#i spoke my ben truth

[starlyx0]

so I have noticed some people think Ben is boring (trust me I’ve seen it)

so I am here to talk about everything ben and try to explain his character!

This won’t be the best character analysis

as English is not my first language and I'm trying to bring more attention to stuff that's not talked about often.

So I'm going to split this into 6 categories to try to make writing this easier for me so bare with me.

Things I’ll go over!

personality 

looks 

hobbies

past & current 

relationship with family 

relationship with friends

This is going to have a bunch of stuff that are headcanons I'm only including them to show ppl if u can put some thought into it u can get some reasonable ones.

1 | personality

I see a lot of ppl reduce his character to only music and being mute? which really upsets me because he soo so much more,

but making his entire personality music makes me so mad

most headcanons I see are all the same PLEASE I AM TIRED of hearing what kind of songs he listens to that or all ship headcanons titled as Bens 

he's a shy awkward guy we all know that cuz he really just stands in a corner awkwardly scratching his neck most times and he also doesn’t like horror or anything scary (eps 11) 

hes a protective older brother not overly like Tyler where hes more protective of Tay from other people ben is more chill going and more afraid of what life throws at Lily, there’s not much here cuz more points I have fit in the other categories :)

2 | looks 

he looks kinda of basic nobody can deny that so I won't, but because of his past I imagine he would have a bunch of scars ik he doesn’t and that’s a bummer cuz I really wish he had 🥲

After he lost his voice he became super facially expressive but also really good at hiding his emotions so it’s either really easy to read him or really hard no in between. also because of his past bullying, I assume it affected him and the way he presents himself that why he sticks to basic outfits and look,

overall trying not to bring attention to himself even after therapy he stuck to his habit but if someone gave him a little push and helped him he would drop it and start putting thought into his looks,

saw this somewhere I don’t remember where they said he would have curly hair as a kid but his mom didn’t know how to take care of it so they ended up shaving it and i think curly or wavy haired Ben would be so cute also he would look amazing with an eyebrow piercing %100 and uhh I genuinely don’t remember him smiling genuinely in canon so i imagine his with a downturned smile I may be wrong about that idk

3 | hobbies

did I make this a separate category just to talk about him being an artist? yes I absolutely did 🙂↕️

I fear most people forgot about it n honestly and that is criminal 

there is not much said about it in canon but I’ll work with what I have,

he probably didn’t have much artistic skills when he was younger and only started doing it as a distraction and a way to calm down n he probably made himself draw

I feel like red projected onto him in that ifykyk😭

but from the picture Ben draws based on things that happen so he diff draws a bunch of random things he sees and thinks its cool, he would draw everything and everyone and I feel his art style would be more realistic tbh

but Ben also plays guitar, plays piano 

, fight, used to sing, and the medic of the group like what else he do?? he is literally perfect what more can I say here but most of these are not really hobbies but skills he had to learn for the sake of his life 

4 | Past & current 

I’ll talk more here about how his past affects him currently,

I love to think he has a fear of fires because of the fire that burned down his house more of a headcanon tbh

see the pan he burned in that official art? it took him half an hour in his room to calm down his heartbeat and gathering around the campfire is the opposite of relaxing for him

probably hates turtlenecks with his being 

and I want to talk about his voice as that affects him the most what really bothers me about the fandom is that a lot of people ignore the fact that he probably will never speak. 

I see plenty of ppl benlor shippers say 

“he would sing for —-🥺“ “he would whisper to comfort—🥺“ n it makes me wonder are we even talking about the same character???? which is absolute bullshit if he did that he is the one that’s gonna need comfort like please. he would probably never speak unless he sees someone's head gets ripped off there body.

It's said flat out in episode 27

That he has the option to speak but he doesn’t why? Because he hates his voice and if he hates his voice sm he chose to not speak for yearsss what makes u think he would speak for the sake of someone else's comfort when doing that only pains him? he is selectively mute for a reason I'm not saying he doesn’t have a voice but at least if u headcanon him to speak in the future at least let it be for his own sake instead of doing it for someone else or make it about ur ship.

5 | Relationship with family 

Starting with his parents I don’t think they are bad parents at all they tried to help him as much as they could but they couldn’t so they opened up other options and let him move away and heal even if he’s not with them I think what the did is a good choice for their situation and their relationship would still be great tbh considering the distance 

now onto Lily

I honestly can talk about them for days. I love them 

Their relationship is so sweet the way Lily is stuck to him every chance she gets and ah also used to sing to her can you imagine how she felt seeing her brother coming home later and later covered in bruises not singing to her to sleep anymore watching him sneak out 

she basically watched her brother spiral down and then leave she was probably too young to really understand what was going on fully so now she just wants to spend all the time she can with him and he tries to make up for lost time :(

now Aiden 

most people probably forgot Aiden is the closest person to Ben and the same goes the other way around.

Aiden is a life long friend of Ben’s

he literally trusts him, follows him everywhere and lets him decide for him 

they spent most of their time together since Ben moved in they live together there stuck together.

Aiden probably helped him a lot mentally helping him try new things and be more carefree

Ben also probably helped him mentally and physically patching him up and looking out for him overall,

I see some Aiden fics that are like “Oh no Ben’s gonna be so upset at me 😖” and they make him act like a nurse, not a friend and he just bandages him up then leaves as if nothing happened and someone else comes and in does all the comforting 

like I can count all the fics where Ben acts like a decent person and I'd still have more fingers up than down,

it’s so upsetting how ignored their relationship is in this fandom they deserve so much more honestly.

6 | Relationship with friends 

he is definitely the therapist friend 

He is that kind of friend that you can tell everything to him going from weird food to the worst time of your life and won't even realize it 

his friendship with Ash is very chill not the closest I'd say,

they're really just trying to keep their peace lmao

his friendship with Taylor

I imagine them as gossip girls tbh Ben being a quiet kid while Taylor is popular they definitely know some good gossip 

his friendship with Tyler is something he used to find him irritating but then he realized they have a lot in common especially when Tyler was teaching him guitar which was precise since he was the one who offered 

and his friendship with Logan 

it's really sweet Logan would try to teach him gardening while they talk about their interests

and be absolute nerds together lmao

overall the friendship between all of them is really sweet ik I didn’t give it justice here but the found family trope and the way they find comfort in each other is just everything to me

And I'm done yappin hope u enjoyed that because that was over 1,5k words 

if u have any questions feel free to ask 🫡

[entitled-fangirl]

One happy marriage.

Benedict Bridgerton x wife!reader

Summary: the reader lies about something important and finally breaks down to tell her husband about it.

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"I have started our marriage with the most audacious lie, Benedict!"

He looked up from his sketchbook with a curious look, "Whatever are you talking about, my dear?"

Y/N covered her mouth with a quiet sob. The lie was eating at her every day and she knew sooner or later the truth would reveal itself. Too bad she revealed it on her own.

Benedict frowned and stood quickly. He raced towards her and sat down cautiously on the sofa next to her. One arm gently pulled her to him, "Darling? I'm sure whatever it is can be forgiven."

She shook her head quickly and spoke through hiccups, "No…. It's unspeakable. Pl… please don't leave me."

This started to worry the poor man.

His hands gently ran up and down her arms, "I promise you, my dear. Whatever has happened, we will be as we are now."

She pulls away from him and wipes her eyes. "I am so sorry, Benedict."

He felt his heart break at the sight of her tears and pleads. "You must tell me what has troubled you this badly."

She shakes her head again, "I don't know if I can."

Benedict sighs.

He was a Bridgerton. And Bridgertons are nothing if not stubborn.

He gently takes her face in his hands. "How then, darling, am I to help fix this issue if I do not know of it?"

She stared up at him. How could she deny him? He was her heart. "I… I have lied to you so dreadfully."

He nods in thought, "Alright?"

She takes a deep breath, "I am an artist."

Benedict's head tilts. "Oh."

She looks up at him to gauge his reaction. "When we were courting, you asked if I was an artist. I said no. I… I lied to you."

He nods again with his lips in a tight line, "Yes. So you did."

She felt awful.

Silence fell over the two before Benedict broke it, "And your work?"

Her head perked up. "My work?"

He gave a slight smirk, "Yes, my dear, your work."

She nodded, "The… the paintings in the parlor… I lied. I do not collect them… I ma... I made all of those."

Benedict smiled widely. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned forward and kissed the crown of her head, "I know."

She stiffened. "What?"

He leaned back and his smile only grew, "I knew, darling. I've always known. I was waiting for you to tell me."

Now it was her turn to feel a bit speechless.

Benedict continued, "I understand why you lied. Those pieces are gorgeous, and the last thing you wanted was your courter... well... your husband... to feel… lowly of his own work-"

"-but your work is lovely, Ben." She quickly interrupted.

"Ah, yes, but not like yours, my dear."

"But how did you know?"

He shrugged, "John Marques is not a real painter." He leaned close to her ear, "And yet, his name is on every plaque in the house."

She let out a laugh so happy, Benedict swore he had never heard one that matched.

She jumped into his lap and held him close.

And he was beyond happy to hold her so near.

He pulled away just to kiss her.

They could feel each other's smiles as their lips pressed together.

She broke away, just close enough to feel his breath on her lips, "And you truly aren't upset at me?"

He laughed, "How could I be? My very own wife, a most talented painter? How on earth could I ever be upset? I'm the happiest husband in the ton!"

Two artists make one happy marriage.

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[godmadeaterribleerror]

You Can Feel It - A No Love Lost Bonus Chapter

Main Masterlist - Series Masterlist

Author's Note: They are in 2026 because I am bad at math. Enjoy!

Chapter Title from You Are In Love by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 8.6k

Summary/Warnings: Ben has a birthday. Takes place on May 19th, post-series.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, tooth-rotting fluff, pre-established relationship, so much horniness, smut (breeding kink, oral, fingering, p in v)

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She was planning something. 

And She was always planning something, but this time, it was different. 

This time, Ben had asked Her not to plan anything, and She was fucking doing it anyway. 

“Ben.” She’d hummed a few months ago, straddling him in bed and holding his face between Her hands. “Your birthday is next month.”

He’d scowled. “How the fuck do you know that-“

“Because you’re my husband, and I love you very much, and,” She’d smiled at him, all Her love infinite and humming in Ben’s body. “You told me.”

“I didn’t fucking tell you so it could be celebrated, Sunshine.” He’d grunted, rubbing small circles on Her thighs, and She’d frowned at him.

“You don’t want us to celebrate your birthday?”

“No. I fucking don’t.”

“Why?” She’d leaned forward, pressing Her brow to Ben’s. “Most people never get to be a hundred and seven, and have a party where they can like, fucking walk around-“

Ben had snorted, and cut Her off with a long, deep kiss. Smartass. You like that I’m fucking old-

I know. She’d mumbled between their heads, Her fingers curling against Ben’s chest. But I think my point still stands-

I am not having a fucking birthday party.

Why? She’d pulled back, Her face wide and open and so fucking beautiful, and Ben had sighed.

Because I’m not some fucking pussy child who needs cake to know I aged a year.

What if I need cake to know you’ve aged a year? She’d raised Her brows. Can we do it then?

No.

But you did cake for Ryan’s birthday-

Ryan’s a literal fucking child. And he’d needed it. Ben had frowned at the air. Kid kept goddamn apologizing for being born. 

She’d sighed, and leaned fully forward to bury Her face in Ben’s chest. I know. And you were so good to him, Ben, but maybe I, She’d grinded down on him, and Ben had grunted as his cock twitched in his sweats. Fucking Christ, She was too perfect. It was going to goddamn kill him. Want to be good to you.

You are good to me, Sunshine. Ben had thrusted up in a pretty fucking genius move of retaliation, and She’d whined as he squeezed Her ass. You’re fucking perfect, and I goddamn love you, and that’s it. I don’t fucking need anything else-

What if I want to give you other things?

Then you can let me fuck you stupid, darling.

She’d mumbled something that sounded like fucking cunt, and Ben had laughed, leaning down to press a kiss on the top of Her head.

“Fucking brat.” He’d murmur in Her ear, and She’d let out a long breath, leaning back with a soft smile.

“I’m not going to push it,” She’d whispered. “But can you please tell me why you don’t want to celebrate your birthday? I- I know it’s painful, Ben.” Her hand had glided up to rest of his chest, and he’d tensed. “I can feel it here. Please.”

He’d taken a heavy, slow breath, and there was nothing in the fucking world he wouldn’t give Her or do in Her name. It was why after this, he had to get up and let the damn cat out, and later he’d be picking their son up from school, and then he’d make Her a good fucking dinner and fuck Her until she was a writhing, happy mess below him.

Bu that also meant he had to give Her the damn truth.

And Ben didn’t lie to his wife anyway. 

But he’d really been hoping to not talk about this one. 

“Last year.” He’d muttered, holding Her sharp, pretty gaze as he spoke, and running a hand under Her shirt—his shirt, looking fucking perfect on Her body—to hold Her by the waist. “My birthday was fucking shit. And I don’t want to celebrate it again.”

“Last-“ Her eyes had widened slightly, and Ben had felt Her still. Almost felt Her own cold, deep fear creep into his own blood, Her heartbeat picking up in his ears. “Oh.”

He’d nodded, pulling Her a little tighter into his chest. “Spent the whole fucking day missing you, and wishing you were home. Didn’t feel like there was fucking shit to celebrate without you, and I’m too damn old for birthdays. Won’t be enough candles in the fucking world.”

“I could find them.” She’d mumbled. “Or just be the candle myself. And I’m here now, Ben.”

“I know you are, Sunshine.” He’d sighed, pressing kiss to the top of Her head. “And that’s all I fucking need. No party.”

She’d hummed, and they’d stayed just like for a while longer before the day had started. Ben had even gotten to haul Her up on the dresser, and fucked Her until he was marking Her legs and abdomen with his release, and Her eyes were glazed with something other than pain. 

He’d hoped She’d forget. Or just let it the fuck go.

He should have known better.

Because Ben knew She was planning something. Whenever he asked what the fuck are you up to, Sunshine, She’d just smile at him and shrug. 

Which meant She couldn’t answer. Because whatever She said would be a goddamn lie. 

So She was fucking planning something.

Ben cornered Annie at a team meeting night—Hughie would have been easier, but the pussy had stayed home with their stupid damn baby, so Ben was stuck with Annie—and tried for just one fucking answer.

It didn’t work. 

“I’m not saying anything, Ben.” Annie didn’t even look up from her cooking, when he approached. “So don’t bother trying.”

Ben narrowed his eyes. “So there is fucking something.”

Annie just shrugged, and didn’t say another goddamn word.

Butcher wasn’t any better.

“Didn’t even know you had a birthday, Gov.” He drawled, and Ben scowled.

“I wasn’t made in a fucking lab, you asscuck-“

“Shit, that’s right, ain’t it.” Butcher grinned at him, spinning around in his chair. “Nothin’ but pure natural genetics in your pretty face, sweetheart.”

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart-“

“Shame, though. I’d shoot my shot with ya, Mate, if your lady wouldn’t fuckin’ burn my eyeballs out.” Butcher whistled, and just kept goddamn spinning. “America’s first cunt family-“

“Butcher.” Frenchie had wheeled into view from the backroom, where all the drugs Ben wasn’t allowed to touch were kept. “I will not save you if he shoots you. I will laugh.”

“Not my fault the cunt’s so bloody fun to push.” Butcher had rolled his eyes, and started wheeling to the room, taking a million goddamn years. “How’s the new gun comin’?”

Ben had fucking known wheelie chairs would be a horrible fucking idea. But nobody goddamn listened to him but Her. 

Maybe not Her.

He was going out of his fucking mind about it. She wouldn’t just ignore him like that, but She was also fucking hiding something. And She didn’t have a golden fucking record on the things She hid from Ben. The last thing She’d hidden was that she’d been taking fucking drugs that made Her think he didn’t love Her. Bad shit happened when She goddamn hid things from him.

And it was good that they were all so fucking loyal to Her. Nobody deserved it more than She did, and nobody had earned it more either. 

But nobody would fucking tell Ben shit. Kimiko just ignored him. Hughie got all fucking red-faced and ran away like a goddamn coward, and MM just muttered trust your wife, man.

Ben did fucking trust Her. 

Just not Her brilliant, stupid fucking plans. 

“Ryan.” He grunted in the kitchen, and Ryan looked up with the same open, wide-eyed look that crossed Her face so often. 

The kid had been picking up a lot of Her habits. He was even tapping his pencil on the papers as he waited for Ben to continue.

She was such a good fucking mother. And if Ben had any damn say in it, Ryan would have a sibling by the end of the year. They fucked too often for it not to happen.

Not the fucking point right now. Picturing Her with a soft smile and baby in Her arms, talking to Ryan about some smart shit while Ben took care of everything else wasn’t going to help him figure out what the fuck She was planning.

“My birthday is next weekend.” Ben watched Ryan carefully as he spoke. “You know anything about that shit?”

Ryan frowned at him. “About your birthday?”

Ben gave a short nod, and Ryan shrugged.

“I know that it’s next week. May 19th. And you’re going to be a hundred and seven, which means you were born in 1919. Huh, there’s a lot of  nineteens in your birthday-“

“Ryan.” Ben grunted, and—just fucking like Her—the kid’s mouth snapped shut. “I know when my own damn birthday is. What the fucking is happening.”

“You’re getting older?”

Christ on a fucking cross, She’d trained the kid well. “Well, what the fuck is happening on the day.”

“Um, it’s a Tuesday, so I think I have a math test-“

Ben grunted Her name, bracing his arms on the counter and leaning forward. “What the fuck is she planning?”

Ryan swallowed, his heartbeat picking up slightly. Not enough for fear. 

The exact, frantic pace of a fucking lie.

“I- I think she told me she’s got a meeting about some new lawsuits against Vought-“

“For my birthday. I know she’s up to something, Ryan. Tell me.”

Ryan blinked at him, his mouth opening slowly, and Ben fucking had it-

“Don’t answer that, Ryan.” She fucking materialized in the kitchen, and Ben scowled. 

You were supposed to be in the fucking bathroom, Sunshine-

I finished. She moved to Ryan’s side, glaring at Ben over his head. “Stop bullying my son, Benjamin.”

Ben managed to roll his eyes, although She could probably feel the warmth building in his chest from how Ryan sat a little taller at Her words.

Her son. 

God fucking dammit. 

“I’m not bullying him-“

“Yes, you were.”

Ryan looked up at Her with wide, nervous eyes. “He- he wasn’t-“

“I know, Ry.” She gave him a soft smile, and Ben couldn’t even hold his scowl. “I’m giving him shit because he’s a cunt.”

Brat.

Shut up. “You want to go get ready for bed?”

Ryan nodded, shuffling away with an almost worried look in Ben’s direction, and he gave a small nod in return. He was a grown fucking man. He’d be fine.

She was just as fucking terrifying as She was beautiful, when Her glare turned back in his direction, but Ben would be fine. 

She loved him.

She still looked fucking pissed.

“Hi, Sunshine-“

“Don’t hi, Sunshine, me, you old fuckhat.”

Shit.

“Don’t, push him like that, Ben-“

“I wasn’t fucking pushing him-“

“Yes, you were. And I- He worships the fucking ground you walk on Ben, and he would have told you-“

“Why don’t you want him to tell me?” Ben snapped, forcing his voice to stay firm, but even. He wouldn’t yell at Her. Ever. Even when She was being an infuriating, perfect pain in his ass. “No secrets, Sunshine-“

“It’s not a secret-“

“You just won’t fucking tell me-“

“Because I- I’m saving it, Ben-“

“For my birthday.” His jaw clenched, his words pushed through his teeth. “I told you I didn’t want to fucking celebrate it-“

“I- I know-“ She shook Her head, Her voice growing soft. “I do, I promise, and I’m going to listen to you. No party, no big deal, there’s just something else and I can’t tell you yet, but I want to, and I- I love you, I’m sorry.”

She’d fucking apologized. And pressed herself back against the counter.

Away from Ben. 

Fucking- That wasn’t supposed to fucking happen. Ever. Ben couldn’t even goddamn really remember why he’d been that made, he just wanted Her to come back and stop looking so fucking sad. It was making him feel heavy and a little choked, his fists clenching to grab for Her, pull Her into his chest and make Her feel better, do whatever he had to for Her to smile again, and stop moving away from him.

Ben muttered Her name, taking a careful step forward, relief crashing through his chest like a goddamn wave when She didn’t flinch away. It was just one fucking fight. Couples fought. 

And he’d fix it. For Her, he’d fucking apologize on his goddamn knees like some pussy.

Ben could fix it.

“I- I’m sorry-“

“Don’t.” He grunted, taking another step, and She leaned into him immediately. Pressing Her face into Ben’s chest and wrapping Her arms around his torso, clinging to him even though he was the fucking shitfuck asshole who made the most perfect woman in the world cry. There was a weak sound that left Her throat, ripping through Ben’s body and strangling his chest, but he kept himself upright and held Her against his body. 

He kept Her there for a few minutes until Her heart and breathing were steady, then tugged lightly on Her hair until her head tipped back, Her eyes glossy as they met his. 

Listen. He let out a slow breath, dropping his brow to Her’s. I fucking love you-

I- I know, Ben, but-

No. I love you, and I trust you, and I was wrong. Shouldn’t have pushed Ryan, when I trust you. I just- He took another heavy breath, and shook his head against Her’s. Fucking Christ, Sunshine, that was the worst goddamn month of my life. Spent the whole fucking day just missing you and thinking about how I couldn’t help you. 

You did help me-

Didn’t fucking feel like it in the moment. Ben grunted between their heads, his grip on Her tightening slightly. And I’m a hundred and fucking seven. Goddamn stupid to celebrate that. 

She hummed, offering him a small smile. I don’t think it’s stupid. 

Of course you don’t. He chuckled, moving to press a kiss to Her brow. I’m sorry, Sunshine. Fucking love you. Won’t do that to Ryan again, either-

She let out a soft giggle, shaking Her head. I think Ryan’s more worried about you.

Then I’ll fucking apologize for that. Ben frowned into the air. Kid shouldn’t have to take on our shit too.

She nodded, pressing Her head back into Ben’s chest with a soft hum. Thank you, my love.

Ben scowled. I made you fucking cry-

And you apologized. And I’m still pissed at you. She leaned back, Her eyes sharp on Ben’s, and he couldn’t stop his grin. But I feel better. And if you really want to know now-

No. Ben cut Her off between their heads with a long, deep kiss. Trust you. Fucking meant it. And that was a stupid fucking thing to fight about. 

We’ve fought about stupider. She smiled against his lips. And I won, for the record.

Ben just laughed, drawing back to grin at Her. I think I fucking won, darling. Because the best part of fighting is now that it’s done, I get to fuck you stupid.

She wrinkled Her nose at him, even as a slightly flush covered Her perfect features. We were going to fuck anyway, you horny old cunt-

Don’t fucking care. Ben hauled Her fully into his arms, kissing Her neck and marching for the stairs. Still so fucking perfect, Sunshine. Going to make you feel so fucking good, show you how fucking sorry I am until you’re cumming all over my goddamn cock-

God fucking- She moaned, dropping Her face into his neck. Ben-

I know, darling. You want to feel good? Want me to fuck you full of me, fuck you pregnant- 

Ben, please-

Never going to make you fucking cry again. His words were more for himself. 

She still needed to hear them. 

Fucking swear it, Ben grunted Her name, leaning back to meet Her gaze. You’re fucking perfect, and I trust you with my goddamn life-

I know, Benjamin, my love. She gave him a soft smile, and nothing his Ben’s body hurt at all. You think you can fuck me pregnant?

His cock twitched in his pants. She knew exactly what the fuck She was doing, looking so fucking smug and beautiful and smart in Ben’s arms. 

All goddamn his.

Such a fucking brat, he muttered between their heads, biting slightly on Her neck and smirking at Her squeak. Are you fucking doubting me, darling?

No-

Sounds like you’re fucking doubting me. Like you think I’m not going to fuck you until you can’t goddamn walk.

She whined, Her nails pressing against his neck. Ben, please-

Going to take good care of you. He muttered, leaving an open mouth kiss over Her throat. Fucking love you, Sunshine. You’re my goddamn world-

I know. She smiled against his skin, and for a second, Ben could feel it.

All Her love, burning and vast and unending, all for him, alive in his chest. 

She knew. Ben had dedicated his whole fucking life to Her and Ryan, so She knew.

And he did apologize to Ryan later. Mostly because the kid deserved it—and She’d been right, because She always was right, and Ryan had been more worried about Ben than himself—but a little to show Her. He could be a good father. He could take accountability and apologize to his kids, like a real goddamn man. Apologize and mean it. Never fucking do it again, and keep proving that he was trying. 

He was always fucking trying. 

But She still wasn’t pregnant. And She’d said She wanted this, but it wasn’t happening. And if She didn’t, Frenchie said Her body would stop it.

They didn’t lie to each other. They never fucking lied to each other, and Ben trusted Her, but fucking Christ he couldn’t stop the tension over his shoulders about it. That She didn’t want this, and She was just doing it for him. She should never have to do shit for anyone, let alone Ben. He was supposed to do shit for Her. That was the whole goddamn point, was that She fixed everything for everyone and then came back to Ben. And he’d love Her and worship her however She fucking needed. 

Ben trusted Her. He wasn’t going to push it. 

But he was still goddamn worried. 

And the week passed, and half of him forgot about the stupid birthday. He cared more about Her anyway. About climbing over Her in bed and kissing Her until she sighed his name into his mouth. And Ben had other shit to do, as well. Ryan needed help with homework, and Her goddamn cat kept sitting on Ben’s paperwork, and no matter how much he grunted that Maeve needed to fucking move, nothing worked. He picked the thing up and set it on the floor, and it just jumped into his goddamn lap.

She adored this stupid thing. Ryan did too. And Ben didn’t… hate it. Anymore.

Still occupied him, though. Having to explain to Butcher why goddamn cat hair was all over the files. And it didn’t help that he’d been feeling strange all week. Not sick—Ben didn’t fucking get sick—but strange.

So he forgot.

And then he woke up, and it was his stupid goddamn birthday.

Nothing was fucking happening. Ben had gotten confirmation She’d been planning something, but he couldn’t goddamn figure out what. The day was identical to every other fucking Tuesday. Ben rolled Her onto her stomach and fucked Her until she was cumming all over his cock and the room was dancing with warm lights and mist, then fucked Her in shower with her pretty tits in his hands and his mouth attached to Her neck. 

He made sure Ryan was good for school, drove Her to work—fingering Her in the car, the air waving from heat as She grabbed his arm and orgasmed with a moan—and went in for a few hours to pretend to work. 

There were no jobs to do, so they mostly just sat around and did jack fucking shit. Frenchie and Kimiko were watching something called a drag race that had nothing to do with cars, and Butcher was spinning in his stupid fucking chair while Ben tried to get Her attention. 

Sunshine-

I’m working, Ben.

You could be fucking talk to me instead.

Or I could finish this meeting and come home early. 

Just come home right fucking now, and we can watch that stupid fucking Zombie show-

That stupid Zombie show made you cry, Pretty Boy.

No, it fucking didn’t. Ben scowled at the air. It was just a sad fucking story, and I’m not a fucking heartless dickass-

I know. Ben could hear the smile in Her voice. I’d live with you in a bunker until we both died, Benjamin.

Good. But I’d kill all the stupid pussy zombies.

Of course you would, my love.

Shut up. Ben paused, then added. Let’s go home.

Nope. Need to work.

But it’s my fucking birthday.

I thought you didn’t want to celebrate your birthday-

I want my fucking wife, Sunshine, is that goddamn crime. You didn’t even wish me happy birthday-

Happy birthday, Benjamin, my love, you dramatic fucking cunt.

Ben didn’t bother to hide his grin. Brat.

You love it. I’ll be home in three hours.

She turned back into only a presence—happy and calm—over Ben’s head, and he could do three hours. 

Three hours had fucking nothing on him. Ben would fucking destroy three hours. 

Before he left for the day, though, he couldn’t manage to escape gifts. At least they weren’t total fucking shit. Kimiko and Frenchie got him some weed—thank fucking Christ—and Butcher got him a Hawaiian shirt because he was a fucking dickhead. 

“You’ll look better in it anyway,” She hummed when Ben showed Her, his arm thrown around Her shoulders to keep her pressed against him.

The only thing he wanted for his birthday was Her fucking there. And the moment he’d felt Her getting close—Annie dropping Her off with only a smile and nod at Ben—he’d felt an iron weight over his chest lift.

He hadn’t even registered it until She was there. And it wasn’t there most days, because She could take care of her fucking self. 

But Ben had just kept thinking about their old, empty apartment, and Her blank expression on the TV. 

He just fucking wanted Her here. In comparison, other gifts were all fucking dogshit. Ben liked them just fine—a future surprise gift from Annie, Phillies tickets from Hughie, and a card that just said fucking congrats from MM, along with more weed—but none of them were fucking Her.

Her and Ryan were really all that Ben goddamn wanted. Needed. Could ever fucking need. 

And that made this birthday, in the end, better than any of the fucking others. Ben had gotten parties before, and they’d been big fucking shitshows. Full of drinks with some of the most annoying fucking pussies on the planet, a million compliments and gifts from people he didn’t care about, and sex with faceless women.

There were no drinks tonight, but Ryan had made Ben burgers, and beamed with an unmistakable pride when Ben called them good fucking food. She’d gotten him a malt vanilla ice cream cake, and stuck seven candles in it with a teasing smile and kiss over his beard.

Ben wasn’t fucking having that. He tangled a hand in Her hair and turned to capture Her into a full, long, open-mouthed kiss, going and going until She was leaning over him and gasping softly into his mouth. 

Happy seventh birthday, Ben. She mumbled when he pulled back, and he chuckled and nipped on Her lower lip.

Smartass. 

She just hummed and wrapped Her arms around Ben’s neck as he turned back to Ryan, and asked him about school. 

There were no empty compliment or gifts, either. Ryan got Ben a shit looking mug that the kid had made in his art class, and Ben was never going to use another fucking mug again. 

“It, um,” Ryan had cleared his throat, pointing to odd painting job. “It says number one dad. I think. I tried to make it say number one dad, but painting is hard, and I-“

“Ryan.” Ben grunted, holding the kid’s nervous gaze. “It’s good. Don’t lose your damn mind.”

Ryan nodded, shifting like he wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen next, and Ben rolled his eyes and pulled him into a hug. 

“You did well, kid.” He muttered, low enough for only Ryan to hear. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Ryan whispered. “I- Thank you for- You know-“

Ben squeezed Ryan. “I do.”

She was smiling at Ben when he pulled away.

And that was the best goddamn part. 

Ben got to pull Her into another kiss, feel Her melt into his body, and know that She was here. With him. Safe and fucking happy. 

So Ben wouldn’t be having sex with any faceless women on his birthday. 

It would just be Her, for the rest of his fucking life. 

——————

It’s a miracle Ben hasn’t noticed. That he hasn’t walked you backwards against a wall or pinned you down in bed with a frown, kissing you until you were dizzy then demanding to know what was wrong.

And nothing is wrong.

It isn’t. 

Everything is good. Ben is good, Ryan is good, and you’re really good. 

There’s something eating at your gut, and you feel a little light-headed and wired, but it will be better soon. You’ll tell Ben, and the tension will leave your head and slow in your hands, and everything will be good. 

It will be.

You have a plan. 

Ryan goes to Butcher’s, after you finish dinner. Ben scowls at the sight of the man on your doorstep, but before their usual grunting, puffed chest stand-off can start, you place your hand on Ben’s arm and give him a soft smile.

Stand down, Pretty Boy. I asked him to take Ryan for the night.

He frowns at you. Why the fuck would you do that.

I don’t think you’re going to be able to keep quiet.

That’s all you have to say. 

Ben lets Butcher take Ryan—although not before giving him a tight hug and muttering that he’ll to pick him up in the morning—and Butcher doesn’t in a single have fun rimmin’ each other before the door is slammed in his face and Ben’s attention turns to you.

And you can feel his hunger all the time. You’d planned on making some sort of joke about how for a man on his age, Ben’s sex drive only seems to be building, but it’s hard to remember the details of it now. Because Ben’s on you in half a second, sweeping you up into his arms with a smirk, and you’re gone. 

It’s more consuming than a tidal wave, the sheer fucking starvation in Ben’s body. For you. It’s all aimed into your body, and it’s lined with love—it always is—but it’s still fucking hunger.

“You’ve got something for me,” he drawls, already walking you up the stairs. “Don’t you, Sunshine.”

“Maybe.” You mumble, letting your fingers glide up to play with the hair of his beard. “It is your birthday. And you did get very dramatic about your surprise.”

Ben just grunts, and the sore, prickling feeling grows hot over your skin. It’s part of why you weren’t that mad about him about the fight. You could feel how it was going to hurt him more than you, feel how it had been tight in his lungs and known that he wouldn’t do it again.

Ben, the huge, handsome dumbass, has one of the lowest emotional pain tolerances you’ve ever seen. You’ve felt how he holds you tighter during sad parts of movies, as if he’s worried the tragedy on the screen is going to jump out and take you as well.  

So there was no doubt in your mind, that Ben would shoot himself before he repeated that fight. And you had been a little dramatic about it as well, but it was Ryan. He hadn’t even really known what was going on, only that you had to tell Ben something, and it was better for everyone if he stayed at Butcher’s after Ben’s birthday dinner. And Ryan would’ve beat himself up for betraying your trust, then Ben would’ve gotten pissed at himself about making Ryan upset, so it was easier to cut out the middleman and just take the bullet yourself.

He’s more than made up for it. There were flowers on your dresser when you got home the next night, he brought you ice cream at work the day after that, and he’s been letting you chose what to watch every single evening since. 

And you hadn’t wanted to keep things from him. You fucking hated hiding anything at all from Ben. There have been so many moments over the past few weeks where you’ve wanted to grab his face between your hands and tell him, but this was a perfect gift. And he wouldn’t be pissed when he found out. Hopefully it would drown and wash away all that hot shame, and you’d really be proven right.

You just had to tell him first.

“I did get you something.” You hum, leaning back to give him a wide, unrestrained smile. “That’s the surprise.”

Ben snorts. “Fucking worked that one out, Sunshine. You going to actually damn tell me, or do I have to fuck it out of you.”

It’s hard to fight down the breathiness of your voice, and you don’t really try to anyway. 

Ben can hear your heartbeat anyway.

“I’ll tell you no matter what.” You press your face in his neck, mumbling against his skin. “But I- Fucking would be nice.”

He laughs, the sound vibrating through your whole body. “You giving me birthday sex, darling? You going to let me do whatever the fuck I want to your perfect fucking pussy? Let me play with it until you’re just whining like a goddamn brat?”

He might be trying to get you to burst into flames.

It’s going to work. 

“I always let you do what you want.” Your protest is weak, and Ben’s hunger only flares.

“Goddamn right you do.” His lips brush over the shell of your ear, and something slams behind you. “You how why, beautiful?”

You shake your head, and Ben’s chuckle is low and dark, moving right between your thighs.

“I think you do know.” He drawls, and suddenly you’re on the bed, Ben towering over you and brushing hair away from your face. 

There’s a softness to his touch that you can feel in his chest. Molten and glowing over his ribs as he watches you, gentle in a way his deep voice isn’t.

But it’s still all Ben. And his thumb brushed over your lip and presses slightly, you can’t do anything but part for him without thought.

A low, rumbling sound leaves Ben’s chest, and the hunger is turning to starvation. As if you’ve been separated for years, rather than barely at all through the whole day. But to be fair, Ben always touches you like he thinks he’s never going to see you again. And you always grind against the sheets like it’s the first time he’s ever even spared you a glance. 

And when Ben presses his thumb into your mouth, you let your tongue flick against it and suck slightly. Going and going until you’re a little dizzy with need, and all you can see if Ben looking down at you with a smirk. 

“There you go.” He mutters, pulling his thumb away with a slight pop. “Good girl. You going to use some smart words, and answer my question?”

You blink at him, still a little lost in the haze of lust. “What question?”

Ben’s grin grows, and before you know what’s happening he’s tossing you back on the mattress and prowling over you, his shirt already tossed into a corner of the room. 

It’s good you didn’t wear your fireproof clothing today.

All it takes is one firm, consuming kiss into the mattress, Ben’s hand trailing up your thighs to rest between your legs, and you’re burning.

“So fucking beautiful.” Ben mutters, watching you grind shameless down onto his palm, your mouth hanging open and hands scratching hopelessly at his chest. “Still need to fucking hear it, darling. Why do I get to play with this pussy,” he slaps your cunt once, and your back arches off the mattress with a small gasp. “As much as I want?”

You just blink at him, words a little far away as the feeling of Ben—big and warm and strong above you—makes you feel high, and he chuckles.

“You need some help, Sunshine?”

You nod a little stupidly, and Ben crashes down, all but eating you alive with his teeth scraping your lips and tongue down your throat before muttering against your mouth.

“Because I take good fucking care of you. Because you’re my wife, and I fucking love you and fuck you so good you only know one word, don’t you.” 

You moan as one finger slides into you, and Ben fucking shining with pride in his chest.

He’s earned it. 

Because when he hums, “What the word, beautiful?” You scream the only thing that’s in your head.

Ben, Ben- Fuck- Ben-

“Good girl.” He grins as his fingers pull out and you whine, only laughing when he pinches and rolls your clit and you let out a weak noise of desperation. 

Ben-

“You know what I want for my birthday,” Ben drawls your name, wrapping his arm slowly around your waist. “More than fucking anything?”

You shake your head, looking up at him with wide eyes, and his grin somehow grows.

“I want you to sit on my fucking face.”

You blink at him. “What?”

“I want,” Ben leans down, holding your gaze, and your fingers shoot up to hold his face on instinct. “For my beautiful fucking wife to sit on my goddamn face.”

“I- Ben-“ You shake your head, even as you start to roll your hips against him once more. “I could suffocate you-“

He snorts. “You can get a better excuse than that fucking bullshit, Sunshine.”

“I- I can’t. But, Ben-“

“Don’t ask if I’m sure.” He grunts, the hunger suddenly wrapped entirely with stone-like, powerful care. “Do you want to-“

“Yes.” You whisper, and the hunger rushes back with almost twice the straight. 

“Good.” He mutters, and before you down what’s happening, Ben’s rolling you over and pulling you upright on his chest, setting into the pillows with a cocky smirk. “Come here.”

“I am here.” You shift slightly, tracing your fingers over the muscles of his chest, and he gives you a slightly tug by your hips.

“I want you here.” He raised his brows, and the fire might have gone out, but there’s a dizzying rush of light already dancing around the room at the sheer desire in Ben’s body and gaze.

He’s going to eat you alive. 

And your knees already feel weak from it. You’re not sure you remember how to move.

“Ben,” you lean forward, letting your nose bump slightly with his. “Do you want your birthday present now, or-“

“This is my birthday present.”

You can’t stop your smile, because there’s almost a pout on his face, and he’s the strongest man in the world, but right now he’s all but grumbling and pout at you, and the idea that you could possibly ever be worried about sitting on his face. 

“Benjamin.”

He grunts, squeezing the skin of your hips as a hand trails up your side, and your smile widens. 

“If this is your present, I guess you don’t want the sex doll I got you.”

“I have my sex doll right fucking here,” he squeezes your waist, nipping at your lower lip. “And she’s goddamn perfect.”

“Gross and sweet. What if I tape my face to this one?” 

Ben rolls his eyes. “Shut the fuck up and come here.”

“What about the surprise? Is this replacing that- Shit-“ You squeak as he starts to drag you up his chest, until you’re almost straddling his neck.

“Hi, Sunshine.” He rubs firm circles on your thighs, and you smile down at him, your finger drifting into his hair as you hold his gaze.

“Hi, Ben. I- Um-“ You swallow, grinding slightly against him as his hunger feeds your own need. 

Handsome and strong and grinning up at you, and you do want to do this, but-

“How does this work?” You ask, and Ben face turns into something feral, his voice somehow dropping deeper.

“Have you never fucking sat on a face before, darling?” Ben’s grip tightens when you nod, and you almost fall over from the sheer power of his hunger. It’s throbbing between your legs and warm in your core, but then Ben kneads at your thighs, and little electronic shocks wrap over your skin until you’re all but putty in his hands. 

He knows it. There’s a blooming, shining pride through his whole chest, and the asshole is smug as he lets your grind down on his body, his voice a loving, teasing hum as he says your name.

“You want me to take care of you? Need me to show you how to ride my fucking face, let me fuck you like you deserve while you just sit here and look beautiful like a good girl?”

You nod, your hand trailing down your stomach to find your clit, and Ben fucking growls as he swats your fingers away.

“I do that.” He grunts, running his hands up to hold your hips, turning his head to kiss on your knee. “Hold on.”

He doesn’t give you time to react to his order before you’re being pulled forward and Ben slams you down onto his face. 

You almost scream at the first movement. His tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt as he rolls your hips against him. Big hands drag and down up your body, holding you over him, and when he angles his face to bite at your clit, your fingers fly to yank at his hair. 

Ben’s chuckle vibrates against your pussy, and the moan that escapes you is loud and shameless and almost pathetic. You can’t find it in your to care, though. Because then Ben’s tongue starts to plunge in and out of your cunt, and the high whine of Ben that leaves you is desperate and needy and only spurs him on.

You like it, darling? Ben picks up his pace, shifting you above him just enough to let his tongue flick at your clit until you’re in almost a frenzy—pulling at his hair and burning a handprint into the headboard—before returning to your pussy. Taste like fucking heaven, doing so fucking good for me, screaming my name-

You let out a high sound that was maybe supposed to be Ben, and he only laughs again.

Good girl.

You let out another loud moan, Ben somehow doubles his efforts, and you’ve been wrecked before.

But this is bigger.

This is destroyed.

Ben’s beard tickles and rubs your thighs in the best way possible, and his nose keeps bumping on your clit, and you’re lost to any world that isn’t Ben. His tongue fucking and licking and twisting deep into your cunt, one hand reaching up to palm and flick at your breasts, the other squeezing your ass, low grunts and growls rumbling through him whenever your thighs clench around him or you squirm above him.

You let out a loud, lewd moan as Ben’s tongue presses flat against your clit as broad fingers pinch and roll your nipple, and Ben laughs against your cunt.

Think you can cum on my fucking face, Sunshine? He moves back to pushing his tongue in and out of your pussy, and you lose all sense of control. Grinding down shameless and making loud, pleading sounds of his name, arching your back and bracing a hand on Ben’s thigh. 

You can feel his cock, hard and standing at attention, bumping on your forearm as the coil in your gut starts to become almost painful.

And when you grope blindly to grab it, your fingers brush the base of his shaft and Ben groans your name right into your cunt.

You want to touch him. But his grip is like iron above you, keeping you pinned against his face as he pulls you apart, and he’s stronger than you are. 

But you can feel that strength in him. Radiant and atomic and deep in his body, calling for you to borrow just a little bit. 

You try not to use the mimicry. It too powerful, feels a little like an invasion, and you don’t fight anymore, so there’s really no point. 

But when you whine Ben, he only squeezes you by your hips and sucks your clit between his lips.

He’s fucking impossible and everything in the world, and you’re going to go insane if he doesn’t let you touch him.

So you grab that little bit of his strength, let it flow so naturally into your own body, and move before Ben can figure out what’s happening. Pushing away from him with a high whine, twisting around so your clit is brushing perfectly against his beard, and leaning down to take him into your mouth.

Fucking- Christ on a cross. Ben’s grip tightens, his growl open-mouthed against you cunt, and you moan around his dick without shame. You’re fucking- so fucking perfect, Sunshine, fucking- 

You take him until he bumps against the back of your throat, your hands playing with his balls as you squeeze his inner thigh, and the hunger in Ben’s body feels feral.

He’s squeezing your ass and groaning your name as you choke and swallow around him, and every sound he pulls from your throat makes him twitch in your hands, until you’re no sure if you’re dangling over the edge, or he is. 

Fuck you’re perfect, sucking my cock like a good girl, making all those goddamn pretty sounds for me. Ben groans as another one of those sounds leaves you, his dick twitching in the back of your throat. Need you to fucking cum for me, beautiful, soak my fucking face and scream my name-

Ben’s tongue to flick over your clit, working you right up until you’re writhing above him and moaning around him, and he bites you. Right on your clit before pressing a mockingly soft kiss, and you fly over the edge. 

You might be screaming his name. You’re not sure. Ben won’t stop eating your cunt, even as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you right off his cock. You whine, squirming against him, but all it gets you is flat on your back with Ben still buried between your thighs. Your thighs are squeezing him so tight you’re a little worried you’re going to burst his skull, but all you’re getting from him is love and reverence and pleasure. Ben just keeps devouring you as smaller, softer and melting orgasms roll through your body, and you’re weakly tugging at his hair as stars begin to line your vision. 

Ben. You moan as he pushes his tongue back into your cunt, your hips jerking off the mattress. Ben, please, fuck me-

He groans, a finger sneaking up to rub over your pussy lips, teasing your entrance as he moves to lips to sucking your clit. You need me to fill you up, Sunshine? Want to squeeze this fucking cock in your perfect pussy?

You nod, a high whine leaving you as Ben hums against you.

Say please-

Please. You let out a breathless noise, dignity long gone as you writhe below him. Benjamin, please, please fuck me, I need it so bad-

Fucking Christ. He laughs, pressing a sloppy kiss over your spasming pussy, rising back up to grin down at you with an unmistakable devotion. That fucking desperate for me, Sunshine? Begging like a perfect fucking brat for me-

Yes. You force your arms up to wrap around his neck. Yours, Ben, all yours, just- please. You press a kiss to his beard as he pulls you into his lap, your body burning and boneless against him. Need you, Ben. 

His face flashes with a love that’s mirrored in his body, a hand tracing over the line of your cheekbones. You need me?

You nod, and there’s enough strength of Ben’s left in your body for you to grind against him and dig your nails into his shoulders, leaving a rare mark on his body that makes him hiss in your ear.

“Need you to do that more.” He grunts, his cock jumping against your ass. “Fucking- Wish I could mark you. Show everyone who fucks you so damn pretty and dumb,” he pulls you up slightly, groaning your name into your ear as he guides you down onto his cock. “Think everyone will know when my goddamn cum is dripping out of your perfect cunt?”

You moan and clench around him, throwing your head back in a numbing bliss, and Ben grabs the opportunity. His lips latch onto that spot on your neck, and he starts to fuck up into you with a brutal, skip slapping pace. 

And you lose track of how many orgasms you have. You just know it feels good. Like you’re being washed in a glowing light every second, Ben’s cock bumping against that already aching and needy spot inside of you and his low, growled praise in your head or ear only turning you into a whining mess against his body. But big hands are rubbing over your back and keeping you bouncing onto him, and you can’t think anything but Ben. 

You squeeze around him and scratch over his back, and Ben grunts your name between your head. Good girl, Sunshine, taking my cock so fucking well, going to- Fuck, I’m going to fuck your full of me until everyone can goddamn smell it-

You lean forward and nod against Ben’s shoulder, grinding down when he bruises impossible deep inside of you, and the last orgasm might just be Ben’s, rolling through you as he cums with a roar of your name. Slamming home and capturing your mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss, rutting against you until he’s dripping down your thighs and the high is only lingering in your bodies. 

There’s a long while before either of you bother to move. Ben keeps you firmly down on his cock with hands on your waist, muttering low praise and kissing over your collarbone as you sit in his warmth, and drift back down. But eventually, he presses a firm kiss to the top your head before rolling over and pulling out, slapping his cock against your aching pussy once, and pulling you into another deep, long kiss when a moan escapes your throat.

Stay here. His thumb traces over your cheekbone as he pulls away, and you shake your head, grabbing his wrist. “Sunshine-“

“I- I need to give you your present.” You whisper, and the love in Ben’s chest flares like a fucking bomb, even as he frowns.

“Have to clean you up-“

“Ben.” You squeeze him, tugging him pointlessly back down. The strength is gone. You just need him here. “Please.”

He sighs, but nods, and falls right back over you, pinning you between his warmth and the bed.

Your hands shoot into his hair, your face burying in the crook of his neck, and an easy, gentle calm washes over your body as your breath in pine and vanilla and Ben.

You can do this. 

“Are you ready for the surprise?”

Ben grunts, shifting you slightly so your legs tangled together and his arm can snake around your waist, and it’s helping. The feeling of him everywhere, the way he’s already holding you like you’re the most important thing into the world.

The words are almost easy to say.

“I’m pregnant.”

Ben stills completely around you. And you couldn’t feel his love all but roaring through his body, you’d be worried.

But Ben’s a part of you. And every bit of furious, wrathful care and love in him is wrapping around you, like he’s already trying to protect you more. You should maybe be worried about that. How he’s going to be hovering over you the entire time, and going to drive Butcher up the wall by refusing to go on mission because he’s not leaving his pregnant fucking wife, you pussycuck, and Hughie’s going to have to stop tossing you pens in the office, or Ben might cut off his arm. 

You should be worried.

But you’re not.

It’s Ben. And if you tell him to back the fuck up before he’s stuck sleeping on the couch, he’ll listen. He’ll know it’s an empty threat—you’d end up crawling over him on the couch or calling him back up to bed—but he’ll still listen. He’ll grumble and scowl, but listen.

And he’s already such a good fucking dad. This is just going to be a little more—diapers and crying and screaming and tantrums—but Ben doesn’t give up. And if even an eighth of the love in him right now is for the baby, they're going to be the most adored child in the world.

“How-“ Ben coughs, and when you lean back, his jaw is almost slack. “How the fuck-“

You giggle. “I think you’re how, my love. You and your breeding kink-“

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, his voice still slightly hoarse. “You’re sure. That you’ve done it.”

“Yeah, Ben.” You smile at him, your lips brushing over his. “I took the test a week after we got back from our honeymoon, and it was positive, so I was probably already several weeks along-“

He tenses around you. “That was almost goddamn month ago-“

“I know.” You sigh, propping your chin against his chest. “And I was going to tell you, but then I remembered your birthday was coming up, and I thought it would make a good gift.”

Your words trail off towards the end, Ben stares at you for a long moment, and then shakes his head. “Fucking Christ, Sunshine-“

“I’m sorry-“

“You’re fucking perfect.” Ben rolls fully back over you, his mouth slamming into yours for a bruising kiss, and there is it. 

He’s happy. There’s nothing stronger and more focused than the sheer fucking love and joy in Ben’s body. And soon you’ll have to start working things out and planning, telling people and arranging how a supe-pregnancy will work. Annie and MM already know, but only because they were there when you took the test. You’ll have to tell Ryan, and he’ll probably be expecting something in the morning. The government will be hell to deal with, and if you want to do a real wedding, you’ll either have to do it soon or after the baby arrives.

But those are problems for later. 

Right now it’s all Ben, kissing you deep and holding you against him, so full of love you’d might need to be worried it’s going to split him in half.

“I fucking love you.” He mutters, his hand already gliding to rest on your lower abdomen. “You’re- Christ on a Cross, you’re fucking-“

He seems to be short-circuiting, but it doesn’t stop him from diving back down and muttering more praise against your lips. 

Love you, Sunshine. Going to take good care of you, you perfect fucking menace. Both of you.

Love you too, You mumble between your heads, combing your fingers through his hair once more. Happy birthday, Benjamin.

End Note: Butcher's going to make Ben watch one of those sex ed birthing videos, and he's gonna be on his knees (he feels all the pain she feels. he's gonna need that weed)

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Please Please Please

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Summary: Everyone tells you to stay away from Soldier Boy, that he's bad news. But you fell for the arrogant, cocky, slightly misogynistic supe and it's time to tell the others.

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Smut.

A/N: I've been so busy. I have so much going on this upcoming weekend. But here's this fic for my one-shot tracklist that I finally finished working on. Hope you enoy!

masterlist — taglist — one-shot tracklist

You knew what they’d say.

From the second you caught yourself glancing a little too long, standing a little too close, you knew what the team would think.

“Don’t even think about it,” Butcher had grunted the first time you and Soldier Boy shared a room for more than five minutes.

"He's not a good guy, you know?" Hughie would tell you.

You told yourself they were right. You tried to believe them. You knew it was the smart thing to stay away.

But Soldier Boy had a way of making you forget what smart sounded like.

—𖤍—

The first time he smirked at you, you wanted to slap it off his face.

"Didn’t think they made ‘em like you anymore,” he said, slow and thick with suggestion, as he looked you over in the motel like he was picking out dessert. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“You don’t need it,” you said, not even glancing up from your phone.

He whistled low. “Feisty. I like it.”

“You would.”

You hated that you enjoyed the banter. You hated it even more when you started enjoying just talking to him.

—𖤍—

It wasn’t supposed to turn into this.

Late nights. Tension-filled missions. Accidental brushes of his hand against yours that lingered too long. Heated arguments that became something else entirely. One too many drinks in a motel room, and suddenly you were on your back, breathless, his body over yours, both of you glistening in sweat as you moan his name all night.

He was everything you swore you didn’t want. Loud, arrogant, a relic of a man with a god complex and a foul mouth.

But he was real with you.

And when he looked at you, it wasn’t like you were a weakness. It was like you were the only thing strong enough to keep him from becoming the monster everyone thinks he is.

And for a guy like Ben, that meant everything.

—𖤍—

You knew it couldn’t stay a secret forever.

You stood in the safehouse hallway, arms crossed, heart pounding. The team was in the other room. It's time for them to know the truth.

Ben leaned against the wall beside you, beer in hand, looking like sin and smirking like he already knew what you were thinking.

“They’re gonna flip,” you muttered.

“They don’t like me much.”

“No,” you said, turning to him. “But they like me.”

He grinned. “You want me to be good.”

“I want you to not prove them right.”

Ben went quiet for a moment, then set the beer down and stepped closer. His hands slid to your hips, his voice low. “You think I’m gonna wreck this?”

“I think you could,” you whispered. “But I don’t want you to.”

He studied you like he was memorizing your expression. “Please,” you murmured. “I've tried telling them you're not as bad as they think. Just please, don't embarrass me. Don't prove them right."

“I won’t,” he promised. “They won't be right."

—𖤍—

The fallout was just as you expected.

Butcher’s voice exploded the second you spoke.

“You’ve lost your goddamn mind!”

“He’s a war criminal!” Hughie said, horrified.

Even Frenchie looked shaken. “You are in love with that?” he asked, gesturing wildly toward Ben.

But Ben didn’t fight. He stood tall. Didn’t gloat. Didn’t snap. Just slid a glance to you, jaw clenched, hands in his pockets like he was forcing himself to be smaller for your sake.

You stepped forward, head held high. “You don’t have to like it. But you need to respect it.”

Ben looked at you then—like he was falling for you even harder for standing up for him. For both of you. Usually he's the defiant one. But for once, he didn’t say a word.

—𖤍—

Later that night, your bedroom door creaked open.

You didn’t need to ask—it was him.

He stepped in, quiet, stripped off the tension of the day as he kicked his boots aside, and looked at you like he was starved.

“I was good today,” he said, voice low.

“You were,” you replied, stepping toward him. “I’m proud of you.”

He chuckled, lips brushing against yours as he murmured, “Wanna be bad now?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

He backed you into the wall with a heat that burned.

His hands found your waist, your thighs, your neck. Hunger filled his eyes. He needed you.

“You have no idea,” he rasped against your skin, “what you do to me.”

His lips were bruising and desperate, moving from your mouth to your chest to your stomach to the inside of your thigh, and by the time he dropped to his knees, you were gasping his name like a prayer.

And when he finally had you—when he finally sank into you—all sense of control left your bodies. You just felt. The heat. The pleasure. The moment.

—𖤍—

Afterward, tangled in sheets and his arms, you whispered against his chest, you turn to him gently.

"You didn’t prove them right.”

He kissed the top of your head.

“Maybe I just needed someone who didn’t look at me like a monster.”

You smiled into his skin.

“Maybe I just needed someone worth risking it for.”

A/N: I have one more fic I'll be posting before this weekend then I'll be busy all weekend with a family thing on Saturday and I'll be at SPN NJ on Sunday 😍

tags: @animelucky @mystic-writings @magster196 @soldierboysdoll @caplanbuckybarnes @jays-bonnie-on-the-side @mostlymarvelgirl @chevroletdean @waynes-multiverse @winchesterwild78 @deanspookiebear @multiversefanfics

[ohmyitsfaith]

The sunshine and the grump / Part 2

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sudden visitors show up on a calm day and chaos ensues. Who are they and where did they come from? But most importantly why are they here? You, your husband and his family are ready to find some answers.

Warnings: fighting, Sparrow!Ben being sparrow!Ben

Word count: 3.3k

A/n: Hi everyone, I know, it's been a while. But here is something that should have been done sooner. The second part to The sunshine and the grump. Please forgive me for this, but in this part Viktor is refered to as "Vanya" and using she/her pronouns. This is solely for the reason that this story is from the reader's point of view and she doesn't know that he's Viktor. If there's an interest in a new part, then obviously I will incorporate him coming out as Viktor. Anyway, long a/n to the side, I hope you guys will enjoy it!

“Shit” broke out of the six people standing in front of you collectively.

Ben guided you behind him gently, sheltering you from the strangers.

“Ben?”

A soft sigh is all that could be heard from the guy wearing a cowboy hat. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears and you couldn’t even guess who he was and where he came from. You never saw him before and your husband wasn’t the type to make friends so easily. So why did this man know his name? Why did he look at him as if he saw a ghost?

“Is that really you?” the biggest guy walked forward, also looking distraught and his face twisted in confusion and grief.

“And who are those weirdos,” the walmart-batman guy yelled and you followed his line of sight, “on the balcony?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in slight anger, but before you could answer at all, Reginald spoke up.

“They are the Sparrows, my children.”

You felt, more than saw Ben standing up straighter and could only imagine the rest of the Hargreeves doing the same, up on the balcony.

“I’m sorry,” the small boy spoke up after the initial shock passed through his group. “What do you mean your children? That’s not possible, old man.”

“Of course it is!” Reginald exclaimed as your sibling-in-laws joined you downstairs. “I think I’d know, wouldn’t I?”

While most of the group looked at Reginald with untrusting gazes (which you could understand, he was your father-in-law and yet you didn’t trust the man fully), the cowboy hat guy was still looking at your husband with misty eyes.

“Everybody else can see Ben, right?” he asked, which made you even more confused. Why wouldn’t they be able to see your husband?

“Cute hat, Sundance” Ben said sarcastically, still keeping you behind him. You grabbed onto his arm lightly, to keep him grounded. But that’s exactly when the man noticed you and his eyes went even wider.

“Jennifer?” he asked louder, seemingly in shock and it prompted the rest of the group to look toward you, Ben’s arm curling around you protectively.

“Do not talk to my wife, asshole” he growled.

“Oh my gosh, it’s you! You- you guys are married!” cowboy hat guy gushed.

“Okay, that is it!” Ben moved to lash out against the guy, but Marcus stopped him.

“Enough” he said in his calming voice. “Who are you and why are you in our home?”

“They call themselves the Umbrella Academy,” Reginald answered instead. “A group of scheming, perfidious malcontents, who accosted me in the fall of 1963, when I was away on business in Dallas” he explained. “Be warned,“ he added, “they claim to be my spawn.”

That caught the attention of the woman with the very stylish cloak as she stepped forward.

“Claim?!” she then turned to her brother(?) in confusion. “Five, what the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know, but it’s concerning,” the little guy, Five, sighed.

“Is he telling the truth?” Marcus spoke up, looking at the so-called Umbrella Academy.

“Well, not the part about us being perfidious-” the other woman started, just to be immediately interrupted by the cowboy-hat guy.

“No, we’re amateur-fidious, at best” he said, which just confused you and, seemingly, the rest of the Sparrows as well.

“But we are his children. This is our house” the woman confirmed.

“Yeah, yeah, we, uh… We grew up here” the big guy jumped in.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, we grew up here” Alphonso mocked the guy, which made Fei and Jayme chuckle.

“I-” Sloane started. “Kinda think we would’ve noticed you.”

You could see the moment that the big guy realized who talked and just what kind of person she was. You saw his eyes light up and a dumb smile graced his features.

“Hi. I’m Luther” he stepped forward and offered his hand.

“Monkey-brain” you whispered and Ben scoffed.

“Okay” the stylish woman walked towards you. “None of you belong here.”

“What?” you asked at the same time Fei said sarcastically: “Oh, well then! I guess we’ll just pack our bags and move out.”

“Yeah and while we’re at it, how about we also give you our jobs. Clearly, you are so good at it” Christopher garbled. “Seriously, these idiots can’t even understand the fact that we are the ones living here, imagine what kind of heroes they are.”

This caused the Sparrows to laugh and even you let out a chuckle. He had a point.

“You slay me, Chris,” Ben shook his head.

The next moment Grace arrived with a plate filled with cookies. At her legs was your chonky cat C/n. He meowed lowly and hissed at the new people before darting across the space, toward Ben and you.

“I wasn’t expecting company,” Grace sighed as you leaned down to pick up C/n. “This is the best I could do on short-” she glitched and repeated the word again, “short… short notice.”

You winced as you stood up with C/n in your arms.

“It’s okay, darling boy” you whispered and started stroking his back. “They won’t hurt you. Daddy won’t let them.”

“Mom…” you heard wallmart-batman’s wistful voice, which immediately weirded you out.

And not just you, because Jayme spoke up as well.

“Mom? She’s a robot you perv” she scoffed.

“She’s not a robot!” wallmart-batman turned toward her defensively.

“Hey, don’t you call him that!” the big guy, Luther, snapped at Jayme.

“Or what?” Ben asked in defense of Jayme.

“Come closer and find out!” Luther stepped toward Ben as he started approaching the big guy as well.

“Luther! Guys, chill!” the smaller woman tried to stop Luther, while you reached out to stop Ben.

“Think I’m afraid?” Ben asked and you could feel his hostility roll off of him.

“Ben! Please” you asked him timidly, but your voice didn’t even reach him.

“Ben, stand down!” Marcus commanded, but Luther was speaking over him already and chaos started to form.

“Look at that, she’s got a voice!” he pointed at you.

“How about I hide that big Rubik’s Cube up your ass?” wallmart-batman asked, annoyed with Marcus.

“Enough!” Marcus finally shouted. “I don’t know what circus you escaped from,” Marcus started and you could see wallmart-batman touch his cheek, where something black just disappeared, “or how you got past our security, but we’re done here. You got 30 seconds to get out of our house” he said in a no-nonsense voice.

“And if we don’t?” the stylish woman asked just as you realized what was happening with wallmart-batman. You looked back at Jayme, who just shrugged.

“Then we’ll have to settle this the old-fashioned way” Marcus stepped forward, ever the leader.

You zeroed in on wallmart-batman, who looked totally out of it, sweat on his forehead and tears in his eyes.

“What did he hallucinate?” you whispered to Jayme.

“I’ll tell you later” she smirked.

“Look, we just fought a literal army. Okay?” the short woman tried to diffuse the situation. “This doesn’t need to get ugly. Let’s all just calm down and let’s talk.”

And honestly, you were on her side. You didn’t want to risk the house or your sibling-in-laws or C/n for that matter. This could definitely be…

“Psst. Ben-er-ino” cowboy hat guy sing-songed as he looked at your husband. You could see his shoulders tense even more and an exasperated sigh left him. “You look so much better alive than you do dead.”

Oh no…

“Am I right?” cowboy hat guy asked from the Umbrellas and the only thing you could do is wince. From this point onward you wished that he shut up because even you wouldn’t be able to stop your husband if he was angered by the guy. “Except the haircut” he waved his hands.

“Oh no” you winced as Alphonso reached out and pushed you even further from the Umbrellas to keep you safe. He knew just as well as any of the Sparrows: this is where it gets ugly.

“What the hell did you just say?” Ben stepped forward.

“Come on, come on!” cowboy hat guy walked toward Ben. “Stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants” he stopped in front of your husband and leaned forward. “Oh, nice scar! Muy macho.”

“Oof” you commented and you could hear Jayme scoff as well.

“Shut. Your. Mouth!” Ben snarled and you knew, only a string held his anger.

“You shut your mouth and hug your brother!” cowboy hat guy exclaimed and opened his arms for a hug. And that’s exactly when Ben struck.

It was truly a beautiful hook that Ben delivered, you had to admit. But you wished that cowboy hat would’ve just stopped before it got ugly. You watched as he fell across the coffee table and it caused Luther to snap at Ben.

“Hey! What the hell?” he snapped. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I did!” Ben snapped back.

“That’s right, he did!” Alphonso backed him up.

“Hey, get back! Back off!” Marcus shouted as Luther stepped closer.

“Luther!” you heard the short woman yell out as Jayme grabbed your arm and pulled you behind the counter, just as Marcus pushed Luther.

And all hell broke loose. Marcus and Luther started fighting and the Sparrows and Umbrellas paired up as well.

“Jayme, get Y/n out of here!” Ben yelled as the small Umbrella teleported toward him and started fighting with him.

You could hear yelling from both the Sparrows and the Umbrellas as they fought and you could only try to stay calm as Jayme pulled you toward the exit. But you didn’t get far as the stylish woman intercepted you and Jayme, along with the short woman. You ducked just in time as one of Fei’s ravens dived in to try and attack the stylish woman, who immediately took up the fight.

“Sloane!” Jayme yelled out and pushed you toward the woman. “Take care of her! I have a shorter problem.”

This, C/n didn’t like and he jumped out of your hands, scratching them in the process.

“Ouch!” you hissed, holding it.

“C’mon Y/n, let’s get you out of here!”

“Alright” you nodded, frantic now that the chaos started to get to you.

You could hear Jayme knock the short woman down as Sloane tried to lead you toward the stairs. But that’s exactly where Fei and the stylish lady were fighting.

“Uh… okay, plan B” Sloane stepped back and looked up at the balcony.

“Oh, please, no” you tried to plead with her. “You know I don’t…”

“Just get to your room, we’ll get you, when we’re done here” she promised and you felt her powers wrap you up and lift you toward the balcony.

You landed behind the railing and stood up. That’s when you heard the short woman say: “My turn.”

You could see her turning… white? And you knew you had to flee. Before much else could happen though, Sloane used her powers on her as well, though less gentler than she did on you.

“Shit!” you yelled out as the short woman slammed into the pictures behind you as you ducked, afraid.

But just as you stumbled through the short hallway to be able to turn right, a knife whizzed by you and you soon heard Chris’s garbled yelling.

“Y/n, be careful!”

You looked back and saw him getting chased by wallmart-batman. You quickly fell to the left, where you could turn down the corner. Just in time, because in the next moment, Chris also turned that way, knives shooting toward him. You held your head for a second, trying to gather all your courage to move. You’ve never been this close to a fight, Ben always made sure that you were in a safe distance.

“Okay, Y/n, you have to move” you told yourself, gripping your hair. You screwed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. Then you stood up and sneaked toward the walkway.

But just as you reached the main staircase that led down, you bumped into the boy. Quite literally.

“Oh, you…” he narrowed his eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me” you put your arms up, in front of your face.

“You’re harmless?” the boy arched an eyebrow, suspicious of your surrender.

“I swear! I’m just Ben’s wife, a normal human!” you pleaded.

The next moment he flashed away. You flinched, but the punch never came. Instead you heard the swooshing sound three more times and he was back at the portraits. You peered over the railing to see Jayme approach him and the stylish lady. Before you could be spotted by stylish lady, you ducked back down and continued sneaking away from the scene.

“Hey!” you were almost at the end of the hall, when you heard her yell. You tried moving forward, but she was faster. She grabbed the back of your shirt, lifting you up.

“Please, please, please, don’t hurt me” you whimpered. “I’m no one, I’m just a simple girl!”

“Yeah I don’t believe that, Jennifer!” she accused you.

“That’s the second time you called me that, but I don’t…” you breathed as you felt her grip tighten on you. “I swear I don’t know who she is! I’m just Y/n!”

“Well…”

But stylish lady couldn’t say much more as Fei appeared on the stairs.

“Y/n!” she yelled for you. “Leave her alone, you bitch!”

“That’s not a nice thing to say!” stylish lady let go of you. “I heard a rumor you couldn’t move” she whispered over you and instantly, you froze.

You couldn’t move, only watch as Fei approached her and her ravens started multiplying. Stylish lady saw this and her eyes widened.

“Actually, on second thought, screw this” she said, turning around and making a run for it.

You were left there by her, still unable to move.

“Y/n, I’ll deal with her and take care of you” Fei leaned down to you as she reached you. “I promise I’ll avenge this.”

You could only look forward as Fei left you once again. You could hear the commotion behind you as Fei’s ravens started destroying a door somewhere close to you. Not much later you actually heard the familiar swooshing sound of the boy teleporting and his frantic muttering.

Suddenly whatever spell was placed on you was broken and you fell forward.

“Oh God” you sighed out, grabbing at your elbow which you hit as you fell. You also saw the dried blood on the back of your hand where C/n scratched you. Poor kitten was probably scared out of his mind.

“Vanya, get out of there!” you suddenly heard the boy shout and you slowly stood up to peer over the railing, into the living room.

There lay the short woman on the broken table and the Sparrows slowly surrounded him. You saw her breathing hard and groaning, trying to get back up. Suddenly she started glowing white. You couldn’t make sense of it, but knew it couldn’t be any good.

“Ben, be careful!” you shouted just before she… exploded? Her energy exploded, which threw you back to the railing behind you.

It was over before you knew it and could hear the others groaning and getting up from the debris.

“Oh god…” you heard Chris garble. “What the hell was that?”

Marcus appeared in your vision and offered a hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently.

“Never better” you groaned, accepting his hand. He pulled you up and led you to the balcony, where he looked down at the destruction.

“It’s over” he started. “Go. Don’t come back.”

You could only focus on Ben, who stood in front of the fireplace, clutching his side. Marcus sighed next to you as him and the rest of the Sparrows watched the woman, Vanya, exit.

“Y/n” Marcus turned to you. “C’mon, I’ll take you to Grace, she’ll fix you up.”

You nodded silently, sparing another look at your husband and his family standing in the debris.

You sighed as you exited the bathroom. It’s been about an hour since you got stitched by Grace (when you hit the railing it split the skin on your head open) and then you went to take a shower to freshen up. Meanwhile though, your husband was nowhere to be found around you.

You could only guess that they got a dressing down from Marcus, blaming them for the destruction. So you headed to the only place where you knew they could be: the training room.

“Y/n!” you heard Grace’s voice call out as you headed toward the room. “Do you need a smoothie too?”

“No thanks, Grace” you smiled at the robot. “I’m fine. Is that for the guys?”

“Of course, they need their greens for their training” she said as she caught up with you.

You nodded silently and opened the door in front of you.

“The skinny one is their weak link” you heard Fei say as you entered.

“Unless hiding behind couches shouting, ‘Where’s my daddy?’ is his superpower” Ben replied sarcastically.

Grace put the tray down on the table and you leaned against the wall to watch your husband stop the treadmill and slow to a walk before getting off of it.

“Enough post-gaming. They hurt Y/n and disrespected us!” he said as he walked toward you. “We need to be out there finding these freaks and taking ‘em out!”

He reached you and put an arm around you, kissing your forehead gently, which contrasted so much from his harsh words.

“Oh, you mean like this?” Marcus asked and switched whatever video was playing to the surveillance footage of the last moment of the fight. The others sighed and stopped their treadmills as well. Marcus walked in front of them and shook his head. “Can someone explain to me how you got your asses handed to you in 30 seconds?”

You sighed, massaging Ben’s back as he stiffened at Marcus’s admonishments.

“Do you have any idea what would happen to our reputation if anyone had seen that?!” he yelled at the end, pointing to the TV screen. “I mean we hadn’t faced any decent enemies for years. This could be good for us. Good for business. But only if we’re smart with our next moves.”

“Is that all you care about?” you spoke up suddenly, annoyed to see that the version of him that only cared about missions and being famous came out.

“I’m sorry?” he turned toward you.

“Did you even try to think about what these people could be here for? That what they were saying is true?”

“Y/n…” Ben shushed you. “Don’t make things worse, darling.”

“I’m not trying to. But did you even notice their faces? When they were talking, when they looked at you?” you looked at him. “The way they fought? I mean tell me if their style doesn’t seem familiar…”

“Y/n, this discussion is not for you. Our next move is not for you to decide” Marcus spoke up sternly. “You are not a Sparrow. You are not part of the team.”

“Fine” you gritted your teeth, then pulled out of Ben’s arms and turned around, just as Reginald came in.

“Nice one dipshit” Ben snarled at Marcus.

“You summoned, Number One?” Reginald asked Marcus.

Marcus regarded Ben and you for a second, before looking at Reginald.

“Sit” he said and you walked out.

You leaned against the wall as the door closed behind you and took a deep breath. You thought about all that the Umbrellas said before the fight ensued. And one thing stuck out.

It looked like they recognised you. But not all of them. And they called you… someone. Some other name… what was it?

Oh yeah, Jennifer. But who was this Jennifer?

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[nubiawrites]

chapter 3

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. Kissing. Thigh riding. Dry humping. 18+

Summary: Upon finding that the development process of her script moving along, Iriye gets more than one greenlight when Aaron and her go over the script.

Notes: Remember how I said this was a slowburn? It still is but you get a little treat for being patient. If you want to be tagged to be notified, like, reblog or reply to this. Let me know what you think!

MASTERLIST

It had been a trying three weeks, waiting to hear what the studio would say about the latest draft. But Iriye was more worried about what the woman in front of her thought than a bunch of studio execs.

Iriye paced a little as she watched Tamara read the last few pages of the latest draft of the script. For as long as the two had known each other, her friend still reading anything of hers filled her with nerves, excitement, and wonder. Not out of fear but knowing that whatever she wrote was safe with her friend. 

“How do you do it?” Tamara asks, putting the pages down. Iriye smiled at her, shaking her head.

“You’re flattering me too much,” Iriye took a sip of her water, her friend moving to sit up.

“It’s never too much flattering when it comes to you. As someone who remembers the short film scripts you were begging your professor to accept when you had the chance to write anything, I have always known how talented you were and how you would keep growing in that,” Tamara spoke into Iriye. “You are magic. You’re that girl,”

Iriye giggled. “Okay, I believe you. But tell me again, one time for the one time,” She joked. Tamara shook her head. 

“You’re an alien superstar. Especially after all those notes those white people gave,” Tamara shook her head. “That’s two hours of my life I will never get back. Two hours I could have spent looking at self-tapes for actresses,”

“With great power comes great responsibility. RIP Uncle Ben,” Iriye chuckled.

Tamara chuckled just as Nelly came into the office, practically bubbling with excitement.

“We got it!” Nelly practically screamed. “Did you check your email?”

Iriye pulled up her phone and braced herself as she clicked, seeing an email from Davis.

“The execs are very impressed with this draft. We’re sending it over to talent,” Iriye read aloud, the biggest smile taking over her face.

“We going to Hollywood, y’all!” Nelly yelled out. “Let me get the bottle of champagne we’ve been saving,”

“Not so fast! We’re not greenlit yet,” Tamara pointed out before Nelly could run to their mini fridge.

“And you’re not allowed to pop any more bottles within a twelve-foot radius of us. I’m almost lost an eye,” Iriye reminded. “But did you lose one?” Nelly said. “If I can’t do that, what can I do?” 

“You want to send over the script through the studio system to Aaron,” Iriye asked. “I know you love any interaction you can have with him,” She teased.

“You say that like I’m not passing notes between you and him,” Nelly admitted.

“Passing notes?” Tamara chuckled. “I need to hear more,”

Iriye rolled her eyes before settling back on the sofa in Tamara’s office.

“You want the truth or what I'm reading between the lines,” Nelly sat beside Iriye, sending her a playful side-eye.

“Anything you have to say for yourself, Iriye?” Tamara asked. Nelly pretended to hold a mic toward Iriye before the latter swatted it out of her face.

“It’s nothing! He asked for my number when we had lunch,” Iriye mumbled.

“You guys had lunch together? Where the hell was I?” Tamara asked. 

“Having lunch with some film bro,” Nelly shot out. “What? I manage your calendar,”

“It was just the both of us discussing film stuff. He wants to work with us,” Iriye shrugged. “It was friendly but professional. Trust me,”

“Then why did he say in his email to call any time?” Nelly mentioned. “I think you two forgot I was cc’ed on that email,” 

Iriye shook her head. “I’ll go send that script,” she said, trying to leave, but Nelly pulled her back down to sit.

“Aaron is fine. You can admit that right,” Nelly asked.

“She can. She's just trying to be professional,” Tamara chuckled.

“Aaron is handsome. There, I said it,” Iriye huffed, seeing the twinkle in the two other women’s eyes. “And he smells good, too,” She said before she rushed out of the office. Hopefully, that would tire them over, even if she heard Nelly’s calling out the word bitch.

After calling it a short day at the office, Iriye had gone home and spent the rest of her afternoon vibing to music as she looked over other scripts she had put on hold when tackling the feature Lanoire Productions wanted to take on first with their deal. Paradise Lost. A black rom-com with influences of the nineties and two thousand films that bonded Tamra and herself into a sisterhood. It wasn’t a dream deferred any longer. 

Just as Iriye was laughing at a line she wrote in a pilot, her phone began ringing. She looked over to see an unknown number appeared on her screen. Lowering her music, she hit the talk button, preparing to tell them they had the wrong number.

“Hello?” Iriye asked, holding the phone to her ear.

“I’m guessing you didn’t save my number,” Aaron spoke through the phone, his voice running over Iriye like scotch.

“I swore I did,” Iriye lied. She had been distracted, her brain trying to come up with excuses. “Are you calling to give me shit about it?” A deep chuckle rolled through Aaron’s chest, sitting in the seat in his trailer. “I come in peace as I always have. I got the script, and I wanted to see if I could come over to the production office to talk to you about it,”

“Too bad I’m not in the office,” Iriye admitted. “I gave myself the rest of the day off,”

“Good for you,” Aaron stated. “Since I got the script, the execs are ready to go. You should be proud,”

“I am. Thank you,” She said. “But I can’t celebrate until they give us the green light, which means attaching some talent. And from what I’ve heard, you got some competition,”

“Competition? If you don’t want me, say that,” Aaron stated.

“Boy, stop,” Iriye let out. His chuckle rang through the phone. “Shouldn’t you be shooting something right now,”

“Lucky for you, I wrapped for the day,” Aaron said. “I’m about to pack up and head out,”

“Lucky for me?” Iriye rolled her eyes at this man. “How so?”

“Well, I wanted to talk more about the script. I read it during lunch, and I wanted to discuss it some more,” 

Iriye sat up, moving her laptop off of her lap. “You read it during lunch? You must have had a long lunch,”

“I’m a quick reader when something captivates me,” Aaron admitted. “I want to discuss this more because I have so many questions. Maybe I can pick your brain over dinner if you’re up for it,” He asked as he smoothed out his pants leg and waited for her to say something.

“I hate to admit it, but I’m already lounging around. I don’t think I can get myself together to go out,” 

“Then I’ll come to you,” Iriye chuckled at Aaron’s words. “Send your address. I’ll pick something up and bring it over,”

“Aaron,” Iriye breathed, looking at her place. 

“Have you eaten?”

“No,” Iriye admitted.

“Send me your address. And if you have any allergies,”

“I don’t,” Iriye bit her lip. “Check your phone. And honestly, please do not bring anything healthy. I earned it today,”

“Got it, Miss Edwards,” Aaron spoke, his deep voice making Iriye’s stomach nervous. She said goodbye and hung up, her head falling to the back of the couch. 

“What the hell,” Iriye spoke aloud. She moved to get up, figuring he would be here within the hour. Iriye wasn’t playing when she said she had been lounging around, wearing booty shorts, no bra, and a baggy shirt. 

Iriye went to her room and stripped her clothes to change into high-waisted jeans and a concert t-shirt, tucking it into her jeans to make A Victoria Monet concert t-shirt look more hip.

She went to her bathroom, pulling her goddess locs out of her ponytail. She shook her locs out and grabbed her makeup bag, looking in the mirror.  If her mother could see her now, trying to make herself up for some man she hardly knew… she would at least be proud.

Iriye put on some mascara, forgoing foundation because she wasn’t about to do all that for an hour with Aaron. They were going to eat—that was all—eat and talk. She found a lip gloss that was not too much and swiped it on her lips.

She looked at her reflection; her brown skin still looked good from the skincare routine she did earlier after she watched her face. She looked at her foundation; Fenty-four twenty would have to wait.

Iriye quickly swept her place to make sure it looked good, stacking books she had strewn around and fluffing the throw pillows. As she moved to put her shoes on the shoe rack, she nearly tripped over them.

After more nervous tidying up, she went to the little bar cart in her kitchen and decided she needed a shot of something strong to quell the nerves. She grabbed a glass and poured a shot. 

It was a matter of time before there was a knock at her door, and she headed to the door, shaking the nerves out, and opened it. 

“Hey,” Iriye breathed, seeing Aaron standing in her doorway, hoodie and glasses on. He had to lean down some to come into her doorway. 

“Hey,” Aaron put his backpack down, and Iriye took the two takeout bags from him. “I got Chinese. It felt like a safe bet,”

“You made a good choice, Mister Pierre. You might earn that conversation about Paradise Lost after all,”

Iriye placed the bags on her coffee table, trying not to watch as he turned to take his shoes off, his ass hugged nicely by his khaki pants.

I am no better than a man. Iriye headed to the kitchen to grab some forks and plates. When she returned, she saw Aaron pulling out all the take-out containers, so she moved to sit by him.

“Is this all for me?” Iriye joked.

“For us. I didn’t know what you wanted or liked,” Aaron stated. A genuine smile came over her face as she looked at him.

Once they finished their feast, Aaron pulled the script and a journal out as Iriye moved the take-out containers out of the way. 

“I hope you know you’re not getting any of that kung pao chicken leftovers to take home,” She muttered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” He stated, and Iriye had to ignore the nerves he was causing. Aaron opened his journal as Iriye returned and peeked to see what he had written.

“That’s a lot of notes,” Iriye chuckled. He let her see more of it, and she caught a whiff of cologne again, clearing her throat. He looked over at her, his greyish-green eyes bright and beautiful. “Okay, hit me with it,”

“Isaiah is probably the most raw character I have ever read in a script before,” Aaron started. “His passion. His being. Everything about him… I was hooked within the first few pages. But by the end of Act One, I was rooting for him,”

As he spoke, Iriye was caught in his words about how he could grasp the character entirely. It was hard enough to focus on his actual words when she noticed how sharp his jaw was or the veins on his hands. 

“But this character… he’s so lived in. So real. You really outdid yourself, Iriye,” Aaron praised.

“Thank you,” Iriye felt the wall she was desperately trying to keep up with him coming down a little. But she needed to put some space between them. “You want a drink?” Aaron relaxed back on the couch as she moved away from him.

“Yes, I’ll take whatever you’re drinking,” Aaron said.

Iriye headed to her bar cart and began making them a whiskey sour, feeling like she could kill even more nerves with liquid courage, especially if he were going to seduce her with how insightful he was in talking about Eric and the story of Paradise Lost.

Iriye brought back their drinks, and Aaron thanked her as he took his drink.

“Cheers to you and this getting greenlit,” Aaron held his glass up to hers. She tapped her glass to his and took a sip; the liquor burned, making it slip easily down her throat. 

“Like I told Nelly, we’re not greenlit until talent gets attached, and the execs are cool with it,” Iriye explained. 

“You’ve been saying that for weeks. It’s going to happen, Iriye. I always keep my word,”

Iriye just shook her head at Aaron’s words, watching him take another sip and lick the liquor off his lower lip.

“Can I admit something?” Iriye asked. He nodded. “I went down a rabbit hole of your previous roles,”

“Oh. I wasn’t expecting that,”

“Neither was I, but if anything, Nelly is to blame,” Iriye pointed out. Aaron chuckled. “She sent me a clip from Foe, and I have Prime, so I decided to watch it,” He nodded along, listening to her. “That’s the only one I watched. I didn’t want to get you even more stuck in my head,”

“Can I admit something?” Aaron responded. “Nelly sent me the short films you and Tamara have made. I wanted to know more. So she sent me a few,”

“Of course she did,”

“Nelly is always at the scene of the crime,” Aaron chuckled, Iriye joining in. “But I can tell why she is so passionate for Lanoire. For Tamara. For you. You’re an artist. You care about your work. It’s breathtaking to me. You’re breathtaking to me,”

“Breathtaking on paper. We gotta see it on film now,”

“You will. I already told my team I want to sign on for Paradise Lost,” Aaron stated. 

“Stop playing,” Iriye shook her head, taking another sip of her drink.

“I’m serious, Iriye,” He replied.

Iriye blinked twice at Aaron, looking at her with a slight smirk on his face. His smile grew as Iriye realized he wasn’t joking. She downed the rest of her drink and stood up, needing to pace and calm down.

“You good?” Aaron watched in concern.

Iriye just continued pacing as she heard his words. 

“No, not really,” Iriye stated. Aaron got up and moved to her, stopping her so she could face him. He saw her deep brown eyes, a sense of fear running through them as he moved to cup her cheek, her so aware of his rough hands on her cheeks. “What are you getting out of this?”

“A chance to bring something beautiful you created to life. The script is something I’ve never gotten to do before. To be a part of that would be an honor,” Aaron said, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly, and she felt herself calming down.

“You’re nothing like I expected,” Iriye closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and smelling his cologne invading her senses.

“Good,” Aaron tilted her head. Iriye opened her eyes, seeing him staring her down intensely. She was so drawn to him as he surrounded her senses.

Iriye saw the thought flicker across Aaron’s eyes as he looked down at her lips and felt him lean close to her. His head touched hers, her hands traveling up his arms to grasp him.

“Aaron,” Iriye breathed and he pulled her close. “We shouldn’t,”

“We shouldn’t what?” Aaron repeated, tempting her to say it. 

“This… We can’t do this,” Iriye trailed her hands to his on her cheeks. She was trying to find the urge to pull away, but it went all out of the window as he was warm and present with her.

“What’s stopping you?” Aaron brushed his nose against hers softly. “Give me three good reasons,”

“One, you’re tipsy,” Iriye pointed out.

“I only took one sip,” Aaron said, one of his thumbs slowly reaching her chin.

“Two, we don’t know each other well,” Iriye stated, not even caring if his thumb traced over her bottom lip.

“I want to get to know you. I’ve been showing it for the past couple of weeks,” Aaron reminded her. With every email and chance, he had to chat with her. 

Iriye had to keep a clear mind, but it was hard when he was so close to her. Her hands trailed down to his side, resting there to try and focus herself.

“Three, we’re going to be working together now. So, it would be completely unprofessional. A total conflict of interest,” Iriye was trying to stay firm in her decision, but it was going out the window as he pulled her closer. Her body was pressing against all the sinewy muscles that made Aaron.

“It would be wrong,” Aaron nodded. “Does this feel wrong?” He pulled back, his hands moving from her face to her waist, where they stayed politely, brushing against the little sliver of skin between her shirt and jeans.

Iriye was ready to say fuck it so badly. He hadn’t kissed her, frustrating her as much as it turned her on.

“No,” Iriye admitted.

“As much as I want you to kiss me first,” Aaron’s hands went to squeeze the softness of her sides. “I don’t want to compromise your resolve. So if this helps,” He leaned down, and those full bow-shaped lips pressed softly against hers.

Iriye was shocked. How could he be so tender, his lips pressing softly against hers? He was waiting for a reaction because he got one from her. She kissed him back.

The softness that was shared between them was beginning to become intoxicating. Aaron trailed his hands up her arms and placed them around his neck. The movement had her breast pressing against his hard chest, and though she wasn’t trying to make it sexual, a sensual whimper escaped her.

To her surprise, Aaron pulled away first. He took a deep breath as Iriye realized she was in a daze, her arms around his neck. She was about to unwrap herself from him when he stopped her.

“No,” Aaron breathed, the command light on his tongue. He pulled them back to the couch, moving to sit. He pulled his hands off of her body to take his glasses off, setting them on the coffee table. But Aaron again placed his hands on her hips, looking up at her. The hues of his eyes darkened with lust, and she liked it. Liked him having to look up at her from her seated position.

“What do you want right now, Iriye?” He asked her. Talking was too much for Iriye. She needed to show. She let her legs slip between his as he sat on the couch, straddling his thigh some before leaning down. She used one hand to hold onto the back of the couch while the other hand trailed over the nape of Aaron’s neck. She softly dragged her nails and heard a groan vibrate through his chest. “I’m going at your pace,”

“I want… if I do what I want right now, we’re going down a road we can’t come back from,” Iriye whispered. “But I want to. I really want-” Before she could even say another word, Aaron took control and pulled her down till her jean-covered core hit his thigh. “Aaron,” She gasped.

“We’re already here. Trust me, I don’t think I wanna go back now,” Aaron stated. Iriye raised an eyebrow at him. “Take what you want from me,”

Iriye swallowed as she settled onto his thigh. His thigh was muscular and pressing against the seam just right. She gave an experimental rock of her hips, a breathy gasp coming out as Aaron held her hips still in his hands. She felt a bit uncoordinated as she still had one leg pressing between his crotch while the other was on the couch. She paused for a moment, pulling back before she properly straddled him.

“Is this okay?” Iriye let her weight rest on Aaron, and he let out a groan as her center met his. God, it shook her to the core.

“Yeah, much better,” His British accent became more assertive in his voice with those words. Iriye watched him as she rolled her hips forward, seeing the breathy groan he let out. She discovered he was vocal quickly as she began a pace, moving her hips deliberately to see what sounds he made.

When Iriye knew she was doing something right as she ground on Aaron, his hands would flex or grasp her hips.

“Stay right there,” Aaron begged. Her face was pressed against his temple as she ground, the pressure delicious as it caught her clit, and she felt her core growing wet.

“Yes,” Iriye whimpered. His right hand trailed up to cup her ass cheek, and she looked at him shocked. He pushed his hips up against her as he pulled her down onto his throbbing bulge through his khakis.

Iriye had to suppress the cry that left her lips by kissing him, and the two of them began to move their hips in sync, their kisses matching just as close. Her hands moved to cup his neck and cheeks as she worked with him to dry hump him. But there was nothing remotely dry on her side.

Aaron licked the seam of her lips, and Iriye gave him entrance, his tongue licking the roof of her mouth. 

“Shit,” Iriye moaned into his mouth. That movement alone made her wonder what it would feel like to have him doing that to her lower set of lips. He pulled away with a grin.

“It feels good, doesn’t it,” Aaron trailed his lips down her chin and neck. She nodded, letting her nails dig slightly into the nape of his neck. She felt him retaliate with a nip to her neck and her breast pressed into his chest, nipples starting to strain her bra. “God, this isn’t even enough,”

“I know,” Iriye moaned, riding Aaron a little faster as she wanted to chase the feeling deep inside her. One that would quell her momentarily with a release. Aaron kept up with her pace, cupping her ass cheek harder as he moved her more.

“You’re right there, aren’t you?”Aaron grunted against her neck. Iriye nodded. “Take it. I know you want to. Use me,” He leaned back, studying her face. He wanted to take in every sign of her impending pleasure. Seeing he was serious, Iriye rolled her hips even faster. 

Aaron’s moans and groans just served to turn Iriye on even more, especially feeling his bulge against her core. She rode him harder, her clit catching on the inseam of her jeans, and she pressed her head into his neck as she felt the telltale signs. She was close and about to cum in her jeans from dry humping. As immature as it probably was, this was the hottest thing to happen with the opposite sex and her in a while.

“Just like that, Iriye,” Aaron groaned. 

“Aaron…” Aaron gripped Iriye’s ass harder and whined. It took him lifting and gripping her ass so close to her core, causing her to cry out, her body shaking as she came. She didn’t even have time to cry out fully as Aaron pressed his lips against hers and ate up every single whimper and moan. She was sensitive, but he helped her by keeping moving till the waves subsided and the tingle in her stomach subsided.

Iriye felt the kisses Aaron and her share become pecks and his length hard against his pants. 

“Fuck,” Iriye said as she realized he didn’t get off. “I didn’t mean to be selfish,”

“I wanted you too,” Aaron said, his voice deep and strained. She kissed him again before hiding her face on his shoulder.

As the haze of lust came down from her, Iriye had to ask her: What the hell did I just do?

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Can I request headcanons for ZZZ Ben Bigger, Wise, and Von Lycaon reacting to his gn crush's bangboo asking him to visit them because they said to themselves they missed him please?

Pairings -> Ben Bigger, Wise and Von Lycaon x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> His crush's bangboo asking him to visit you because you said to yourself that you miss him

Genre -> Fluff

Ben Bigger

Once your bangboo was right in front of him

He would raise an eyebrow but would be interested on what the bangboo is trying to tell him

He would then immediately blush that would cover his brown thick fur

He would try not to show it but it was no use

His crush's bangboo told him the truth about you missing him

So he decided to pay you a little visit after thinking about you most of the whole day

He immediately tries to find you as he spotted you were carrying some boxes

He would go over there and would help trying not to stumble over his feet

"Oh Ben, What a nice surprise"

"Well.. I saw you having some trouble carrying these boxes so I.. uh wanted to help"

You smiled gently at him as you thanked him for the help

"Um.. Your bangboo told me about something"

"Oh so that's where my bangboo was, It might've ran off somewhere"

"Well.. It came up to me seeming that it told me that you missed me"

"Oh- Well Yes I did say that"

Ben was like a cute cuddly bear as he patted your head in reassurance

"Don't worry, I missed ya too"

Wise

He would try to hide that fact that you, his crush has missed seeing him

On the inside he would be so delighted that you missed seeing him

Which he quickly drops all of his things down gently and would try and find you, your bangboo actually

He would follow your bangboo to where he might find you easily

He's quite happy that you have been thinking about him as he's been thinking about you most of the day

He would also be curious but happy still

Finally he is met with you as you found your bangboo

"There you are! Where did you go?"

Your bangboo looks happy about something

Wise cleared his throat a little to make sure you know he is

"Oh! Wise! Sorry I didn't see you there"

You rubbed your neck a little, thinking your bangboo has told him something to why he was here in front of you

He gave out a little chuckle as he spoke

"Your bangboo told me someone missed me"

He gave out a little smirk as you blushed

"I- Oh that's why it ran off.. to.. get you"

"It's okay, I've been thinking of you too"

Von Lycaon

He would be a little bit surprised to the information on you wanting to see him after missing him

His ear would flicker at the bangboo as your very own bangboo told special information

Lycaon would quickly compose himself

He would take a moment to think about his thought that runs in his mind

He's quite happy that you wanted to see him

So he adjust his suit slightly as he would make his appearance elegant and neat

He would give your bangboo a thanks as he would walk to go find you

His feet clanking against the cold tiles as he finds you in one of the rooms

His tail started to wag a little to seeing you

He cleared his voice making sure you knew he was there

"Oh Lycaon"

"I was informed that you wanted to see me by your little Bangboo here"

He would see your face flush with pink

"I.. well... my bangboo isn't wrong"

"Don't be so shy Master, I am here to fulfill your needs as I wished to see you as well"

"You did?"

He simply nodded as he gave you a little smile

-A<3

[allthingsfangirl101]

In The Past – Ben (Anyone But You)

Ben's POV

I got out of my car and tossed my keys to the valet. I put my hands in my pants pockets and smiled as I looked around at all the familiar faces. I was feeling confident and excited to be at my best friend's sister's wedding.

All of that evaporated when my eyes landed on her.

I instantly knew it was her. I'd know her anywhere. She looked exactly the same. Well, not exactly. She looks even more beautiful all these years later.

"Holy shit," I said under my breath. I didn't notice that I wasn't alone until someone very loudly cleared their throat. I looked over to see Pete smirking at me.

"Y/N looks pretty damn good, huh?" He chuckled.

"She always looks good," I mumbled looking back at her.

"How long has it been since you've seen Y/N?" He asked.

"It's been a while," I answered slowly.

"When was the last time you talked to her?"

"The night before I left," I said before I could stop myself. "Things didn't end well and she never spoke to me again."

"You know," he sighed, "I never understood why, in all the years that the three of us were best friends, you never told her the truth."

"What truth?" I pretended not to know.

"Come on, Ben," he said, actually sounding disappointed. "I know. You know. My sister knows. Hell, everyone knows. The only person here who doesn't know how you feel about Y/N is Y/N."

I looked back at Y/N and watched her hug some other old friends. I couldn't help but wonder what she's been up to all these years. She always talked about wanting to go to art school. I wondered if she ever ignored her family's pressure to go to med school or law school. I wonder if she ever used her art knowledge and became an art curator for a big museum.

"Why didn't you ever tell her, man?"

"It would've messed with our group dynamic," I said the thing I've been telling myself since I walked away from her.

"Bullshit," he scoffed. "If you had talked to me about it, I would've told you that I was okay with it. I would've told you that I support it. If you asked me what you should do right now, I would tell you to get off your ass and finally tell her how much you've always loved her."

Little did he know, that I did tell her the truth.

Once. A long time ago.

I still remember the look in her eyes when I told her I loved her.

~ • ~

"What do you want me to say to that?" She asked, her voice softer than I had expected. I opened and closed my mouth, unable to come up with an answer. "This isn't funny, Ben."

"I'm not trying to be funny," I said slowly. "I mean it. I really do love you, Y/N."

"Please, stop," she said, her voice breaking. "Do you not see how cruel this is, Ben?! You are leaving for school tomorrow. Literally, in nine hours you are getting on a plane and flying far away from here. Away from me. It was horrible of you to tell me you have been in love with me for years the last time I'm going to see you."

"It's not the last time," I stuttered. "I'll come home and visit."

"Right," she scoffed before slightly starting to pace. "You'll come home a couple of weekends during your first semester. Then you'll only come home for the holidays. Pretty soon, those visits won't happen anymore and I'll never see you. And I'll begin to wonder if you actually loved me or if you met someone else and completely forgot about me. Or worse, the longer you are away, the more out of love you fall for me. You'll eventually move on. And me? I'll be heartbroken and won't believe in love anymore. You'll move on and I'll be stuck. Stuck, Ben. I can't handle that. I can't sit back and endure losing you."

"Y/N," I said, grabbing her wrist and stopping her from pacing.

"No," she said, instantly pulling her hand out of my hold. "I can't do this, Ben. I'm sorry, but I can't set myself up just to be heartbroken in a year."

~ • ~

I snapped out of the memory when Pete pushed me toward Y/N. I quickly recovered before weaving my way through the rehearsal dinner guests. As I got closer, Y/N still hadn't noticed me. When I got to her and Pete's cousin, her back was still to me. Pete's cousin saw me and excused herself. Y/N turned around, her eyes slightly widening when she saw me.

"Well, I'll be damned," I teased. "Y/N, you haven't aged a day."

"Ben," she gasped, tightening her shawl around her shoulders. "It's good to see you."

I hated that it sounded like she wasn't sure if she meant that. I hated that it seemed like I made her uncomfortable. I didn't want that. I wanted her to feel comfortable and safe around me. I wanted her to depend on me, to need me. I wanted her and I wanted her to want me.

"It's great to see you," I smiled, trying to reassure her. "I've missed you."

She studied me for a moment before finally whispering, "I've missed you too, Ben."

"Ben! My sister wants to go over the timeline for the wedding tomorrow," Pete yelled across the restaurant.

"In a minute," I shouted back. I turned back around toward Y/N to see the disappointed look in her eyes. "Y/N, I'm. . ."

"I'm sorry, man, but my sister is seconds away from a panic attack."

I opened my mouth to say something but Y/N beat me to it. "Go," she whispered. "You're needed."

She started to walk away but I grabbed her hand and turned her back. "Y/N," I whispered her name, not caring how desperate I sounded. "I hate how we left things. I know this weekend is going to be crazy with the wedding, but I want to fix this. I want to fix us. Please. Promise me you'll sit down with me for ten minutes."

"Ben. . ." She stuttered.

"Five minutes," I changed. "Give me five minutes to try and apologize for breaking your heart. Please, Y/N."

Y/N studied me. The longer she studied me, the harder it was for me to breathe.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Thank you." I let out a sigh of relief. Before I could think about it, I leaned in and gently kissed her cheek.

"I'll be right back, Y/N," I tried to reassure her. "I promise we will talk."

* * * * *

Going through the timeline took longer than I would've liked. The entire time, I couldn't focus on the wedding day schedule. Instead, I thought about Y/N. I thought about our childhood together. I thought about the last time I saw her. I thought about how I felt about her. I thought about what I wanted to say to her.

By the time we were done finalizing things for tomorrow, the guests had all gone back to the hotel. Part of me wanted to do this big romantic gesture and find her hotel room, knock on the door, and confess to her that I still loved her. But another part of me knew that was insane and I should wait to talk to her until after the wedding.

I listened to the first part.

It took some convincing (a.k.a. begging, negotiating, and promising), but eventually Pete's sister, Claudia, finally told me what room Y/N was staying in.

I knocked on the door before I could chicken out. I held my breath as I waited for her to open the door.

"Ben?"

When she opened the door, my heart jumped into my throat. "Hi," was all I could say.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. She checked her watch before adding, "At 11 o'clock at night."

"I was wondering if we could have those five minutes."

"Are you sure? Can't this wait. . ."

"No," I said, cutting her off. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but I've waited too long to talk about this. To talk to you. Please. Just hear me out and, if you don't like what I say, then you can kick me out."

I watched, holding my breath, as I waited for her to decide.

"Five minutes," she whispered. She slowly opened the door and stepped aside. I nervously wiped my hands on my pants and walked into her room.

"What did you want to talk about, Ben?" She asked with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. I walked over and gently grabbed her wrists. I was surprised when she let me unwrap her arms.

"You were right."

"What?" She asked with a small giggle.

"All those years ago," I continued. "I never meant to break your heart, Y/N. That is literally the last thing I want to do. With that being said, I meant what I said that night. I really do love you. And I have loved you for a long time. That's where I was an idiot."

"You were an idiot for being in love with me?" She asked, her voice breaking.

"No," I said quickly. I pulled her closer to me before trying to explain this all better. "I was not an idiot for being in love with you. I'm an idiot for choosing the night before I left for college to tell you. I should've told you how I felt a long time ago."

"That would've been better," she whispered.

"I know," I sighed. "But if you don't hate me too much, maybe we can try this again."

"Try what?" Y/N stuttered.

"Y/N, I am and always have been deeply in love with you," I confessed. "I have loved you since we were young. When I went off to school, all I could think about was you. I never stopped thinking about how much I hurt you, Y/N. And if you give me a chance, I will spend every day of our life together proving it to you. I will never walk away from you again, Y/N. I swear."

Time seemed to stop as I waited for her to say something, anything.

"You'll never walk away from me?" She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I promise," I said desperately trying to get her to believe me.

"Prove it."

My heart finally left my throat as she smirked at me. I pulled her until her chest was pressed to mine. I studied her face, making sure to never forget her expression before leaning in. Soon, I felt my lips press to hers. As soon as they did, I let go of her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist. She started kissing me back as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

After making out for several minutes, I broke the kiss. I leaned back and studied her.

"Are you done proving it?" She taunted.

"Not even close."

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing non-stop. I looked down and smiled when I saw Y/N sleepily moan and roll away from me. I quickly sat up and kissed her bare shoulder before answering my phone.

"Hey."

"Where the hell are you?!" Pete yelled as soon as I answered the phone. "Why aren't you in your room? We have pictures in an hour."

"Calm down," I sighed. "I can be ready in ten minutes."

I hung up and turned around to see Y/N sitting up in bed with the covers close to her chest. "You in trouble?"

"Nah," I brushed off. "I can get ready fast."

Y/N smiled when I gently pushed her back down, hovering over her. She wrapped her arms loosely around my neck as I made sure I wasn't hurting her.

"I thought you had to go," she teased.

"Pictures are in an hour," I said, slowly leaning closer to her. "It only takes me ten minutes to get ready. Twenty if I want to shower."

"Which you should," she smirked.

"That still gives me forty minutes to keep my promise," I said as I slowly pressed my lips to hers. She instantly started to kiss me back. But she was the one who broke the kiss.

"You should get going," she sighed, gently pushing on my chest. "Today is Claudia's and Halle's day. Go focus on making this day go as smoothly as it can. Once the wedding is over, you can focus on. . ."

"Us," I finished for her. "After the wedding, I'll focus on us."

[nevertheless-moving]

Lost Luke AU Part 5

Lost Luke AU (these are not in chronological order)

Part One - - - Part Two - - - Part Three - - - Part Four

meta , dramatic snippet , Is this how Qui-Gon felt on Genosis

amusingly and paradoxically, Luke’s presence in the lost luke au serves as evidence to the Jedi High Council that Anakin doesn’t have an attachment issue, ultimately leading to his knighting. The thought being:

Anakin had visions for a month about his family being in danger that he set aside to do his duty

it’s not until Padme insisted they go to Tatooine that he does anything about them

(of course Padme takes the blame for going to Tatooine)

when he gets to Tatooine, he finds out that his twin brother had already saved their mother, but that his adoptive family had already been killed

“Spoke of your mother, you have. Had a brother, you never mentioned.

“On Tatooine,” Luke says softly.

[Luke is a far better liar than his father, in that he know that the best lies are often the truth from a certain point of view]

“On Tatooine, pregnant slaves don’t receive medical care, not unless they’re being...deliberately bred.”

A wince in the force. Jedi are...Jedi never forget about the slave empire choking the Republic. Never. Not anymore than you forget about the horrors of your world, and in many ways they are far, far more cognizant.

But moments after being forced to choose between the evils of leading a slave army or letting a slave army fight without them, the collective guilt about slavery in general is just a tad raw.

“An owner wouldn’t know about twins until their born. Births are attended, so infants can be chipped immediately, but no one sticks around for the afterbirth. If the second twin is born long enough after...there are freedom networks.”

Here, Luke straightened up proudly. “I am the firstborn Skywalker in my family, and although we never met, I grew up knowing that I was free because of Anakin before me.”

“We never met before a few days ago, but I knew he had to be free, and that had to be enough,” Anakin added. (it’s true enough, if said hesitantly—Anakin always knew he’d see his mother again, and he always knew his son would be freeborn)

So! The council concludes that Anakin was only was drawn back to his bio family where his family needed it, not where Anakin needed it, which satisfies some more than others, depending on their definition of attachment

(ask any council of twelve a question and you’ll come away with thirteen answers)

Obi-Wan, who in between the Battle of Genosis and this meeting got read in on Luke’s whole...everything....is a little more doubtful, but needs must in a time of war and soon enough Anakin is knighted and Luke is employed by the temple’s newly formed military affairs division

Earlier Conversation:

Luke: We have to tell him!

Anakin: But you told me that one of his student’s became a Sith Lord!

Luke: But you can’t seriously think—

Anakin: No, You don’t understand—that means that his student is in the temple, which means that his Sith Master is probably also in the temple.

Luke: Oh kriff, you really think so?

Anakin: the only way the Jedi could’ve been so completely destroyed is if there was a traitor from within, maybe more than one!

Luke: okay, we won’t tell anyone else, but it’s Ben—I mean Obi-Wan—we have to tell him! He’s the only person in my whole life who told me the truth about how incredible you are!

Anakin: Oh—I uh, well! I guess when you put it that way, I—look, it’s just—I don’t want to make him sad, and I also don’t want him to be dissappointed in me for, you know.

Luke: For what?

Anakin: Well, ah, strictly speaking Jedi aren’t supposed to...

Luke: Aren’t supposed to what?

Anakin: uh. havechildren.

Luke: ...oh.

Anakin: yeah

Luke: ... are you disappointed

Anakin: What! No, no, force no, I’m thrilled! I always wanted kids! I just don’t know Obi-Wan’s going to take it

Luke: I mean, he did offer to train me, just because he knew you, and he wanted me to have your lightsaber, and he said a bunch of really nice things about you. so in the grand scheme of things, I don’t think it bothered him that much.

Anakin: Well, as nice as that is to hear, he also voluntarily lived on Tatooine, so, you know. Questionable sanity.

[alltheboysandgirlsiloved]

It's super interesting that despite both of them choosing not to chase after Brooklynn, Kenji and Sammy have slightly different reasons for that decision. And it speaks volumes about their personalities.

Kenji's reason is exhaustion that manifests through the lack of trust, meanwhile Sammy's reason is feeling betrayed. (explanation under the cut)

Yes, at first, Kenji felt betrayed (rightfully so), but in his experience, it was just yet another... fierce emotion that he felt towards Brooklynn. Kenji experienced Brooklynn through a string of passion and life-altering events – falling deeply in love, losing her emotionally, losing her physically, grieving over her, even learning that she was alive was brutal. Dare I say... he is tired of going through a windmill of emotions because of one person, and truth being told that it is valid. I don't think it's even fully internalized, but my boy is simply emotionally drained. No wonder that the sense of betrayal sizzled out quickly – he had invested too much already, he doesn't have the energy to fight and protect his heart yet another time.

At the same time, a massive part of Kenji's plotline in jwct (in jwcc too to some extent) is learning how and who to trust – it started with his father (jwcc), then it was Darius (jwct s1), at the end of jwct season 2 and at the beginning of season 3 – it was Ben. Kenji is quick to doubt people's intentions (makes sense considering his past) and he has to put a lot of physical and emotional effort into trusting someone again. Which is why him trusting Darius again is so beautiful, which is what makes his goodbye with Ben so heartwarming – despite all, Kenji crossed the bridge and chose to trust them again. But Brooklynn didn't give him a reason to try again. Instead, he feels tired of chasing a ghost – not in the physical sense, but in the emotional sense. He's just out of energy.

On the other hand, Sammy feels utterly betrayed by Brooklynn's behaviour, and that also makes sense for Sammy's past and personality. Sammy is much more than her love and kindness, but we need to admit that "family" – all types of families – is what she puts faith in. Again, it all started in jwcc – remember that she went to camp cretaceous behind her family's back, in a way she betrayed them for a better good. Yes, she found a new family there but that choice also bit her in the ass – ultimately, her initial actions didn't bring the results she was aiming for (even though in jwcc s5 at the end we learn that Sammy's family provides Mantah Corp Island with meat). Sammy was a family person even before that, but after her Nublar experience, dare I say, family became even more important for her. She realized that staying with people you love is what makes you stronger.

And then, she was suddenly alone. She no longer spoke with her family members, Yaz was distancing herself from her, Brooklynn was "dead", and the rest of their friends were trying to find a way to live their lives in this new reality. Sammy was left alone, abandoned. Her argument with Yaz... She was right, Yaz should have put more consideration and understanding into her situation; Sammy completely lost her footing. At the same time, Yaz made a good point – Sammy's animosity towards Brooklynn in season 3 is absolutely tied with her past experience – both with her family and with Yaz. And it all finally bubbled to the surface. In Texas, Sammy focused on running a farm. She distracted herself. Then, when she and Ben picked up Yaz, the positive feelings (overall) outweighed the negative ones. But when Brooklynn left them at that airport, Sammy (maybe for the first time) saw someone physically walk away from her and it brought back everything she buried in herself out of love. She is not just betrayed by Brooklynn, she probably also feels betrayed by life.

[kusakiguzen]

Hello 👋 um I don't know if your request is open, but could you do yandere Shanks x female reader headcanon. Like how Shanks meet the reader, how he got obsessed, etc. (Can you make it where shanks crew is obsessed with the reader too, not in a romantic way and helps shanks)

A/N: It took me a while to get a good enough idea and i have two. I feel this is soul less but i did my best with my degrading mental health right now. I hope you enjoy.

I'm not really familiar with the crew except Benn so i did include him. I don't think this is my best work and i honestly hate it and will probably try again once in a better headspace.

I apologize if its not up to your taste

Warning: Has a shit ton of grammatical mistakes, I'm so sorry

Thank you for stopping by

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the Red force. Laughter and the sounds of clashing swords filled the air, a reminder of the crew’s relentless spirit. You were nestled in a corner of the ship, blissfully unaware of the darker truths that surrounded you. As Ben Beckman’s little sister, you had grown up sheltered from the harsh realities of the world, always finding comfort in your brother’s protective presence.

Your first encounter with Shanks was a vivid memory. It had been a fateful day when your brother brought you on the infamous captain aboard the Red force for a visit. You had been playing with a few of the younger crewmates, their laughter echoing around you, when Ben approached, his usual calm demeanor slightly overshadowed by a hint of excitement.

“Y/N, come here! I want you to meet someone special,” he called, ushering you toward the main deck.

You followed, curious and eager. As you stepped into the sunlight, your eyes landed on the man with red hair, his grin wide and inviting. “Hey there! You must be Ben’s little sister. I’ve heard so much about you!”

Your heart raced at the sight of him. He was everything stories had described—a charismatic figure whose presence lit up the room. “Hi! I’m Y/N,” you said, beaming.

Shanks smiling while holding your hand, his playful nature shining through. “I hear you love adventures. How about we have one together? I could use a partner in crime!”

You giggled, completely taken in by his charm. “Really? That sounds amazing!”

That day marked the beginning of your bond with Shanks. He took you on a mini adventure around the ship, showing you the ropes and regaling you with tales of his travels. You listened, wide-eyed, as he spoke of battles and treasures, unaware of the underlying dangers that came with such a life.

As you laughed and explored, you felt a sense of warmth and safety that enveloped you. Little did you know that Shanks, even then, had been captivated by your innocence, seeing you as a light in a world filled with shadows.

Fast forward to the present, and Shanks was still a constant figure in your life, always by your side, watching over you with a mix of affection and an intensity that you couldn’t quite place.

“Hey, Y/N!” Shanks called out one afternoon, striding over with that signature grin. “What are you up to?”

“Just watching the waves,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with innocence. “It’s so peaceful!”

Shanks’ heart raced at your words. He loved how you saw the world, so untouched by the dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. “You know, the world isn’t as safe as it seems,” he said, his tone shifting ever so slightly. “But I promise to protect you, no matter what.”

You giggled, brushing off his concern. “I know! Ben would never let anything happen to me.”

At the mention of your brother, Shanks’ expression softened. Ben was fiercely protective, almost possessive, and the crew had come to share that sentiment. While they all adored you, their affection had a darker edge, something you remained blissfully unaware of.

“Ben’s always looking out for you,” Shanks agreed, stepping closer. “But sometimes, you need to rely on others too. Like me.”

You smiled, oblivious to the way his gaze lingered on you, filled with intensity. “Of course! You’re my favorite big brother figure!”

Shanks chuckled, though a hint of frustration bubbled beneath the surface. He wanted more than just the role of a guardian; he longed to claim you as his own. But he also understood that you were naive to the world's cruelties. That innocence was something he cherished, and he’d do anything to keep it intact.

Meanwhile, Ben watched from a distance, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed. He’d seen the way Shanks looked at you, and though he trusted his captain, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him. He would always prioritize your safety above all else, even if it meant keeping you sheltered from the crew's darker inclinations.

“Y/N!” Ben called, stepping forward. “How about a game? Just the two of us.”

You perked up, grateful for your brother’s attention. “Sure! What should we play?”

As you wandered off with Ben, Shanks watched, his expression conflicted. He loved you dearly, but he knew that your brother's presence would always be a barrier. Later that evening, as you prepared to settle down for the night, Ben and Shanks found a moment to speak privately.

“Shanks,” Ben began, his tone serious. “We both care about Y/N. We need to keep her safe.”

Shanks nodded, his expression hardening. “I agree. The world is dangerous, and we both know it. But together, we can protect her.”

Ben’s eyes narrowed. “We need to be vigilant. No one can get to her without going through us.”

“Exactly,” Shanks replied, a determined glint in his eye. “We’ll make sure she never sees the darkness of this world. We’re in this together, Ben. We’ll keep her innocent and happy, no matter what.”

Days passed, filled with laughter and adventures on the high seas. Yet, as you explored, the crew’s obsession grew, entwining around you like a vine. You remained blissfully unaware, believing the crew’s protectiveness stemmed from love and friendship. Little did you know, their hearts were tied together by a darker thread, one that bound them to you more tightly than any affection could.

One night, as the stars twinkled above, you sat on the deck, lost in thought. Shanks approached, leaning against the railing beside you. “You okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah! Just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you all,” you replied, your eyes shining with sincerity.

Shanks’ smile faltered for a brief moment, replaced by a more serious look. “You have no idea how lucky you are… or how dangerous this world can be.”

You tilted your head, confused. “I mean, I’ve heard stories, but it doesn’t feel that way here.”

“Exactly,” Shanks said, his voice low. “And that’s how it should stay. As long as we’re here, you’ll always be safe.”

You grinned, completely missing the intensity behind his words. “I know! You all make me feel so protected.”

As the night deepened, Shanks’ hand brushed against yours, an electric jolt that sent a thrill down your spine. You looked up, meeting his gaze, still unaware of the storm brewing within him.

The next day, Ben noticed the lingering touches and exchanged glances. He felt the urge to intervene, to remind Shanks of the boundaries. But deep down, he understood the allure of your innocence—the way it made everyone around you feel alive, almost compelled to keep you close.

“Let’s go on an adventure today!” you suggested, breaking the tension.

“Count me in,” Ben replied, masking his unease with a smile. Shanks nodded, but a flicker of possessiveness gleamed in his eye. He wouldn’t let anyone take you away from him.

As you laughed and played with your brother and the crew, you remained blissfully unaware of the intertwining shadows of yandere love that surrounded you. The Red-Haired Pirates had claimed you as their treasure, and they would go to any lengths to protect you, even if it meant shielding you from the very truths of the world that would shatter your innocence.

In the embrace of their twisted affection, you danced on the edge of a dangerous precipice, blissfully ignorant of the love that could turn to obsession at a moment's notice. And so, the sweet story of your life with the yandere Shanks and Ben continued, a delicate balance of joy and darkness that only time would reveal.

A/N: I didn't particularly like this piece but i still posted it.

Umm i hope you enjoy reading it @wereallmadhere666

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[brunolover808]

A Beautiful Gift

A true love was given time to blossom into a delicate miracle blessed to the most powerful man.

Homelander x Pregnant Reader

"John......John.....John...John, John, you sleepy head. What are you doing out here?" A dazzling woman asked leaning to the side as she looked down at the man laying face down in the grass.

The man slowly turned his head to the side opening one crystal blue eye. He groans faintly as if he was disturbed from a life long nap. John softly smacks his lips as he pushes himself up from the ground. His eyes never leave the round belly of the woman looking over him. He gets on his knees before gently grabbing her white sundress, which flows in the warm breeze, guiding her closer for him to rest his face against the soft bulge of the bump.

"John." The woman giggles as she feels him humming softly against the fabric covered tummy.

"I am listening."

"Why were you face down asleep in the front yard?" She asked not disappointed, but more giving him a questioning look.

"I got home and could hear your heartbeat and our beautiful child's heart. They are so small my love." He spoke clearly and honestly to her.

His love gave a faint shake of her head before speaking. "Well did you hear him kicking?"

Once she said that John pressed his ear to her stomach. They both waited, listening and feeling for the moment their child would stir. The rustling of the leaves makes it a little hard for y/n to hear, but she did not need ears to feel the small foot press against her. She gave a faint sigh before reaching to instinctively rub her stomach, but only lands her hand on the head of her lover who gasps. He hadn't heard that yet nor felt it. Being this close he was able to feel the kick and hear the swishing of the baby's movements.

"See, a kick. They are pretty powerful, but I have heard it is only natural when I am this far along."

"Only a couple more months and then we welcome our sweet boy into the world."

John turned his head so his chin rested on the round stomach as he spoke to his wife. He never felt so happy to be in front of his woman. It was like reliving the day they found out they were having a child. Y/N had been feeling sick for the last few weeks. He had insisted that she saw someone who might know further than just some Google search.

Though he was reassured over and over that it was nothing. That was till one afternoon when he arrived later than normal he found the cabin decorated as a surprise. Though his love of his life was nowhere in sight. The only thing that drew him was the white stick placed on the table. John had picked it up only to receive the news through looking at the stick. Then his wife entered the room not expecting him home. It took a little while for him to trust for sure that she was pregnant. A lot of tears and emphasizing that the stick was telling the truth. Which brings the joy he had, after finally trusting the news he was given, to the moment now.

"Yup, we get to bring our lovely boy into this world. I am so excited." His wife spoke so happily as she gently rubbed the blonde messy hair that must have been torn from the speed of wind trying to get home.

The gentleness soothing the excitement into a peaceful happiness. A hum forming into a sigh left John lips as he continues to listen and even wait for another kick. The baby inside stirring. Thump thump thump. A rhythmic pace of the tiny heart beating as it rests. Sweet and pure as vanilla.

"John, I will need to get dinner ready for us. So let's head inside." Her voice is soft as a breeze tickling his ears.

"Right."

Normally John is not the type to help with cooking, but since y/n has become pregnant he has picked up a few things. Some of the heavier chores around the cabin and definitely helping with meals. It was mostly reaching for things and holding her while she cooks. It was not a huge help, but it still provided some help in not having to move far or fast. Also the weightlessness his arms gave y/n was blissful. The soft encouraging words he would whisper in her ear as she hums while cooking. It all helped.

John's presence was something that kept away the negatives from the pregnancy. The judgement that y/n put on herself as she glanced at herself in the mirror. John would compliment her and pick her up to just show how light she was. The pain in her back and hips were eased by his graceful hands massaging away every ache. Her lack of independence nagged at her. John offered to have her do the simplest of tasks while he took care of the heavy lifting, dashing away those thoughts. He was the most incredible husband anyone could wish for.

The help he gave her was more than she could ask for. Y/N finished cooking with her helper resting his head in the crook of her neck. Fluttering kisses along her skin as she dishes up some broccoli and cream cheese soup. On the side was crackers and some raspberry jam. Currently something y/n was craving in the moment.

Instead of her carrying them to the table, John swooped in and carried them for her. That way she could take her seat at the table. There was no protest, only a soft exchange of thanks as she eased her way to the table and down in the chair. Her hand on her stomach as she felt a strong kick. She winces, John already quickly moved in front of her. His eyes piercing as he stared at her stomach. He was tensed before relaxing and only drawing his eyes away from her stomach as she spoke.

"It was just a kick again, a very strong one. He must be hungry." Y/N joked for a brief moment as she turns herself to face her dinner.

"Yes, he is fine and you look to be doing well." John said calmly as though he just heard those words from a doctor.

Y/N giggles softly after such a response. She watched John take a seat, moving his cape to the side as to not sit on it. "I am glad that I am doing alright. I had a bit of a scare this morning. Our mister was kicking so much and the app said that it could have been contractions, but it didn't feel like it."

John was surprised since she had not mentioned this at all. Usually the app 9 Months was fairly accurate. It was an app that was recommended for first time mothers. Telling experiences others have had, what the baby should look like through the stages of growth, what nutrients are needed, and even had tracking for all sorts of things. It was a spectacular app that didn't seem to not be incorrect.

"Well our child is different. So that app cannot be entirely accurate." John reassured her and himself. "You are looking great my dear."

Y/N smiles as she tucks some hair behind her ear. She had to stop herself since she knew John would likely compliment her for the rest of the day if she said otherwise. So instead of that she changed the subject as they began to eat dinner. They jumped from his day at work to the baby room. No matter what conversation they had it always led back to the baby. There was nothing wrong with that, but it made anticipation even worse. All y/n wanted was to see their angel and John wanted to show the world their beautiful creation. Well after the first year of their son's growth. Something that John had to agree to since y/n worried about sickness and possible harm.

Now John wouldn't let anything happen to either of them, but anything could happen. Even as of now. He made sure to monitor his love's health, the baby's health, and made sure to rush home from Vought to be there for his family. His small amazing family.

After dinner, after their long conversations, after cleaning up, and lastly after they both got into comfortable clothes it was bedtime. As of late it has been straight to bed for cuddles and whispers to the baby. Tonight was different, instead of the bedroom it was in the living room on the couch. There were no whispers, just bodies pressed comfortably together. John was keeping himself from smothering his wife with kisses, but the way he looked at her, like seeing a sunset for the first time. Pure awe. Something only seen when there is a first or something has changed.

Those blue dazzling eyes picking up each micro detail. The warmth that radiated comfort. The shine of soft skin, curves that cushion his hard edges, and the breathless gaze that she held. Nothing he could truly articulate into words, but something everyone could tell. Y/N glows like the rising sun.

"You're so beautiful." His words are airy.

Y/N's lips pulled back to reveal that sparkling smile. "John...you don't have to tell me that." A blush dust her cheeks as she felt those would pour over her like honey.

"I can only tell you the truth and I have never seen anything more breath taking than how you look right now."

"John~" She bashfully whispers.

"I mean it, with everything in my heart." He rests his hand on her stomach.

Before y/n could say anything she felt another kick. It felt too strong and even made her hold her stomach with gasping pain. There was a pause in their sweet moment as John felt that kick and grew worried. He checks again, using his X-ray vision he is only seeing the baby kicking. It was odd, but all John could think to do is speak more.

"Hey hey, kido," his voice dropped to a whisper as he moved from the couch to kneel in front of it so then his head was level with y/n's baby bump. "that is your mama you are kicking. Now your mama is not like us. She is not strong enough for those little kicks of yours."

The kicks seemed to calm as John directed his words and attention to his son. It made it able for y/n to regain their breath and sooth herself from the pain.

"Now, when you are ready to come out. You'll have to be very careful. It will be bright, loud, and scary. But dada will be there to protect you. I will be there to protect you both. I promise. I promise you. I promise to be there as you cry. I promise to be there when you smile. I will be there when you are angry. I will be there when you are scared. I will be there for you no matter what, because I will love you with every ounce of my soul. I love you." John looks up at y/n with tears playing on his waterline. "I love you."

Extra:

On the date of birth John was not allowed to be in the delivery room due to his rash decisions with intense situations. He paced the waiting room with his hearing tuned to y/n's voice, the heart beat of their child, and the medical staff working on helping his child into the world. It was painstakingly long birth, but the child was born and all John could hear was the small cries of his child. Everything else was tuned out as he heard the whines, scared, angry cries. He wanted to run to his wife and baby, but he was frozen as he listened.

Then a nurse came for him. It was like nothing else existed when he was granted permission to see the two souls that mattered more than humanity. He sped to y/n's hospital room where she laid exhausted but smiling with a bundle of joy. He strides over to her side, but stops when he registers the color of the bundle. Pink.

"but..." He was confused.

Y/N looked worried and began to softly apologize. "We were wrong, it is not a son, but you have a daughter and I think she would like to see her dad." There was a sense of uneasiness but some hope.

It was true, John wanted a son. He wanted to give his son a life that he never had. He had prepared everything to be for a boy, you both had. Instead a daughter was born.

John was hesitant, but as y/n slowly lifted the sweet, small blonde hair, chubby girl. He cups her body like it is glass. She rested tucked in his hands before moving her to lay in his arm. A faint swallow before a huff came from the little baby girl. Her tiny hands were tucked under the blanket till she was moved. Now one rested just barely out of the fabric.

"Hello." John's voice was a bit awkward before he cleared it. "I am your dad." He whispers as he reaches his free hand to touch her little hand.

The moment he touched her hand she spread her fingers before wrapping them around his pointer finger. He had to hold back tears as he looked at her with a smile. He leans down to kiss her forehead as he whispers again.

"I love you, my little girl."

[coolemmasulivan2]

Rewinding Us | 2

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: You and Mason built a love story over five years, but after an accident, your memories are wiped away, including any feelings for your constant bickering "rival". Can you remember your love story with Mason, or will you have to start all over?

Word count: 2736

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I am thinking of you In my sleepless solitude tonight If it's wrong to love you Then my heart just won't let me be right

The villa was filled with the anxious feeling of saying goodbye. Tomorrow, everyone would go back to their own lives, leaving behind the sun and freedom of the past week.

You zipped and unzipped your suitcase, feeling that you were forgetting something. You couldn't remember what it was and that frustrated you. Your head was a confusing mess.

Things had been awkward with Mason since you brought up the kiss. Every glance, every brush of your arms, sent shivers down your spine. You tried to ignore it, pretend nothing had changed, but you would be lying. The accident hadn't just stolen your memories, it had changed something deep inside you.

"I hate you!"

"Do you really, Y/n?"

The flashback vanished, leaving you staring at your half-packed suitcase. A cold sweat ran through your skin. You knew the answer to that question. You hated him then, but now the feeling was different and it was terrifying. So, you ran.

The morning after the confrontation, a suffocating silence settled between you and Mason. You maintained your distance and were drawn to others, ensuring there was always a physical barrier between you and him.

Seeing your calculated distance hurt Mason. He wanted to tell you how much he missed the way you used to laugh with him, the way your eyes would light up when you spoke with him, your touch and your lips. But he had to give you time. More time.

"You're still packing?" Ben entered the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to the open luggage.

You were sat on the other side of the bed, folding slowly some of your clothes. "I'm getting there. What's the rush? I have all night." You smiled and he smiled back.

"Is everything okay?" His voice was gentle.

You looked up at him. "Yeah. Just tired from the beach, that's all!"

Ben's gaze held yours, amusement quickly replaced by a knowing sparkle. "You've been quiet!" He observed, his voice soft. "For these past two days." You kept folding clothes, slowly and carefully. Ben continued, his voice laced with a quiet persistence. "Does it have anything to do with… Mase?"

You paused, the question hanging heavy in the air. How could you explain the tangled mess of emotions stirring inside you?

You locked eyes with Ben, the lie a bitter flavour on your tongue. "No!" You forced out, the word barely a whisper.

Ben chuckled. "You forget I know you, Y/N. You've been ignoring him like a ghost." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Ignoring him more than usual, I mean. You haven't even started your usual arguing routine."

Frustration bubbled up, spilling over in a sigh. You slammed the suitcase shut. "It feels like everyone's lying to me." You blurted out, your voice thick with a tremor you couldn't control. "You included! Why can't anyone just tell me the truth?"

Ben raised an eyebrow, concern etched on his face. "What do you mean?"

"It's like you're all walking on eggshells." You said, throwing a frustrated hand in the air. "There's something you're not telling me. Everyone."

Ben's easy smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of unease crossing his features. "You're imagining things."

His words felt like a weak dam incapable of holding back the suspicion inside of you. "Imagining?" You scoffed. "Then tell me, Ben. What was my life like before the accident? Was I happy?"

"Happy? Yeah, of course you were. Living your life, having a job you liked, good friends…"

"And Mason? Did we still…hated each other?" You pressed on, your voice laced with a desperate need for answers. A hesitant pause followed your question.

Ben shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flitting away from yours. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "I mean… you started to become more friendly with each other, yes… is that a bad thing?" His answer was carefully chosen, without revealing the true nature of your relationship with Mason.

You narrowed your eyes. "Friendly?" You repeated the single word dripping with disbelief. "Ben, you're lying to me."

Ben stuttered, his carefully constructed facade crumbling. "I, uh... I think it's better if you ask Mason about that, don't you think?"

The suggestion felt like a betrayal. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you mumbled: "He's probably going to lie too." Asking Mason about your relationship meant facing the possibility of something more.

Ben reached for your hand. "Look…" He said, his voice softer now. "I can't even imagine how it feels to wake up without memory. But if you want answers, maybe you should ask them to the right people." His gaze held yours for a beat longer than necessary. Then, with a quick kiss on your forehead, he turned and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The next day, the drive to the airport was a blur of familiar views and friendly conversation. Charlotte, in the front seat, chatted excitedly about her plans, when they arrived back in London, while Ben and Mason talked quietly about an old football match.

The airport was loud with lots of people and long lines. As you checked in, you felt more and more worried. You just couldn't shake the feeling that you had left something behind.

Finally, when you got to the gate to wait for the plane, you remembered. "Wait!" You shouted. Your hand went straight to your neck. "I can't leave! I forgot my necklace."

"We can't go back, Y/n." Ben said kindly. "We'll miss our flight."

"But I have to!" Your voice was desperate. "It's a silver chain with a heart pendant. I can't leave without it!"

Surprise flickered across Mason's face. Mason knew about the necklace, he had given it to you on your first anniversary as a couple, but he hadn't realised that you had been wearing it all this time.

"Y/n, we really don't have time for this." Charlotte added.

"Then you guys go!" You snapped, the words tumbling out before youe could stop them. "I'll catch a later flight."

A tense silence descended upon the group. It confused him why the necklace meant so much to you, especially since you couldn't even recall that it was a gift from him.

"I'll go with her." Mason said. "We'll be quick, but if you need to leave, you can go!" You stared at him, your heart pounding. Why would he offer to go with you? Was it pity? "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

You were so anxious that you kept your mouth closed and followed him out of the airport.

The car ride back to the villa was tense. The music offered a thin shield against the awkward silence that installed between you and Mason. He stole glances your way, craving to hear your voice, to see your familiar eyes. Finally, unable to bear the quiet any longer, he spoke.

"Why is the necklace so important to you?" Mason asked, his voice soft.

"Because it's mine!" You replied, looking at him. "I don't know why exactly. I woke up with it, and I just take it off to shower. Must've left it on the sink by mistake." You mumbled the last part, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice.

"Maybe you could just buy a new one. It's easier." He suggested. When you sighed heavily, he realized he was pissing you off.

"I don't want another one, Mount." You snapped, his last name slipping out in irritation. "That is my necklace."

A small smile tugged at Mason's lips. The human brain was a fascinating thing, he thought, storing away memories even when you couldn't access them.

Back at the villa, you recovered the spare key from the hidden place and hurried inside, the urgency of the situation finally sinking in. You raced upstairs, Mason following at a slower pace. He knew the chances of making the flight were slim, so there was no point in rushing.

He found you in the bathroom, kneeling on the floor and frantically searching for the silver necklace. "Oh my god, it's not here!"

"Maybe it's in the bedroom." Mason offered. "Come on, I'll help you find it."

In the bedroom, you checked the nightstand, under the bed, and even tossed the pillows aside, but it was nowhere to be found. Just as despair began to set in, Mason spotted a glint of silver on the floor.

"Found it!"

The familiar sight made your eyes light up, a spark that sent a jolt through Mason. He hadn't realized how much he missed seeing that spark in your eyes. A shy smile graced your lips, and for a moment, Mason felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.

"Oh my god, thank you." You breathed out.

"Turn around." He said, his voice barely a whisper. You hesitated for a second but then found yourself turning, allowing him to clasp the necklace around your neck.

His movements were slow, his body brushing tantalizingly close. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. As his fingers brushed your skin, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you, and a memory slammed into your mind out of nowhere.

"What do you have behind your back?" You asked, your voice thick with joy.

It was your first anniversary together, and after dinner, you'd settled on the couch for a movie night. But Mason had excused himself for a few minutes, returning with a mischievous grin and his hand hidden behind his back.

He sat down beside you and brushed a kiss across your lips, his familiar cologne making you smile. "I have something for you." He announced.

He smirked as he opened a small black box, revealing a delicate silver necklace adorned with a perfectly formed heart, causing your heart to melt.

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. "Mason, it's beautiful!" You whispered, taking the delicate gift from his hand.

He leaned in, his eyes searching yours. "Just like you." He murmured, his voice husky with emotion. And then, he closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate.

The memory hit you so vividly that it took your breath away. You gasped, clutching the necklace to your chest and stepping back from Mason, your eyes wide with shock. He stood there with a confused expression on his face, his hands still hovering in the air where they'd just clasped the necklace around your neck.

"What?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.

You attempted to steady your breathing, but your mind was in turmoil.

This memory explained the strange possessiveness in his eyes when you first mentioned the necklace and the way his touch sent a familiar shiver down your spine. You didn't even know what to say. The memory left you in a sea of confusion.

"Y-You…" You stuttered, the word catching in your throat.

Mason was starting to get worried. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out hesitantly. "What is it, Y/n?"

"You were the one!" You blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips. "You gave me the necklace!"

Mason swallowed the lump in his throat and his heart was beating very fast. He wanted to say yes, that the necklace was a gift from him, a symbol of his love, but by the terrifying look in your eyes, he controlled himself.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, his voice a low rumble.

You took a step back, confused and terrified by what the memory had brought surging to the surface. "I saw you!" You insisted, your voice shaking. "The necklace. It was a black box."

Mason let out a nervous chuckle, the sound strained and unconvincing. "Y/n, I think you're confusing things."

"STOP LYING TO ME!" You yelled, a burst of frustration.

"YES, IT WAS ME!" He shouted in response, finally letting go. The frustration in his voice mirrored yours. He was tired. He was tired of pretending he didn't want to be by your side every single day. "I gave you the necklace. Happy now?"

You squeezed the necklace in your hand. You didn't know what to feel. Since you'd met Mason years ago, your interactions had been filled with annoyance and hatred. But now, those new feelings were scary. You were afraid. Afraid of feeling something more for the handsome footballer standing before you.

"Why?" You whispered, your voice barely audible. "Why did you give me the necklace?"

Mason ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. "If you remember the box was black, you also remember we kissed." His eyes locked on yours. "God, Y/n, it's not that difficult. We were together."

You shook your head in denial, the image of his lips meeting yours in the memory flashing before your eyes. "No!" You breathed.

"Yes!" He said, his voice firm.

"No. We hate each other. That's impossible." The words tumbled out, a desperate attempt to cling to the reality you remembered.

Ignoring the protest in your voice, Mason took a step forward, forcing you to back up until you felt the cool wall against your back. The gesture sent a jolt through you, a mix of fear and a strange, unfamiliar excitement. He slowly took another step, and another, until he was impossibly close, his chest brushing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Do you hate me?" He asked, his voice a husky whisper. He was so close that you could count the small freckles peppered across his nose. "Do you hate me like you used to?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. His lips were a mere breath away, distracting you. "No-- yes, y-yes, I do!"

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The tension was unbearable. "I don't believe you." He said.

"I don't car--"

"I love you!" The words exploded from him. His eyes holding yours captive. The force of his words left you speechless. Your legs felt like jelly, threatening to buckle beneath you. "I have been loving you for a long time."

"Don't say that, Mason."

"I missed you calling me Mason." He murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. The air crackled with unspoken desire. "Fuck," He breathed, his voice thick with frustration. "I miss you so damn much."

There was a tense silence between you. You and Mason stared at each other, searching each other's eyes for answers. A slow smile played on Mason's lips, a hint of worry mixed in. He leaned closer, slowly, like a magnet drawn to you. Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs. Every part of you wanted to step back, to run away. But you couldn't move. Then, a second later, his lips met yours.

The kiss was passionate and gentle. Mason's hands cupped your face softly like he was afraid to break something. You wrapped your hand in his shirt, clinging to him as the kiss deepened. Without even thinking, you kissed him back, pouring all your jumbled emotions into the kiss.

It was a kiss that belonged to a different you. A you who maybe, loved Mason back. The realization slammed into you like a cold shower. You pulled away abruptly, gasping for air.

Mason's eyes searched your face. His hand brushed your cheek, a lingering touch that sent shivers down your spine. "Y/n…" He started, his voice hoarse., because of the kiss.

"I-I can't." You stuttered, the words slipping out in a rush. You stumbled away, needing distance. It was all too much.

"Wait!" Mason reached for you, but you were already running towards the exit. Tears pricked at your eyes, blurring your vision. You didn't dare look back, afraid of wanting to stay with him.

The fresh air hit you as you burst out of the villa, your lungs burning.

Focused on escaping from Mason, you hadn't noticed the car speeding down the street. It wasn't slowing down.

A screech of tyres tore through the pavement, followed by a loud honk. You heard a desperate shout - "Y/N!" - but it was too late. The world seemed to blur as the blinding headlights filled your vision.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for not telling my friend that her husband is gay and cheating on her for months after I found out?

Okay so I really don't know what the right move would have been in this situation and I feel really bad about it.

So I, 28(f) have two childhood friends who I'll call Rose (28f) and Matt (28m). Rose and Matt started dating in school, married quickly after that and have been together for years. It had been a really fairytale relationship and honestly I was really jealous of their relationship for a long time, before this situation started.

So I was hanging out with a friend who didnt know Matt and Rose, who we'll call Ben (30m). We were chilling together and he got a grindr notification. We like to share like who were talking to, what the plans are etc and he showed me this guy he'd matched with and it was Matt. I freaked out, Ben was like "hey maybe theyve got an open relationship and you don't know" I was skeptical but I had to admit that there was a small possibility that was the case. Ben sent me screenshots of Matt's profile and their texts and I arranged to hang out with Matt by himself the next week.

So when we hung out I confronted him about it with the screenshots and he broke down and told me the truth. He's gay, he's known he was gay since he was 13ish, and he's terrified of his, very conservative, family finding out. I asked him if Rose knew, and he confirmed that she didn't and he's been telling her that he's visiting family/other friends and instead meeting guys from Grindr to sleep with.

I was trying to balance my support for him, because I really felt for him and his inner turmoil being closeted for so long - I'm bi myself and it took me a long time to feel comfortable sharing my sexuality with people - and my anger for him cheating on Rose. I was also concerned because he was just meeting randos and sleeping with them with nobody knowing where he was, like bad shit could happen and nobody would know. We talked for over 5 hours going over all aspects of the situation, and by the end of it he said that he was going to come clean to Rose and tell her the truth and theyd figure out what to do from there.

Matt never told her. I waited for two months before I pressed the issue because, well that's a huge thing to talk about and I didn't want to pester him any more that it needed to be pressed. But after two months, he hadn't said anything and I was like "hey, she needs to know about this. You have no idea if youve given her any stis from the number of people you've slept with. She needs to know." He said he was going to tell her when he got home. He didn't.

In fact, Matt never told her willingly. Two weeks after I confronted him for the second time, a different friend came across him on Grindr in an unconnected situation, and he sent the screenshot straight to Rose without talking to Matt first. She immediately left him. She got an sti test and he had given her gonorrhoea.

They're getting a divorce. His family is incredibly homophobic, so Rose and Matt have agreed that they will gender swap who he cheated with when talking to his family (I.e., admitting he was using dating apps to cheat and the number of times he'd cheated but claiming that all of that was with woman rather than men). Since then they haven't spoken and Rose has been staying with her family.

I've told her all of my side of what happened and while she understands why I spoke to Matt first, she says she's upset that I didn't tell her at the same time, as gonorrhoea usually takes about two weeks to develop in the system and she (direct quote) "might have walked away with a shred of dignity if I wasn't peeing fire while i come to terms with being a useful idiot."

I feel dreadful. Obviously the blame really lies with Matt for giving her gonorrhoea in the first place but I can't help but feel responsible for not telling her when it was clear he wasn't going to do it by himself.

Aita?

[selencgraphy]

— 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇

PAIRING: dean winchester x f!reader

TAGS: supernatural 6x6 plot with canon divergence, jealousy, angst, ‘unrequited’ feelings, hurt/no comfort

A/N: was going through the show again and remembered this episode’s existence so ofc i had to put my own twist to it and make it even angstier :D lmk if you want a part two (might do it anyways) but yeah, not-so-happy happy reading <3

WORD COUNT: 807

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It had been a year since you’d seen Dean face-to-face last — since he had left to be with Lisa and Ben after Sam sacrificed himself to save the world, leaving you alone. It hurt to see him do all the things he’d told you about — things he told you while you laid atop Baby’s hood and looked up at the stars in Bobby’s junkyard when neither of you could sleep after a hunt. Conversations about any and everything where the walls that Hell built crumbled brick by brick. It had always been you in the picture you’d painted in your mind that he’d do it all with. Until it wasn’t.

Even a year later, you couldn’t really blame him. He’d told you that the door was always open for you to visit, and you almost took him up on it, but then you saw him with them. He looked so happy. Who were you to fuck that up?

Don’t think I can make it over after all. Enjoy your night. Tell Lisa and Ben I’m sorry.

Now Sam was back, and Dean was hunting again. It should have been easy to keep it all buried—as if you hadn’t spent the last year doing just that but, of course, the thing you had to be hunting was the Goddess of Truth. You thought you could hide it, but the jealousy that boiled underneath your skin had grown too hot, and she saw it. “All three of you are the worst liars I’ve ever seen, but you,” Veritas scoffed as she turned to look at you. “The brothers have nothing on you.”

Your jaw tightened as she crouched in front of you, Dean snarling from behind her. “Leave her alone.”

“Oh, trust me. You’re gonna wanna hear what she has to say, Dean,” she crows over shoulder. “It’s all about you, ain’t that right, Y/N?” As she spoke, she dragged a finger down your cheek and across your lips. “I just know your tongue tastes exquisite. Let’s get it out in the open, shall we?”

Of all the scenarios you’d imagined where you’d bare your feelings to the man across from you — the man who you’d fallen in love with and had been in love with since you met him — this wasn’t one of them. It was worse than anything your brain could have possibly ever imagined. “He’s your best friend, but… how do you really feel about Dean?”

Your mouth moved before you could stop yourself. “I’m in love with him.”

As the words slipped past your lips, Veritas let out a breathy laugh. “How long have you been in love with him?”

“Blackwater Ridge.” You didn’t dare look at Dean as you spoke, but you caught him flinching at your mention of the forest in your periphery. It was where you had met the brothers first. You still remember the way your heart skipped at the way he looked at you even while beaten and scratched to shit, his green eyes were alight with admiration and it made your heart melt.  

“The whole time…” Veritas crooned, a sick smile on her face at the chaos she was causing. “And now he’s got a cute little family, doesn’t he? How does that make you feel?”

No. Anything but that. You tried to hold yourself back, but it was useless — like trying to stop yourself from vomiting even though it was rising from your stomach. “It hurts,” you gasp, biting your tongue as you try to stop yourself from crying. He shouldn’t be finding out this way — he shouldn’t be finding out period.

“Oh, I know you can do better than that, Y/N. Spit it out.”

“Stop it,” Dean hissed, but it was too late. She had asked, and you had to answer.

“It hurts, and I don’t know what I could have done wrong for him to leave after Sam died. He’s my best friend, and he just left and ran to her. He chose her, and I’ve spent the last year asking myself what could she possibly have that I don’t?”

“Why not tell him?”

“Normal was everything he’s ever wanted. He looked so happy with them. I’m fucked up. Lisa’s not. I wasn’t gonna beg when he’d already made his choice.” Veritas hummed in satisfaction before standing up and dusting off her skirt. The weight that pressed on your skull subsided as her gaze pulled away from yours, and the chill of the room at your coerced confessions crawled across your skin. You couldn’t bear to look at Dean knowing that whatever you were met with would break you — that it’d confirm your worst fears. He wasn’t supposed to know. He was with Lisa now, and he was happy. Your words would mean nothing because he chose her. It was always gonna be her. 

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Diego was heated, he had a vengeful look in his eyes that showed that. I was asleep for most of the ride back to his house because of how early it was in the morning but when I was up I could hear him muttering things to himself. He wanted Hazel and Cha-Cha dead and I don’t blame him.

They took away his lover, I don’t know anything about their relationship but I could tell she meant everything to him. When you lose a lover you’ll do anything to bring them back and avenge them, even if they're not sensible. There was no one to stop me from the things I did when I lost Ben, but Diego doesn't have to go through the same thing.

I'll be here for him if he needs me and if he doesn't want to kill me too.

When he noticed I was awake his grip on the steering wheel was a clear indication that he was about to burst. I readied myself for anything thrown my way while activating my powers.

But he didn't do anything to harm me, instead, he took a deep breath. “What do you know about Five’s behavior since he’s been back?” Diego asked me.

“What?” I whispered confusedly.

He scoffs. "What has he been doing? You should know, since every time you leave the academy it's with him.”

Was that true? I can’t keep track of what I do anymore. There are too many side plots in my life taking away my thoughts from the actual big thing, the apocalypse.

Instead of making eye contact with him, I look out the window as I speak. “Look, Five’s not exactly an open book. The first time I found him outside of the academy, I was trying to go into Griddy’s. And what do I find? The boy surrounded by a bunch of dead soldiers?”

Diego hung onto every word I said, trying to piece together if I was as crazy as Five was or actually telling the truth. “Then he tells me to cut this tracker thing out of his arm. He blinks us into Vanya’s house to tell us the world is ending in a couple of days. I mean can you believe that?” I rambled.

He stops the car in the middle of the busy road, and the tires let out a horrible screech. “What did you say?” He whispers, turning to me slowly. Not caring about the blasting horns from cars around us.

“The world is ending in four days?”

..

Once we reached the dojo, Diego bolted out of the car not stopping for anything, not even questions from poor Al who was just wondering if he helped Eudora or not.

“Diego, don’t do something you’re going to regret. Five isn’t the enemy here.” I cut in front of his long stride.

“Well, he sure as hell isn’t innocent either.” He pushes past me and slams open his front door.

Luther and Five were in there just where we left them last night. And Five seemed to be finally sober and he sat upright on Diego’s bed, in a conversation with the man sitting in front of him.

“Piece of shit.” Diego roared out as he tried to tackle Five. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”

I grabbed onto the back of his shirt to pull him back but he slipped out of my grasp. But instead of landing on Five, Diego was met by the solid body of Luther, who stopped him. “Nope, let me— Get your ape hands off of me!” He screams.

Luther remains calm with Diego wiggling around in the air. “I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down.”

“Fine.” Diego pants and then gets dropped onto the ground. Luther stares at me from behind all of this. He gives me a what's going on type glance but all I can do is look at Five.

“Now, you wanna tell us what you’re talkin' about?” Luther asked.

“These two have been pretty busy since Five got back.” Diego starts. “They were in the middle of the shootout at Griddy’s, and then Five was at Gimble Brothers after the guys in masks attacked the Academy; looking for him.” He pieced together information that I told him during the car ride to put me and Five at the center of blame.

“Seriously Diego?” I ask.

“None of which is any of your concern.” Five spoke up for the first time since we walked in.

“It is now, they just killed my friend.”

Luther looks at me “You’re involved with this Y/n?”

Before I get a chance to defend myself I'm cut off by Five. “No, she’s not, I just needed her for her abilities.” Who answers too quickly for that to be true.

“Yes, her perfect abilities. Y/n, you wanna tell Luther what you told me.”

“I barely know the details, Diego, this isn’t my story to tell, ask the time traveler who was there!”

We were all rapid-fire arguing with one another. And no one could hear the exact words we were saying because of how much we spoke over each other. But overall was Diego not believing me, me trying to say how lost I was and Five explaining this was still none of his business. Luther just stared blankly.

“Hey, hey, hey hey,” Luther yells.

“What!” The three of us yell back.

“Shut the hell up. Five I want answers, who are these masked people and what does Y/n mean about the end of the world? I want these answers now, the two of you wait your turn.” Probably the first time Luther has gotten anyone to be quiet, he sounds like a leader.

Five looks down “They work for my former employer. A woman called The Handler. She sent them.. to stop me. Then, as soon as Diego’s friend got in their way, well, fair game.”

“That’s cruel Five.” I cut in.

Diego takes a step closer to him and gets up in his face. “And now they’re my fair game. And I'm gonna see to it they pay.” He grits his teeth.

“That would be a mistake, Diego. They’ve killed people far more dangerous than you.”

“Oh yeah well we’ll see about that.”

Diego was ready to take action and leave but Luther held him in place for the answer to his final question. “So when is it supposed to happen? This apocalypse.”

“Well I can’t give you the exact hour, but.. from what I could gather. We have four days left.”

Luther gawks at him. “Why didn't you mention it to all of us sooner?”

“It wouldn't have mattered.” He sighs.

“Of course, it would! We could’ve banded together and helped you try and stop this thing.”

“For the record, you already tried.”

“What do you mean?” Diego asks grumpily.

Five is quiet, he tries to find the best way to say this so that his brothers don’t go crazy. “I found you guys. Your bodies.”

“We all die?” I questioned. That couldn’t have been right, in his journal someone was alive. But I couldn’t make out the name since Diego pulled all of us away to find Five.

“Horribly.” Five says, “all except for one.” He gazes at me.

My body shutters. “The one you wrote about in your book. The one who was still alive in all of the rummage, that was me?”

Why didn't my future self come back with Five to this timeline. What happened?

He answered my suspicions like he was reading my mind. “You were dying slowly Y/n, whoever ended the world did more damage to you than the regular human. We were together for a while and you aged the same as me, slowly. But when The Handler came to me, you didn’t want anything to do with it. Said you had gone through enough pain.”

“I don’t know what happened to you after.” Five said with an undertone of sadness, the best he could probably give without sobbing.

I think I have an idea what happened, I told myself I would never do it. But life has been hard ever since I was young, especially after losing Ben. In the future, I think I killed myself and forced my body to not heal.

This is what Reginald feared I'd do, but even if he made my blood into a healing solution he wouldn't be there to use it on me. It’s a scary thought, but I won't bring it up to them.

Five went on to explain that we worked as a team since all of our bodies were lying in rubble. And the MeriTech eye was worn by the person we were fighting since it was in Luther’s clasped hand. And then he told us about where he worked, the commission.

He went to all kinds of different time periods and killed people who messed with the timeline, and in exchange, he would eventually get to go home. But while being sent out on a mission to kill John F. Kennedy decided that he was going to disobey. And tried to get back to us on his own, so he could save us and save the world.

That's what we saw during Reginald’s funeral. But he messed up the equations and got stuck as a kid. Luther looked on in horror at Five's actions but this only seemed to fuel Diego's rage against Hazel and Cha-Cha.

Me though, I just wanted to go hug Benny.

“So where do we go from now?” I quietly ask the group.

“I'm tracking down those lunatics,” Diego mutters while leaving the room. Luther gasps. “I gotta find Allison and tell her.” Leaving me and Five, in Diego’s room.

“I just have one more question,” I say. “Did I tell you who ends the world?”

“No, all you said was, it wasn't her fault.” he says disappointed. I rack my brain trying to understand what that meant. I know this person personally.

“I know this doesn't make sense, I wish I knew more too. The best thing we can do is keep trying to solve this.” He says.

“I can’t go back to the academy right now, Five. Diego needs someone, even if he doesn't want it to be me. I need to do something.”

He sighs. “You always feel the need to help us Y/n, and what about yourself? Diego will chase you away and make you feel small then what, you're gonna force yourself to help him anyways?”

“I know I can’t fix everything, I can't heal emotions. But I can give someone an avenue to take their feelings out. Even if that's at my own expense. I don’t care.”

Five eyes widen when he looks at me. “Y/n..”

“It’ll be fine, trust me. And if it doesn't work, I'll come back to the academy and find you okay?” I say as I try to lighten the mood.

He only nods but lets me go anyway. I give him a meaningless smile as I leave the room, knowing I shared too much information and gave away a part of myself I hoped others would never comment on.

..

I let her leave to help him, even though it's going to amount to nothing. I just couldn’t help it, her kind but harmful manner got to me, and she’s too nice for her own good. Just like she was in the apocalypse..

But they had their differences too, even though their brains only differed a couple of days from each other. That Y/n lost her spark and this one is slowly draining herself of it. Delores tells me not to think too much about her, but how can I not? I left her there to die. And it's haunted me ever since.

I remember that day when I found her in the rummage. I was young and scared since I couldn’t blink back home. It took me a while to recognize whose body lay with my siblings, but it was the newest addition to the fucked up regiment Reginald made.

She was faintly moving before she started to cough up blood and debris. She was also very malnourished and scared, so once she was able to get up we started to talk. Not about the apocalypse because every time I asked she dodged the topic.

We stayed together in the wasteland of crushed buildings and fire, eating scraps that made her throw up. Her body wasn’t retaining any food, sleep, or healing abilities but she always told me she was okay.

I caught her a few times talking to herself, about my siblings and how sorry she was that she couldn’t save them from her. It was just us, and Delores for so many years.

I aged into an old man at the same time she did. But during that, she stayed small and weak. Like she was on the brink of dying, a fact I didn't want to think about. I couldn’t survive without her, I'd go crazy.

Then The Handler arrived and offered us both a chance to get out of there. I looked at her for an answer but she looked lost. I was glad to get out of this hellhole but weary for the future with this not trustworthy company. But I had her, the two of us could get through it.

Instead of sharing my excitement, she tells me to go without her. Saying that she’s likely to die anyway and that she’s tired of chasing a perfect world that doesn't exist. I explained to her I'd go through that with her but she’s dead set on going.

“My life is over Five.” She wheezes. “And I'm okay with that, I got to live it with you and everyone else. But you, you can keep going. Avenge this world and maybe someday we can be happy again.”

I try to speak but she cuts me off. “Maybe if I'm lucky enough, I'll finally get to see Ben!”

That broke me the most and with a lot of convincing from her, I was finally ready to take The Handlers offer. After goodbyes, she hugs me. “When did you get so tall?”

It was our final laugh together.

Before I left she whispered something to me away from prying eyes. “Promise me something Five.”

“Anything you want.”

“Promise me, you’ll break out of this bullshit and go back to the past.”

“What?”

“Listen. Go back to the past, how I don’t know but you're smart enough to figure it out. And stop all of this from happening, I know that's a huge thing to ask. But at least give it a try. Get back to us, get back to me, okay?”

“Of course, I'll try.” I sniffled.

“Don’t cry, do your best, live your life and try not to think about me too much.” Even then she still found a way to laugh.

“Now go before I cry too!”

She never wanted me to see her sad, or hurting even though I knew every move she made broke another part of herself. Y/n gave me one more hug before I stepped through The Handler’s briefcase portal.

I spent years trying to forget about a woman I should’ve never met. A woman I wouldn’t meet again until fulfilling her wish of going back to the past. But that version of her barely knew me, and all the things we did together. But that didn’t stop me from including her in all I did, to track down the person who ended the world. Even if she would never know about the love I had for that woman.

I was going to save my siblings and her from the apocalypse. Because I promised her I would.

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I tried smth different this chapter tell me what u think!

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