#Big Ben stickers

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Introducing the "Wonders of the World" digital sticker package - a magnificent collection of seven vibrant and captivating stickers that showcase some of the world's most iconic landmarks and attractions.

Take a journey through time with stickers featuring the ancient Temple of Artemis, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, and the stunning Lighthouse of Alexandria, which was one of the tallest structures of the ancient world.

Experience the natural beauty of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, one of the most fascinating and mysterious wonders of the ancient world, and the grandeur of the Great Wall of China, one of the most impressive engineering feats in human history.

Admire the modern architectural marvels of the Eiffel Tower in Paris and the Colosseum in Rome, both of which are iconic symbols of their respective cities.

Finally, add a touch of sophistication to your digital conversations with the Big Ben sticker, featuring the world-famous clock tower in London.

These stickers are perfect for travel enthusiasts, history buffs, or anyone who appreciates the beauty and wonder of our world's most incredible landmarks.

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Part 1/3 for the stickers I made for Ultimate Alien Force!

Stickers are available on my Etsy here

These are the ones introduced in Alien Force (With 2 designs for Big Chill because that one is my favorite lol)

Stay tuned for when I get around to posting the rest of this sticker set!!

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Modern!Davos Blackwood headcannons (pt. 1?)

— SFW —

I’ll hit it from the back, just so you don’t get attached — i like the way you kiss me // artemas

I can definitely see myself making more of these. Adding to the modern! Davos lore. Not proofread. LMK if y’all have other ideas or headcannons too!

Benjicot Davos Blackwood. People call him Davos. Only close friends call him Ben. Only you can call him Benji. Although, he goes by his middle name usually. Now, bloody Ben? That’s a story to be told later on how he got... (There is no story. It’s just people saying “Shit.. there’s bloody Ben..” or something like that. There’s no violence to the name, only pure exasperation when people see him)

This is the boy you need to hide away in your closet or under your bed when your parents come checking in on you randomly. You could’ve been working on homework, or just hanging around. And somehow this “annoying” guy appeared outside your bedroom window—and you just had to let him in. “C’mooon, let me in sweetheart.. you think I can’t climb up there? Stand back, I’ll show you.”

He is the type of person to rant about how the education system is rigged, set up to fail students, or rant about it in general and as a whole. Anyway he’s got a 4.0, and makes it onto the dean’s list every semester in college. However he is always late to class—complete with either a Monster or Red Bull drink in tow.

He invites you over to his place like a gentleman. Ignore his “annoying fuckass” roommate.. (it’s Aeron.) He does the whole (“it’s a little messy :3”) as he leads you down the hall of their apartment. “Hello MTV, welcome to my crib.”

He cooks at that desk, game-wise. Faceit level is between 5-6. CSGO rank is Master Guardian II (He does tell you he once hit Global Elite. But he stopped the grind to focus on school, not because he’s washed or anything—maybe you could be his Valorant duo? Or be his support in League; he’ll have you know he makes a mean ADC.. do you do overnight discord calls?—)

If you play more casual games (Minecraft, stardew, etc) he will play with you, HOWEVER, he will either ruin the aesthetic of the minecraft world via automated farms OR speedrun the mines in stardew (he passes out so much it starts to affect the money you’re trying to save for farm upgrades). Every time he goes fishing in either game he puts on a country accent and makes “gone fishing, getting away from my bitch wife” jokes. “I’ve uh- carved out an area for the iron farm. Nothin’ too big—just something to get started.” (Shows you an utterly decimated and leveled biome)

Davos Blackwood fun fact no. 43; he does rallying (rally racing). He went to a rally school for fun over the summer. Ignore the price tag; yes he saved up for that! no it’s not dangerous! Regular driving wise he does donuts in empty parking lots, and takes corners way too fast. He is the type to street race a random ass pickup truck or some other car that pulls up beside him. It is thrilling, and he knows you enjoy it too despite your protests and how you grip the handle above the seat. “No it’s fine.. pfft—don’t worry don’t— I’ll smoke him. Just watch.”

Speaking of cars. Do not complain about his car. This is his baby. His one and only. It’s an old car; it’s so old it’s bordering not being considered street safe anymore. Ignore the anime girl stickers with their tits and ass out, that was there already he didn’t do that. “It’s safe don’t worry—I’m getting the bumper and everything fixed like Monday I swear.. no I did not hit anything why would you say that-“

He’s oddly in-tune with his emotions and emotions of others despite appearances. He’ll KNOW if something’s bothering you. Maybe you’re just a little too quiet, you laugh at a joke a little too late or even if it sounds unenthusiastic. Whatever it is, Davos is on the case. A hug, some pep talk, he’ll let you punch his palms to get any anger out. He’s your ride or die, of course he’d do anything for you. And maybe if it’s a person who upset you he might pay them a visit.. “Who was it this time? Oh—that bitch? Ugh. I’m sorry about that… I have a gun just saying—“

Needs your hand in his. Or some part of you touching him. Whatever works. If he does not get a modicum of affection in 5 minute intervals he shrivels up like a plant—no he’s not being dramatic. Is the type to whine loudly about it regardless of where you’re at. On occasion he lets out bloodcurdling screams as a joke, lamenting about being denied tender love from you. You think it’s funny in private, you do not think it’s funny in public. Which is why he always does it in public. “Gimme your hand. Wha? What do you mean ‘it’s too hot out’? I wanna.. I wanna hold your hand… I don’t care if you’re sweaty—LET ME HOLD YOUR HAND”

I do believe his brain would be.. a little rotted. He sends you tiktoks, niche memes, shitposts. He will watch twitch streams or league/csgo content creators on YouTube. His vocab is normal, but does consist of slang from the gaming community. This can be good and funny, or sometimes bad if he uses it during serious moments. However he’s at least a normal human being and knows when to talk ‘normally’. He says joever unironically

Shadow boxes you. No matter what’s happening or where. You could be looking at something in a store and you just see slow, dramatic punches going toward you. He makes the whooshing sound too. This is how you know he’s bored. He’s also the type to tackle you to the bed. Not in a sensual or cutesy way but in like a WWE way that initiates a caged fighting match between you two.

Regardless of your mastery level of skateboarding he will hold your hands and pull you around on his board. Late at night when the parks or lots are empty, you both will be there. And he’ll be a smiling goof as he gently steers you around on the board. He usually says fuck helmets (his one big flaw), but carries one around just for you. His safety be damned. Yours? No question about it, you’re wearing all the gear required.

Smoker. Red flag. Marlboros, sometimes he uses zyns. It’s bad. Yes he knows he’s going to get lung cancer and succumb to nicotine. But he just can’t help it—it helps him relax. It’s why there’s a plethora of gum and also a cologne bottle in his car. Does it help? That’s to be determined. Does not smoke near you however if you don’t like that, he’s not that bad of an asshole.

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Grace / the nannies / pogo somehow managing to get Reginald to rent out a children's museum for the evening just once when the kids are like 5-6 (maybe for their birthday). They needed something to get all their energy out.

Five and Viktor in a big plastic fake tree reading books and then going to the fake supermarket, where Luther and Allison are playing house and forced Ben to be their kid. Ben wants to go to the theater where Klaus has put on a one kid retelling of the ugly duckling with no audience.

Baby Diego is either clinging to grace for dear life and not knowing what to do........or has made it his mission to sneak around and throw something at each sibling without getting caught. Five and Viktor are the hardest targets bc they have cooped themselves up in the tree.

Diego also sneaking off because he wants to play in the water zone but the adults told him not to. He comes back sopping wet but very happy. An adult has to get him changed.

Klaus comes out of the theater costume zone dressed to the nines and proclaims himself mayor of hargreeves-ville. No one listens. Five will be the only one to call him mayor for the rest of the evening. But not respect said title.

Luther ends up playing in the"boring" science kid zone for a while well Allison and Ben join Klaus in the theater.

Diego ends up in the tree but he very dangerously climbed up on it. He's stuck. No one notices till Klaus screams, causing everyone to try and get him down.

Five and Viktor end up in the theater. Viktor plays with the instruments well five becomes a butthole director to everyone. Klaus isn't having fun anymore and runs to the supermarket.

Most of them end up in the fake supermarket and have a big group play, assigning jobs and trying to actually get along. It goes as well as u would think. Klaus can't stop beep scanning things and annoying everyone with it. Five ends up enjoying fake arguing like a Karen too much and it genuinely starts to get on Allison's nerves along with the beeping. "I heard a rumor everyone was quiet!!" Then dead silence. Allison feels bad but let's it stay for a few seconds longer before "I heard a rumor that you guys could talk again~" she gives five a weak smile, hoping he doesn't explode. five gives her the biggest scowl and maybe even some tears. I think five HATES being rumored. Ends up running away from the whole thing.

Viktor has a bit too much fun going "should I get this one....ooor this one" it's two of the same toy steaks. He asks five witch one then ben. Both say the left. He gets the right.

Ben is the "manager" and is hating his existence. He ends up enjoying stocking the shelves and ignoring everything around him. Probably took a audio book cassette player from the reading tree and has been blocking everything out. Also him using his tentacles to sort things.

Luther was still in the science zone and bumps into a very upset five. ever the number 1 caring bro , Luther tries his best to comfort him. They end up away from everyone to play in a big fake rocket ship. Viktor eventually joins, holding a shopping bag with his lone toy steak in it.

Diego and Klaus end up doing arts and crafts and get covered in glitter.

They all end the day covered in glitter, wet, probably covered in stickers and marker. They need to be sneaked into the house so hargreeves doesn't see and quick to the baths (the security got it and the nannies and pogo got a ear full later) they were clean as a whistle by the time dinner rolls around.

They never have an outing like that again and barely remember it.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Love At First Sight

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Princess!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: It's your first time in America, and you do your best to blend in. No one needs to know who you really are, and you're really good at playing pretend.

Play Pretend Masterlist

Square Filled: "stop. just stop." for @mfbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You look out the window of the plane in thought. The decision to leave everything you’ve ever known wasn’t rash but it didn’t make it any easier. Nineteen hours on a plane really gives you time to think about the new life you’re stepping into. Someone in the States is waiting for you, to take care of you and help you through this difficult time.

What is America like? You’ve never been there but have always wanted to go. You only know what you’ve heard from stories and other people’s experiences. It’s so big that there are more than five different time zones. You were never able to travel to different countries for your protection but America seemed like the dream to be.

Now it’s reality.

When the plane lands, you watch everyone get out of their seats and grab their bags from the compartments above. Just follow what they do. No one is out to get you. You’re safe here. You grab your bag and hold it close as you wait for your turn to get off the plane. People get off like sheep in herds. You’re not sure what to do or where you’re going so you follow the flow of traffic. Some people break off to grab something to eat or use the bathroom but the majority of people head down to the baggage claim to gather their bags.

You wait patiently as the conveyor belt brings out the bags. You tried to be as inconspicuous as possible so you had gotten a plain black one. That was a mistake as most of the bags are black. You put a pink princess sticker on the top so you’ll look for that. You grab the right bag and haul it to your side before looking around the busy airport.

People pass by you in a hurry to get on with their lives but you’re not sure what to do. There are two police officers with dogs near the sliding doors, so you head over there while being careful not to run into anyone or get in anyone’s way.

“Excuse me?” Both offices turn to you as the dog sniffs your leg and bag. “Do you know where pick up and drop off is?”

“Yes. Right through these doors and to the right.”

“Thank you.”

You leave and head right where the officers directed you. The only thing you know about the person meeting you is his name, Don Stockwell. Someone very close to you trusts the man you’re meeting, and you trust your friend with your life. If he says this man is good then he is good. Some of the crowd clears out as people get picked up, and you see a sign with your last name on it. Thank God.

“Don?” you ask as you approach him.

“Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, it’s nice to finally meet you. Come here.” He pulls you in for a hug which you return. When you pull away, you notice a scar running across his face starting from his forehead down to the opposite cheek. He’s not ashamed of it or anything because his hair is slicked back when it’s long enough to cover most of the scar. “Let me get your bags.”

He places them into the trunk of the car before the two of you get in. He waits for the road to clear before pulling onto it.

“You look terrified, my dear. Don’t worry. Ben told me everything before you arrived. I’m going to take good care of you.”

“Okay,” you chuckle nervously.

Don drives you into the city of Quantico where there is a line of small houses. These houses don’t have driveways so people are forced to parallel park on the street. The house is small length-wise but has what looks to be three stories high. It’s white with three steps leading up to the front door. It’s small, quaint, and quiet. Everything you’ve wanted for the past year. Only recently were you able to actually go after what you wanted. Don takes your bags inside, and the inside is even more beautiful than the outside. Right off the bat, there is a slim staircase on the left side by the wall. The front door opens to the living room and behind that is the kitchen. The only thing separating the kitchen from the living room is a half-wall. It keeps the floor plan open while still separating the distinctive rooms. There is a door presumably to a basement underneath the staircase but with a padlock on the door.

“So, here’s what’s going to happen now.” Don sits on the staircase at eye level with you. “You’ll introduce me as your uncle who you’re staying with. Your parents are out of town and won’t be back for a while due to work.” You nod in understanding. “I’m working on getting your documents ready like a new birth certificate and a driver’s license.”

“I don’t know how to drive a car.”

“You don’t need to. Everyone carries a license here.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I also got you a job at the new coffee house down the street. It’s within walking distance so you don’t have to worry about using public transport or driving. It doesn’t pay well but it’s not meant to. I’ll pay all the bills here. This job is just meant for you to blend in for a while.”

“When do I start?”

“Monday.”

“Thank you for everything you’re doing for me. I know it can’t be easy.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off. “I’m going to make it an early night but feel free to make this place like home.”

He gets off the stairs and heads to the second floor where the bedrooms are. This is nothing like what home is like. This entire house is the size of your bedroom back home but you’re going to make the most of this situation. After all, you asked for this. You take both suitcases upstairs to your bedroom which is also small. There is a small book corner where the window juts outward. A small bench rests below the window, making the room appear bigger than it normally is.

You start to unpack your things and see some of the items you took from home. Your parents must be worried sick about you but you needed this change for yourself. Both your parents were arranged to be married back then like tradition, but you didn't want that for yourself. You love them with all your heart but they didn’t understand when you told them you wanted more from life than luxury and marrying for politics.

Your past will come knocking eventually, so you’ll get as much as you can from this new life as you can before you’re sucked back into it.

Come Monday and you’re standing outside the sleek and modern coffee shop named “The Coffee Shop”. The place is already busy but you hear that’s normal for this type of establishment. You walk inside and feel slightly overwhelmed by the amount of people. The only way you could be around this many people back home is if your mom or dad and your bodyguard were in the room.

“Can I help you?” a woman asks.

“Um, I’m looking for Cindy?”

“That’s me. How can I help you?”

“My uncle, Don, said to come in for work on Monday. Is that right?”

“Yeah, he said you’d stop by.”

“Thank you for this opportunity.”

“Don’t mention it. Follow me.”

Cindy takes you behind the counter and to her office to give a bit of training. Since The Coffee Shop is slammed, she can’t give you proper training. For now, you’ll be stocking stuff and cleaning what you can until it starts slowing down. You wrap the black apron around your waist and immediately get to work. You watch everyone work like a well-oiled machine. Everyone has a part to do and a place to be in. You’re kind of in the middle of everyone’s way.

“Sorry,” you mutter when someone knocks into you.

That work is becoming your new favorite since you must have said it at least twenty times in the first hour alone. You try not to be in anyone’s way as you restock the items and clean the countertops. You pass by one of the machines that has a drink set up to it but no one is around to take care of it. How hard could this be? You press a button on the front of it and thick fluffy cream comes squirting out the machine.

“No!” You press some more buttons to make the machine stop. “Stop. Just stop.”

“Push the button on the side to turn it off.”

You look at the man who spoke to you. Your hand slips off the machine and into the pile of cream on the counter. You quickly turn the machine off and give the stranger a shy smile.

“Can you tell it’s my first day?” One of your coworkers gives you a scowl when she realizes the mess you made.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I get feeling overwhelmed,” the man says.

“Spencer?”

The man gets up and walks to the pickup counter to grab his order. Instead of leaving, he walks right back over to you.

“I’m Spencer Reid,” he smiles.

“Y/N.”

“I have to go but will I see you here tomorrow?” You can’t find the words so you nod. “Good.”

You watch Spencer go with a slight smile on your face. Something clicked for you when you first looked into his honey-brown eyes. You felt something that you have never felt before. Not even when you were forced to be with Henry. What’s the saying? Love at first sight? You’re not sure if it’s real but you definitely felt something for Spencer. 

You just hope you don’t ruin it before it has a chance to be something real.

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🍉 baby activism with ben 🍉

How can YOU join direct action against Israel’s genocide? Here are questions to ask yourself if you don’t know how to act directly:

Where do you live? It’s possible to use social media to find activist groups near your area. Google the name of your city or state plus Palestine on Instagram, set the search results to most recent.

How does your community contribute to the genocide? If it’s through tax dollars, your focus would be on the local or state government. If it’s through buying Israeli products, your focus would be joining a boycott. If there is money in your community that could go towards Palestinians, your focus could be aid. If there are military company offices in your area, your focus would be hurting their business and reputation.

What are your skills? Literally anything could be applied to resistance actions. Maybe you work at a restaurant and can take leftovers to feed people. Maybe you know how to use free printers at the library. Maybe you make stickers. Maybe you upcycle. Maybe you can use a spreadsheet or write an email. Maybe you have lots of free time.

Who do you know? What groups are you apart of? Me and two of my friends started a flyering campaign on our pre-existing class routes using free printers. An existing mutual aid group had a thrift pop up for charity that raised $500. A church group had a bake sale and raised $300. People who worked at the local library have started a History of Palestine teach in series.

Lots of information circling online about activism is coming from people who can join pre-existing large movements. This is how you can start or join direct actions without living near a big city.

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

For...nailpolish...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I think I'll be singing Velvet Ring on a microphone beaded with 'ex lovers' stickers and 'longing looks' beads. I've heard that Ushijima likes my music quite a bit~

too easy. the band you’ve joined is…

exes in my phone book / timeskip!ushijima wakatoshi x reader

genre(s): ex lovers to something?? something i guess?? pining, reminiscing, nostalgia fic tbh but ANGST ANGSTY ANGST WOO interpret the ending as you like because i kept it open for a reason

warning(s): slightly dysfunctional relationship dynamics kinda, lowkey suggestive at points, ushiwaka and reader were just young and stupid and in love but they couldn't seem to navigate it yknow, everything is also like somewhat/pretty ambiguous until the end but that's just how i like it

wc: ~1.7k

your first gig is… at a concert with your ex?!?!

setlist:

🎵velvet rings, big thief

🎵mayonaise, the smashing pumpkins

🎵black star, radiohead

There is a girl on a stage, who strums a pick through the strings of her acoustic guitar. A girl, whose lips hover just above the microphone that sits in a bracket, sighing into the cool metal for a final song. The people beside you have settled down, cheers and jumps reduced to swaying and mumbling.

You've been waiting for this song, haven't you?

The song strikes the ears first. The girl on stage, illuminated by a cone of light from above, sings of a night, thicker than a smoky fume. You mouth along to the lyrics, and your mind wanders to a place where your lungs are bloated, too full to carry anything more. A night beneath a buzzing streetlight, gravel that rolls and scrapes under the sweeping wind, ants that crawl onto the toecaps, under the soles, along the platforms of your unmoving shoes. A night of final breaths, and final words, and final sorrows. You're looking at the ground, your shadow muddied with the figure of another. You don't think he stares back at you. The ants keep crawling. They don't stop, even as you pivot away and leave your heart buried in the ground. The streetlight doesn't reach it again, but maybe it reaches his, still.

The faces around you hum along to a sequence, sway with the velvety strums of the girl's guitar, hold others tight against themselves. You stand alone amongst the crowd. You move when the rest of them will you to, only ever mouth to the lyrics, hold your hands close to your chest. You fear that your voice will give out if you try anything more.

"She's a beautiful performer, isn't she?"

The crowd does not shift their attention from the girl on the stage, so neither do you. She sings in gentle syllables of love, her heart pours out of her mouth. She longs for some fictitious persona, Ben, as her fingers play at the guitar like tugging the strings of a puppet. When you open your mouth, your heart is not there.

"She is. She really is." You respond to nothing but a sultry voice that finds its way into your ear canals.

The girl sings of a smoking gun, smoke that fizzles out from the barrel into night air, a bullet that falters at the end of its path to nothing in particular, a love that, for many nights before this, has begun to run dry. It's agonising, taunting, hopeful. It dies out in unanswered phone calls, drafted emails, text messages left unsent, collecting dust in a note-taking application. Words that ask a million questions.

Could we keep this going?

Is this really for the better?

Can't we try?

Why won't you just let me try?

"Why aren't you singing? It's the last song." The voice is anomalous amongst the crowd's united silence, his question stands out from those unsaid. He is too curious, yet for some selfish, twisted reason, you wish to indulge yourself. Wallow in sorrow. Take somebody else's beating heart to replace your own, that you buried beneath asphalt on a winter night of unasked questions turned two years of unspoken longing.

"For the same reason that you aren't, I'd assume." You silently hope he asks you for more.

The person huffs out a sigh, a short sigh that one lets out when they smile in defeat and surrender. He's close, his arm touching your own when he moves side to side with the crowd. His movement wills you to sway along. The girl on the stage sings of a gentle love, thick like a velvet ring. All encompassing, all powerful.

“Well, I once knew a person who loved this song.” He goes on. You stay silent, ears trained onto the words that paint golden silk and shimmering mist into the concert hall. A portrait of love that you have prayed to see once again, just out of grasp, but real enough to graze your fingers over. It sinks into your fingertips, takes you to a place where your hands could draw lines into tanned skin, hold onto a pair of strong arms, clasp together behind his broad shoulders. Beneath your feet, it travels to your ankles, wraps around your thighs, envelops you in a shroud of warmth. It comes in the form of his head laid in your lap after a long day, I love you mumbled into the flesh of your stomach in shaky sighs, calluses that roam every spot of skin on your body.

"Love really is a gentle thing, isn't it?" The lyrics are spoken out of your mouth naturally, like water running downstream in a creek. The person stays silent, you do the same. The girl's singing pierces through your ears to your throat, clawing at it as if to break it open and rescue something. He speaks before something can escape you.

"I haven't spoken to them since I left. Love is anything but gentle."

You wince, the girl's singing finally ripping through your windpipe. It doesn't stop there, to your surprise. It drills through to its final destination, and you grab the fabric of your shirt around your heart. You don't fully know the answer to your own question, but you believe in his despair. If love truly is gentle, it would have exited your chest when you screamed your throat hoarse for him to stay. It would have eased the pain, somehow. It would have sent your heart out to him even as he stood amongst giants, leagues greater than you. It would have sewn together your words, strung them into poems beautiful enough for him to say yes, I'll stay. I'll stay if you want, and I'll go if you want. Instead, you watch him on television every night, highlight reels, live volleyball matches. He left. You did not want him to.

"I haven't spoken to him since either. But I still think love is gentle. The painful kind."

The final chords of the song round off the set. The girl bows, and exits stage left. The crowd begins to loosen, yet the person's arm remains beside yours.

"Do you ever miss it?"

His number is still in your contacts. You struggle every night to hold off on pressing it. Your heart aches, and lights come on. You stare at an empty stage, and you envision yourself on it. Thousands of eyes watch you sing the song, yet you search the crowd for one pair only. You sing the words that you had once shown your love, a love that found you despite his duties, regardless of his glory, amidst his passion. You sing like you are begging for him to see you through the television, and turn around so the name Ushijima bares his face to you instead of his back. You cry out a story of a dying love, hanging onto frayed strings of memories and fear. The singing contorts into screaming at an empty crowd, as if your resolve could make Ushijima Wakatoshi find you again. You pretend to be his hands, hold yourself in your sleep. You hear his voice in your bed, on the streets, in front of you, behind you, beside you, even right here. You will never learn the lips of anyone else, not after his have taken you for himself. They feel like poison now, sinking into your veins from every part of your body that you inhibit. A poison that forces him into every corner of your life, and you are a fool enough to almost see him there.

"I want it gone, and I miss it all the same." You're crying now, and even your tears remind you of the love that taught you of its cruelty. You imagine a day when you wear another's ring on your finger, only to look up and see a blank face. There is no other.

"I think you should give him a call."

"I can't. I'd just hold him back."

"That's not true." His voice cracks, and his rebuttal is desperate, almost apologetic.

You turn to bid him farewell.

Ushijima is almost no different from how he was two years ago. But he's a little older now, a little taller too. His hair is the same olive green that used to run smooth between the webs of your hands. His voice is deep, rounder than it once was when he used to nip your earlobe and mutter professions of his love into your ear. You stare, but you don't know that he has been staring since halfway through the concert. You aren't seeing him through a television, he is no longer clad in a Schweiden Adlers jersey, his last name bears no weight here, in the space between the two of you. The days, and months, and years spent together come rushing into your head. A kiss on the forehead before separation, two pairs of feet running in wet sand that crumbles beneath their weight, sharing lunches in the silence of school rooftops, lips roaming every inch of each other on nights of longing. You, and Ushijima, and the pleads that lose their bodies when they fall back from your mouths and into your chests.

"Please, give me a call. Or a text. Or an email, I don't care. Just anything. I'm sorry."

"Goodbye, Ushijima."

You turn to leave, but you pull your phone out of your pocket to stare at his name in your contacts.

Ushijima watches your shrinking figure, all of his love trailing behind you, fading into smoke.

Your finger hovers above the red button that could end it all.

He can't seem to move, rooted into the ground of the now mostly empty concert hall. You are slipping away again, and he has learned from his mistake. He questions whether he's learned it a bit too late.

You turn off your phone, and shove it back into your pocket. He receives a text.

"I just want to take you home again."

author's note:

my sister gave me this idea a while ago and i just knew i had to make it so angsty sorry LOL she wanted a fluff ending but im the one with the document open so i can do what i WANT!! no i am actually very proud of this piece though and idk if this will get ANY exposure or interactions but just know that i really really loved writing this one

i also fear i lowkey forgot about longing looks and just went straight for longing…

also! song lyric references! if you catch them i'll give you a big fat kiss i love my music so much

anyways tags!!

@staraxiaa @catsoupki @chuuya-brainrot @hiraethwa @fiannee @bailey-reeds @4ngelfries @akaakeis @wyrcan @kuroppiii @zzwon

interested in joining a band? come on over to the build-a-band 900 !!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Drawing each other (CRPs 2/2)

I'm probably going to have beaten the game by the time this posts but guys I need leshy follower you dont understand he looks so crinkly (referring to cult of the lamb) this part was originally going to have bloody painter and puppeteer but uhuh... too many characters for me and the need to keep playing COTL is smashing my desire to write

Characters: jeff the killer, nina the killer, laughing jack, eyeless Jack, ben Drowned,

Notes: reader is GN, admin does a coin toss on whether or not the reader is an artist, ben is strictly platonic the others can be seen as any relationship

CWs: none

JEFF THE KILLER

cannot draw for shit, when he passes his drawing of you to you it looks like a total mess- there was some effort though so you do your best to not laugh

though he seems to be a mostly good sport about it as long as youre not actually maliciously bashing his art

a little jealous that youre an artist and thus your piece turned out better than his but it soon shifts into him thinking over things hes good at to make himself feel better

in a "well you cant do (x) but i can so haha" kind of way

will get legitimately offended if you jokingly add something like stink lines on your drawing of him

NINA THE KILLER

draws a lot and adds a lot to her drawings: vibrant colors, stickers, glitter, patterned tapes- anything she can get her hands on really! obligatory her art resembles the old scene and emo art styles from back in the day

she doesnt care if your art of her isnt the best, shes going to love it either way and will keep it on her at all times

hypes you up and compliments the parts of your art she likes- whether it be coloring, anatomy, or general vibe shes going to find something to say in order to uplift you

generally enjoys spending any time with you so shes instantly going to take you up on the offer of drawing each other whenever you bring up the idea- or just drawing anything together

or doing anything together

LAUGHING JACK

cannot draw but does not care one bit, just as long as hes having fun

may or may not purposefully make his drawing of you look as diabolical as possible, you can tell hes up to something thanks to his hushed giggling- of course he doesnt draw anything offensive or hurtful

if youre aware youre not the best artist and often poke fun at it, you both end up just making fun of each others pieces

which sometimes turns into the both of you scribbling on your own pieces to add some exaggerated detail in order to push the joke further

EYELESS JACK

he sometimes draws in order to pass the time when he has nothing to do, sometimes you give him new art supplies when hes running low and you can afford it

or sometimes you just share, since you have your own

drawing him was... easy... given hes more than likely wearing his mask the whole time so you put in effort to add some details

jack on the other hand takes his time to get it down right

leads into you asking him how he can see given his obvious lack of eyes, which makes the atmosphere feel a little off but thats... another idea for another day..

gives genuine and sincere compliments when looking at your work, takes his time like he did when he drew you, in order to take it in

BEN DROWNED

i like to think he used to draw before he drowned and died, usually drawing stuff that matched his interests. the same thing over and over

though i can see him getting a little rusty due to not having the chance or means to draw... you can see him getting visibly upset while hes trying to finish his piece of you

youre not an artist yourself, so your drawing of him isnt the best either and it does make him feel a little better

"oh wow these are both shit" and youre both just giggling over your drawings of each other

its over if one of you gave the other too big of a forehead

[lamponellatempesta]

synopsis of Chaos Theory, but as things @gingericywolf said during watch:

- Ben watch the road when driving (and stop throwing PHONES. I will maul you if you do it to ME.)

- darius, darius, darius, darius.

-he is a sassy boy and I like that

-Accidental fire but still a fire and I count that as started by ben

-you live like this man. Really??

-sammy so stressed poor girl

-this

-stop lying pincus no one believes you on That.

-how fucking tall is ben

-DID KENJI JUST MAKE HEART WITH THE STICKERS?? (DELULU BENJI FEELINGS AWOKEN)

-climbing scenes. Respectfully looking. The height is killing me from the screen.

-yaz IS The best adjusted one after all

-someone hug darius pls.

-SOMEONE HUG KENJI FUCK

-Cried in That Kenji scene

-Brooklynn what the fuck did you get into. Omg she had a Bike!! Yess girl slay. But what. What

-NOOO THE VAN. I mean I knew it but Nooo the Van

-also Ben talking in italian!!! Canon!! [explodes] [shame you won't feel that in the Italian dub] [those 3 words will live in my head forever] [I'll dream them] [the new 'what never seen a ghost before' to ME] [ON LOOP] [Daniel is too good at imitating him in that scene and is bullying me with it, send help. I won't survive. If he says it one more time I'll melt]

-Darius. Darius.... my boy. Have you idea of the germs in that tub..? Whatever brothers moment. FUCK DARIUS WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY

- DON'T TOUCH BUMPY AWAAAW.

-Ben does muscles are really useless, you had more strength before

-EGGY. Baby!!

-Ben/kenji looking like parents with the egg. It's super effective, ginger fainted

-Sees more benji crumbs. Dies.

-so is that big eatie after all or is it another rex? Cause Darius said that he doesn't think it's her? but also not the same from nublar? So? Buck?

-GREEN CARNO SPOTTED

-This is actually so cool

-Ok but what is the timeline of this stop fucking my timelines theories!!

-if it post dominion it doesn't match their ages but the dates don't match a pre dominion. Plus a lack of Red also doesn't match a pre dominion but a post dominion fucks everything in my mind

-Oh Ben did get electrocuted in the end uh! How does it feel then? I bet bad. Think how you wanted to do that to Hap and only Lynn stopped you.

-Ben leans on kenji,kenjj holds him tenderly, ginger dies again

-hell ye go to that ship and find out stuff!

-brooklynn you beautiful, problematic, beautiful girl. God she looks soo pissed? So badass and so... evil.

-lots more fucks in the middle of everything and after

[evelyns-art-emporium]

The final dump of stickers that I made for Ultimate Alien Forece!

These are available on my Etsy here

Here's the rest of the aliens introduced in Ultimate Alien, as well as the Ultimate Aliens themselves!

Would anyone want to see stickers of the Omniverse or Reboot aliens?

[j-saying]

Israel don't care about the hostages

(a visual demonstration)

Right. Which is why you get to see those things EVERYWHERE.

(I censored faces for privacy)

Ben gurion university:

[ID: a big banner at the fence of the University - mosaic of hostages faces and the writing "bring us back now" in Hebrew./ID END]

[ID: poster with face and names of 7 of the hostages and the writing "it's not whole without them"/ID END]

[ID: a small community garden. There's a small sitting area in the middle of it, with a big banner. The banner says "bring Noa back home now" and has the photo of Noa Argamani, that was kidnapped from the Nova Festival/ID END]

Soroka hospital:

[ID: OB/GYN ward in Soroka hospital. The walls are cover with Hostages posters. Every poster has a name in 2 languages, age, photo, and "bring him/her home now!". Some posters are tagged with "returned" or "murdered" /ID END]

"/ID END]

"/ID END]

[ID: a big banner at the side of a building - photos and names of 5 hostages (from Nir Yitzhak kibutz) and the writing "bring them back home now" in Hebrew. Lower, at the metal fence, there's a newer and smaller banner with 4 hostages/ID END]

Bonus - a traffic light pole with stickers:

[ID: 2 stickers - the top looks newer, and has a photo of a young woman and the writing "in memory of Libbi Kohen-Mguri 5.6.2001-07.10.2023. I'll remember you with all my heart. The last word is Libbi ("my heart" in Hebrew) bigger and red, and there's a heart drawn by that.

The lower sticker shows a young man with a dapo/dapostar. There's a small writing "Shahak Yosef Hadar HYD" (HYD is short for Hashem Yikom Damo "may god avange his blood", said about people who were murdered- usually for being jews.)/ID END]

[callofdudes]

Please bestie, I need platonic Alex Keller headcanons I beg of you 😭😭😭

I'm here to deliver for you in trying times bestie. Stuck at home from work in a blizzard so here I am for you. Hope it suffices and you enjoy. 🫡 @itsscromp

Alex Keller Headcanons:

I imagined Alex was one of those clowns in school. I think when he was younger he was respectful but also a hog for attention. He always got really happy when the teacher picked him in class and would pout if some other kid got "his answer".

I'm not terribly sure about family headcanons. I feel he fits as either an only child or as a younger brother to an older boy. (Possibly a twin) If he had any siblings I could see him as the middle child, an older brother, him and a little sister.

Alex's parents raised him as a gentleman. You think his manners came from the military?? Even when he was in highschool he called women he respected ma'am on the regular.

Alex watched a lot of spy movies when he was younger. Jason Bourne, Jack Ryan, R.E.D. A bunch of those kinds of movies. But Alex didn't originally want to be CIA.

He also really liked superheroes. (Lovingly borrowing a headcanon from Scromp) He really liked Mega Man and other super heroes like that. Probably watched Ben Ten or something. (Sang the power Rangers theme song)

I think unlike the others Alex's run to the military was as an accidental second hand decision.

He had incredible grades in school but when his brother was called for Mandatory service. Alex was still too young when his brother went to serve a couple years. Instead of going to college and getting a different job he went to serve mandatory years as well.

Alex gives me Texas man vibes, but he doesn't have the accent. So I don't think he grew up there, possibly from California or Georgia. Somewhere warm.

Alex wanted to serve alongside his brother but he was deployed while Alex was in his first stages of basic training.

Alex is a very sociable guy so he doesn't have trouble making friends. However, upon a certain incident he did lose a lot of his confidence. Around people he knows he's a butterfly in flight, but doesn't like attention on the leg.

Alex was super attached to his older brother but when he got past that part he did enjoy his time in the military.

Obviously the first person he wants to introduce you to Is his brother and his parents. He'll introduce you with so much pride.

In my mind I see Alex's parents as your typical Georgia or Texas conservative dressers. But they aren't those types of conservatives. They were worried for him when he was younger, but if their son showed up with a man on his arm they wouldn't bat an eye.

And obviously they love you. Alex's dad is the guy who says that even as a guest, in the house you take on some household priorities. Nothing big, but probably expects some help with yardwork and that you'll help his wife with dishes.

Alex will cook with his mother. And oh you see where he gets it. He's the guy whose mama's boy love takes presidents over other duties. He just wants to be with his mom.

You'll be allowed to join in with a casual soccer game of kicking the ball around with his brother. They're an incredible family and accept you as one of their own the moment they see you.

He loves to decorate it though, and has stickers from several incidents, or young military hostages that he could distract. So in a way it was a blessing.

However, he didn't talk to women as much anymore. Platonic relationships are a breath of fresh air.

His parents used to have to wrangle him in when he got his first girlfriend. Constantly sneaking out to meet up with her. And while a respectful kid, after a certain sneaking out the girl's father was not happy to get the story the next day.

After Alex got his leg, dating seemed to be swept off the table. He had all the qualities, tall, very handsome, strong. But the leg usually got people staring, and all the charisma went out the window.

He barely got hookups anymore. (Yes, he was that guy for a while, and he isn't proud of it.)

Alex has participated in the Invictus Games before and it was a whole lot of fun.

Alex's show for women comes in the form of how respectful he is of Farah's boundaries. While he is happy to assert where he stands. If Farah had told him not to go when he did, he still probably wouldn't have listened.

Alex experiences phantom limb and phantom pain. Most times he has to weather the pain, but whenever he experienced phantom pain in the beginning he'd pass out from it.

He is very active and loves to play soccer. (Is very prepared to get yelled at for calling it soccer instead of football)

In all honestly Alex does want to get close to the other 141 members. He's close with Gaz, Price and Y/n. Soap trusts pretty easily and likes Alex because Farah likes him. Ghostie is a challenge though. He's up for it.

Protein shake man all the way. The day isn't started without a protein shake or a hearty meal. He loves his meat but is also all for leaning into the greener side of his diet to help him feel refreshed.

An incredible cook. If you go back to his house for leave you will be well taken care of, I promise you.

All of his relationships are tended to as he sees fit. He's definitely more of an acts of service guy. If you need something done, he will show you his love and appreciation by getting it done. Garbage is full?? On it. Feet sore? He'll take care of that for you.

Alex is a family man, but he also understands the sentiment that the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. And he holds his friendships with his brothers in high stakes.

Has a very smooth and charismatic air about him the majority of the time. He's well spoken and confident even if he doesn't have control of certain situations.

Just. Don't. Mention. The. Leg. 😁🔪

While he isn't really strong at other acts, physical affection like pats on the back or brief hugs do as well.

Tries to make Scream movie references to Ghost, like the ever popular "Sydney call" or other classic scenes. Is gleefully delighted when Ghost understands most of the references.

If you live somewhere known for its giant spiders *cough cough* he will not go. You are not getting him on that plane. Nada, zilch wiggle room on that one partner.

Probably uses comic book lines he likes a lot. Recites them like those cheesy scenes in movies where the leader of a group gives a heroic speech about kicking ass and staying loyal.

Gets called Price's son and honestly? A compliment.

Going back to acts of service, Alex also feels his love language as acts of service. Whenever he needs to let his leg breathe and get off his feet he takes off the leg and relaxes. And icing on the cake? If you feel comfortable, come over and massage his leg. Oh he'll keep you forever.

Will often do the robot dance to try and make you laugh, loves to dance with you in any setting.

You're never too old to go trick or treating. Alex comes off as the fun uncle that I could see dressing up as a Frankenstein and takes his nephews/nieces along with him for some fun around the block.

Clubber for life 🤟🏻😜 Seriously though, getting him tipsy enough and he'll challenge anyone insight to a drinking off. Will almost always lose. Especially against Johnny or Ghost.

If a girl won't call him a smoking handsome man, platonically please inflate his ego. It's like an air mattress and eventually it deflates to the point that you can feel the floor. Please fill his air mattress with compliments.

His tattoos include homages to his family. And his old squads and friends. Got a special tattoo for you over his left wrist with your initials and something that reminds him of you. (A flower, a hat, etc)

You know those bikes that you can lay down on and pedal almost vertical with the handlebars on the sides?? Photo. Yeah, he owns one of those. Will let you ride it. Yes it is fun.

Tried to grow his beard like Price's once so they could really be twins. Price for offended and now they have a rule that their beards/moustaches are not allowed to overlap like that.

Overall, very interesting man. A fun man, a funny man, loves some attention on him but not his leg. Please not make fun of him, yes he wants a girlfriend, yes he's sad and single but slaying every day of the week. Yes you are his best friend for life and if you try to abandon him he'll eat your legs off 😌.

[raythekiller]

hi there!! omg i just wanna say i love your writing and your art so so so much!! thank you for keeping the fandom well-fed and alive o7! if you don’t mind me asking, what are your thoughts on the slendermansion? like the layout, how it operates, and what creeps live there :D tysm!!! - tulip anon (if it’s not already taken lol)

🗒 ❛ Slendermansion Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧

#Notes: I have so many thoughts about this omg

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First off, I think it's a manor instead of a mansion. Mansions are simply big houses located normally on neighbourhoods while manors are often times isolated, are bigger and have some land around them with maybe some other buildings in the property. There are three main floors, along with a basement and an attic. The first floor has a big ass entrance, a living room, kitchen, dinning room, nurse's office and storage, while the second one is almost exclusively for bedrooms, most of which have suites (but there is a community bathroom as well on all three main floors). The third floor has the proxy's bedrooms, Slenderman's room and a library. Every bedroom comes with a bed and a closet, but everything else the creeps have to either make or acquire in some way by themselves (Sally is an exception). Everyone works for and obeys Slenderman and in return receive clothes, food and a place to live. The only creep that doesn't live there is Jane. Here's some bedroom headcanons:

JEFF: A mess, lives in the second floor. The walls were shitly painted black by him and you can see several missing spots. There are some band and horror movie posters on the walls and you can barely see the floor because of the amount of clothes and trash scattered around. His blinds are always closed and they are that thick type that doesn't let any sunlight get through. Deadass lives like a vampire.

BEN: Another mess, also in the second floor. There are snacks and food wrappings all around the floor and several videogames posters on the wall, along with a pro gamer computer set complete with a LED keyboard, mouse and headset, also a big ass television. His walls are a yellowish green, also with some missing spots.

TOBY: Lives in the third floor, his walls are beige and his bed covers are a brownish orange flannel. Windows always open to let some fresh air in. It's filled with several trinkets he stole from his victims and actually looks kind of aesthetic pleasing if you ignore how unorganized it is, kinda like those indie bedrooms you see on Pinterest. Has a few house plants scattered around, like cactus and succulents, nothing too difficult to take care of (he doesn't have much of a green thumb).

EYELESS JACK: Lives in the basement, since he uses the freezers in there to store his food. Not very decorated, since he spends most of his time in the nurse's office, save from the blood (if you can call that decoration).

LAUGHING JACK: Lives in the attic. Has several kids toys he steals from his victims, all of which he DIY'd to be black and white like him. His old music box is on a prestigious self on top of his bed.

MASKY: Pretty organized, lives on the third floor. Mostly consists of brownish colors and tones. Has one of those clothes racks where he keeps his flannels and some old bands posters on the walls. Nothing too fancy. Makes his bed every morning.

HOODIE: Lives in the third floor. Kinda messy, but in a fancy way. Has several notebook pages torn off with song lyrics he writes sitting around, along with manuscript papers. His guitar is normally resting by his bed and is decorated with stickers. Masky makes fun of him for it, but he has fairy lights.

BLOODY PAINTER: Lives in the second floor, but has an exclusive art studio in the property outside of the manor that looks like a little shack. His walls are white, but covered in paint splashes, so they're very colorful, same thing with the floor. Has many canvases laying around, filled and empty, as well as acrylic paints and papers with random sketches and thumbnails.

X-VIRUS: Lives in the third floor. His walls are black and with several shelves, all with test tubes, flasks and beakers filled with strange and glowing chemicals inside of them. Has LED lights on the corners of the ceiling, always shining green. Has every lab equipment you could think of, from microscopes to bunsen burners and magnetic stirrers.

CLOCKWORK: Lives in the second floor. The most aesthetically pleasing room. Has tarot tapestry hanging from the walls and ceiling as well as those fake vines. Her walls are filled head to toe with drawings she makes herself, also those aesthetic posters with plants and butterflies and such. Speaking of, she has fake paper butterflies hanging on the ceiling. Uses monster cans as flower pots. Has a ukulele sitting in the corner that she gave up on learning how to play.

KATE THE CHASER: Left her room the way she found it, all white walls and a single closet and a bed with no covers. Barely ever steps inside of it. It's located on the third floor.

NINA THE KILLER: Lives in the second floor. Her room genuinely looks like some kind of early 2000's emo parade. Walls covered entirely in band posters (especially the main singers) and an unholy amount of plushies, mostly sanrio ones. Has a shelf only for her Monster High dolls.

SALLY: Second floor. Any little girl's dream bedroom. Fairy lights, pink walls, an insane amount of plushies and dolls as well as a dollhouse. Has some of her drawings pinned on the walls.

bonus!

LANE: Third floor. Grey walls with some band and horror movies/series posters, especially Supernatural, along with some random sketches pinned. A lot of plants sitting around on the shelves, floor and windowsill. Windows always open. Their bed has black covers and a hand-saw fox plushie laying by the pillow.

[little-wicked10]

Soldier Boy and Butcher being Dads🩵

Summary: Little glimpse into the beginning of The Boys going domestic.

Warnings: fluffy fluff, cursing, Ben’s outdated way of thinking.

Notes: This blurb kinda came out of an idea of Ben reacting to Butcher’s daughter pushing his son. Butcher as a girl dad feels right😍, and Ben being an over involved boy dad feels right up his alley.

//

“Oi! Oi! Welcome, Welcome!” Butcher called out from the living room.

A delightful giggle of a little girl followed the Brit’s booming voice.

“Hey! Where should we set the beer?” She called out.

Ben held up two cases of 24-packs as he walked in behind his girl and son, setting them on the counter once they reached the kitchen. Butcher and his lady invited the Boys over for a BBQ. Something surprisingly domestic for the group, but that’s what happens when kids come into the picture. It would have been surprising that Butcher was the first to be expecting a child if the team hadn’t been witness to the child’s conception.

A few months later, Soldier Boy found out he was going to be a father. His happiness only grew when a few weeks later he found out they were having a boy. Like any real man, Ben couldn’t contain his excitement in the doctor’s office. Shadow boxing and acting like he just went 10 and 0 with Muhammad Ali. Ben couldn’t help but rub it in a little that he was having a boy and Butcher was expecting a girl. Ben was a proud father, and the team let him gloat.

“Go hang out with the boys, baby. I’m gonna catch up with Annie. I haven’t seen her in forever,” She pecked Ben’s lips before handing over their son.

Ben took his son in his arms and walked into the living room. Butcher, Frenchie, MM, and Hughie sat around the large living room. Butcher’s little girl, Amelia, was playing in the middle of the floor, controlling the atmosphere around her. The little toddler was playing at her dad’s feet, decorating his boots and bottom of his jeans with stickers and little toys as he drank a beer and chatted away. Upon inspection, Amelia was making her way around the room as Frenchie and Hughie already had some pretty bedazzled sneakers.

“There ‘e is! ‘ow’s father’ood treatin’ ya, guv?” Butcher asked.

“Good since I’m not being bossed around by a two year old in a princess dress,” Ben huffed as he sat on the couch.

Ben set his son, Connor, on the ground and gave him a couple little army guys to play with. It was obvious that Ben didn’t want his kid playing with Amelia’s toys, or any girl toys, because he’d be damned if his son ended up a pussy. While his better half has tried to tell him that’s not how it works, he still held on to that belief.

“Dada!” Amelia grinned widely.

Butcher leaned forward and looked down at his boots, “Well, looky ‘ere! That’s beautiful, princess! Even got me favorite color an’ everythin’. Why don’t ya see if Uncle MM wants some stickas. Ay?”

He gave her a big bear growl and hug as he kissed her chubby little cheek and squeezed her. Amelia squealed and giggled as she held onto the man’s face, his facial hair tickling wherever he kissed. Once she was free, she gathered up her many sticker books and little backpack full of toys and scooted over to MM.

“Make sure to use a lot of purple. Unc M loves purple,” MM leant over to look at the many options the toddler laid out.

“Why do ya let her do that? All that glitter seems like a pain in the ass,” Ben arched a brow.

“Ass,” Amelia repeated.

They all tried to stifle a laugh at her little voice saying a cuss word.

“No cussin’, mate. Melia’s been repeatin’ everythin’ and me Missus don’ find it as funny as I do,” Butcher explained.

Connor toddled his way over to Amelia on the rug. She was flipping through butterfly stickers when the little boy sat next to her, tracing a finger over a super glittery one that caught his eye. “What’s Connor saying these days?” Hughie asked.

“Dada is his favorite right now,” Ben’s chest swelled with pride.

“Bet that drives ya lady up the wall,” Butcher chuckled as he watched his daughter.

Ben glanced down to see his little boy looking at Amelia’s toy bag, “Connor, buddy, play with your own toys.

Before the supe could chastise his son any more, a beer appeared in front of his face with a soft hand on his shoulder. He looked up at his lady with a smile and a sweet peck as he took the cold drink. Her eyes flicked over her little boy to make sure they were fine before giving her man a warning glance, “He’s fine, babe. He can play with her stuff. I’m sure Amelia won’t mind. You should let them spruce up your crocs.”

She ran her fingers through Ben’s hair before heading back into the kitchen. Ben scoffed as he sipped his beer and continued talking to the group. “How do you have the audacity to talk any kind of smack when you’re wearin’ crocs, man?” MM asked.

“I’m hanging out with you assholes not the Queen of fuckin’ England. Don’t need to break out the top and tails,” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Fuckin’,” Amelia repeated in a loud accent that sounded just like Butcher.

Butcher couldn’t keep in the loud bark of laughter.

Amelia’s eyes lit up with glee when she made her father laugh, “Fuckin’!”

Her face was even happier as the living room burst into laughter.

“William Butcher!”

“Fuckin’!” Amelia yelled.

Butcher winced at his full name but still wiped the tears away from his eyes, “Amelia! Baby, don’…don’ say that!”

When the toddler yelled it again, they all lost their minds and fell over on the couch. Butcher called for his daughter who happily went over to her laughing dad. Through his fit, he tried to tell her not to say that, it was a bad, all that stuff, but the look in her eyes said she didn’t care. It was locked in her mind that, that word made her daddy laugh.

“She’s just like you! Why did I have children with you?!?” The cussing toddler’s mom screeched.

“Can’ answer that in front of the kiddies, love,” he snickered.

An annoyed groan came from the women in the kitchen. Amelia had run back to her toys, helping Connor rummage through her little bag for something else to do. Ben would have said something, but he stopped himself when Connor picked up some of his army guys scattered around to start placing on MM’s shoes. He couldn’t help the little bit of relief he felt. After all the shit he’s seen of this new world, the last thing he wanted was for Connor to grow up to be some long haired pussy.

A while later, the ladies joined their men in the living room, watching tv, chatting, and letting the kids play. Terror had made himself at home on the floor and was now getting all the attention the bulldog craved. Connor lined up his toys along the outside of the dog’s body while Amelia was still going sticker crazy. Terror was content to be an active participant in their play time, checking every sticker Amelia picked out for him with a sniff and staying stock-still as to not knock over any of Connor’s toy wall.

“That’s one good dog,” Annie admired.

“Ain’t he though?” Butcher grinned.

“Terror was a a cry baby when he realized all the stuff we got for Amelia wasn’t for him. I caught him so many times in that baby swing,” Butcher’s lady laughed, “Now he’s like one of those nanny dogs.”

“I keep saying we should get a dog. Look how much Connor loves it,” Ben pointed out.

“I can barely get you to change diapers. I’m not dealing with a baby and a puppy,” she was quick to cut him off making the group laugh.

They didn’t know when it happened, but at some point, the toddlers decided to play chase. They screamed and squealed joyfully as they ran around into circles with Terror chasing them around and barking. It was a little grinding on the ear drums but as long as no one was crying, the adults were happy. Hysterical laughter would ring through every time Frenchie and Kimiko pretended to grab at them when they would pass by.

A few years ago, this happy family portrait would have been a laughable fever dream to all of them. They still had their wild and crazy moments when duty called or they needed to let off some steam.

Connor decided he was done running and wanted to look in the toy bag again. He once again waddled over to the bag and rummaged around before finding a little toy horse. Amelia stopped running when she noticed Connor had been touching her things without her supervision. The sass radiating off that child as she B-lined towards the boy wasn’t to be trifled with. In one swift motion, she yanked the toy from Connor’s hands and pushed him with an angry whine. Connor fell on his butt and instantly started to cry.

“Amelia Butcher!”

“Hey!” Ben snapped.

The little girl jumped in fear as her mother and Uncle Ben snapped at her. If it had just been her mother, she wouldn’t have given a second thought to sassing her, but Ben’s voice was much scarier. Fat tears welled in her eyes, and she flopped on the ground to start crying as well.

“Oi! Don’ yell at my kid!” Butcher suddenly stood up off the couch to scoop up his daughter.

“Ben, it’s okay. You don’t need to yell,” she tried to calm her man, “I’m sorry.”

Ben stood up and picked up his son, irritation evident on the man’s face as he tried to console the upset boy. The look on the supe’s face said his pride was hurt by what happened. Ben was so proud that his first kid was a boy, and anything that came close to threatening his “master” plan of raising a strong man upset him. The problem is he can’t tell an almost two year old to be a man, so she catches him micromanaging things like making sure he plays with boy toys. The love that comes with fatherhood was slowly changing his mindset, but there were days when he slipped back into old habits.

Amelia was latched on to her daddy like a koala as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. It was one thing for parents to yell, but another adult? An adult that was supposed to be the fun adult? Bring on the waterworks. Butcher pet and kissed her head of dark hair as he carried her into the kitchen to get a little treat. Her mother rolled her eyes with a small smile as she watched him spoil their daughter instead of punish her for being naughty. The second Amelia turned on the tears, Butcher would have to fight for his life to not crumble.

When Ben saw the look on her face, he knew he was in for an earful. He sighed in defeat as he followed her to the next room. Within the privacy of a guest bedroom, she let him have it, “Just because your son gets pushed over by a little girl, doesn’t give you the right to yell at her!”

“But why didn’t he like…push her back?” Ben asked irritated, “Why’d she have to push him?”

She groaned, “They’re babies, Ben! Babies! Barely two! Playing with stickers and dolls is not gonna turn him into a pussy, and certainly losing one little toddler tantrum won’t make him one either.”

Connor absentmindedly played with his own hair in one hand and Ben’s in the other, like he was comparing them while his parents were arguing about him. Ben cast his eyes down to the floor, tiny bit of guilt creeping in. He didn’t mean to make Amelia cry, but it was hard to reign himself in when it came to Connor.

“I know all of this is because you want to be a good father,” she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, making him look at her, “You are a wonderful father…when you get out of your head.”

Ben slowly nodded, “Just want him to be the best. I don’t want him to be affected by all this…shit.”

“Raising children has changed, big guy. While we’re both figuring out parenthood, you gotta trust me when I tell you stuff is done differently,” she explained, “And you can’t yell at someone else’s kid like that. Especially not our friends’ kids. Ya gotta let them parent their child and step in when ours is involved somehow.

Ben nodded, “I know…just lost my cool. I didn’t mean to scare Amelia. I kinda feel bad now.”

“You should. Soldier Boy shouldn’t make babies cry,” she teased, “Now go apologize for real.”

Ben sarcastically groaned before smirking, “Alright. Anythin’ for you, doll.”

The couple kissed before exiting the bedroom to re-enter the living room. Ben handed Connor to his mother, and he walked over to Butcher standing in front of Amelia who sat on the kitchen counter with a little spoon trying to dip into a container of ice cream.

“Hey, Butcher, ‘m sorry. Lost my cool and I shouldn’t have,” Ben stood up straight like a man and owned up to his mistake, “They’re babies and uh…gotta remember that.”

“S’alright, mate,” Butcher accepted, “We’re all learnin’. Just don’ let it happen again.”

The supe nodded. That was that.

Ben looked to Amelia who shrunk away from him and grabbed for her daddy. Butcher wrapped an arm around his little girl as she stood on the counter and tangled her arms around his neck, her little face buried in his neck.

“Melly Belly,” Ben cocked his head as he saw her peak up at the nickname, “‘M sorry, sweetheart. Uncle Ben didn’t mean to scare ya.”

She rubbed her face back into Butcher’s neck who chuckled, “I wonda’ if my Melly has some stickas she might wanna give ‘er Uncle Ben.”

She poked an eye out.

Ben swallowed his frown, this was all part of being a dad/uncle and he could take it, “Ya think ya got some blue ones?”

Amelia swiveled her head to reveal her face and nodded.

Ben shot the group daggers as he was hunched over being led back into the living room by the little girl.

“She’s a bossy little thing,” Ben groaned as he sat down on the couch.

“Gets it from ‘er mum, she does,” Butcher joked before being hit by his better half.

Across the room, Connor became fussy in his mom’s arms to be put down to join the play. The little boy rushed over into his dad’s waiting hands and giggled as he was picked up and set in Ben’s lap, “There’s my lil’ man!”

Connor pushed his hands on Ben’s face to make him make funny faces. Ben scrunched his features and made funny expressions. He was fully aware of the eyes on him. Soldier Boy dropping the macho act and acting like a real dad.

“Wanna help Melly with dada’s shoes?” Ben asked.

“Ye-th!” Connor said through his fingers in his mouth.

As Connor was set on the floor, she came and sat next to Ben to snuggle into his side. The tone changed back to a happy gathering. Friends talking and joking as they drank and entertained the little ones running around. Life was good. Life was full of life. For a team that banded together over death, they had found an ending full of life.

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when the party's over,, lil green notebook・₊✧

featuring : little!ben all on his lonesome (not proof read)

divider credit : @the-aesthetics-shop

this work is apart of my frat/college au, find out more about it here.

ben hummed happily, kicking his leg against the air as he sat on his carpeted floor- scribbling away in one of his many notebooks.

this one was special though. it was his regression notebook. it was green (mossy green, to be specific) and spiraled with plenty of stickers decorating the front.

larri had bought it for him after ben came to him in tears because his regressed self had scribbled all over the notes he'd taken during a film history lecture.

it was the first gift that ben had been given just for his regression. sure, it probably didn't cost larri more than 10 bucks but that didn't matter to benjamin. he had mattered enough to larri to make the man use his amazon prime subscription just for a gift.

inside, was nearly 40 pages of any and everything that little ben could think of. some pages had "film reviews" of his favorite disney movies (winnie the pooh, toy story, etc), others had funnily shaped leaves and swan feathers glued onto the parchment that he'd found while wondering famous again.

ben didn't know if it was out of embarrassment or something else, but very few people got to see what he scribbled down inside the notebook. quen saw the most, larri coming in quick second.

currently, he was working on another film review. this one on 'inside out'. little ben's film reviews looked drastically different than big ben's.

the film reviews he wrote while not regressed consisted of multiple long-winded rants about metaphors and symbolism. as well as the looming pressure that it had to be good.

the film reviews he wrote while regressed were nothing like that though. instead, ben wrote about how the movie taught him important lessons and how much he liked the character design. it was a nice change.

sudden slams against ben's dorm door caused him to break his crayon, "ben! let's go! double delta party!" larri's voice called out. ben grumbled, frowning as he sat up- he knew he should've told his friend about his regression plans.

"kay!" ben yelled back with slight attitude, sitting up and grabbing the notebook off the floor and throwing it onto his bed- pulling on his shoes and opening the door to be greeted by an impatient larri.

as the two entered the elevators, ben's fuzzy headspace had already drifted far out of his reach. that was okay though, his green notebook would always keep his headspace perfectly safe.

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