#french soldiers didn't have the french flag on the shoulder

[zepskies]

Imagine: Soldier Boy Getting Jealous...

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader || (past Frenchie x F. Reader)

Request: Soldier Boy finding out you had something with Frenchie, years before meeting him.

Word Count: 1K

Tags/Warnings: Jealousy lol (With a hint of spice.~)

Imagine: Ben getting jealous over your past relationship with Frenchie.

He doesn't care.

Because he doesn't care...

When you sit him down in the living room of your apartment and tell him you used to date Frenchie, Ben's reaction is mild at best. To the point where it kind of concerns you.

Ben raises a brow and gives a deep hum.

"Oh, really? That limey bastard?" he remarks. He takes a sip from his tumbler of whiskey. You give him a weary sigh.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't call him that," you reply. You and Frenchie are still friends. Your "entanglement" was years ago, before he even started hooking up with Cherie.

But you still want to be honest with Ben. You two have been dating for a few months now, and it's actually serious. No one's more surprised than you by that fact, but...you're happy. You think he is too.

At your response, however, Ben rolls his eyes and continues drinking. You tilt your head in suspicion.

"So you're chill?" you ask.

"Chill?" he quirks a brow at you. Your lips form a smile.

"You're okay with this," you amend.

Ben shrugs and turns on the TV, trying to navigate the streaming apps. You’d put him on to Game of Thrones. Even three seasons into his binge-watching, he doesn’t want to admit that he’s hooked.

"You're fucking a real man now, sweetheart. No skin off my nose," he says.

It's your turn to roll your eyes, despite a warm blush stinging your cheeks.

But the next time you all go out together to a club in the city, Ben watches you leave his side to say hello to your friends: Annie, Hughie, Frenchie and Kimiko. Frenchie takes your hands and makes a show of looking you up and down.

"Well, well. She shoots to kill tonight, eh?" Frenchie says. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, he whispers, "Ah, black leather. My old favorite."

"Stop," you warn with a smile, hitting his shoulder. He's absolutely shameless. "You're too much."

"And you are just enough," Frenchie returns. He whistles playfully as he raises your hand to twirl you around, showing you off in your little black dress and red-bottom heels.

You laugh, but you bump into Ben when you twirl for the second time. Your laughter cuts off abruptly when you see the flinty look on his face, though he's clinging to stoicism.

Frenchie’s eyes widen as he seems to realize the very real danger he's put himself in. He wisely lets go of your hand, pivots on his heel and goes with Kimiko over to the dance floor.

Meanwhile, you move back to Ben's side and try to placate him by looping your arm through his. He responds by wrapping a strong arm around your waist. His eyes bore into the back of Frenchie's head so hard, you almost expect laser beams to come out of them.

"Come on, let's get a drink," you suggest, patting a hand on Ben's chest. He looks good tonight in a burgundy button-down shirt tucked into his slacks.

Ben wordlessly agrees to your suggestion, but he grabs a stool and drags it close to his own seat. He does help you by the hand onto the stool, but then his arm wraps back around your waist, pulling you in snugly, possessively to his side.

You try not to smile in amusement. It's a caveman's display, but at least you know the root cause this time.

...Okay, maybe you feel the tiniest bit complicit, but really, you think Ben's overreacting.

After he flags down the bartender and orders his bourbon and your martini, you tap against his bearded cheek, earning his green-eyed attention.

"You okay?" you ask knowingly.

"Just fine," he deadpans.

"Oh, well that's convincing," you say with a smile. "Do I need to remind you that I'm here with you?"

Ben's gaze hardens. "I don't know. You were pretty happy to let that French whore put his fucking hands all over you—"

"All right. Calm down, Rambo," you say, trying not to laugh as you rub his arm. "Sorry, baby. That's just how we've always cut up. It doesn't mean anything."

Ben scoffs in derision. "Yeah? Fuck if I care."

You frown at that, sparking with annoyance. Somehow, now you actually do feel guilty. You and Frenchie have bounced off each other like Derek and Garcia for so long, you didn't even realize how it might look...or how it might make your boyfriend feel.

Because even with all that ego and injured pride, you have a feeling there's a real sting of hurt under there.

"Hey," you say, squeezing Ben's wrist. His gaze remains stubbornly on the bartender making your drinks.

You decide to take matters more firmly into your hands.

Reaching up for his chin, you guide Ben's face toward yours and press a kiss to his lips. It's slow at first, but it soon gains in passion. His teeth graze your bottom lip, before his tongue demands entrance into your mouth with claiming purpose.

It elicits a hint of a moan from you, your fingers clenching in his hair. Your nails drag against his scalp, almost making him shudder.

Your supple lips eventually pull away from his, nice and slow.

"Your hands are the only hands I care about touching me," you say. Your expression twinkles with mischief as you toy with the zipper on the side of your dress.

"As a matter of fact, I need your help," you add. "This zipper keeps catching on something. I think it's stuck."

Quite possibly because someone got a little handsy in the cab on the way here.

Ben smirks, though he claims your lips in one more slightly rough kiss before he answers.

"Well that is a problem," he says. His eyes roam down your face, taking in your thoroughly kissed lips, and the cleavage peeking out at him from the neckline of your dress.

"Think I can give you a hand," he says, as his actual hand slips down your leg. His fingers brush along the inside of your thigh, tingling across your skin. His half-lidded gaze once again meeting yours. "Better take you out back and fix you up."

You laugh, despite the return of your blush. You cling to his shoulders, while his fingers burn a tantalizing trail upwards.

"Oh, yeah. Save me, Soldier Boy!" you tease.

He snorts in response, but he helps guide you out of your seat.

Moments later, all your friends find at the bar are two forgotten drinks and a couple of empty stools.

AN: Ah, jealous Ben. It's fun to imagine. 😂

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[cheesencrackersinprison]

Road tripping, aka torture

Ceaser had been in many traumatizing situations in his life.

His teenage years after his father left

Seeing his father die before his eyes

The pillar men fight-

However, none had truly shattered his soul as what the poor man was currently experiencing.

Where just after getting in the car was a composed, actually excited for the trip blonde, now stood-

no, layed-

the ruins of this far ago positive man, who felt like all the energy of his soul had been cuelly snatched from him, now just a lifeless body without meaning.

First there was no orange juice in that gas station store where they'd stopped to recharge, which, slightly, crushed deeply in the darkest depths of his soul in a way he'd probably never be able to recover, but that was fine.

He'd just resigned and pretended all was well despite the internal urge to turn emo and put #deadinside in all his instagram posts.

(After all it wouldn't fit with all his shirtless pics-

if he got some edgy tattoos to look the part then perhaps-)

Suddently he got kicked out his thoughts by a random bump, cruelly yanked away from his possible emo era becoming thoughts that muffled the noise arround him and put him back in the cruel place that reality currently was for him.

Motherfucking Joseph.

Ceaser hated him so much right now

The shattered remains of this man were currently being forced to listen to Joseph's screaming or as he probably would call it singing- he couldn't stand it at this point anymore.

However- alas, this man had no real choice-

He regretted so much not responding to that message asking for a dick pic that day.

Maybe then he'd have had a moment that would not have left him so pent up to the point of thinking joseph's waist looked grababble-

Or his toned pecs that were practically anime girl boobs at this point

Or his ass

Not to mention t hose juicy lips-

Ceaser would have slapped himself remembering that but he didn't have the energy

But- that was probably the reason he said yes to Joseph that day when he asked if he was up for a road trip.

The things that man did to him. Despite being straight, of course.

Because yes, Ceaser fought tooth and nail to keep his Straight Man™ persona, despite his bisexualism wanting to come out.

Pun non intended but now is

His thoughts, now more gay than emo, like a 2020 tiktoker slowly chirning into their next human pokemon evolution stage, were again cut off by a sudden scream as apparently Joseph's favourite song came on the radio.

"I THREW A WISH IN THE WELL, DON'T ASK ME I'LL NEVER TELL-"

The only wish he wanted was for Joseph to shut the fuck up, and he'd tell him. If he had the energy.

Ceaser snickered to himself with the little energy he had at his own mental quip, his sanity slowly drooping.

How Lisa Lisa was able to stand the screaming Beyonce wannabe himbo of her son, Ceaser would never know.

Looking at her, he tried to concentrate despite the noise, trying to see for any eye twitches or signs of trying to not show pain in this torture, he made a futile attempt to understand how this woman wasn't losing her mind.

Then he noticed the earplugs.

How dare she.

Ceaser could not believe his, once creative and properly working before this, brain, hadn't thought of that, thoroughly dissapointed in himself, or what remained of him.

His only remaining braincell, bruised yet proud, like that bitch Napoleon noone likes, like those french soldiers twerking after french blood was put in the spanish royals, sadly for all us spaniards, leaving us with slumped shoulders and a burnt and stomped-on french flag in the corner, which deep down we only did for the memes despite for a handful of old guys who were genuinely resentful, slowly remembered that A Creature apart from the dude banned from two countries and his mom was in the car with them, turning his head with the little energy in his destroyed flesh and soul to look at Suzi Q for any signs of fellow mental death.

Suzi Q was sleeping.

Suzi Q was fucking sleeping.

In this hellhole of a car.

With Joseph screaming Call Me Maybe at the top of his lungs.

Ceaser found himself severely concerned by how the fuck this woman was humanly capable of actually sleeping, worrying for how the fucking HELL she learned to sleep through such hellish sounds as if it were gentle relaxing rain or those satisfying sleep asmrs that only made you more stressed and want to tear someone limb by limb or punch into the wall like toxic "men should act like men" men in their 40's when their 19 year old wife made their dinner slightly cold because they were doing their best trying to balance take care of this shithole they called a home with taking care of their 4 kids because their bitch husband didn't want to use condoms because "he couldn't feel it".

Ceaser wanted to cry at this point.

But he didn't have the energy to either, when suddently noticing the screaming had stopped, Joseph looking at him, surprising the poor victim of the torture he called singing looking at him, surprising Ceaser with the slight display of worry.

"You look terrible, you ok Ceaserino?"

The screaming.

The orange juice.

His own pride and will to live.

His emo pokemon era.

It all churned inside him as he suddently felt The Zepelli Spirit bringing his energy back at the sudden lack of background screaming, like a small fed up child wanting to ask a question in Biology when his classmates finnally stopped becoming human airhorns after seeing a picture of a penis or a boob.

Ceaser looked at him dead in the eye, slowly inching closer to him despite Suzi Q being in the middle, pulling him slightly closer by the collar of his shirt and putting his mouth against his ear, not caring for looking like a weird borderline homoerotic tension romcom.

Ceaser screamed.

Joseph screamed from the scream in his ear.

The sudden yanking and bumping into her woke up Suzi Q who screamed as well, turning the car into an inhumane screaming match of blondes and Joseph.

Lisa Lisa just kept driving.

Those tesco earplugs were damn good.

[bailesona]

META / DRABBLE ( 1/? ) + POV: you just had a shitty first date at the diner.

gonna start this off by saying that stanley and aisling would notice that shit instantly. like, from the reddest of flags to just seeing that you feel a little off about this person, or maybe they notice that you look truly elated whenever a waiter drops by to check in on them. depending on the date, it's usually either of them that goes to you, but today i wanna talk about the squad!

so stanley comes over and pretends that you're his eldest niece/nephew/nibling ('how's your mom?? oh, i'm sorry to interrupt, but golly if we never see this one again it'll just break my heart! honey, come on over, i've got so much to talk to you about...')

he gently guides u into the staff room, just pulls a blanket from one of the piles in the corner and passes it to you with an earnest nod. ('i'm gonna be right back, okay? you just sit tight sweetie. i need to unleash the hounds.') and he gives a little wink, a little hair-ruffle, and heads back outside.

you're sitting on the sofa, the blanket in your lap, and it's been about ten minutes of texting your friends and family to let them know that you're alright but holy shit if they ever set u up on a date again, and then the door opens and rani sweeps in, bc if there's anyone who's soft and harmless in the squad, it's rani.

she's already pulling the blanket around ur shoulders and telling you that it's all okay now, that danny kicked out the date, your meal is still being cooked, she'll bring it out once it's ready, and then the door opens again.

this time wyll is bending his knees to allow his horns to enter first, and he's holding a big mug of hot tea that's sweeter than a sack of sugar soaked in honey. ('it's good for the nerves. you know, i've faced my share of horrors, but by the gods, your companion was insufferable! you handled the ordeal with the grace and resilience of a dozen soldiers, know this well.')

so when the door opens again, this time it's ramsay, and he's carrying a big tray of food for you, and once he's sitting on the coffee table he just offers you a stack of tissues bc "it doesn't matter what they did, what matters is that you were supposed to have a nice time here tonight, and thanks to them, you didn't. so i got my man laszlo to fix you a little drink to try and brighten the evening."

henri starts cursing in french outside, so wyll leaves, and rani has to go calm down a customer, but then laszlo and sanji arrive, bc sanji was determined to protect ur tastebuds from whatever the hell laszlo was going to make. sanji delivers a few compliments, but laszlo is more focused on your companion, and "how upsetting would it be, dear, if something were to happen to this person?" and u can see the camera crew outside the door, but sanji manages to cut the conversation short before it evolves.

danny is also vital to stopping u from becoming an accidental accessory to murder, bc he walks in and he's assuring you that your date is gone, but then stanley and richard appear and they sit on either side of you to explain that they need to go and fetch a few of aisling's kids from some valentine's parties, so danny will take you home.

danny seems a little uncomfortable, more at the idea that he might make YOU feel uncomfortable, but then jennifer arrives to have a meeting with aisling ('seriously, i show up and suddenly she's not here anymore?') and decides to accompany you and danny to your home. which is how you end up in a fancy SUV with about three bags of food and aisling's phone number so that you can let them know you got home okay.

the next time you visit the diner, they're all so glad to see you. they're welcoming you by name, they're waving for you to take a seat at the counter so they can talk with you, rani has assigned you a specific mug that matches the colour of your shirt the previous night, laszlo has decided your lack of answer is a form of permission and thanks you for "being so amenable" and shows you the cocktail he named after you, which is surprisingly delicious. sanji has decided that he needs to be responsible for your dating life. basically, whether you wanted it or not, you got adopted by the squad.

also aisling makes sure you never have to pay for a thing at the diner ever again.