cheeks as he exhaled again, looking out the kitchen window where the early morning sun was casting a yellow glow over the room, hoping Benny was right, but not feeling convinced.

“Are you seeing her today?”

Will pursed his lips and nodded, looking over at Benny who stared at him over the rim of his mug as he took a long sip, waiting for a proper response.

“Yeah, I'm going to her place tonight.”

Benny shook his head up and down as he swallowed his coffee, appearing pleased with that answer.

“Good, that's good. We’ll have a hard session at the gym and hopefully that'll help you sleep better, too.”

“Yeah, you're right. Thanks, man,” Will smiled, feeling slightly guilty that he knew he wasn't going to sleep or feel better about this anytime soon, watching Benny light up and start excitedly going on about their training after Will’s convincing lie.

After refilling his cup of coffee, Will pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and sat, staring blankly at the black beverage steaming in his mug, tuning out whatever else Benny was saying, the exhaustion he felt from not sleeping the rest of the night and the pure panic that hadn’t truly left his veins making his whole body feel like lead in the wooden seat.

He wondered exactly how he would even manage to get through a workout, but knew with his tour coming up he’d have to keep training, and as he was always used to doing, he would push through even the toughest days.

Will picked his phone up off the table, checking it again to see if you had text, wondering if he should send one now, or wait until a bit later, or if he should just call you and risk you hearing that something wasn’t right in the tone of his voice.

He tossed it carelessly, sighing as he picked up his mug and took a drink from it, setting it down and then grabbing his phone again, spinning it in his hand indecisively.

Will roughly rubbed his hands over his eyes after he parked his truck in your driveway, exhaling deeply before finding the strength to get out and walk to the door, his workout draining him even more than he already had been. It temporarily gave him hope that being that tired would result in him actually sleeping, but the feeling in his stomach reminded him how anxious he still felt about his nightmare and that it was something his mind wasn’t going to simply let him forget.

For a moment it was all whisked away, seeing your face as you opened the door before he even had the opportunity to knock, your smile immediately making one appear on his own lips.

“Hey!” you greeted enthusiastically, your presence bringing him some calm as soon as you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him.

Will placed his lips against your head, inhaling your scent and pressing a light kiss as he squeezed you back, the relief to have you in his arms mixing with the now persistent fear that he was capable of hurting you.

“How was your day?” you asked, peeling away from him slightly to look at him.

“Good,” he lied, nodding and hoping he didn’t look half as weary as he felt. “What about you?”

“It was good,” you smiled. “Better now.”

Will chuckled and followed you inside, kicking his boots off before following you further in and through to the living room.

“Are you hungry?”

“Hmm, no, I’m good, thanks.” Will declined, seeing a quizzical expression draw over your features.

“Okay…are you not staying the night?” you asked, finally noticing he came with just himself, no bag with a change of clothes or toothbrush.

“Uh, no…” he confirmed through a sigh, feeling guilty about it already. “I gotta be up early, something for work. It’s looking like I’m going to start getting back into things soon,” he lied, omitting the fact that he was already cleared and scheduled for duty in a matter of weeks.

You smiled despite feeling a slight sense of disappointment. “Well, I’m glad I get you for a little bit at least. How are you feeling about going back?”

Will shrugged. “It’ll be good to have a purpose again, maybe it’ll make things feel normal…get me back to being who I was before I was the guy who choked someone out in the cereal aisle.”

His heart ached at how you were looking at him as he spoke, your expression so genuine and clearly caring about him and how he felt, making that sourness in his stomach amplify from his dishonesty.

“Yeah, I think so, too,” you spoke softly, your eyes bright as the smile on your lips met them. “I’m really happy for you, Will. This is great news.”

You reached for his hands which he let you take hold of, pulling him in for a sweet, slow kiss that grew deeper and harder with each second, a sense of relief flooding Will over the fact that he didn’t have to explain more or evade the truth.

He focused on your kiss, breathing you in as your hands began to roam each other’s bodies and clumsily tore at clothing, stumbling toward your bedroom where he hoped that for as long as he was inside you, he would forget about everything.

It was all a mix of slow and fast, Will constantly reminding himself to relax and breathe, all of his emotions toiling within him uncontrollably.

As eager as he felt to have all of you as much as he could, Will wanted to take his time, soaking up each moment with you while he had the chance, every touch and kiss one that he tried to imprint in his memory.

Will sat on the bed, looking up at you as you stood close to him between his legs, his hands gently running up the backs of your thighs to your bum.

You sighed out slowly and closed your eyes, feeling his fingers find the edge of your panties and start to tug them down your hips, his lips landing on your bare stomach where he kissed you over and over.

He breathed in, keeping his nose and lips pressed against you, able to smell your arousal as he slipped your thong down to your knees before letting go where they fell the rest of the way to the floor.

Dragging his face along the crest of your hip bones and further down to your groin, Will moaned, his fingers indenting your flesh instinctively, feeling himself relax when your hands smoothed over his tense shoulders and back, your touch everything he needed right now.

He pulled you onto the bed with him as he laid down, both of you resting on your sides where your leg fell over his, his arms embracing you while your foreheads touched, his hand cupping your cheek to keep you close to him.

“Are you okay?” you whispered, sensing something from him you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Hmm, yeah,” he responded, moving his head so your noses rubbed together.

You gave a quick kiss to his lips, testing the waters, only to have him pull your face hard into his, his tongue delving into your mouth desperately, his claim over you clear as he released his hand from your face and grabbed under your bum, pulling your core against him where he ground his hips into yours.

With what little space there was between your bodies, you reached down and found his cock straining through the thin cotton of his boxers, grabbing it and tugging it free before angling it down to the apex of your thighs where it nestled perfectly between your folds and began to grind on him.

“God, you feel so good, sweetheart,” he groaned, hardly able to believe it felt that incredible without even being inside you yet.

You squirmed against him, moving along his length as you breathed out slowly and closed your eyes, your mouth teasing his before slotting your lips together again. His beard was soft on your skin, but you knew with how eager you were to keep kissing him that your face would feel raw by the time you were sated, the taste of him too good to stop.

Moments passed with you just like this, kissing and teasing, indulging in the soft and slow that you seldom did, usually unable to stop yourselves from choosing a rough and fast pace.

A long whine came from you as his tip breached your entrance, pushing through and settling no more than an inch inside, the tease of it almost equally as satisfying as if he was buried completely in you.

His hands grabbed at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, the stretch feeling so good you automatically brought your hips closer to his body, making his cock go deeper while you increased the fervor of your kiss.

Will groaned into your mouth as he shifted his body, moving at lay on top of you where his weight pressed you comfortably into the mattress, lifting his hips so his cock slid out before slowing forcing it back in again.

His fingers raked over the sides of your head, holding you securely and angling your face up to his, his tongue exploring your mouth wildly as his thrusts grew into a deep, purposeful rhythm.

The thought of never being able to do this with you again crossed his mind, wondering what the outcome of telling you he was leaving would be and if he would even make it back alive, dreading what he knew he would have to face sooner rather than later.

Trying to ignore that panic, he relished in the way your hands smoothed over his back, your touch so soft yet so meaningful it helped make everything more profound, and he vowed to put everything he had into making love to you.

There had been so many times already he had wanted to say it, to tell you he loved you, because fuck did he ever, but now he knew he couldn’t, wanting to protect you from him even more and what he feared he was capable of.

Each rolling thrust was met perfectly by you, your hips purling into his to take him deep, allowing him to drag out slowly before pressing back in, the rhythm addicting and working to send you both over the edge.

Your bed moved against the wall as he put more power behind his pace, moaning and breathing into your mouth desperately as he lost himself completely in you, feeling your hand search for his where you laced your fingers together and held onto it tightly, his grip squeezing as he brought your linked hands up beside your head.

Will knew you were on the brink, able to read your body on instinct and almost better than his own, feeling your breathing change and the pitch of your whines switch, your free hand leaving marks on his back as your movements became erratic.

He felt you tense, every muscle in your body that was wrapped around his straining through your pleasure, your walls choking his cock as a surge of wet lubricated his strokes.

Will kissed you harder, absorbing your cries until your body relaxed under him, but he'd only allow you a short moment of reprieve.

He crawled down your body, a whiny moan sounding from you when he pulled out of you, your hands clawing for him to stay, but when his mouth landed on your soaked cunt your protest stopped, your hips bucking off the bed against his face as he worked to make you come again quickly.

“Are you sure you can't stay?” you whispered, tracing your fingers all over his sweaty face in a way that made him never want to move.

He sighed, closing his eyes and praying for the courage to give the answer he knew he needed to.

“I'm sure. I'm sorry.”

You looked crestfallen despite your best efforts not to, the side of your mouth turning upward as you nodded your head in understanding.

Will kissed your palm that rested beside his mouth, wanting more than anything to stay in bed with you, not even caring if he ever slept or not, but his nightmare kept nagging him and reminding him exactly why he couldn't.

“I'll call you tomorrow,” he explained, stepping out of bed and finding his boxers, leaving you in the mess of sheets to watch as he dressed.

It was so late already, making you question even more why he wouldn't just stay the rest of the night, feeling a sense of unease and confusion, and hoping you weren't reading into things too much.

“Get some sleep,” you wished, sitting up to meet him in a kiss when he came back over and leaned down, your hand slipping behind his neck where you felt him groan to your touch.

“Yeah, I will. You too,” he said quietly, knowing damn well he wouldn't. “I'll lock the door behind me.”

Both of you hesitated a moment, your eyes searching each other’s, your silence screaming the words neither of you dared to.

With a weak smile, Will turned and walked out, and everything in you felt so anxious that something between you was changing, and you couldn't determine if it was for better or worse.

The rest of the week played out the same; Will coming over to your place each evening to have dinner and spend time with you, only to make himself scarce as soon as turning in for the night was being considered.

He caught you staring a few times, watching him finish the dishes or studying his expression as you watched tv together, trying to work out what was going on in his head.

He did everything he could to act as normal as possible, but could feel himself slowly pulling away, distancing himself like he was gradually building up to the inevitable.

All of that seemed to fade the moment his body made contact with yours.

His hands would grip you tighter, each kiss more intense and passionate than the last, the time spent with his arms wrapped around you in a hug growing longer with each one, savouring your presence and everything good that you gave him.

He almost wished you would just ask, call out what you seemed to know he was doing, his guilt growing the same his love for you was, but the pain he felt in his heart at knowing he was hurting you, and was going to hurt you even more, was outshining both easily.

Six hours and forty-seven minutes. That was the total amount of sleep he'd had in the last three days, finding himself growing more irritable and angry on top of being exhausted.

He sighed when he came in the door, noticing the tv on and blaring, Benny still awake and watching a fight.

The last thing he wanted was an interrogation from his brother, and he prayed as he slipped out of his boots and put his keys in their spot that one wouldn't come tonight.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Benny’s head whip around, and as he walked into the kitchen, he waited for the comments to come.

“Do you keep fucking and bailing? Because it really seems like you keep fucking and bailing.”

Will took a deep breath and ignored him.

“Nice,” Benny added, sarcastically.

Will opened the fridge to get a glass of water, glaring at him over the door with warning, which only encouraged Benny more.

He always had a habit of testing Will, seeing how far he could push him until he snapped, and while Will wasn't sure if that was what he was doing now, it was definitely getting on his nerves.

“Getting your fill and then leaving her hanging. You must really love her,” he drawled, staring at the tv as Will walked into the room.

“Fuck off, Ben. You know why I'm not sleeping there,” Will huffed, plopping himself on the chair opposite the couch.

“I told you it isn't going to happen for real. It was a dream, man. I know you-”

“You don't know shit!” Will barked, cutting him off.

He stood and stormed to his room, hating how his brother could be so good and understanding one minute and then go totally against him the next, but mostly hating how he knew he was right.

Coffee was barely enough to keep him functioning at this point, and after another sleepless night, Will wondered just how much more of this he could take, especially with his deployment date looming and getting closer and closer.

He counted the tablespoons of grounds he scooped out of the container and into the coffee maker, hoping a stronger brew would help him drag his feet less but worried it would only do the job of amping up his anxiety.

For the brief moments he had slept, that same nightmare kept recurring, seeing your lifeless face in his hands until he jolted awake, gasping for breath and covered in sweat.

He knew should tell you about the nightmare and that he was leaving, but his selfishness was getting the better of him, feeling as if the moment he said it out loud that his whole world would actually fall out from under him, and the thought terrified him.

Benny came into the kitchen, his arms stretched above his head with a long exaggerated yawn, and even though Will told himself he wasn't trying to, it was like he was rubbing it in his face that he’d slept so well.

As Will went to grab a mug from the cupboard, Benny brushed by him, reaching around his brother to get his own, nudging Will in the process.

Will sighed, but ignored his irritation, opening the next cupboard over to put the coffee away where Benny stuck his hand in to get the sugar.

“Don’t fucking start,” Will warned under his breath.

“I didn’t say anything.”

Benny gave him a look, smoothing his hair back and out of his face as he grabbed the bag of bread and took out a couple of slices.

“No, but I know what you’re doing.”

Benny didn’t respond, and Will knew he was carefully choosing what he would say when he did speak next, seeing a tension in his back as he went about his business.

“You’re gonna have to tell her at some point, Will,” he said quietly, not looking at him.

Will swallowed thickly, feeling every muscle in his body tense up while choosing to bite his tongue.

Benny shoved him with his shoulder as he sidled up next to him, grabbing the pot of coffee before Will was able to.

“Can you stop?” Will barked, holding his empty mug up in disbelief.

Benny glared at Will as he put the pot back down, almost as if he was daring Will to make a move.

“Fuck you.”

“Really?”

“You’re acting like a dick and you know it,” Benny accused, not moving from where he stood.

Will took a step back, hanging his head. “I don’t need this shit right now.”

“No?” Benny asked excitedly. “Stop being such an ungrateful piece of shit. You treat everyone like shit, like you’re owed everything because you’re hurt.”

Will shook his head, feeling anger rise up through him, but Benny just kept going.

“You landed yourself the best girl and look what you’re doing with that. You don’t think she deserves to know you’re fucking leaving in eight days?”

Benny’s voice continued to rise as he went on, making Will’s teeth clench harder and his grip on the countertop get tighter as he leaned forward against it.

“Now you’re just pissed off because you know you’re fucking everything up. How the hell are you gonna go over there and focus when you’re turning into a complete fucking mess here?”

Will stayed quiet, hanging his head and unable to look his brother in the eye, knowing everything he was saying was true.

Benny watched him for a minute, waiting, and gave his final say before walking out of the kitchen.

“Get your shit together, man. Or something bad might really happen.”

More and more days passed between seeing each other, and by now Will imagined you had gotten the hint, having stopped initiating conversations due to how cold and short he was being with you, knowing you were doing your best to give him space in hopes that would fix everything.

Texts were rare and visits were brief, and Will could see and feel the worry radiating off of you when he was with you, your uncertainty if you were the problem blatant.

Two days remained until he deployed, and with his bag packed and everything else in order, he reached for his phone.

Can we talk?

You gave him a smile when you opened the door to let him in, but the rest of your face said it all, your eyes bleary and barely able to hold contact with his, your body language nervous as you rubbed your arm up and down even though it was brutally hot and humid.

“Can I get you anything?” you offered, the question feeling too formal but suiting the atmosphere, neither of you reaching for the other for a hug and kiss like you used to.

“No, I’m okay, thanks.”

“I’m guessing this isn’t going to be a fun conversation, so I’d like you to spare me even more grief then you’ve already caused, Will.”

Your words came out quickly, like if you didn’t rush to say them you wouldn’t get them out, and your voice shook, making Will’s heart break even more than it was.

He sighed and nodded, raising his eyebrows on his forehead.

“I think we should stop before we get too far ahead of ourselves here.”

“What does that mean?” you scoffed, your frustration and confusion clear as day.

“What do you think it means?” he said pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you bluntly.

You nodded your head as you looked up at the ceiling, blinking quickly to fight off the tears he knew you were struggling to keep back.

“I thought this was what you wanted,” you explained. “Why didn’t you say if it was too much or too fast?”

“I’m sorry,” he said flatly, looking at your face contort with even more hurt and confusion.

“You’re sorry?” you blurted. “You’ve spent the last however many weeks stringing me along and acting like everything was fine until all of a sudden it wasn’t and then you fucking ghost me? And all you have to say is you’re sorry?”

“Why is that so hard to understand?” he spat, the chill of his words surprising himself.

He watched your expression shift, your anger switching to a gut-wrenching hurt he knew too well, your pain washing over you in a rippling effect after his words slapped you across the face.

“Because I’m falling in love with you!”

He felt like he’d been punched in the stomach, knowing all along that you were but hearing it hit him so much harder, and in the act of self-preservation, he continued his facade of not loving you in return.

“Yeah? Well stop, because you’re only gonna end up hurt.”

“Wha-” you started, but he cut you off before you were able to start asking questions.

“I’m deploying in two days.”

Your mouth opened and closed, and he knew the feeling of not being able to properly take the breath you so desperately needed, the shock on your face forcing Will to look away and down at his boots, too cowardly to face what he caused.

“I can’t go do this mission with any distractions,” he explained, his tone flat and expressionless.

“Is that all I am to you? Do you not think I care or wouldn’t offer support…I can't just put how I feel about you on hold or dismiss it completely, Will. Us breaking this off isn't going to make a difference in me worrying about you or erase what we have.”

Will shrugged, not knowing what else to say and feeling like he was out of lies to spew, and at this point nothing he said would make any of it better or worse.

You shook your head quickly and grunted frustratedly, wiping the tears that finally fell off your cheeks.

"I don't know why I'm crying,” you laughed, looking at him defeatedly. “You're not mine to cry over."

Will couldn’t bring himself to look at you again as he made his way over to the door, knowing damn well that he was yours as much as you were his, his entire heart left behind with you as he walked out.

After crying more tears than you thought you ever had, you peeled yourself out of bed and dragged your sorry ass to the gym, needing to distract your mind and do something good for your body, even if it meant risking seeing one or both of the Miller brothers there.

Your reflection was like a stranger, a hollowed-out version of yourself with puffy, blood-shot eyes lifting the dumbbells in your hands up and down as you worked through a set of bicep curls.

You were barely able to count through your reps, thinking how ironic it was that that was how you and Will met in the first place, but you knew the exact amount of hours it had been since he came and broke things off with you, and how long it was until he’d be on a plane flying out to wherever hell he was going.

You did a double-take in the mirror when you saw Benny come out of the change room, spinning around to see him better, the large black and blue bruise swelling around his left eye making your mouth hang open. A cut on his lower lip looked like it was still bleeding, and you thought it all to be strange when you recalled Will telling you he didn’t have any more fights until the fall.

The sympathetic smile he gave you was a reminder of all the things you knew you would be missing out on, but you shoved those feelings aside and walked over to him, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“What the hell happened to you? I thought you weren’t fighting for a while?”

Benny huffed out a laugh, rolling his eyes. “You should see the other guy…”

That drew your attention to his hands, seeing the skin on his knuckles broken and red, knowing whoever was on the receiving end of it was likely in far worse shape than him.

Before anything else could be explained, you followed Benny’s gaze as he looked up, your heart stuck in your throat as you watched Will walk in the front door, his face even more beat up than Benny’s was.

You looked at Benny where he just shrugged, knowing you had put two and two together.

“He deserved it,” he said flatly, clearly not proud of it. “I don’t know what the hell has gotten into him. I’m sorry for what he did to you.”

You nodded and bit your lip, looking down at the floor because you knew if you met Benny’s kind, blue eyes, you would crack again.

You sighed, praying your voice didn’t break when you spoke. “Do you think he’s going to be okay?”

Benny nodded convincingly, the faith he had in his older brother never faltering despite whatever was happening. “Yeah, he’ll be fine.”

You nodded, feeling the lump in your throat return.

“Are you gonna be alright?” he asked, making you nod faster and look anywhere but at him, the tears coming on fast as all the equipment surrounding you began to blur in your vision.

“I’m sorry he’s such a dipshit.”

You laughed through your tears, and Benny did too, his broad smile making you feel a little better.

“It’s just crazy,” you started, finding your courage to speak. “I don’t even hate him for what he did. I just want him to be happy and be safe.”

“Yeah, me too,” he agreed. “That’s what happens when you love someone.”

It was silent in the truck on the way over.

Benny hadn’t even turned on the radio which was unusual, leaving Will with nothing to listen to other than his thoughts and the sound of his pulse, counting each heartbeat until his brother pulled onto the tarmac and parked.

“You sure you're gonna be okay over there?” he asked, and Will could feel his eyes fixed on him.

Puffing out his cheeks, he breathed, “I think so. Kinda have to be.”

Will looked out the window, seeing all the families saying goodbye to his fellow troops, his heart aching in his chest as his mind went to you.

He blinked and then turned toward Benny, shaking his head and laughing, seeing how bad Benny’s beat up face was and knowing he looked ten times worse.

“We look like idiots.”

Benny ripped down the visor to look at his face in the mirror, offended Will would say such a thing.

“I look like this pretty much all the time. Are you saying I always look like an idiot?”

“I'll leave that up to you.”

Their chuckles faded out, leaving them to sit in silence for a couple of minutes, Benny studying Will carefully for any tell that he wasn’t stable enough to get on that aircraft.

He saw his brother’s chest rising and falling sharply, the pulse in his neck thumping wildly, the muscles in his cheeks flinching as he tried to control his emotions.

“Everything will be fine, man.” Benny assured him, referring to both things with you and his mission.

Will nodded and finally found the courage to look over at him, his eyes wet.

“Keep an eye on her for me?” he choked out, trying to swallow the broken sob that followed his words.

“I will.”

Benny clapped his shoulder and shook it, his eyes welling up too, knowing he would never get used to these goodbyes regardless of how many times they happened, seeing his big brother go off to war something he hated more and more over the years.

Will leaned over and pulled him into a hug, squeezing his back so tight while feeling himself start to crumble as Benny reciprocated it with equal force.

“I love you, man,” Benny mumbled against his brother’s shoulder.

“I love you, too, Ben.”

Benny knew there was no point in punishing him anymore, it was punishment enough with his own guilt and having to go do what he was, and losing you on top of it was about all Will could handle.

He’d have his brother’s back no matter what, even if he didn’t agree with some of the things he’d done, and knew Will would do the exact same for him if it was the other way around.

Benny had never seen Will so happy as when he was with you, and promised to himself that he would do everything in his power to help get you two back together, refusing to let him give up on what he knew was the real deal.

The brothers parted, Benny squeezing the back of Will’s neck as Will pulled the handle to open the door.

“Go get ‘em and get on home.”

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Part 7

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Some random spider noir information from the comics! I’ve specified where the movies might come in and fanon stuff!

Noir was raised to be and is a socialist activist.

Dude most likely has a 1920-30s NY Bowery accent.

His first run takes place in 1933, in ITSV he comes from 1933, his second run(EWAF)takes place 8 mo. after, so he’d be coming off EWAF to ATSV.

Age wise this makes him 17-20.

Noir has been spiderman for like 2 yrs at most by ATSV, he started in 1933 and is from 1933 in ITSV.

Was bitten by a mythical spider rather than a radioactive one(its a whole thing let’s not get into it).

His costume is/based on his Uncle’s WW1 fighter pilot outfit

He has a black cat named Ding Ding.

Has an ambiguously strained relationship with aunt May bc she’s against killing, he is not.

Yes, he kills Nazis.

Yes, his uncle was cannibalized, his ‘love’ interest had her face mutilated, and his best friend was lobotomized.

Had two paternal figures named ‘Ben’ who died lol.

One of the few spiders who are always strapped.

Has organic black webbing!

If I’m remembering this right unlike the other Peters he’s more interested in physics than bio.

In the comics he’s not as physically strong as the other spiders and carries around a small vile of venom for emergencies.

He lives/grew up in a Bowery welfare center with his Aunt and Mj(sometimes) but later gets his own office/apartment.

Recruited to Superiors death squad before working with the other spiders.

Has died at least once(confirmed), but implied multiple times, and was resurrected from another dimension by a spider god back to his own universe.

Fanon wise, most people call him some variation of Benjamin(while avoiding Ben lol) like Benj, Benji, B, etc. with various justifications but ultimately to more easily differentiate between the other Peters. Me personally, I think he takes on the name ‘Benjamin Urich’ but that’s a different post.

Noir does have canon love interests. He has had a romantic(mostly sexual) relationship with White Widow aka Felicia Hardy, but she was like 40 he was like 16/17 it’s weird and gross. He has also had a weird relationship with his MJ but it’s not super flushed out and he even says in the comics it’s strained, so most fanon views her as a sister figure.

Fanon wise, he is often shipped with his best friend Robbie Robertson(who dies very traumatically) or Jean DeWolfe, a federal agent, he’s seen working with. Recently, I’ve seen him shipped with a lot more characters, most notably Ham, Hobie, and Miguel.

[foolsocracy]

With all the age discourse around Spider-Man Noir right now, I thought I’d compile parts of the comic that imply his age. I want to state that this pulling from his 2009-2010 comic run before the time skip, specifically the first volume. The spiderverse movie has taken a lot of liberties with the characters, so it is very possible that what Peters age is in 1933 in the comics is NOT what his age is in 1933 in the movies.

Peter’s age is not directly stated in his 1st comic run (I can’t speak for the 2020 ones because it has been a while since I read them, plus there’s like a 10 year jump). It IS however heavily implied that he is young. So much so that you can’t seem to go more than a page without someone referencing it.

Like, these all happen in the same scene. The writers beat you over the head with it.

In this issue alone Peter is called both “son” and “sonny” once, “boy” twice, and “kid” 8 times. Outside nouns, he is also referred to as young, and when Urich brings him to The Black Cat, Felicia calls it “babysitting.” Urich also asks Peter if he is “allowed out after midnight” but after some research I can’t seem to find any evidence of NYC having juvenile curfews at this point in time, though they did exist in lots of towns in the late 1800s and early 1900s because of child labor laws. I think this instance is just Pete just being young and an adult being concerned about his well-being.

It is also mentioned in this volume, and again in Eyes Without a Face (vol 2), that Peter wants to go to college in the future and is currently studying & saving up money to do so. This alone doesn’t necessarily mean he’s under 18 as there isn’t a max age to apply for college, plus Peter comes from a poor family during the Great Depression. It wouldn’t surprise me if he started college later than usual because of that (lack of funds & catching up due to not being in school/working).

There is other evidence that does imply he is under 18 though— he’s too young to drink alcohol!

Spider-Man Noir Vol 1 issue 1 starts in January 1933 before jumping back three weeks to December 1932 where Ben Urich meets Peter Parker

It is during December 1932 that he meets Felicia Hardy who owns the speakeasy The Black Cat. Prohibition is still in place and won’t be overwritten until a year later in December 1933. It is important to note that before Prohibition was instated, the drinking age in New York was 18 years old. That law is what the characters reference when they discuss drinking age. And most importantly, Peter doesn’t deny the fact that he’s too young to drink. He just snarks back in true Parker fashion

This is the most concrete evidence there is towards Peter being under 18 in the noirverse. It can even be argued that Peter is under 17 with how easily Felicia picks up on the fact that he’s underage (and that she does so from a distance might I add, as seen in the ‘babysitting’ panel).

There is also a panel where JJJ refers to Peter as an “orphan.” By definition, an orphan is a kid under 18. This is JJJ, so this can be taken with a grain of salt as he loves good ol hard-hitting words. When people speak they don’t always use words by their exact definitions; sometimes if you’re young and your parents are dead, JJJ is going to label you an orphan even if ur a legal adult lol. But if you take this at face value it’s definitely another indicator that Peter is under 18.

TLDR; Spider-Man Noir from his 2009-2010 comic run is most likely under 18, and can be argued to be 15-16+. If not that, then is definitely college aged or younger.

[michelle-is-writing]

Sick, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 1.2k~

Saturday nights are always date nights for me and Ben. No matter what, we always go out and do something fun together. We'll go to dinner, watch a movie, see a game, anything that sounds like a good time. We always make an effort, and nothing ever stops us from spending time together.

However, as I lay in my bed with nonstop nausea filling my throat and stomach, I feel the need to cancel for tonight. During the seven months that we've been dating, neither of us have ever canceled a Friday night, and that's always something I love about us. Once again, we always make time for each other, so when I think about calling Ben and saying I can't go tonight, I feel even worse.

Reluctantly pressing the green button on Ben's contact, I hold my phone up to my ear and listen to the ringing tone as I wait for him to pick up. As more seconds pass, I find myself trying to hug my blankets as close to me as I can while my body begins to shiver. This stomach pain is starting to cause me to feel cold as well, and it sucks.

"Hello, darling," I hear Ben's voice pick up after the second ring, making me smile. I always love hearing his voice. It carries this tone of protection in it that gives off a feeling of happiness at the same time. "Are you ready for our date?"

At his question, I close my eyes and swallow down the guilt that rises to my throat as my smile lowers into a frown. He sounds so happy - excited, almost. Do I really have to take that away from him? All because of something that could probably be treated with medicine?

As soon as the thought of maybe suffering through the pain and going on a date, another stomach cramp pushes into me, making me almost hunch over in my bed to get through the pain. "Actually, Ben," I start, my free arm wrapping around my stomach as the stinging sensation passes. "I was calling to tell you that I can't come," I explain, my ears almost catching the sound of his heart breaking through the phone speaker. "I think I caught food poisoning from my friend's food at dinner we went to the other night."

"I ate it, and I seem fine," He tells me, his words making me shake my head with an amused smile.

"That's because you have an iron stomach, Ben," I joke, hearing him chuckle on the other end. "And, besides, if you can eat your own cooking, then you can eat practically anything."

"Oi!" Ben dramatically exclaims as if my words hit him with a punch. I laugh at his silliness. "Such harsh and hurtful words from the woman I love!" He further chides as I clench my already hurting stomach from laughing. He soon joins in on the laughing before speaking once more. "But that's alright love. I understand you're not feeling well. I love you! And I'll be over in ten minutes."

Just as quick as he said his last words, he hangs up, leaving me to stare across the room with wide eyes as my phone remains resting in my hand, Ben's picture flashing once before the screen goes dark. Did he really just pull a fast one on me? Just like that?

While thinking about Ben, yet another wave of nausea rolls over me, causing me to turn onto my side with my knees close to my chest, a pained groan escaping my lips at the same time. What if this isn't food poisoning, and it's something contagious, and I accidentally give it to Ben? It's not that I don't want him coming over (I'm glad that he is), but the last thing I want to do is make him sick as well.

For what feels like an eternity, I lay on my sides, switching between the two when another cramp comes along. It isn't long before I hear keys being inserted into my front door, twisting and turning before the piece of wood opens and closes a few short seconds later. Footsteps sound throughout my tiny apartment until my bedroom door gently opens, a head full of blond hair and shining blue eyes staring back at me as I smile from my current predicament on the bed.

"There she is," Ben says with a sweet smile. Wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black sweats, he takes one step into my room before happily sighing. "And just as beautiful as ever."

Blushing, I roll my eyes and flop onto my other side to dramatically turn my back to him, only receiving a laugh back before I feel his warm body settle behind my cold one. As soon as he touches me, it's as if all of my nausea and cramping dissipate, the warmth from his body acting as a heating pad for my achey body.

Ben wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his body as he kisses my temple, his lips soft and warm like fresh pastries. At his sweet affection, I smile even more and raise my hands to rest on top of his, only for him to interlock our fingers together. Even when I'm sick and not able to do the things we usually do, he's still the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.

"Would you like me to make you some soup?" Ben asks, leaning down to nuzzle his face in my neck. Underneath the covers, his legs intertwine with mine, bringing me just enough warmth to stop shivering so bad.

"No, just lay here with me, please," I tell him, snuggling my body further in his hold as a soft sigh escapes my lips. There's nothing better than lying in the arms of the person you love - especially if they're a natural heater.

"Oh, and like I said earlier," I begin, remembering our earlier conversation. "Your cooking is something special," I remind Ben with a smirk, listening as he snickers behind me. Okay, maybe there's nothing better lying in the arms of your boyfriend and teasing him for his helpless qualities.

"I can put on a video or something, go off of that," Ben suggests, leaning his head over mine to cuddle closer to the front of my neck. "Or, I could be safe and just order something," he offers, making me smile.

"That would be nice," I tell Ben, nodding my head. Just as he goes to get up to grab his phone presumably, I tug him back down and snuggle even further into him. "In five minutes, of course," I clarify, hearing him snicker behind me again.

With a simple "okay," Ben gets himself comfortable once more before resuming holding me close. I guess no matter what, Saturday nights will always be our night and not even a stupid stomach bug can stop that.

[thiskryptonite]

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Happy RP’ing!

[youremyheaven]

angel imagery and vedic astrology 👼🏼🧚🏼‍♀️

i had previously made an observation that angels in cinema are often played by actors who have deva gana nakshatras. upon looking into it more, i noticed that people who repeatedly use angel imagery often have pisces rashi nakshatras, mrigashira, swati, punarvasu or purva & uttaraphalguni placements.

sufjan stevens on stage. he has ubp moon, mrig mercury, jup revati amk, punarvasu saturn amk

this is the album cover of nirvana's last studio album. kurt cobain has mars and ketu in swati. swati is associated with eggs and conception and creation. the album heavily features themes of birth and death, nurturance and violence. the original title was supposed to be i hate myself and want to die (kinda ominous considering the fact that kurt took his own life not long after) but the final title was taken from a poem written by Courtney Love, who has punarvasu sun & moon.

ill make a separate post about this but punarvasu & swati are deeply intertwined nakshatras. both deal with the nature of the universe, creation and reality itself.

Van Halen's 1984 album. this is singer David Lee Roth's last album before his exit from the band. David has swati mercury and saturn with pbp moon

swati sun & stellium, katy perry at met gala wearing angel wings

here she is at the grammys wearing angel wings

david beckham has a large back tattoo of an angel, mrig venus atmakaraka, revati jup punarvasu saturn

revati moon rihanna has the winged egyptian goddess isis tattooed on her chest

angel of the north sculpture by antony gormley. it is said to be the largest sculpture of an angel.

he has purvaphalguni sun, revati moon and swati mars, uttara phalguni ketu

this depiction of an angel is a very modern and "high-tech" and to me the polarity between depicting an angel (in itself a very archaic and otherworldly concept) in a very human albeit futuristic way is 100% the influence of his revati moon and swati mars.

the angel and the woman (1977) is about a murdered woman who is brought back to life and becomes romantically involved with the angel who rescued her. carole laure who plays the rescued woman has purvaphalguni stellium punarvasu mars atmakaraka and revati jup amk meanwhile the angel is played by lewis furey who has mrigashira sun and swati moon

l'ange or the angel (1982) is an experimental art house film and its letterboxd description says its about "The climbing of an immense staircase made up of the most varied stairs- Symbolic scenes occur on different levels where characters seem to be prisoners of their deeds and of their own folly. The steep staircase leads little by little towards the zones of great light where human beings and nonhuman beings meet."

the director has pbp moon, revati mars atmakaraka, mrigashira saturn amk

the character of Angel/Archangel in the X-Men movies has been played by two people

ben hardy, pushya moon and ketu plays Archangel in X Men. like i said in my previous post, angels in cinema are often played by deva gana nak natives and pushya is a deva gana nakshatra.

thisrole was previously played by ben foster who has swati sun, punarvasu moon, uttaraphalguni venus and jupiter

i married an angel 1942 is a very punarvasu coded film

its about a wealthy man, Willie who swears he'll only marry an angel. soon enough an angel comes into his life but due to her divine nature, she is unable to fib and has no human failings. Her honesty alienates her husband's high society acquaintances and his biggest customer and causes a run on his bank. His sister, Countess Palaffi, saves the day by teaching the angel about the real world. Willie and his now Earthier angel live happily ever after.

jeanette macdonald who plays the angel has mrigashira sun, punarvasu moon and mercury and pushya rising with purvaphalguni mars

The Vintner's Luck 2007 is a queer coded movie about a man who is visited by an angel every year. gaspard ulliel plays Xas, an angel, he has anuradha sun and ketu with ubp rising. the movie is directed by niki caro who has uttara phalguni sun, anuradha moon

its based on a book by elizabeth knox who has ketu in revati

Angel's Bone is a one act opera, which follows the plight of two angels discovered on earth who are forced into spiritual and sexual slavery at the hands of a financially troubled couple.

the angels longed for earthly delights and that has, mysteriously, brought them back to our world. they're found by a couple who nurse the wounded angels back to health. but they keep them as prisoners and decide to exploit the magical beings, clipping their wings and forcing them into prostitution to earn back their plucked feathers.

Do Yun who composed this piece has mrigashira sun revati ketu with venus and mars in bharani

Bharani is karma and concerns itself with purging and purifying whatever it touches. everything that is dirty, impure, false or frivolous is stripped away to reveal what is true and real. this specific work of art displays Bharani themes with both the couple and the angels facing their karma in different ways.

in the tv show Touched by an Angel, Roma Downey plays monica who is an angel. she has bharani sun and purva phalguni moon

Bharani is karma and bharani is also tasked with guiding souls to other realms. in this show, Monica is an angel in heaven who travels across to the earthly realm to help and guide people.

Gisele Bundchen has Pushya sun, Swati moon, punarvasu mercury mrigashira venus

Swati moon, Kylie Jenner frequently wears angel wings

she also has revati saturn as her atmakaraka and ive already talked about how much pisces girlies love butterflies<3

here's the whole clan wearing angel wings one halloween

swati sun, ubp moon, kendall jenner dressed up like a fairy

rihanna, revati moon wearing angel wings

mrigashira venus atmakaraka megan fox

as to why these specific nakshatras are drawn to angel imagery, i have a few thoughts.

mrigashira is associated with shape shifting, as Brahma's daughter assumed the form of a deer. angels are divine beings who can assume different forms and travel to different worlds.

punarvasu and swati are both connected to the universe and creation itself. it shouldn't be surprising that these natives are drawn to angel imagery.

purvaphalguni and uttaraphalguni nakshatras are both symbolised by the marital bed, union and consummation of love/marital bliss. again coming back to conception and creation. it seems to me that wherever there is creation, there are angels protecting it.

pisces rashi (pbp, ubp and revati) is the point of dissolution. its the final rashi and here, all that's been learned through all the other rashis is contained, it reaches its absolute point. its the height of moksha. spiritual liberation is the aim and again, it makes sense as to why natives of this rashi of completion and surrendering would be drawn to heavenly and angelic imagery.

[seekdevotion]

*          𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒     𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃          :          mw fcs & personality types maybe ? this looks so good !

first of all : love you sweat ! i will point you towards 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 meaty mw fc list, bc many good points were made. but ! i'll also take this moment to self advocate and some will b repeats ... i would go absolutely feral for ella purnell ( duh ), laura harrier, jessica chastain, avan jogia, ben barnes, zion moreno, cillian murphy, blanca padilla, oscar isaac, margot robbie, tom hardy, alexa demie, riz ahmed, samara weaving, zendaya, tom holland, mimi keene, logan lerman, adelaide kane, victoria pedretti, andrew garfield, penelope cruz, emma mackey, charles melton, bill skarsgard, adam dimarco, medalion rahimi, natasha liu bordizzo, dua lipa, archie renaux, robert pattinson, freida pinto, florence pugh, dev patel, jessica alexander, oliver jackson cohen, halston sage, kiowa gordon, lily james, madelaine petsch, jordan connor, hande ercel, phoebe tonkin, nick robinson, savannah lee smith, emily alyn lynd, henry golding, rachel zegler, josh heuston, paul mescal ( i actually can't talk about it... ), daisy edgar jones, rami malek, lily rose depp, aron piper, adria arjona, olivia cooke, and that's just off the dome... now as for personality or character types ? why don't you go ahead & read more for some that have come to me ;)

any and all of the bunnies of mona awad's bunny - pretentious and beautiful budding literary icons , diehard devotees of "the aesthetic" ( or part of a cult most likely )

local carmy ? brilliant , celebrated , seemingly stuck in devo due to some unfortunate emotional ( or physical ) ties - maybe managing the diner or cheffin' it up at the whaler

ex - sea captain who is now devoted to hunting for treasure - both geocache and pirate style . some townspeople think they've lost the plot but others have noticed they really have a knack for this . obviously , quite the casanova

a well liked ghost therapist . came to town years ago as a ' spiritualist ' / more of a lowkey con artist medium but really came into their own in this environment

the seraphic matchmaker , wholesome , in love w love , just wants everyone to be happy , strikes gold every time to the point it is giving witchcraft , world's best and most in demand bridesmaid as a result !

charming and charismatic town official , great at drawing in a crowd and overseeing all the best local events . old money ( as much as you can be in this town , bc their family has always been here ) so obviously corrupt w very questionable morals

THE barber who does put everything you say in their chair on blast via their town meme page / finsta but customers stay loyal bc the only competition has a much darker reputation ( plot twist : and they were roommates ! )

ofc , new in towns / tourists with shady motives , to keep the locals on their toes

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

WHO'D YOU RATHER?: 100 MALE ACTORS EDITION

A game I often spring on friends who are as obsessed with pop culture as I am is Who'd You Rather?. The terms are loose and we usually do it as a progression (so your last choice is often pitted against a new one). It's light fun but my diabolical goal is usually to torture someone with a choice of nearly equal weight (like I did to myself with the first two selections).

Sharing this here in case anyone would like to join in 😊 My own picks are in bold. If anyone has a round or two for me, feel free to add it in the comment section.

Daniel Brühl vs Benedict Cumberbatch

Cillian Murphy vs Rami Malek

Gael García Bernal vs Diego Luna

Pedro Pascal vs Oscar Isaac

Riz Ahmed vs Dev Patel

John Cusack vs Ethan Hawke

Hugh Grant vs Jude Law

James McAvoy vs Tom Hiddleston

Michael Fassbender vs Tom Hardy

Matthew Goode vs Dan Stevens

Edward Norton vs Sam Rockwell

Brad Pitt vs Colin Farrell

Keanu Reeves vs David Tennant

Matt Smith vs Hugh Dancy

Adam Driver vs Jake Gyllenhaal

Robert Pattinson vs Jamie Dornan

Regé-Jean Page vs Jonathan Bailey

Michael Cera vs Jesse Eisenberg

Andrew Garfield vs Nicholas Hoult

Matt Bomer vs Andrew Scott

Bill Hader vs Paul Rudd

John Mulaney vs Ramy Yousef

Jason Sudeikis vs John Krasinski

Zachery Levi vs Adam Brody

Paul Dano vs Barry Keoghan

Steven Yeun vs Henry Golding

Domhnall Gleeson vs Ben Whishaw

Elijah Wood vs Daniel Radcliffe

Ryan Gosling vs Ryan Reynolds

Hugh Jackman vs Ewan McGregor

Timothée Chalamet vs Tom Holland

Paul Mescal vs Josh O'Connor

Jeremy Allen White vs Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Shia LaBeouf vs Miles Teller

Mike Faist vs Dane DeHaan

Kingsley Ben-Adir vs Daryl McCormack

Mads Mikkelsen vs James Spader

Robert Downey Jr. vs Tom Cruise

Matt Damon vs Mark Ruffalo

Idris Elba vs Michael B. Jordan

Jeremy Renner vs Bradley Cooper

Henry Cavill vs Chris Hemsworth

Chris Evans vs Sebastian Stan

Alexander Skarsgård vs Bill Skarsgård

Austin Butler vs Jacob Elordi

Mahershala Ali vs Sterling K. Brown

Mark Strong vs Stanley Tucci

Steve Carell vs Bob Odenkirk

Michael Shannon vs Bryan Cranston

Joaquin Phoenix vs Christian Bale

[luiluvr]

🌼 introducing myself !

SUMMARY: introduction of me & fandoms i will be writing for + the drafts i’ll be posting within december

introduction: hello! my name’s eve, i’m a multifandom writer and editor! i love reading stories on here and i’ve been working on a few of my own drabbles to post soon! they’re longer pieces of work but i hope you will enjoy them :)

writing is a big passion of mine and i’m super excited to start sharing my head cannons for characters and the silly fics i’ll be writing to post soon 🌼

i’ve been writing fanfics for a bit, especially on wattpad a few years back, i think tumblr is a more matured and better version of it :3

anyway! i love marvel, i have a tiktok editing account “midnvghts”, (trying to edit frequently again) i love music (taylor swift, halsey, gracie abrams, kendrick, and soo much more..)

fandoms i’m in:

glen powell: tyler owens, gary johnson, ben

hugh jackman: logan howlett (more soon)

tom hardy: eddie brock & johnny davis (more soon)

tom blyth: billy the kid & coriolanus snow

josh hutcherson: mike schmidt, sean anderson, peeta mellark, clapton davis, billy (burn)

aaron taylor johnson: quicksilver, kraven (more soon)

miscellaneous: MARVEL: peter parker, (mainly andrew and tom, but tobey is inevitable), tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes (more soon?)

first post(s):

i plan on posting a kraven/sergei kravinoff draft soon! i’m pretty proud of how it’s turning out (BTW: some of my works will be NSFW and this first fic already is 😭) can’t help it he’s so hottie in the movie, which ALL the comic related characters in marvel will be based off the movie characters NOT the comic ones, so if something isn’t accurate to the comics that’s why lol

so my first post: kraven/sergei kravinoff and probably my second post too

afterwards: gary johnson fanfic anyone? i have so many ideas for glen’s character in hit man, and i never see any fics about him 😭

anyway.. that’s about it! i hope you guys enjoy reading my fics and seeing my page, can’t wait to connect with people who share similar interests!

[destinyc1020]

Also, piggyback to the last anon, Tom is in dire need of some new fans, lol. That one blog here that deactivated was not a fan, and spidey fans are good, but that fanbase can be a lot, and often, they dismiss his version of Spiderman but to each their own For some ppl, this new nolan film night be their first time seeing Tom in a prestige blockbuster kinda like when I first saw Elvis, I wasn't familiar with Austin's work. Now I'm excited to see what he's up to. Idk if that makes sense. I'm not dismissing the Carrie diaries, I just wasn't aware of it before Elvis.

I'm more excited if him teaming up with Matt Damon. He's one of our last great actors who seems passionate about films as ppl love using those hot ones clip of him talking about the industry. When he worked with Cillian, him and Ben became producers of Cillian's current film out rn, and maybe he can get Tom to actually shoot the winner, lol. I don't trust that woman with those wigs in Sony, sorry. There are too many empty promises, like what's happening with Fred Astatire?

Also, I'm happy to see you back Destiny, it's queit since you took a break😭💓

Not "the lady with those wigs at Sony"!! Rofl 😂😂🤣 Omg, I nearly choked on the water I was drinking lol 😂

Speaking of Sony, I bought tickets to see "Venom 3" tomorrow night lol. 🤭 I like Tom Hardy, and friends were saying that they loved it, so I figured, why not? 😅

I'll let you all know my review lol.

Anyway, I totally agree with you. Working with Nolan and Matt is definitely going to open Tom up to some other fans (mostly film-loving fans) in the atmosphere, and I for one am here for it lol. 😅

We need some new fans of Tom that are actually into films and aren't just spidey/MCU fans, or stans who just want to engage in fandom wars with other actors all the time. 😒

And yea, you're so right. I had known of Austin for YEARS, but it was the "Elvis" role that really made me (and many others) sit up, take notice, and say "whoa". So yea, I def think that the same will happen with Tom, and he will take many by surprise. Tom is already mega-famous, so most people already know him by name. So that helps also.

I think he's going to gain way more appreciators after this role. Just my guess. 😊

Also, I'm happy to see you back Destiny, it's queit since you took a break😭💓

Thanks so much! 🥰 😘

[lildoodlenoodle]

I dont know if I’ve ever discussed this particular head-canon so I’m gonna do it now. As always I love to hear thoughts on my theories so don’t be afraid of reblogging with tags and the comment section!

I don’t think spider noir goes by the name Peter Parker in his universe, I think he goes by Benjamin Urich.

NOW LET ME EXPLAIN

It’s not just convenient to have a different name than Peter Parker meta wise for distinguishing the different universe’s Parkers, I have actual reasoning. But first we have to talk about universe 90214 Ben Urich, the original. (This is going to b very generalized)

This version of Urich is an investigative reporter, who was really good at his job. So good in fact he’s associated with the likes of J Jonah Jameson(in this universe the bugle is a real newspaper who reports the facts despite criminal/political threats). There’s a lot implied that he used to work a lot more closely with Jonah and Felicia Hardy to run an information network, or web, to inform the public and keep organized crime in check. This is what earned him the name the ‘Spider’. To reiterate, the spider was an anonymous identity that few knew Urich was. However, over time he became addicted to drugs and began to take cuts from the organized crime he was supposedly working against. More specifically: the Goblin, who’s basically a mob boss in this universe. He had gone dirty, which is why I suspect his previous colleagues put some distance between them.

Fast forwards: Urich takes on Peter Parker as an apprentice after getting him out of a fight with some of Goblin’s goons outside of a protest. Peter becomes largely frustrated working for Urich due to just watching and reporting instead of doing something, this is evident during the apartment fire scene. Peter wants revenge on the Goblin for the death of Ben Parker and keeps pushing for Urich to go after him, but because of Urich’s deal with Goblin he essentially gives Peter busy work. This ultimately leads to Peter getting his powers. Later on Peter finds out that Urich has been hoarding information on the Goblin but is getting drugs from the Goblin so he’s not releasing it. He’s angry, there’s a shouting match. This ultimately inspires Urich to publish the Goblin’s information but also causing him to be killed by the chameleon in retaliation. While this was happening Peter swings in in his spider gear and mask to attack the goblin. They all assume this is Urich underneath the mask, and call him the spider. And later on people assume this masked spider is the same one who ran the information web.

Now as to the why I think Peter took the name Benjamin Urich: As seen above Peter is very much taking Urich’s place. He’s already taking the Spider’s name and it’s very convenient to have another alias to use with it. Especially one that people(from the underground at least) already associate the spider with. It’s quite literally perfect, too perfect, but that’s another post and has to do with the spider god. We already know he has a lot of heavy feelings with the name Benjamin for his uncle as well as his own middle name, which could be used against this theory. With that said I also think in this universe Peter doesn’t feel a whole lot like Peter after the spider bite. And maybe it’s gradual, but it most certainly starts with the spider bite/god. He is not the same person by the end of his run to say THE LEAST. Taking on a new identity, especially the one of Ben Urich, a man who wanted to do good, to be good but fell short, who wanted a second chance and didn’t really get it, would be a fantastic way narratively for Peter to express that.

And finally, because this Peter Parker is not the Peter Parker that May wanted him to be, but he is exactly who Benjamin Urich wanted him to be.

[practically-an-x-man]

So that ten facts characters thing, it didn't specifically say original characters... but it also said my characters.. but idk sometimes people feel like they have a claim on a blorbo or something.

Um... anyway give me ten facts about Rae (and only if you're up to it, ten facts about Warren?)

Oooh thank you! Let's see... under the cut for space

Rae:

Often speaks with a faint Scottish accent, but it gets thicker when she's tired

Is actually quite handy around the house - her father's a carpenter, and taught her and her sisters quite a bit about general repairs

Can speak seven languages fluently, but can count to ten in over 20

Went through a phase when she was about twelve of pretending she was a mutant with a hidden mutation (most of her friends were mutants who had just recently come into their mutations and she got jealous)

If Apocalypse hadn't forcibly expressed her mutation, it only would have been expressed through an extremely physically stressful event (like a car accident, or going into labor)

The only pets she's ever had were fish (her mom is allergic to pet dander, and as an adult Rae moves around too much to have a pet)

Was once dared by her friends to try and ride one of the Highland cattle they found out in a field somewhere (she did it)

Once got into a fight on Jess' behalf after her Prom date stood her up. Rae go a three-day suspension for it, but the boy apologized to Jess

Doesn't remember when exactly her phobia developed, but her earliest memory of it is going into a panic attack in the middle of English class bc one of her classmates kept reading her mind to get the answers (and she could sense it happening)

Once they're reasonably settled-down, she and Warren take dance classes together :)

Warren (it's blorbo time babyyyy):

Canon middle name is Kenneth

Once appeared in the comics as a character called "The Fallen", with bat wings

Once appeared in the comics with cosmic/fire wings in X-Men Blue

In Marvel 1602, his name is changed to Werner

Both actors who have played his adult, live-action versions were named Ben (Ben Hardy in Apocalypse and Ben Foster in Last Stand - and I say adult because the kid-Warren at the start of Last Stand is played by an actor named Cayden Boyd)

In the comics, once was mocked for having "the largest shoulder blades I've ever seen" (paraphrased)

His wings in The Last Stand were such a big project that they had a dedicated feather department for the special effects crew. It was led by Laurel Taylor

Canonically can lift his own weight plus 200 pounds when flying

Canonically, his mutation prevents his body from storing excess body fat (so that he can get himself off the ground and fly effectively)

In the comics, strikes up a romance with Psylocke after both of them were involved in the business with Apocalypse. He's also had a relationship with a non-mutant named Candy Southern

[michelle-is-writing]

The Dress, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 3k~

Fashion has always been something I enjoyed. My fiancé, who has a good fashion sense himself, always lets me dress him any chance I get. Even when he goes to significant events like big award shows, my decision-making with clothes is still requested without fail every time.

"(Y/n), can you help me pick out my suit?"

"(Y/n), what shoes would be best?"

"(Y/n), which outfit should I wear?"

And with a smile, each time, I would respond happily.

"Of course, Ben."

Yet, every time I dress him, he somehow convinces me into dressing up as well before heading out into the scene with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist as my head rests on his chest. I enjoy dressing up Ben, and he seems to enjoy watching me get dressed up as well.

Tonight is no different, except the event is much smaller than the usual events we go to. This time, it's just a simple get-together for Ben and his cast members from Bohemian Rhapsody. Just as five rolled around, two hours before the dinner, Ben asks the question I got used to hearing after two years of being together.

"(Y/n), would you mind helping me?" I hear Ben ask, his head peering around the corner as his blonde locks fall against his forehead. From the living room couch, I smile and stand up before heading over to him as he explains. "I can't decide what to wear."

"I'd love to help you, love," I assure him, kissing his cheek. I watch his lips turn up into a sweet smile before I walk into our bedroom, his footsteps following behind mine. Looking into our closet, I quickly pluck out the set of clothes I like. The outfit is casual, but it's one of my favorites. The pants hug his legs just enough to accentuate his muscles, and I can't help but love them.

Handing Ben the black button-up top with beige pants, I pick out his brown oxfords and sit down on the bed with them beside me. With a smile, Ben clambers into the beige pants, eliciting a small laugh from me. "I can't help that I'm a bit clumsy!" He points out, making me laugh even more.

"At least you recognize it," I joke, watching his slightly red cheeks dim down to a pink hue. I watch as he moves onto his shirt, sliding the arms on and straightening it out before beginning to button it. Before his fingers reach the second bottom-button, I stop him.

"Come here." I tell him, moving to stand on my knees on the bed to meet his height. Despite this, he still manages to tower over me by a few inches, making him smile.

Brushing Ben's hands away from the shirt, I begin buttoning it myself before moving onto roll up the dark sleeves. I finish the left one without a problem and switch over to the right one, my hands brushing against his skin each time I do so. Like the other arm, I stop at the middle of his bicep just as Ben leans forward and plants his lips against mine, therefore preventing me from doing anything else.

Giggling, I move my hands from his arm and up to his face as I kiss back at his eager lips. "Mmm, Ben," I say his name, only to be interrupted by another kiss. "I have," another kiss. "to get," another one. "ready too."

Finally listening to me, he pulls back with a smirk and plops down next to me on the bed, watching me as I stand to go into the closet. "Wear the (f/c) dress," I hear him say from the bed.

"Which one?" I ask, popping my head out of the closet. I soon find myself biting my lip as I gaze at Ben as he rests back against the bed, using his elbows to hold himself up while his legs spread out against the edge of the mattress. Right now, he looks comfortable while, at the same time, utterly delectable.

"My favorite," He simply answers, smirking at his own coyness. Shaking my head with a small laugh, I move to my side of the closet and find the dress he's talking about. Pulling the hanger from the metal rod, I hold it out to look at it and see if there's anything wrong with it. Thankfully, it's still the same (f/c) dress that Ben loves. It could be the neckline of it that makes Ben like it so much, or it could also be the soft, velvety material that it's made out of. Or, maybe, it's because the dress hugs me in all of the right spots, and Ben just can't help himself after a long night of unintentional teasing.

Pulling my clothes off and slipping on the dress, I slide into some black pumps before walking back into the bedroom, earning a wolf-whistle from the man I love. The action causes me to smile and roll my eyes, knowing I'm probably going to have to deal with his hands on me for the rest of the night. "There's my sexy fiancé," Ben announces before standing from the bed and walking over to me.

Almost immediately, his hands find their way to my fabric covered hips while his lips lower down to mine. "Uh-uh," I tell him, placing my hand on his chest. "I still have to do my makeup and hair, and I know that if I don't do it now, we will be late."

"But, babe!" Ben exclaims, his arms pulling me closer to him. "You don't need makeup!" He tells me with a smile, causing me to blush.

"But don't you like that lipstick that I always put on with the dress?" I ask Ben, watching him fight the urge to let me go until he finally, but begrudgingly, releases his hold on me.

"Alright, fine," He gives in, stepping back while dramatically hanging his head low. "But I'll be waiting!" He exclaims, popping his head back up with a contagious smile. "Patiently..." He bids, slowly walking backward out of the bedroom with his hand waving up and down.

Once again, I smile and roll my eyes with a shake of the head at his goofiness before heading into the bathroom and finish getting ready. I do my makeup and hair the way I usually do, prompting Ben once again to pull me close to him when I walk into the living room. Thankfully, it only takes fifteen minutes for Ben to temporally satisfy his urge to kiss me, making me glad that my lipstick is smudge-proof.

It only takes a few minutes to arrive at the restaurant, quickly finding Rami and Lucy already seated in a booth. "Did we make you guys wait?" I ask, sliding into the empty side of the booth before Ben so he can sit in front of Rami.

"No, not at all, lovelies," Lucy assures us, both she and Rami giving us bright and happy smiles. "We just got here, actually," She assures me, nodding her head once. "Somebody wanted to kiss me and then not stop when we were getting ready."

At her words, Rami looks down with a dark blush painting his cheeks and a smile that practically shouts "not sorry" taking over his lips. I giggle at her words before looking over at an innocent-looking Ben and giving him a small smirk. "Sounds like someone I know too!" I chide, watching as he gains the same look on his face as Rami's. Both of our guys are so alike, and I can't help but love it.

Conversations between us all come and go as we get our drinks and dinner, having a great time as we all joke around and share stories with one another. Once we finish our meals, we don't head out, and instead, Ben heads over to the bar to fetch him and Rami a pint. Choosing to stay at the booth with Rami and Lucy as they talk to each other, I stare at the love of my life while he talks with the bartender. A few seconds pass before a cute blonde moves to stand beside him and speak up, making my smile turn into a frown as I continue staring.

I trust Ben and all, but that doesn't mean that I'm not bothered by the flirtatious look the woman's giving him or the fact that he's talking to her as if he doesn't notice this. With the way she keeps throwing her hand, I can tell she's flirting, and if I weren't mistaken, the smile on his face shows that he doesn't mind it. Ben knows I can see him, so why is he doing this in plain view?

I hate to admit it, but as I watch it all go down, I feel my self-esteem lower as well. The blonde woman is beautiful, to simply put it. She could get anyone in this bar, and yet, she's trying to get the man that's mine - the man I love. Now that I think about it, Ben could get anyone in this entire world, but he chose me... why?

"Miss?" I hear a voice speak up to the right of me, causing me to look over and see the waiter standing at the end of our table with a small smile. "Did you hear me?"

With a flustered smile, I wave my hand with a shake of my head. "I'm sorry, I didn't," I tell him, blushing with embarrassment. "I wasn't paying attention," I explain. I was too busy staring at Ben and the girl at the bar that I didn't even hear the poor man ask me a question.

"It's alright," The man assures me with a polite nod and smile. "Can I get you anything, hon'?" At his question, I shake my head and thank him before he walks away. Only a couple of seconds pass before I see Ben in the corner of my eye returning with two glasses in his hands, handing one to Rami before sitting beside me. His eyes don't meet mine, and for some reason, he looks almost mad. Going by the fact that the woman back there was blatantly flirting with him and he didn't stop her, I can't help but grow a little upset as well, except my annoyance is for a reason.

Thirty minutes pass before we're all standing from the booth and bidding happy goodbyes before heading to our cars. Thankfully, Lucy and Rami didn't seem to notice me and Ben not speaking to each other, which is good since I wouldn't have known what to say. Meanwhile, Ben hasn't even spared a glance at me once and has chosen to practically ignore me with dull hums as answers to my questions. The ever-growing silence and distant attitude from Ben only further my frustration, and despite trying to pass it off and forget about it, Ben's not letting me by not responding to me.

Once we reach our home, I park the car and turn it off before we head out of the car and into the house, wordlessly. When we walk in, Frankie remains in her bed, feeling the apparent tension between her two owners as our footsteps sound a bit heavier and stiffer than usual. Walking past the couch, I toss my purse onto the plush seat and head straight to the bedroom. Surprisingly, Ben follows me, only stopping in his stride when I do so.

Turning around, I look at his flustered form and grow confused. His cheeks are red and puffy, almost as if he were huffing like a child, and his blond eyebrows are furrowed together in what seems to be aggravation. Not to mention his arms are crossed against his chest, causing the rolled sleeves of his shirt to stretch against his biceps as he taps his foot against the carpet soundlessly, almost like he's waiting for me to speak up, and so, I do.

"What is your problem?" I ask him, trying to sound as calm as ever, but unfortunately, a few hints of malice come out, making Ben let out an angered sigh.

"Oh, I don't know," He answers, shrugging his shoulders dramatically while shaking his head, his eyes squinted. "Other than the fact that you and the waiter were flirting when I left the table for a few seconds, I don't know what could ever be the problem!"

His words take me by shock. The waiter and I barely exchanged ten words - and none of them were even remotely flirtatious. I guess the term "hon'" could be considered flirty, but the guy seemed like he was just doing his job and being a nice person at the same time. Why is Ben getting so upset over this?

"We were not flirting!" I defend myself, my lips parted in utter disbelief. Ben barely listens to my words before speaking up once more.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" He imitates me from earlier in a high pitched voice while impersonating what could be considered a troubled and overly dramatic version of me.

"Oh, it's not a problem doll-face," This time, his voice seeps with venom in a raspier and less-deep tone than his usual voice. He must be impersonating the waiter.

Despite Ben using the wrong term, I still find myself shaking my head at his childish antics before shooting back. "Oh, so you were jealous of the damn waiter for merely talking to me whenever you were over by the bar, flirting back and forth with some chick while I was waiting for you!" I point out, crossing my arms before throwing my hand in front of me in a questioning manner. His face then plays the same shocked and almost confused reaction like mine does, making me scoff. "Wow, Ben, I can totally understand your reasoning."

"We weren't flirting back and forth!" He argues as if he were offended. His reddened cheeks puff in exasperation while he uncrosses his arms. "She told me she was a big fan of my work, and I thanked her!"

"Ben, she was staring at you with 'fuck me' eyes!" I sadly exclaim, throwing my hands up in an exasperated motion as tears fill my eyes. His face seems to soften at my sudden mood change. "And I didn't want to face the fact that I was jealous, but then, I started thinking about how easily I could lose you to any other woman that might come around and be better than me in every way," I slowly confess, turning my eyes to the floor beneath my feet. Ben then moves closer, wrapping his arms around me and gently pulling me close to him. Despite being so pissed at him, I feel my instincts take over as I nuzzle my head closer to his chest and slowly wrap my arms around his middle.

"And it hurt. So, yeah, I got lost in my own little world with my insecurities, and then the waiter came up, and I didn't hear him talking to me," Looking up at him, I stare into his green eyes as they stare down at me, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I swear, Ben, I wasn't flirting with him-" Ben cuts me off.

"I know, I know, baby," Ben assures me, one of his hands rising from my waist to run his thumb over my cheek. "And, I swear, I wasn't flirting with that girl either," He promises me. "She was in my way of getting back to the table and then she started talking, and despite trying to get past her, the only way I got her to move over was whenever I smiled and thanked her over and over again. You are the only woman for me, for the rest of my life, and the only one I will ever need or want," He promises, staring down into my eyes with the utmost honesty just before he lets out a sigh. "When I walked closer and saw the waiter looking you up and down..." Ben goes on to explain, shaking his head and closing his eyes. "I hate to admit it, but I wanted to beat the living-shit out of that guy."

At his words, I giggle and stand on the tips of my toes to press my lips against Ben's soft ones. Instantly, he kisses me back as his hand on my cheek grows firmer and his arm around me pulls me closer, giving us no space between our bodies - just the way we like it.

After a few seconds of passionate kissing, we pull away, leaving us both breathless as his thumb slides up to brush over my now swollen bottom lip. "How were you able to tell that the woman was staring at me with 'fuck me' eyes from so far away?" He asks, his voice clouded with an almost cocky tone.

"Because I've been looking at you with the same gaze for the past two hours," I explain, watching a smirk make its way onto Ben's lips. Soon enough, I find myself being playfully tossed onto the bed while Ben makes his way down my body, lightly nipping at my thighs as he pushes the bottom of my dress upward, his hands lingering on my bottom as he does so.

"I don't know how I've been able to keep my hands off you this entire night," Ben confesses, "And, I have to admit," he starts, his green eyes peering over the bunched-up fabric of my dress. "even though I love this dress, I feel like ripping it off right now," He mutters, making me laugh. Despite his current animalistic feelings, I know he could never rip one of his favorite dresses of mine - he loves to see me in it too much.

[joker-daughter]

Some fun questions to light up the mood because lately it has been a little too shit lol (I know we have daily stage door appearances but as someone who can't see the show it frustrates me more than anything😅)

* dream project for Tom : genre / costars / director / time period / look (haircut and wardrobe)

* funniest moment

* fav picture

* if you had to recommend one project or one scene to someone who knows nothing about his acting, what would you choose ?

* random unpopular opinion

anon!!!

okay, here we go:

• dream project:

genre: I’d love a comedy/dramedy or a good psychological thriller (with him as an unhinged villain, almost joker (hehe) style) but a lowkey-heartfelt-contemporary-slice-of-life story (lol) would also be something that I’d be very excited about, it could be romance too because I know he can work that charisma of his but I’m a bit careful with this wish because I don’t want the notion to spread that he can “only excel” in roles that take advantage of his charm…and like I wanted him badly in the next Knives Out movie but yeah, let’s not talk about that…🤧

Essentially tho, I just need one project where he can work his cocky side à la Mike and Johnny

(also still waiting for someone to approach him about a Bonnie and Clyde biopic 👀)

costars: I’d love for him to do something with Will Smith again, Tom Hardy as well (preferably outside of Marvel 😵‍💫), Emma Stone, Keke Palmer (I have my own little buddy comedy idea/fantasy here that is gold imo) and since The Bear is around the corner, any of the leads from that would be amazing…I’m sure there’s more but my brain is blank now…

director: no clue honestly since even the “big” ones have hits or misses lately but I’d like to see him with someone that is established/more of a household name, even just out of sheer curiosity

time period: well the present time would be nice for a change 🤣 but if it has to be a period piece, 90s for sure, especially with his current look (I really have grown to like it, help)

look (haircut and wardrobe): again, something along the lines of what he has going on now as Romeo wouldn’t be bad lol but I’d also like a more preppy character design 👀 let the man be a diva on screen!

• funniest moment:

just straight up commenting “no” under a Ben 10 fan cast 😭 he was FED UP

• fav picture:

this is hard because I have a few…my profile pic and any pic from that photoshoot is a contender for sure, especially the one on the balcony but I think I have to go with this one because it was my favorite for a very long time (the one @stanleyl chose is a beloved classic too tho!)

the vibe is just IT in this

• if you had to recommend one project or one scene to someone who knows nothing about his acting, what would you choose ?

His scenes in TCR’s episode 6. An acting masterclass imo.

but project wise I can’t decide also I’d have to know the person’s preferences tbh

• random unpopular opinion:

I honestly don’t know right now, like my brain is fried atp skjskjsj but I think most of my opinions (public and private) could be considered unpopular 💀

thank you so much, anon, this was very fun 🫶

[megalony]

Business Arrangement- Part 2

I know I haven’t written for Ben in months but I suddenly got the urge and inspiration and any requests and feedback would be lovely.

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Murderer! Ben Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) is more than ready to take over the business from her father, but the only way he will allow her to is if she marries Ben. For the business (Y/n) and Ben agree, but she soon realises she might just need protection and being with Ben becomes more enjoyable than she first thought.

Enjoy.

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"Thank you,"

"You don't have to thank me, I'm here to protect you."

(Y/n) could feel his hand moving to the small of her back as his soft words reached her ears and the way his fingers spread out against her back made her shiver internally. His words made a fire ignite in (Y/n)'s stomach that spread up into her stomach when she could feel his dominating presence at her side like a shadow looming over her.

Ever since the stranger had tried to strangle her last week, (Y/n) hadn't felt confident coming in early or locking up alone and after having a panic attack when opening up the club, she had to bite the bullet and ask Ben to come in with her, just for a week or so. Just until she could do it on her own without passing out on the doorstep.

She thought he would be annoyed or irritated or that he would say she shouldn't be in charge of the business if she couldn't even open the club on her own. But he didn't. Ben simply smiled in that shark-tooth way and he hadn't seemed to stop smiling since he'd started walking her to and from work like a bodyguard.

In some ways, he was. After all, her father had arranged this marriage primarily because he wanted (Y/n) to be safe. So Ben didn't mind watching over her, he quite liked the role of protector.

"I still think we should have told your dad what happened."

Ben forcefully punched in the pin code to the side entrance of the club before holding the door open for (Y/n), keeping his free hand glued to the small of her back as she walked in.

"He doesn't need another reason to panic about resigning... and I don't want him thinking I'm not capable of running the business."

(Y/n) couldn't have her father knowing about what happened last week. If Dorian knew someone had choked her to threaten her about taking over the business, he would become panicked. He might re-think resigning when it was what he wanted to do and he might say he didn't want (Y/n) to take over anymore if it was going to put her in harms way or if she was going to become stressed out and nervous.

"Okay,"

For a brief moment, (Y/n) felt like she couldn't breathe when Ben's hand moved from resting on her back to reach up to her neck. It felt out of character for his touch to be so gentle, so nervous and caring when his whole demanour was hard, cold and brutal. But his fingers were as light as a feather when they slowly pulled down the scarf around (Y/n)'s neck and the pad of his finger traced the dark red and blue mark that went all around the front of her neck.

Their footsteps came to a stop and (Y/n) gingerly tilted her head up to look at her finance in such a way it made Ben smile subconsciously.

"I'll see you later," His deep, sensual voice flooded through (Y/n) like a drug and it made her knees weak.

(Y/n) held her breath when Ben leaned forward and surprised her with a kiss on her forehead before he turned on his heels and disappeared, leaving her stunned to the spot for a few extra seconds.

Was this how it was going to be from now on? Forehead kisses, little touches here and there, big smiles that made her feel like fainting on the spot. Were they going to fall into a nice little routine, a comfortableness together that could be the basis for a good relationship?

This was a relationship, arranged or not. (Y/n) couldn't think of it as anything less because anything else wasn't worth having. She wanted to marry for love but her head was more practical than her heart and it told her that a marriage like this, one of safety and convenience, could blossom into something more. It was still a marriage and for all intense and purposes, they were going to be close.

(Y/n) wanted this to be a real relationship someday, she didn't want a marriage where they didn't talk or interact or be cosy or comfortable around each other. She didn't want Ben to be the silent partner in their marriage where they didn't interact other than for business or safety.

She wanted to be able to talk to him about almost anything, be around him at home and go out for drinks and talk about her favourite books and movies with him. (Y/n) wanted to hug him and be close to him because if they were going to be married for an uncertain amount of time it meant- at least for (Y/n) she couldn't have another relationship.

There was no way she could have a relationship with someone else when her marriage to Ben was for safety. People were supposed to think they were in love so no one would mess with her or the business.

But maybe this marriage might just work out.

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A soft smile worked its way onto (Y/n)'s face when her eyes landed on her dad. He was leaning against the far wall on the right, arms folded over his chest with a cigarette in his hand.

"What are we watching?" (Y/n) whispered quietly when she approached him, looking round to see what he was admiring or scrutinising. They were in the gym at the back of the club and (Y/n) knew her dad rarely came into the gym unless they were closed and he was talking to their staff. When her eyes did another sweep around, she realised what he was looking at.

Ben.

He was stood in the middle of the boxing ring, bare chest visible and covered in sweat, suspenders clinging to his broad shoulders and his trousers pulled high on his waist. He was barefoot in the ring and (Y/n) could see his blond curls soaked in sweat and hanging in front of his eyes like curtains.

She couldn't tell who exactly he was fighting since his opponent was hunched over, clinging to Ben's left arm while his right fist was pummelling into his stomach. Ben was both holding the man up and beating him down.

"Who's he fighting?"

"Ronnie."

"Ronnie? He's gonna kill him, you know if he does we won't get the money back, right?"

Ben was going to kill him with the way he was carrying on but (Y/n) couldn't seem to look away. It was oddly captivating to watch him show off his prowess in boxing and the way his smile glimmered like the deep waters of a lake made (Y/n) want to swoon.

Ronnie was someone who borrowed money from their firm and he wasn't doing so well at paying them back. If Ben killed him then they wouldn't get any money back, they wouldn't win they would just create a big mess that needed sorting. Nothing they couldn't handle, (Y/n) had done her fair share of burning documents and passports and logging a few of their men on shift to give them alibis for cleaning up a few situations. But it was still a lot of effort to go through to teach him not to take what he couldn't give back.

"When we dump him back on the streets, our other debts will be rolling in. That boy's gonna be our new hitman."

Something twinged inside (Y/n) when she watched her father nod and smile at Ben before he patted (Y/n) on the shoulder and left the gym. The only reason Ben was here was because her father was worried about (Y/n)'s safety. And it cut something inside of her to see him actually be proud of Ben after a week of him being involved in the company when he didn't give her a lot of appraisal.

She should have walked away and continued back to her office, she knew she should have left but something inside her kept her glued to the spot. Her eyes watched Ben effortlessly throw Ronnie across the ring, leaving a trail of blood splattering across the white floor and a splashback of blood flung at Ben's chest but he didn't care.

He stood in the middle of the ring, a proud smile on his lips and and a head of curls flopping around his face that was covered in beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks and neck.

His chest heaved to make up the breaths he lost while he slowly unravelled the white tape from his knuckles that barely had any scrapes on them at all despite how many punches he had thrown.

"What's buff boy doing here?"

A shiver ran down (Y/n)'s spine and she internally cringed when the gruff voice hit her ears. Why did Owen have to be here?

When she dared to turn her head to see him, she almost groaned out loud at how close and personal Owen made himself. He appeared almost out of nowhere and he stood dangerously close to her.

"Ben? He's working for us now, he's security and kind of a partner now." It felt weird but not all that bad to say that Ben was a partner in the business.

(Y/n) couldn't help but visibly frown when Owen scoffed. Why was he acting so coldly like this? He didn't even know Ben and Owen was only a security guy for the club, he wasn't in on any of the deals. He didn't look after the accounts or do the dodgy deals or the hard dirty work like a lot of others that worked for them. He had no right to be acting like he was high and mighty and Ben had been brought in under his nose.

"Nice. Anyway, what are you doing later, I was thinking we could go out somewhere."

"I don't think so," (Y/n) shook her head as she spoke before taking a step to the side to add a little distance between them.

Owen never seemed to get the message that she wasn't interested in him, or even in dating at all right now. She had the business to think of which took up most of her time and if that wasn't enough, Ben was now in the picture. She couldn't have anyone at the firm thinking it wasn't real and if she went out with Owen and then suddenly married Ben, people would know it wasn't right.

"Oh come on, just one night off wouldn't hurt. You're always working."

"Owen, I have a business to run... and besides, I don't want to go out with you." (Y/n) had to say it, she couldn't beat around the bush like she usually did because it wasn't working or getting through to him that he was trying hard and it wasn't getting anywhere.

Just as (Y/n) turned to try and leave, she felt Owen's hand latch around her wrist and pull her towards him, causing her to collide into his chest. A gasp fell from her lips and she stumbled back a few paces, anger boiling into her blood.

"Why not?"

"Get off me, I'm not interested so get over it." (Y/n) wrenched her wrist free of his hold, rubbing her tender wrist that now hurt from his viper grip.

It shouldn't matter why she said no, he should take her answer like a man and stop harassing her for a date she clearly didn't want.

"Why're you being so uptight-"

"Everything okay here?"

Ben's chest was still heaving, trying to get back the oxygen he had burned beating Ronnie to a pulp. He could feel a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his nose which he brushed away with his bloody fingertip. His eyes were wet with cold sweat but he didn't pay it any mind, he pulled at the strap of his suspenders, snapping them back into place on his shoulders before he ticked his head to the side.

His cold, darkened eyes burned into Owen, daring him to make a comeback. Ben didn't know who the smaller man was, he only knew that it was the same man who had been bothering (Y/n) last week and he didn't like the way he had grabbed her and pulled her back when she clearly wanted to leave.

(Y/n) almost melted when Ben's cold arm slithered around her waist and his hand rested on her hip, gently pulling her back until she was resting up against his bare chest. The move was so slow, tentative but protective.

"Are you alright?" Ben's eyes drifted down to look at (Y/n)'s wrist that she was subconsciously rubbing and he felt his temper starting to flare when he noticed a redness arising on her skin.

"I'm okay, Owen just needs to go back to work."

"(Y/n) come on-"

Owen took a step forward but the moment he did, (Y/n) was suddenly pushed behind Ben's broad back with his arm curled around her side, squeezing her hip tighter than before. Her nose was almost rubbing against his skin and she could smell his fragrant cologne and his natural musty scent that made her head spin. She wasn't in danger but he was protecting her anyway, he didn't have to come to her rescue but he did.

"You were just told to go back to work so I think you'd better run along, little boy." Ben's voice was gritty and hollow and his head tilted to the side as he spoke with a menacing look in his eyes that made (Y/n) shudder.

"Who the fuck are you, anyway? Barging in and getting in the way, I wasn't talking to you."

(Y/n)'s hand pressed against her chest and she swallowed a gasp when Ben lunged forward. His hand suddenly grabbed Owen's face, his finger and thumb pressing into his cheeks and pursing his lips.

"I'm the new security of this company and it didn't look like you were talking to my girl, it looked like you were touching her so I think you'd better scuttle off back to work before you're the next body in that ring. Now fuck off."

Ben let go of Owen's mouth with a forceful shove, watching him in delight as he stumbled back a few paces before he disappeared round the corner. A look of satisfaction passed across Ben's face before he turned on his heels to face (Y/n) who couldn't hide even the smallest smile from her face.

"You okay?"

"Hm."

"Good." He pressed another short kiss to her forehead just like this morning and his hand briefly rubbed up and down her arm before he headed in the direction of the showers. Leaving (Y/n) stunned to the spot.

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"What're you looking at, hun?"

Ben lifted his head from looking at his beer bottle to look over at (Y/n). He had come into the kitchen and bustled about for a few minutes and she had barely moved an inch, he was intrigued to know what she was doing.

"My dad, he gave me these... for the wedding." (Y/n) lifted her head enough to look over at Ben before she gingerly held out the small black box her father gave to her this morning. A smile pulled at Ben's lips when he looked over and saw an engagement ring and a wedding band in the small box.

Dorian always told (Y/n) that whenever she got engaged or married, she would be able to have her mother's wedding rings. When she died, he had kept them safe and when she was fourteen he let her have her mother's only other ring for a keepsake that she never took off. Now this arranged marriage was almost here, he knew it was time for (Y/n) to have the rings.

"Come here, then."

She couldn't help but smile when she looked up to see Ben holding out the engagement ring, spinning it between his thumb and index finger. He was gentle when he slipped it onto her wedding finger, his exterior and his demanour always made him seem harsh and cold, not soft and kind.

"I'm sorry about your mum, by the way."

"Thanks... you know?"

"I think everybody knows what happened to your mum, hun. Your dad castrated the ones that did it, it's pretty hard not to know in the underground." Ben took a swig of his beer and leaned his hips back against the kitchen island.

Almost everyone in the darker side of London knew what happened to (Y/n)'s mum. She was shot in cold blood when she was going home one evening and when Dorian found out who had done it, he castrated all three men and then killed them a week later.

He had gone off the rails after her mum passed and (Y/n) had lived with her death since she was nine. (Y/n) didn't have many memories of her mother and the few she did have, she cherished. Her mother had been depressed most of (Y/n)'s life, she lost her only son when he was three and after that she wasn't the same.(Y/n)'s memories of her were almost always of her in the house and sometimes, crying a lot.

But she was still her mother and (Y/n) missed her every day.

"Yeah, that's kinda why he wants us to marry. I'm all he has left, I had an older brother, the son they tried for years to have but he died. Then we lost mum, dad doesn't have anyone else and he doesn't want anything to happen to me."

"And I won't let anything happen to you."

"Why do you want this marriage? I mean, surely if you ever wanted to marry, you wouldn't pick this."

(Y/n) wasn't sure it could just be the business that made Ben agree to marry her. He was in the same line of business as her father and that was cut throat, not a lot of people would want to marry him and men like Ben weren't always the marrying type. It seemed strange that he would enter a loveless marriage simply to get a foot in a big business.

"Why not? I'm a fighter, that's what I do and as much as I like the business you're in, you're different. Not many girls in this line of work and I don't get time to meet people."

There weren't many girls in the crime scene and Ben had had enough of hiding his work behind a boxer façade. He was done with pretending in a relationship and then having to threaten them not to tell the police what he did. Whereas (Y/n) would be different, he would be helping to run her business and she would know all the things he got up to in the dead of night and she wouldn't be annoyed or frightened or scared by it. He would be working alongside her and he knew that she was different from everyone else. Different is good.

"Anyway, I know your mums rings are important to you and I get that, but you should have a ring from me, kind of makes it real, then, doesn't it? So pick one."

A smile beamed on Ben's face and his brows quirked before he suddenly held both his hands out in front of (Y/n) to emphasise his point. If she didn't have her mother's rings tonight he would of asked her this anyway. He wanted her to pick one of his many rings to wear so she had something of his and to make it more official that they were getting married.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened and raked over Ben's calloused hands, taking in the seven rings he was wearing. One was a dark silver skull that was almost as big as his thumb, he had a black one that looked like it was carved from a stone which was nice but it was on his thumb and would be far too big for her small fingers. He had two gold rings, one with an opal on and a thin black metal one.

But the ring that caught (Y/n)'s attention was a vast silver ring with a rose in the middle and vines curving around the top and bottom of the flower.

She didn't realise she was moving until her index finger was tracing over the petals and feeling the cold groove of the ring.

"You like that one?" Ben didn't give her time to answer, he was already slipping it off his pinky finger and sliding it onto her middle finger on her right hand. It was a little loose but it didn't move past her knuckle meaning it wouldn't accidentally fall off. "It looks good on you,"

Hs words were muttered quietly under his breath but they barely registered in her ears.

One moment (Y/n) was staring at the ring on her finger and the next, she felt Ben's hands cupping her face and gently tilting her head up to look at him. she stared up at him through hooded eyes, her breaths small and shallow before she felt his lips upon hers.

Their lips meshed together and Ben's fingers dug into her neck just beneath her hair sending a shiver through her nerves. She liked the way he pressed up against her, the feel of his deep breaths pushing out against her chest and the way his legs leaned into her and pinned her back against the kitchen counter.

And when his hands moved down to hold her thighs, (Y/n) could have melted on the spot. He easily lifted up her thighs and lifted her up onto the counter without breaking their lips apart. Ben stood between her thighs and she could feel him groan and smile against her lips when she hooked her legs around his waist, digging her heels into her lower back.

Wherever he was going with this, (Y/n) was happy to be along for the ride.