#ben white imagines

[macybeckham7]

You are the new host for Lions Den and all the boys have a crush on you. Do one with Mount, Rashford, Ben White

As soon as you got introduced to the team, you had got a few admirers. They were all excited to go onto the Den just so they could sit and talk to you. Ben and Marcus melted as he watched you smile and wave around the room at everyone and telling them how excited you were to be with them during the journey. Most of the guys were eating at the palm of your hands as you talked about yourself. The rest of them grumbled when Mason was your first guest, he made sure to bring his A game and made sure to be funny, he had you laughing all then time and you both were flirting which neither of you cared about the millions of people watching. Marcus came in next and you both were so competitive with the challenges, he constantly always touching you. Whether it was a little nudge to put you off or holding your hand or your feet touching as you sat opposite each other. Ben was shy and you had to bring him out of his shell alittle, he lets out under his breath ‘You are even more prettier up close’ he says making a little giggle come from you. Behind the scenes the three of them would always come and check you were ok and if you needed anything. Kalvin, Declan and Raheem all shaking their heads at their mates and how besotted they are by you.

[chilly-me-softly]

Can you do something with Ben White, he is in Doha for the word Cup but the two of you have argued and you love him a lot. Y/n and Ben have a newborn son and he has a cold and you are worried.. thank you in advance 🤍 (sorry for my English)

Wrote this before he withdrew from the squad

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Having a baby change everything from the way you think to your priorities; everything begins to be planned with them in mind in order to make them feel good. Or so you thought...

You were happy about Ben's call-up to the world cup, you still are. Yet there were days when bickering was not missing in your house, leading you to be nervous and consequently causing your barely one-month-old baby to be more nervous than usual. Exhausted didn't fully express how you felt.

"I don't understand" and yet Ben misses no opportunity to resume the same conversation that has been going on within those walls for days now.

"Again?" you sigh dejectedly, the only thing you want is to take advantage of the fact that the baby is finally resting so that you can do the same if only for a little while. But he doesn't understand that.

"Yes, again. And do you know why? Because it's not fucking fair"

"Ben I warn you, change that attitude or don't start at all"

"Everyone will be there, everyone. What am I supposed to say when they notice I'll be the only one alone?"

"The truth. That the baby is still too young to travel"

"Because you don't want to"

"You really think you have it all figured out? - your voice drops a tone, defeated and bitter at yet another failed communication between the two of you since the baby's birth - have you ever stopped to think about what it might mean for me, for us, to move with a newborn? I feel like I've just found some stability since he was born and just the thought of having to do it all over again alone in a place I don't know surrounded by strangers scares me... but you don't care anyway. You only think about yourself, about showing your family around five minutes after the game while I'm the one who has to take care of everything else!"

The baby's crying is the only thing in the background after your outburst while he looks at you without saying anything. So you take the opportunity to walk away, to put some space between the two of you as you go to quiet the baby.

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The days before departure are the strangest. Some go by as if you were a normal family that has just had a baby, enjoying every moment ahead of his departure; others as if you were strangers under the same roof, shifty glances and unspoken thoughts.

And that is how he leaves, after a small party with friends and family to wish him luck, to join his teammates almost a week before the start of the world cup. Every evening or whenever he has free time he calls you to see you both; there is always a smile on his face, the focus on the boy, but still on facetime is always easier to hide things.

When he calls you on the third day he can sense that something is wrong just by seeing you. He had just finished dinner with some of the boys but had wandered off looking for a quiet place so you could talk freely.

"He didn't sleep at all last night. He's so fussy. And I think he has some sort of flu"

"Did you call my mum or yours?"

"Yeah, I spoke to them just now. I also called the paediatrician but he wasn't available" the desperation is clear in your voice as you huff trying to push back the tears that are trying to come out.

"Babe - Ben sighs, looking for the best way to infuse you with his closeness - breathe, you've got this under control..."

"He's so little, I don't know what to do"

"Okay now listen to me, ask your mother or sister to stay with you tonight. Just so you're calmer and you can try to get some rest too"

"Ugh I should have listened to you and taken him somewhere warmer" you sigh and really the distance right now doesn't help.

"That could have happened here too. And you're right, probably in a foreign place you would have gone even crazier"

"I'm not going crazy - you reply promptly snatching a laugh from him - I'm just worried about my baby"

"I know" a hysterical cry breaks free in the air just then and you step away for a moment only to go and retrieve the baby leaving Ben waiting. When you return he can actually notice the slightly flushed cheeks typical of a few lines of fever.

"How is he?"

"He doesn't seem any warmer than before" you murmur, resting your lips on his forehead for a moment. "Oh the paediatrician is calling me back. Talk later?"

"Yeah, let me know as soon as you're done" the call disconnects soon after leaving him bitter at what he meant to say, staring at your profile picture picturing you and the baby in one of the many photos he took of you during that period.

Part 2

[oh-saints]

Can you write for Ben White? I know it's like a lot to ask since he's not that much of a popular demand around here but since you're an Arsenal fan and all..

of course, nonny! i hope this satisfies you!

safe

with ben’s consistent business trip, he just wants you to be safe while he’s away.

ben white x you

word count:

tw: mention of sarah everard’s case

note: happy valentine’s day, lovelies! <3 taking a little break from the plentiful of rúben’s request. but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is yet to be proof-read.

“have a safe trip, honey.”

and as soon as ben ties up his shoelace, he walks back to the woman he loves, the axis to his presence, the epicentrum to his life. he pecks you one last time before snuggling his way to your neck, burying himself in your smell once more before Qatar deprives him of you.

“please take care of yourself, too.”

ben’s laugh is muffled by his hoodie you always wear whenever he goes for away matches, and the combination of his hoodie and your shampoo dizzies ben in the head because he knows he misses you already, despite still having you in his arms.

“please take care of yourself, too, my love,” he mumbles, before his nose makes his way towards the side of your neck, the back of your ears, and he feels you trembling at his slightest touch. oh how much he’s going to miss that… “but i really need to go.”

you laugh at his words because wasn’t it him that comes back crawling to you just seconds ago?

“and i need you to promise me something.”

ben isn’t a stranger to the word promise, he’d promised you so many things as long as he’s capable of. but this time, his sentence startles you, for he asks you to do something for him. it’s nearly unheard of in your relationship with ben.

“what is it?”

“i want you to use my car everywhere you go.”

now you’re stunned. because it certainly is a big favour to ask, coming from him. because he knows you’re not into this whole concept of driving—you proclaim you’re the worst driver in London and that supposedly says a lot, for you can’t save your patience for the crazy cyclists and those cowboy drivers.

“why?”

“i want you to be safe.”

“but the tube’s sa—”

“no, not that. i’m actually not worried about you riding the tube or buses or else,” ben says, and while doing so he stares you down. he means business, you realise. he only shows that face twice; a) when he’s playing on the field and someone tries to bring him down, b) once when you were harassed in the club. “i’m more worried at the fact you have to walk from the station or bus stop to here. somebody could’ve done unimaginable things to you while walking and i’d be fucked if something happens to you just because i can’t prevent it from happening.”

the reality dawns on you at that moment.

days ago, when you and ben stumbles upon the news of a woman reported lost and found killed at the hands of the police who couldn’t take a no for life, ben couldn’t believe his eyes. he had to ask you the question of which the answer he dreaded for—“have you been in that position? where a man can’t take your no?” “what do you think i carry those pepper spray for?”—and now it seems like the news have been bugging his consciousness.

he just wants you to be safe when you go somewhere and when you come back home. no one in this world deserves that kind of feeling when you’re scared of what happens when you say yes but more frightened at the thought of what might happen if you say no.

“i can’t let anything happen to you,” ben shakes his head at his own intrusive thoughts. “and i won’t. not when i’m still breathing.”

ben white surely loves his cars but he definitely and absolutely loves you more.

[inacommitedrelationshipwithfood]

benjamin you had such a good game I'm so sorry we did this to you

[george-mackay-macfine]

I'm back into the writing mood after some heavy shit.

Now opening up the requests for Will Poulter, Jeremy Allen White, Ben Hardy (and their characters) as well as the usual roster.

Will and JAW girlies slid into the DM's

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 1 of ?

Hi guys! Long time no see.

I missed writing so much and here I am, trying to make a comeback. This will be a Ricky Olson/ Horror love story and we will see together how many parts it will have.

NOTE: Ricky will not be present in the first part, being more of an introduction to the story.

Warnings: none.

I hope you'll enjoy it and by box is open if you think I can put your ideas into something nice.

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“Lexus, you’ve got 5 minutes!”

“Alright, I’m coming!”

I am rushing to the stage while trying to dodge the many people that were on my way. Today was a big day for us, our second studio album being released on the last day of our American tour. We tried to keep it a secret and tonight the fans are going to hear one of the singles.

Being a little nervous is a misunderstanding, because I am terrified. The whole band united to make something better than the first album, where we tried different things to show we can do more. We are not dreaming of going #1 on the charts, we only want to hear our fans saying they are proud of what we want to become.

Now I’m in the backstage, waiting for the guys to prepare my entrance. We always try to do something different and today, Seth, the drummer, came with an idea. He will play a little solo, giving a little hint about the first song on the setlist. After that Andrew, who plays bass, will do the same thing. In the end, Xander, the guitarist, will be the last one to have his moment which will mark my entrance. And that moment is happening now.

I only hear screaming and I can barely see any faces from the lights. But I always feel like home while on stage. In that moment all of my fears disappeared, being replaced with excitement for doing what I love.

“Let’s rock this place out!”

If there is a thing I hate about myself is that I will never be a morning person. My alarm started to ring so loud that I could feel the vibration in my brain. I tried to stop it and I failed miserably when the phone fell on the floor. When I reached out for it I saw a message from Xander:

~ Wake up you piece of sunshine, we have business to do. ~

Getting out of bed was my main business at the moment. I went to the bathroom and saw that I completely forgot to take my make-up off last night. Tried to repair the damage and made myself look a little more presentable I made my way up to Xander’s room.

“Look who finally decided to show up looking like a mess.”

“Such a sweetheart. I’m sorry I did not get all glammed up for your poor little eyes.”

“At least you are not losing your sense of humour when you barely sleep.”

Well, that’s true. About both things, of course. My sense of humour? One of a kind. Sleeping schedule? A completely mess. This tour got all the life out of me but I know now we have a couple of months free to prepare the international tour for the new album.

“The manager called and apparently we are going to play some shows.”

“Where? Last night we finished the tour, isn’t that enough?”

“Don’t give me this attitude cause you’ll love it. It’s about Warped Tour.”

We had a thing that I hate and now a thing that I love. I always loved Warped Tour because I don’t see it as a job I have to do, but as a place where I can hang out with my friends every day. Maybe I will not regret that much the sleep I will still not get.

“Oh and a little birdie told me your boyfriend will be there as well.”

“Then it will be one hell of a summer.”

[crystaldeclear]

Obsessed with Ben White's continued set piece role of "being a pest." As soon as he steps into the opposition box, he becomes the most annoying man in the world

[canirove]

The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 7

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“Ok everyone, gather around. It’s time for our Secret Santa!” our host says.

“They also have a Secret Santa?” I ask Mrs. McKenzie.

“Oh, yes, but it is a weird one where they exchange their gifts, and if you don’t like yours, you can change it for the one someone else has. It’s a bit confusing, I don’t quite get it.”

And after watching it for a while, I don’t get it either, but they all seem to be having lots of fun. At the end of the game, Mr. and Mrs. Kloss have a huge photography book that I must check myself when I have time, and Ben… He definitely didn’t end the night with the present he expected.

“I am so sorry, Ben” Mrs. Kloss tells him. “Luna and I had prepared everything so I would end up with that as my present, but things didn’t work out and…”

“It’s alright, don’t worry” he says with one of his charming smiles.

“You can gift it again, I won’t mind. I’m sure you can think of someone” she says, looking at me and winking. Great. Wonderful. My boss just suggested that Ben should gift me a very sexy pyjama set that probably costs more than all the pyjamas I’ve owned my whole life. “Anyway, gotta go find my husband. I heard they want to order pizza, and I’m sure he will forget to tell them that I don’t like anchovies.”

“That was…”

“Embarrassing” I say after Mrs. Kloss has left and it is just Ben and I. “Very embarrassing.”

“Do you like it?” he says, moving the bag with the pyjamas in front of me.

“I’ve never worn silk pyjamas. Or silk, to be honest.”

“I’m pretty sure you are wearing silk tonight” Ben smirks.

“Oh” I say, looking down at my dress.

“I think it is only fair that you end the night wearing silk as well. So here. For you” he says, giving me the bag. “Merry Christmas, neighbour.”

“Ben, you don’t have to.”

“Oh, we are back to Ben? That’s interesting” he says, taking a step forward.

“I spoke without thinking.”

“Yeah, sure” he says, now just a few inches away from me. “Should we go somewhere a bit more private?”

“Where?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, offering me his hand.

“I do” I say, taking it and following him outside the house, walking down the hall and stopping in front of his door.

“Here is what is going to happen” he says. “We are gonna go inside my house, and I’m gonna throw this bag somewhere and start kissing you while I take you to my room, where I’m gonna get you out of that dress, throw you in my bed and make love to you until the sun comes out. But only if that also is what you want. Only if you truly want it.”

“I do. I want it” I say, my voice a mere whisper, my whole body already tensing in anticipation.

“I didn’t hear you."

“I want it, Ben. I do. Badly.”

“Love it when you call me Ben” he says turning to open his house’s door and making me follow him inside.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━      

I don’t know what time it is when I wake up, but judging by the sounds my stomach is making, we’ve at least skipped one meal. Though maybe I’m just hungry because the food last night wasn’t that good, I barely touched it, and then… God, I can feel the heat on my face just by thinking everything Ben and I did after the party. Things I didn’t know I was able to do. Or that someone could do to me. Or…

“Blrrrr.”

“I’ve heard you, stomach” I whisper to myself, trying to ignore what happened last night for a few minutes, and focusing on getting out of the bed without waking up Ben.

After leaving the bedroom, I walk into the living room, almost kicking the bag with the pyjamas. I don’t have any other clothes besides my dress, and since Ben said they were my Christmas gift, I guess I can wear them to make myself some breakfast, right?

Once I’ve made some coffee and eaten some cookies I found on a cupboard, I go back to the living room, and for some odd reason, I’m drawn to the piano. To Ben’s piano, the one he wouldn’t mind letting me play. Not the other girls he’s been with. Just me.

I sit down on the piano seat, inspecting it closely and checking every single detail. Like the fact that there is a little plate with a name.

“Eleanor?”

“That’s her name” I hear him say behind me, making me jump.

“Holy shit, Ben! You scared me!”

“Sorry” he says, sitting next to me. He is only wearing his boxers, his curls a complete mess. And I love it. It is a sight I would love to wake up to every morning. “And thank God you had put your mug on the floor.”

“Oh, yes, sorry” I say with an apologetic smile. “Who was Eleanor?”

“My piano teacher, the one who made me fall in love with it. She gifted me this piano just a few months before she passed away.”

“I’m sorry” I say, grabbing his hand and giving it a little squeeze.

“I named the piano after her as a tribute. She played because she loved music, not to be the best or make money out of it. And every time I sit here, that’s what I want to remember. What I want to feel.”

“Would you play something for me?” I ask him.

“Anything special?” Ben says, lifting the keys cover.

“Surprise me.”

“Do you know this movie called “Les Choristes?” he says in perfect French.

“Of course I do! Back in school they made us watch it every single year during our music lessons, and we played some of the songs with the flute.”

“Do you still remember them?”

“I remember one… But not the name. It was something like…” I say, humming the bits of the melody I can remember.

“Vois sur ton chemin” he says, again, in perfect French.

“Oh my God, Ben. I had forgotten how posh you actually are” I laugh.

“Ha ha ha. Do you remember the notes?”

“I kind of do. Where is the do?”

“Here” he says, grabbing my finger and putting in on the key.

“Let me give it a go” I say, focusing and trying to remember the rest of the notes.

“That was great! But wait a minute” he says, getting up and picking a tablet from the shelve next to us. “Do you still remember how to read a sheet music?”

“I do.”

“Then let’s try this. You are doing this bit here and I will accompany you.”

“Ok” I say.

I don’t know for how long we stay in front of the piano, playing, laughing when we make a mistake, Ben kissing my cheek, my neck or my shoulder because I apparently look too cute when I’m focused, and making giggle like an idiot. Like a very happy idiot.

[colorsofmyseason]

color me red

Summary: Every Arsenal player has different taste.

Pairing: None

As usual, part of my supernatural au!

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Sometimes, Leandro wonders what he's done in all those centuries he's lived to experience such luck. He's gone through different identities, various jobs, even multiple clubs in his current life as a footballer, but he's never felt so comfortable, so belonging before. Maybe because there are a bunch of other supers at Arsenal. Maybe because they know and accept him for what he is, and don't even bat an eye when he brings a pack of blood to the breakfast table instead of a plate of beans on toast. Or maybe because they don't mind him taking a sip here and there whenever he needs it. 

Alright, so maybe there are lots of alternatives to feeding nowadays – blood packs, synthesized blood, blood pills – and Leandro will take those without comment. But he also won't refuse the opportunity to get fresh blood if he can. And now he has a myriad of beautiful men to choose from…

Martin tastes like expensive champagne. Light and sweet, flowing down Leandro's throat effortlessly like a warm drink on a cold day, yet intoxicating, making Leandro wish to drink him again and again. Yet he rarely does, because it's too delicious for his own good. He fears he doesn't deserve to experience such taste in his life.

(Also, the sight of Martin's pale white throat always catches his breath whenever he plans to do so, and he doesn't want his fang marks to ruin the beauty of such a specimen, but that's a different story).

Kieran's is different – thicker in consistency, definitely not as sweet as Martin, maybe a little piquant, but it's the aftertaste that leaves Leandro fascinated. The Scottish full-back always gives him the feeling of eating a full course homecooked meal, tasty and hearty and fulfilling, and Leandro always thinks that he won't need to feed for days after he has Kieran for a meal.

Aaron is lemon, lime, orange… anything citrusy really, so fresh and bright, but with a hint of spice underneath it. If sunshine can be turned into a flavor, Leandro thinks it must taste exactly like Aaron's blood, and it warms him up thoroughly inside like the sun coming out after a bad storm. On the other hand, Bukayo is a little too sweet for his liking, since the kid literally tastes like a truckful of cotton candy, and while it isn't exactly unpleasant, Leandro fears he might end up with diabetes at some point if he feeds from Bukayo too often. Okay, well, not literally since he can't really get diabetes, but still.

Mikel has this rich, exquisite flavor that reminds Leandro of fine dining (and yes, he's been to such places, mostly to keep up appearances, but still). And the Spaniard's blood is the closest thing to perfection he has ever tasted. Just the right amount of spice, the right texture, the right level of sweetness. Normally managers are off limits, but Mikel says he deserves it after a string of fine performances, and Leandro believes him. 

The one holding the title for the spiciest blood in the squad must be Granit. Maybe that has something to do with his personality, the vampire doesn't know. But he tastes fiery and strong and sharp, to the point it nearly scares Leandro to feed from him again. But the Swiss midfielder will just brush it off and calmly "persuade" Leandro to feed from him, and rinse and repeat.

Ben is…special. Leandro has fed from him many times since their Brighton days, and his blood always tastes the same – plain, a little dry, completely devoid of any kinds of flavor, like unseasoned food. Perhaps it has something to do with the defender being one of the most nonchalant people he knows, but it's still fascinating how someone can be so effortlessly bland. Not that Leandro doesn't enjoy it, though – he likes to savor the taste (or lack of it) in his mouth, marveling at how different it is from any other kind of blood he's drunk.

There are other guys too, with all their respective flavors and quirks, and Leandro can honestly write a whole book describing all of those, alongside a tier list of the tastiest blood within the squad. He won't do it for real, though. Not that he's scared they will find out – they're all good guys, and often make vampire jokes to him out of fun, but he just enjoys getting various tastes to feed so it won't get boring, and he appreciates his teammates for providing him with that.

And he honestly cannot ask for more.

(Also, if he much prefers the first two people more than anyone else, for reasons other than feeding, that's his personal business.)

fin

[indi-glo-archive]

i hate imogen with a passion

[vaticinatrix]

if the original winx club cartoon premiered in 2023 it would become bullshit culture war fodder faster than you could say alfea

[macybeckham7]

Reader and Ben sharing clothes

{i don’t know which Ben this was for, so i’m tagging both}

It become a lot easier for you guys to share clothes when you moved in with him, you loved oversized jumpers and tops and you loved Ben’s fashion sense. You both enjoying having the scent of the other one lingered on the material and made it feel like you were together when you were apart. Ben always tells you how much he loves seeing you wear his clothes, it always does something to him, and how you don’t even need to try, you just got the style. You steal from all parts of his wardrobe, whether it’s his boxers, and his joggers.

[oh-saints]

Can you write something with Ben White? Maybe something cute.. like with your little kid.. I don’t have many ideas so you can write what you want with him🤍 Thank you in in advance

since this ask came before we found out he got married, i'm going to entertain you one last time bcs i was so reminded of this gif when i read your request.. hope you like them <3

we see ben's so proactive and provocative on pitch. he'll be the same, if not even scarier, if it concerns his family.

no one touches his family

so ofc naturally he's the one who keeps touching and holding his son everywhere and anywhere

he even panics when his son falls whilst running. he'd fight the ground if he needs to

he's the type of dad who will crouch in front of his son, just to make sure his son feels heard and feels like his presence matters

in line with the 1st point, he's the kind of guy who will shout at the sideline when he watches his son playing football

but will never force his son to follow his footsteps. his son's happiness is number 1

going back to the 5th point, he will always answers his son's question, including but not limited to his tattoos

"daddy, why is your skin like that? did God give them to you when you were born?" and he could only smile because wow, what a question

although ever since then, ben is pretty much convinced his son is a genius and therefore he seeks for other extracurricular activities that can enhance his son's intelligence instead of only doing sports like any other boys in his age

(request still open & you can drop them here)

[football-rambles]

Inspired by Netflix film 2020. small Multi-Chaptered fic Coming Christmas Day,

Vote here for a player (feel free to add players I missed, I be there forever and day naming players.)

As always, ask box is open :)

[vincenteuniverse]

Ken's progression OUT of color

This is kinda a cornplate thought that I had nowhere else to put but I love how in the Barbie movie(SPOILERS), Ryan Gosling's Ken's outfits symbolically showcase his "descent" into full patriarchy mode over time.

At the beginning of the film Ken's beach outfit (his default) has an equal balance of pink and blue. Pink is obviously Barbie's color, and shows Ken as fitting well into the femininity and style of Barbieland, while blue could be argued to be Ken's color (a scene later when he's especially confident features him wearing all denim blue, and the stereotypical gender of these colors, especially when found in kid's toys, supports these basic binaries as associated with these colors).

When Ken decides to leave Barbieland with Barbie to delve into the outside world, his color scheme goes full pink, desperate enough to be with Barbie that his attire reflects how dependent his identity is on hers at this stage.

However, it isn't long before Ken's exploration of the real world leads him to exciting new discoveries about the patriarchy and what it can do for him. Here he is introduced to a newfound sense of self independent from barbie, and while he still carries a pink scarf around his neck, the rest of his outfit has devolved into black and white while hers has remained colorful. As he pursues this new-to-him idea further, his worldview is becoming less unique, pretty, and vibrant(in addition to becoming much more masculine).

It is only his scarf that ties him to Barbie now, and upon making the choice not to follow her to Mattel, he becomes fully independent, losing the scarf and any trace of pink in his attire the next time we see him in his mojo dojo casa house coat and beach off outfit underneath.

In his most masculine moment during "Just Ken", he and the other Kens all wear a uniform of the most traditionally male ben shapiro outfit ever: A T-Shirt, belt, and dress pants. All black(and no white either to contrast like the previous 2 outfits). It's fitting that the Kens, in their destructive warpath, imagine themselves as perfectly cleaned up yet violently masculine dancers in their heads, their outfits devoid of all of the flair and character of Barbieland.

(excuse the shitty picture) After Ken has his little self-growth moment, his new sweatshirt reflects the changed and much more balanced man he has become, much more accepting of himself and a life where he can co-exist with Barbie without being with her. This outfit is again an almost perfect balance of pink and blue, both sides of Ken now a bit more at peace, his colors not pushed out by the LITERALLY black hole of toxic masculinity.

The color scheme also matches the roller blading outfit, so perhaps it shows a somewhat intermediary stage of Ken's development wherein he is still attached to and at peace with Barbieland, but where he is starting to become more independent as well. anyway these are all fun and i genuinely have no fucking idea why Mattel didn't cash in on literally making dolls of all the characters and their outfits these would be so fun to own

[zepskies]

Wanderlust

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader

Summary: Your wandering hands are keeping Ben up at night.

AN: My nightly daydreams led me to Soldier Boy this time. 😂

I was imagining the Break Me Down-verse for this one (shortly after Checkerboard), but it can also be general Soldier Boy x Reader.

Word Count: 650

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Fluff, innuendo, Sleepy Ben, implied smut.

You traced down his back with light, trailing fingers.

Lying next to him in bed, with scraps of moonlight filtering through the closed blinds in the window as your only guide, your mind was still drifting even though you should’ve been sleeping.

You couldn’t help yourself.  

You drew invisible patterns across his bare skin. Ben was warm, always warm, even though the AC was making the room almost frigid. You knew it was the ever-present radiator in his chest that made him your own personal heater.

You propped your head up better with an elbow on your pillow as you laid on your side. You then let your hand drift over every dip of muscle between his shoulders, every small freckle you knew just from memory, then down and down his spine.

You flirted with the idea of inching down the sheets, where his bare ass would greet you. From there, you supposed you'd decide what wandering direction your hand took next.

“If you don’t go to sleep,” his deep voice rumbled, “I’m gonna wake up and fuck you again.”

You bit your lip against a giggle, but you didn’t quite succeed.

“It sounds like you’re already awake,” you remarked.

Ben grumbled incoherently in response. He was tired, you knew. He’d just come back from a week-long mission with Butcher and Co. for Supe Affairs. Hence the long night you two spent catching up.

If you were honest, you were still tingling between your legs. Your thighs and ass were a little sore too. Likely they’d be sporting a few fingerprints tomorrow.

You didn't mind it so much though. You two now had a safe word for that kind of thing.

You smirked, sifting your fingers through his hair. It was getting long again. Maybe you’d trim it for him tomorrow, since you both had the weekend off.  

Your hand meandered down the back of his neck, just to begin dragging your nails up and down the slope of his back.

“What does that feel like to you?” you asked curiously. You often wondered how much his invulnerability affected the way he felt things, especially the way you touched him.

“Like a tease,” he muttered.

You applied some more pressure with your nails. Not the way you’d scored his back about an hour ago, when he’d had his sinful mouth all over your body, but enough to be more than a tease. Enough that it would’ve left an angry, red trail on your own “fragile” human skin.

Still, you weren’t able to leave any marks on him. Just a faint whiteness of pressure against his skin that soon returned to normal when you moved your hand away.

“How about that?” you asked.

“Like you’re playing with fucking fire,” Ben said, though you heard the smirk in his voice. “Go to sleep.”

You smiled too.

“We'll pick this up in the morning,” he made sure to add, though he was already halfway back to slumber, from the sound of it.

“Oh, I’m sure,” you said, laughing lightly. You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder. “G’night, babe.”

“Mhmm,” he responded.

He groaned deep in his throat and turned over onto his back. Your smile remained as your body tensed in anticipation, but all he did was slide an arm under your waist and curl you towards him, trapping you against his chest. His hand splayed against your lower back, heavy and warm.

His lips brushed your hair away from your forehead and lingered there. He closed his eyes and let out a deep exhale. You did the same, relaxing against him. Your hand came to rest against the steady thrum of his heart.

Moments like this with him still managed to surprise you…but admittedly, less and less the longer you lived and shared together.

A girl could get used to it though.

AN: Lol should she have pressed her luck? Let me know what you think of this one! 😉💚

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Next we have a fun, fluffy, angsty, smutty Christmas special, Love Actually:

Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

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