#ben of the week

[adoreechxmpion]

THIS IS SUCH A FLEX IN MY OPINION!😭😭

[wh0resstuff]

the lack of ben of the week fics on here is soul crushing

LIKE WHAT

[maddytheweird]

@benoftheweekk

[mkeztrmy]

dear god i need him so bad PLEASE

tumblr i am going to have a GOOD sleep tonight, I love men😻🙏

[miss-sturn]

★彡[ʙᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ - ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ]彡★

(p1)

Summary: Ben is in love with his best friend's sister. But he can't be with her like that. Word count: Just under 1.3k !! Warnings: Mentions of smoking, Light cursing! Just pure fluff :) A/n: Been wanting to write for Ben for a while! There are barely any Ben of the week fics!!

As she stumbled out of the bar, her laughter flickered like a neon sign.

Her flushed cheeks and lopsided smile lit up when her eyes met mine, as if she’d found what she’d been searching for.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” I sighed, stepping closer and offering her my arm.

“No, I can’t drive!” she protested, throwing her hands up, only to lose her balance and fall right into my open arms.

I looked down at her, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Then, with an unimpressed raise of my eyebrow, I said, “I wasn’t asking you to.”

She squinted at me with mock seriousness, her head tilting slightly. “I’m not really drunk. I never get that… fucked up!” Her words tumbled over each other, betraying her claim.

“Uh-huh." I shrugged off my coat and gently draped it over her shoulders, the weight of it drawing a soft hum from her.

“I’m serious! I’m so sober!” she giggled, leaning into me with all the grace of a baby deer. Her head rested on my shoulder for a moment, and I felt her breath hitch before she exhaled softly, content.

Her fingers clutched at the edges of the coat, pulling it tighter around herself. “You’re warm,” she murmured, her voice quieter now, her defenses melting in the cool night air.

♪ I love to see you shine in the night

Like the diamond you are ♪

I subtly glanced down at her, trying to ignore the way her face glowed under the streetlight, soft and perfect, like it was carved just to make me lose my mind.

There she was, wrapped in my coat, her head resting lightly on my shoulder as we walked. Her warmth seeped through the fabric, and I was doing everything I could to ignore the way it made me feel.

Out of nowhere, she stopped and turned toward me. Before I could say anything, her arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a warm, unexpected hug.

I froze, my arms hovering awkwardly at my sides. What was she doing? Did she even know what she was doing?

“Thank you,” she mumbled against my chest, her voice muffled but sincere.

♪ Just hold me in the dark ♪

Slowly, cautiously, I let my arms fold around her, holding her close. It felt right—too right—and that’s what made it so wrong. She wasn’t just anyone; she was his sister. My best friend’s sister.

The unspoken rule had always been clear: stay away from her. She was off-limits, untouchable, someone I wasn’t even supposed to think about like this. But as I held her now, her warmth seeping into me, all I could think was how impossible it was to let go.

♪ No one’s gotta know what we doHit me up when you’re bored ♪

What if we didn’t tell anyone?

What if we didn’t have to?

The thought hit me like a whisper in the back of my mind, quiet but insistent. Memories stirred—ones I’d tried to forget but couldn’t.

The way she’d leaned in close during movie nights, her laughter brushing against my ear, making my pulse race. The late-night talks when everyone else was asleep, her voice soft, her eyes holding something unspoken.

And that time she’d reached out to fix my hair, her fingers grazing my forehead, lingering just a second too long.

I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want her. She was drunk. But with her in my arms now, it felt like the only thing I’d ever wanted.

Her breath was slow, steady, like she was just as caught in the moment as I was. Then, she pulled away slightly, her eyes wide and innocent, like she had no idea how much she was driving me crazy. 

Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me, her face glowing softly in the streetlight. She was so damn pretty, the kind of pretty that made my heart pound in my chest and my hands feel shaky.

Her eyes drifted from mine, down to my lips, and I felt the pull of temptation shoot through me. God, I could kiss her right now.

"Ben?" she whispered, her voice soft and almost fragile, as if she knew what was on my mind.

She tilted her head slightly, her lips parting just enough for me to see the faintest hint of a smile.

The moment felt like it was stretching on forever, and I could already feel myself leaning in, my breath hitching. But before I could make the move, a voice broke through the thick air between us.

“Need a ride back, Ben?”

I flinched, my heart pounding even harder. Curtis. My best friend. My fucking roommate.

Her brother.

He stood there, eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze flicked between us, suspicion clear in his eyes. Shit.

That look should have been enough to stop me, to remind me why I couldn’t do this—why he would kill me if he ever found out. But in that moment, it didn’t matter.

I quickly looked back at her, just as she pulled away, her expression unreadable but soft. She didn’t say anything, but I could see the question in her eyes—What now?

Curtis broke the tension with a laugh. “What, you two gonna stand out here all night or are you gonna get in?”

I hesitated, the words caught in my throat. Saying yes would be awkward—he’d definitely notice. But if I said no, I’d be stuck walking back in the freezing cold, alone. I glanced at her one last time, guilt flooding my chest.

She smiled softly, like she understood. It was too dangerous. But damn, I wanted to give in.

I let go of her, the coldness settling in as I turned to Curtis. “Nah, I’m good,” I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I need to be somewhere.”

Curtis raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it. I turned back to her, giving her a tight smile. “Bye,” I said too quietly, watching her slide into the car. My stomach twisted.

As the car pulled away, I shoved my hands into my pockets and sighed, the cold air stinging my skin. My mind was racing. What just happened?

I couldn’t stop thinking about her—how she felt in my arms, the way she looked at me. Her smile made me feel like I could do anything, even though I knew it was wrong.

Then it started to rain. Hard. Of course, it did. The universe had perfect timing when it came to ruining my mood.

I kicked at the ground, irritated, my feet splashing through puddles as I walked. I couldn’t stop replaying the look she gave me. I should’ve kissed her.

I wanted to kiss her. I couldn’t keep pretending like I didn’t feel this pull towards her, no matter how wrong it felt.

I pulled out a blunt from my jacket, lighting it up without even thinking. Maybe it was a stupid move, but I didn’t care. I needed something to numb the frustration, the confusion. 

The smoke filled my lungs, and for a moment, everything felt hazy. The rain poured harder, but I didn’t care. I kept walking, letting the buzz take over, the cold now just a distant thing.

taglist: @lolastrniolo @sturniololuv08 @chrislilcumslvt @lonleyheartsclub @shadowthesim

(lmk if you wanna be added!)

sneaky part 2 coming up...

[redroses07]

love is a spectrum…

(last post for a bit, sorry for the spam)

[alaina-starling]

C.AI Chatbots Master-list

A/N: These are all original ideas, and if you see similarities with others, if it’s an inspiration of something, it will say so in the description.

EDIT (07/02/25) -> I’ve deleted my C.AI app because honestly, fuck AI. I did not delete my account for anyone who still wants to use my bots. Lowkey just thinking of rewriting them as fics…

Additional: Pictures of the characters used are not my art, pictures of actual people are taken from Pinterest.

Requests: Closed <3

PJO & HOO

Charles Beckendorf

save a horse - you’re a city girl who doesn’t know the country’s sayings, so you take his hat

Clarisse La Rue

・❥・ 2802, and it’s all for you - she’s fought 2802 for you

・❥・ solace - she’s not used to being soft, but with you, she can’t help but

Ethan Nakamura

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ghost face - your boyfriend buys a costume to surprise you (revised version)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ gentle moments he adores - he’s a quiet lover, but he needs you to know just how much he needs you

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ bad influence - everyone’s shocked the resident good girl is friends with him

Frank Zhang

ᯓ★ inches short - your boyfriend makes a suggestive comment that he learned from leo

ᯓ★ not worthy of you - he’s staring at the mirror and hating what he sees

ᯓ★ you’re not going to school today - you need to attend classes in new rome university but frank won’t let you

Jason Grace

☁︎ you’re scared of heights - cornered to a cliff with your boyfriend, you need to jump off

☁︎ just sleep - your boyfriend is hard and you want to help him

Leo Valdez

༊*·˚ you’re scared of fire - watching your boyfriend work with fire

༊*·˚ he burned you - he accidentally burned you and now won’t stop apologizing

༊*·˚ dense but lovely - someone’s flirting with him, he doesn’t realize

༊*·˚ practice it on me - you made a comment about being a stripper and your brother’s best friend overhears

༊*·˚ out of my league - he’s in love with you, but just like the others, you’re out of his league

༊*·˚ dirty hands and quiet whispers - his rest is you

༊*·˚ angry confessions - you hated each other but find each other in the rain, and maybe a confession came along the way

༊*·˚ when did we get married? - you look up at the sound of his last name

༊*·˚ wearing another person’s jersey - you wear jason’s jersey and leo gets jealous

Luke Castellan

۶•ৎ drunk castellan - your boyfriend’s drunk and needs you

۶•ৎ a thief and a liar - you lied about having a boyfriend

۶•ৎ rile me up and hurt me - you made teasing comments about letting his brothers use you, now he’s sad

۶•ৎ leftover lunch or a proposal? - you gave him an apple, not knowing in ancient greece it’s a proposal

۶•ৎ quit moving - it’s hot and he’s cuddling you but you want to move, he mutters in his sleep, annoyed

۶•ৎ chess - to distract him from his nightmares, you play chess with him

۶•ৎ distract me so i won’t turn around - you get cornered by guys, he saves you

۶•ৎ nobody loved me when i was nobody - luke forgets about you

۶•ৎ the purity of his doe - he has a corruption kink

۶•ৎ fight for you - you got a boyfriend who doesn’t treat you right, luke decides to beat him up

۶•ৎ a man - even when he’s angry, he remains respectful

۶•ৎ playing in the sun - he’s your best friend but you’re secretly in love with him

۶•ৎ his silly words and their consequences - he lies about never being in your cabin so you invite him in

۶•ৎ his favorite pastime - after a night together, he falls in love with you all over again

۶•ৎ his heart beats your name in morse code - he’s your loyal dog, and he’s utterly in love with you

Niccolo di Angelo

𓆩♡𓆪 he’s innocent and lonely - you’re the only friend that has gotten this close

Percy Jackson

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 riding a death machine - you’re scared of motorcycles, but you’re riding with percy to go back to camp

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 finding home in you - he left camp half blood to go to you

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 he’s your brother - he doesn’t like the new addition to the cabin because they make him question his identity as a demigod

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 married - you’re married to percy

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 defending him - you beat up the kid that was shit talking him

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 mortal girlfriend - percy left camp and has been living with you

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 my biggest sin was loving you - percy is dating annabeth, but you love him

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 teach me - you’re crying, to distract you, percy asks you for a dance

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 jealousy in the shade of stormy grey - you and percy are dating, but he’s still close with his ex: annabeth

Thalia Grace

♕ grumpy lightning and her bubbly sun - luke and thalia are dating

MISC.

Benjamin De Almeida

> quiet for you - ben isn’t that loud when you’re around

> doing your makeup for you - you’re making a video of him doing your makeup for you

> biting - he bites you while you’re in a meeting

note: should i just make them into fics (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

[commentarycrochet]

I was bored so here is photographic and video proof that Ben is Leo.

Both have a three letter nickname with the middle letter being E. It’s a whole conspiracy guys. Hear me out hear me out.

Lmao, but Fr if you’re a Leo Valdez fan you might like his YouTube. They have the same personality. So here’s the link.

[girl-rudely-interrupted]

you know its gone past fangirling when you know you would sob if you met your favorite YouTuber irl (its an emotional attachment now)

[nonbeliever1]

guysss I’m making a YouTuber dr, my s/o is benoftheweek who should my fc be !!? 💕

maya (1) molly (2)

[stunnabrat69]

HEYYYYY IF YOU LIKE BENOFTHEWEEK THERE IS NOW A MAMAS COMMUNITY MADE BY @wh0resstuff !!!!!!!

Also ik I’m late on posting about this, but I haven’t been on Tumblr recently 😭

[livsmessydoodles]

still a menace

[wh0resstuff]

i’m genuinely gonna tweak out due to the lack of ben content anywhere GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE

[allthingskenobi]

@swsource​ star wars week: day 5 – favorite names/nicknames

[mybodywakesup]

YELLOWJACKETS — S3E6: Thanksgiving (Canada)

[miss-sturn]

★彡[ʙᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ - ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ]彡★

(p2)

Summary: Ben is in love with his best friend's sister. But he can't be with her like that. A/n: I forgot to post this Warnings: Mentions of smoking, Kissing, Light cursing! Just pure fluff :)

♪ I got so high the other night, I swear to God

Felt my feet lift the ground ♪

I wake up in my bed, my head pounding like a drum. Every muscle in my body aches, and I groan, rubbing my face. I feel like shit. It takes me a while to remember what exactly happened last night.

I got so high.

I drag myself out of bed, trying to shake the fog in my head. Sunlight stabs my eyes through the blinds, as I rummage around. I need something—water, coffee, anything—to make this headache go away.

I shuffle into the living room, hoping to find Curtis, maybe a distraction, but then I stop dead in my tracks.

There she is.

She’s lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, her head resting against the armrest, lips slightly pursed as her chest fell and rose in her sleep. She looks so peaceful, so... innocent. My heart skips a beat at the sight of her, and I can’t help but stare.

I lean against the door frame, just watching her. Her hair falls in soft waves around her face, and for a second, I forget everything. I forget about the stupid shit I did last night, forget about Curtis, forget about everything except her.

She’s so damn beautiful, even in her sleep.

I quickly snap out of it, though, feeling the tightness in my chest. What the hell am I doing? I need to stop thinking about her like this. She’s my best friend’s sister.

I stood there like an idiot, my brain short-circuiting. I should’ve kept walking, made myself that coffee, but no. I stayed put, staring at her like a weirdo.

Her hair is covering her face. That thought shouldn’t have mattered, but somehow, it did.

Before I could think twice, I moved closer, my feet barely making a sound. I knelt by the couch, wincing as my knee hit the hardwood.  What am I doing?

My hand hovered near her face, fingers trembling slightly. A strand of hair covered her face, and for some reason, it bugged me. Carefully—probably too carefully—I reached out and brushed it aside.

Her skin was warm under my fingers.

“Okay,” I whispered, barely breathing. “That’s done. That’s—enough.”

I moved to pull away, but she stirred.

I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs as she shifted, mumbling something I couldn’t catch. Her lips parted slightly, and my chest tightened.

Her lips.

I swallowed hard. Was this normal? Did normal people feel like this? My heart was racing like I’d run a marathon, and she was just lying there, completely unaware of the emotional chaos happening two feet from her.

Without thinking, I leaned in a little, just close enough to catch the faintest trace of her perfume. My gaze flicked to her lips again, and I immediately shook my head. Stop. Don’t do this.

And then her eyes opened.

She blinked at me, her face a mix of confusion and - something else I couldn’t place. “...Ben?”

“Morning!” I blurted, way too loud. I scrambled back, smacking my knee on the coffee table in the process. “Ow—uh, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you!”

She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, the blanket sliding off her shoulders. She stretched lazily, like she had all the time in the world. “What were you doing?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

“Nothing!” I said quickly, getting to my feet like the floor had turned into lava. “I mean—uh—I was just…your hair! It was in your face, so I—” I gestured vaguely toward her, feeling my face heat up. “Yeah.”

Her lips curled into a tiny, knowing smile. “Right.”

I retreated to the kitchen, muttering every curse I knew under my breath. My hands shook as I poured myself some coffee, and I nearly burned myself on the mug.

From the living room, her voice carried, teasing. “Thanks for the, uh, hair fix, I guess.”I groaned into my coffee. Great. Just great.

Dinner wasn’t planned.

“Hungry?” I asked, desperate to break the tension and awkwardness that lay between us.

She looked up from her phone, perched on the arm of the couch in one of those oversized sweatshirts that somehow made her look even prettier. She shrugged. “Starving.”

And that was how I ended up in a smart button-up shirt, fumbling with the cuffs while she waited by the door. She was scrolling through restaurant options, her hair still damp from the shower she’d taken after her nap.

We found ourselves at a small Italian restaurant tucked away on a quiet street. Fairy lights dangled from the ceiling, soft music played in the background, and the scent of garlic and fresh bread filled the air.

 She teased me when I fumbled over “gnocchi,” and I made some awful joke about how they should just call it “pasta balls.” Her laugh—it was worth embarrassing myself for.

I barely remembered the food, or anything that came after it. All I could focus on was her. The way her fingers toyed with the edge of her napkin when she was thinking. The way she scrunched her nose when the waiter came back with the wrong drink. The way she talked—like she was letting me into her world one story at a time.

After dinner, the rain started.

It was light, barely more than a drizzle, but enough to make the air smell clean and the streetlights glow. I held the door open for her, and we stood under the awning, staring out at the wet pavement.

“Guess we should call a cab,” I said, glancing at her.

She didn’t answer. She was already stepping into the rain, her face tilted upward, arms spread out like she was greeting the weather.

“You’re gonna get soaked,” I said, shaking my head but unable to stop the smile creeping onto my face.

“It’s just rain,” she said, spinning in slow circles. Then, she turned to me and held out her arm, the corners of her lips curling into a challenge.

She held out a hand, waiting for me to join her. And like the fool I am, I did.

The cold drops of rain hit like tiny shocks, but she didn’t flinch. She spun out from me, her hand still in mine, her laughter mixing with the sound of rain hitting the pavement. It wasn’t graceful or practiced—it was wild and carefree, and for once, I let myself match her energy.

She twirled back to me, her hands finding my shoulders as if they belonged there, and then we were moving together in a clumsy sort of rhythm. The rain was relentless, plastering her hair to her face and soaking us both through, but she was radiant, her smile brighter than any starless night deserved.

“You’re really bad at this,” she teased, her voice warm and teasing as we swayed.

“Hey,” I shot back with mock indignation, “you dragged me into this.”

“Yeah,” she said, grinning. “And you don’t regret it.”

She was right. I didn’t.

She stepped closer, her arms wrapping around my neck now, and suddenly the world felt smaller—just her and me in the rain. I rested my hands at her waist, tentative at first, but when she didn’t pull away, I held her like I couldn’t imagine letting go.

We moved slower now, the chaotic twirling replaced by something softer, deeper. The rain poured around us, blurring the streetlights into hazy golden orbs. She hummed softly under her breath, a tune I didn’t recognize but felt like I’d always known.

“I don’t think I’ve ever done this before,” I admitted, my voice quieter now.

“Danced in the rain?” she asked, tilting her head back to look at me, her eyes searching mine.

“Yeah. Or, like… felt this.”

Her smile softened, and her fingers brushed the back of my neck, sending a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the rain. “Me neither.”

For a moment, we just looked at each other. I could see the raindrops clinging to her lashes, the way her lips parted slightly like she had more to say but wasn’t sure how to say it. Her hands slid down to my chest, resting there as if testing the steadiness of my heartbeat.

And then she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. “I remember everything.”

I froze, unsure if she meant what I thought she did. “From the pub?”

She nodded, her gaze never leaving mine. “Everything you did. Even though I was drunk, I remembered. I remember the way you looked at me, like I was worth something more than just that night.”

“I think about it more than I probably should,” she added, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Her words left me frozen, torn between speaking and staying silent. My throat tightened. “You are,” I said, the words coming out hoarse. “You always were.”

She smiled, a small, vulnerable thing that made my heart ache. “I didn’t believe it then. But I do now.”

The rain seemed to quiet around us, like the world was holding its breath. Her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt as she leaned in closer. Her lips brushed mine softly, hesitantly, like she was asking a question only I could answer.

I answered by kissing her back.

It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, deliberate, filled with all the things I couldn’t say out loud. Her hands slid up to my jaw, and I held her tighter, anchoring myself to this moment, to her.

Her lips were impossibly soft, like the petals of a rose brushing against mine, warm and tender. They tasted faintly sweet, leaving me dizzy with every gentle press. Her hands slid up to my face, fingertips tracing my jaw with a feather-light touch, like she was memorizing every line and curve. The way her thumb brushed my cheek sent a warmth coursing through me, grounding me and setting me alight all at once. I couldn’t help but melt into her touch, into the way her presence consumed every thought in my mind.

Without thinking, I let my hand travel up her back, fingers grazing the base of her neck and tangling softly in her hair. She moaned softly, a quiet, breathless sound that sent a jolt straight through me. I knew right then I’d do anything to hear it again, to make her feel this good. My heart pounded as her lips pressed harder against mine, and I knew in that moment I’d do anything to hear that sound again, to keep her in this perfect state of bliss. 

Pleasing her felt like the only thing that mattered.

When we finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against mine, her breath mingling with mine in the cool night air. “Told you dancing in the rain wasn’t so bad,” she said softly, her lips curling into a smile.

I chuckled, my thumb brushing a raindrop from her cheek. “I think I like it better with you.”

She laughed, her eyes shining like the rain wasn’t falling at all. “Good. Because I’m not done dancing yet.”

And just like that, we were swaying again, wrapped up in each other, the rain, and a night that suddenly felt like forever.

♪ Nothing feels better than this ♪

Taglist: @lolastrniolo @sturniololuv08 @chrislilcumslvt @lonleyheartsclub @shadowthesim

A/n: Let me know if you guys have any ideas for me!!