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Warnings: None, really dfgyuidfghj. They’re just being silly and having fun! Lee!Basil and Ler!Sunny with brief Lee!Sunny and Ler!Basil. About 1.600 words.

Kanene’s notes: Okay okay so I read @tickly-killer‘s tickle headcanons for Sunny and Basil and got a lot of inspiration because aaaa! They’re so a d o r a b l e!! I wanted to write about Sunny randomly tickling hsi friends but I wasn’t able to squeeze that in this fic so dcfghjkfghj let’s see in the future! Because now I def want to write more about those beans having fun. <33

[~*~]

"It's dumb but I kind of like it? I am not sure why!" Basil hugged his dino plushie close. His eyes jumped quickly between staring at his fuzzy new green socks and trying to decipher Sunny's expression, the glances getting progressively slower as he realized nothing but understanding and a small glint of awe stared back at him.

Sunny always seemed to understand him.

"It's nice." Basil continued when Sunny didn't say anything, feeling a bit bolder when his friend blinked at him, attentive at every word that left his mouth. "I always liked to laugh and... tickling never fails to get us to laugh, right?" He smiled, shyly hiding part of his face on his plushie again. "And it's playful too. Hero is always tickling giving Kel birthday tickles when he is still too energetic to go to bed after his party and Aubrey likes to pull tickle fights when we're all together..." At the memories of loud laughter, joyful teases and friendly shoves both teens stared at the ceiling with smiles on their faces. The moon high in the sky and the tiredness that slowed their movements showed how late their sleepover got but, still, between sleepy giggles and warm hugs, none of them had the courage to call it a night. That was when whispered secrets began to fill the room. Basil turned a bright - and still a tad flustered - smile in Sunny's direction. "... I just think that I like tickling because it makes me feel closer to you guys."

Sunny stared right back at him, and for a second the fog of sleep cleared from his mind, making him too much aware of how hot his cheeks are and how crazy everything must sound to his friend. How embarrassing. What was he thinking? So silly. All of this was just so silly and embarrassing, and he shouldn't just go telling things like this without even thinking about, what was he thin-

"I don't think it's dumb."

Basil let out a loud squeak, making both boys freeze when Kel squirmed on the bed next to them, breathing stopping for a second before his snores began to fly in the air again. Sunny let out a relieved sigh, noticing how nor Hero or Aubrey's asleep form seemed to react to the blonde's squeal. Basil took a few deep breaths to clear his head. In for seven, hold for four, out for eight and repeat. The same routine for when the dark thoughts tried to be too much.

When his blue eyes opened they found concerned black ones. Basil held Sunny's hand and gently squeezed, a relaxed smile in his face showing the other that he was truly okay.

Sunny nodded. He scooted over, pressing their bodies together in the shared mattress on the floor, his words a whisper. "I think it's cute."

Basil's shoulders bounced as he held his flustered titters, the honesty on his friend's tune doing nothing to quell the blush slowly creeping to his neck. "Thank you, Sunny..."

The other looked at him then around the room, eyes unfocused as if he was pondering about something before nodding at himself and letting their eyes locked themselves together again. Basil wondered if he was going to share a secret, too.

They stared at each other. Sunny’s lips quirked upwards and for some reason Basil felt shiver run down his spine, making a wobbly tune take over his smile. Sunny just tilted his head, like a confused puppy, before slowly pulling both of his hands up, fingers wiggling in the air.

"Sunny!" A quiet gasp left his mouth, body instinctively trying to squirm away however failing as his back pressed on a cold wall, giggles already bubbling and jumping in excitement in his chest as the offending hands got closer and closer and closer to him.

Sunny only grinned in response, feigning an attack and fishing a yelp from the other, who was quick to cover his lips with his right hand, using the other to try to bap the teasy fingers away in a silly fight that last less than a minute. Soft snorts began to paint his words.

"I am going to wake them up, Sunny!" Sunny, the traitor, only snickered in amusement, deciding to finally attack the other's sensitive neck with a series of light scribbles and nimble scratches, being oh, so careful to go all the way up to tease for a few seconds the spot behind his ears before going back down and giving a bit of attention to his collarbone. "Sunny!"

Both boys couldn't help their big smiles at the high pitched, muffled giggles that were quick to become quiet squeaks as that lovely spot right under Basil's chin was targeted, making the blonde bounce on the spot in an attempt to get rid of the giddy energy which seemed to spread across all his nerves, especially when Sunny changed his attack to softly prod and poke at his ribs, leaving a trail of tingles everywhere he touched. "Plehehehease!"

"Don't worry." Sunny stopped the tickles to adjust himself, pulling his friend closer so he would be able to hide his face on his chest, an opportunity Basil immediately took, muffling even more the snorts and yelps that blossomed on his voice. Sunny chuckled happily at the sight. "I will stop before you get too loud." He promised, experimenting a light squeeze at his belly and deciding against tickling the spot when a bark of laughter momentarily filled the air, which led him to firmly rub the skin and to not only chase the remains of the ticklish feeling away but also make the other basically melt on his embrace.

He placed the information in a folder and put it away for another day.

"I like your laughter." He pointed, his fingertips trailing on the ticklish skin of the other's back, tapping their way up and down on his spine, humming contently with Basil's snickers, "and I like that you like it. It's a good way to make you smile."

He squirmed a bit when his friend's hands rested on his sides, almost clawing at the ticklish spot, probably as he tried to keep his balance. Sunny felt his own attack become wobbly, being thrown away by the sudden tickly sensation. He squirmed a tad more, trying to dislodge the hands.

It didn't work.

"But do you know what I also like a lot?" Basil's voice, even though still full of bubbly laughter, held a hit of something else. Sunny looked down, wide eyes finding blue ones mischievously shining in mirth.

Basil's joyful smirk only grew bigger at the redness that covered the tip of Sunny's ears, quickly nodding at his friend when said one shook his head in response, already knowing the answer for his question.

He decided to answer anyway. "Revenge!" He whisper-shouted, carefully pinching his usually quiet friend's sides, almost squealing in pure delight with the way Sunny became boneless at his touch, hands hugging himself and cheeks puffed out in his herculean effort to hold in all the laughter.

"You're so cute, Sunny." He almost didn't realize when the words left his mouth, his fingers spidering their way to the so guarded armpits, too much in awe with the titters that escaped from other's tightly pressed lips. It has been a time since they had a tickle fight, he almost forgot how happy they made him feel.

"You're both cuter when you're sleeping, though."

It took everything in the blonde to not scream and wake up the whole city at the new voice, his body immediately jumping and turning around to stare at the yawning Hero with a wide stare.

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79 notas - publicadas em 27 de janeiro de 2022

Come here, I have a surprise!

Warnings: None, really dfgyuidfghj. They’re all just being dramatic and having fun! Lee!Isabella and Lee!Mirabel with Ler!Luisa because I am weak for the idea of someone being tickled while being picked up. About 1.000 words.

Kanene’s notes: THIS LITERALLY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST A QUICK THING AND SDFGHJUKILODFGHJ. W h y.

Anyway ONE MORE NEW FANDOM XDDD I wasn’t sure if Luisa really calls Mirabel “hermanita” on the movie since I didn’t watched it in spanish (yet :3) and she does that on the portuguese dub but I hope it is still cute and in character anyway. This is just a fun crazy fic I did because why not, am I right? x)

I didn’t review this before posting so a few things can be confusing. Hope it is still enjoyable anyway. Have a nice day! :DD

[~*~]

“Camilo!” She whisper-shouted, looking over her shoulder with a wary manner. Everything seemed fine right now, but for how long would it stay that way? Her knuckles rasped and knocked coincidentally on the face engraved on the wood door, colliding with a bit more of force than it was necessary, which would be exactly what she would be doing if that little gremlin doesn’t open the door right in that damn inst-

The floor trembled under her feet.

Oh no.

“Camilo! Camilo, quick open the door. Camilo!” The tremor got stronger. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no. That wasn’t good. That really wasn’t good. Now there was no way the one on the other side of the wall wasn’t listening to it too. She was running out of time. Her knocks became more desperate. “Camilo, I know you’re there! Open the door! You know I can’t hide in my room, she will find me!!” A loud scream echoed in the distance, with a quick, sad look to the sky Mirabel prayed for Isabela. More specifically she prayed to NOT have the same fate as her older sister. Her knocks turned to full slamming her fists on the wood.

There was loud laughter blossoming in the distance.

The floor only trembled more, the sound of thundering footsteps filling the air in sync with the beat.

“Camilo! I swear, I swear I am going to eat all your arepas! I am going to grab your special coffee and give it all to Antonio’s friend if you don’t open that door right now, Camilo!” Her threats were answered with an affronted gasp from the other side, a resounding click of a door being locked pertinently dancing around her.

The loud laughter got closer. Uncontrollable giggles mixed with a playful voice full of words she couldn’t decipher right now.

“No, Camilo! I was kidding, I was kidding!”

“Mirabel! Found you, hermanita!” Her back collided when with a spin the one being called turned to stare at the scene in front of her, fists still knocking on her cousin’s door. Luisa stared right back at her with a gigantic grin, totally unfazed with the squirming form of Isabella dangling on her shoulder, squeaky, snorty laughter flooding freely from her lips as she did her best to wiggle away from the hand holding her in the place while delivering plenty of squeezes and pinches to her sweet tickle spot. Mirabel’s eyes were pried from Isa’s fate to focus on the way Luisa opened her other arm in invitation, stepping closer. “Come here, Mira, I got a surprise for you.”

Mirabel smiled wobbly at her, pressing her back even more on the door, as if the younger one tried enough, she would become one with Casita.

“Camilo, please, I am sorry for threatening your coffee, okay? Please, Camilo, I will owe you one, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleas-”

The door moved just the tiniest bit, with the corner of her eye Mirabel was able to see brown eyes peeking from the tiny crack opened.

Bless Camilo’s companionship, his loyalty, his kindness and their story. She knew nothing would be able to make him betray their incredible strong bond formed over stealing food in the middle of the night, she should never had doubted her favorite, bold, good cousin and his true brave heart-

“I am sure that if Camilo opens the door he can also see the surprise.” Luisa’s smile only grew bigger at her, sharp with playfulness and soft around the corners. Mirabel cursed under her breath.

“Yeah, no.” The crack closed, Mirabel cried in protest at the same time Isabella squealed, Luisa now adjusting her with a careful jolt that made the older sister scream with a joy she would forever deny and changing her attack to dance her fingers on her ribs, focusing in that spot right in the middle of the highest rib that fished bubbly, weaker giggles. “She has that look on her face. The same mom and aunt’s get when they’re about to wreck us or to say something embarrassing about our days as babies.” He forced an exaggerated cheer in his next words, mimicking Luisa’s voice and tune. “Either way, good luck with your surprise!”

“Traitor!” Mirabel glared daggers at the door. Maybe if she had enough determination and heat she would be able to melt the object and hit her traitorous cousin. A suspicious footstep clicked behind her and she turned around quickly only to see that now Luisa was two feet closer to her, her free hand wiggling her fingers in an invitation still. Butterflies began to fly crazy in her stomach, anticipatory giggles jumping excitedly on her chest.

“No one told you both to prank her.”

“But she looked so cute with that cat noses and whiskers on her face and the flowers on her haEEEK-” in a blink Mirabel’s foot wasn’t touching the ground anymore and the whole world become a mix of colors before her was laid on Luisa’s left shoulder, her hand quickly worming her way to her underarm, laughing happily when she was rewarded with a loud shriek.

She jolted both younger and older sisters on her shoulders, ignoring their synchronized squeals of protest.

“I am sorry!!” Mirabel said amidst her laughter. “It was Isabella’s idea!”

“Was it?” Luisa hummed, walking in the direction to her room calmly, waving at Bruno’s amused face when she passed.

“She is lying!”

“Am not!”

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111 notas - publicadas em 30 de janeiro de 2022

Pspsps, come here

Kanene’s Notes: I wrote clever gremlin Sun and Moon with Sun being an overly excited puppy and Moon a teasy bastard and I regret n o t h i n g. You can pry this happy and soft scenario from my dead cold hands.

Warnings: This is a tickle fanfic with Reader Insert with Neutral Gender Reader (they/them) and Lee!Reader with Ler!Sun & Ler!Moon. Moon and Sun are separated animatronics and are not brothers here. Can be viewed as romantic or platonic. You all live together. Around 5.000 words. It has nicknames, playful teasing, raspberries, fluff, cuteness and they trying to convince the reader to go sleep.

[~*~]

"No."

You squinted your eyes at the animatronic perched on the top of your fridge, faceplate spinning for a second before his smirk grew wider, his hand making a 'move closer' gesture in your direction.

“Not a chance.” You repeated slowly, savoring the words as you crossed your arms and defiantly retreated farther on the illuminated living room, very aware that the animatronic wouldn't try to follow you with his aversion for artificial lights.

(You wondered if his eyes, for being overly adjusted to see and move perfectly in the dark held some kind of sensitivity for lightness in general. You both should look into that later. It definitely wasn't comfortable to irritatedly hiss at lamps every time you made a move to flick the switch.)

"Pspspspsps." His raspy voice glitched in an amused manner, drops of snickers falling from his mouth together with this truly compelling argument, totally underrated by your frown and impressive glare. Red eyes glinted stronger with mischief. "Come on, Moonlight, why don't you move closer? ~"

You showed him your middle finger. Louder crackled chuckles filled the air.

"Naughty, so naughty. That kind of language is forbidden in the daycare." Moon's head bobbed from a side to another, clearly more than amused at your current predicament. For a moment the mental image of a cat flicking its tail twinkled on your mind.

"This is not the daycare. This is my house and I am an adult who is allowed to go to bed as late as I want." You did not highlight the last part with a pout. Shush. You can’t prove anything.

"Of course, of course." For some reason, he agreeing with you brought a bigger sense of dread than anything else. Although there wasn't much time to think about it when the six feet tall animatronic in all its metallic glory jumped from his high hiding spot and consequently made your heart stop for a hot second, fearing for the integrity of your floor tiles. However, with an exaggerated flourish and a way too much smug click of joints, he laid on the ground with a surprisingly soft thump.

"But," his voice dragged you from your own mind. Your thoughts were really distracting today...

Probably a consequence of your latest restless nights but you were just not about to admit it. This was now a battle of principles.

"But," Moon repeated, his gaze much more piercing than before. You wondered if he was discreetly checking your vitals again. "A certain human agreed to let us help if they diverted far, way too far, from their usual sleep schedule. Using any, any, any means necessary." You gulped. Damn, Past You, how could you betray Present You so easily? "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, starlight?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"No? Ohoho. Maybe we can refresh your memory." His smile grew. The hair on the nape of your neck standed, a shiver running down your spine as your instincts realized there was something strange in your surroundings just too late.

A shadow hoovered nearby.

"Right, Sunny?"

Strong arms hugged you from behind. "Righty, right! Of course! You see, sunlight, moonshine, our light! Each one of the daycare attendants are equipped with a voice recorder to guarantee the safety and security of your children with the highly specialized tech developed by the Piz-” Gradually, Sun’s voice gained a more neutral tone as he recited the programmed speech inserted on his code. In the middle of his sentence a buzzing sound cut his speech and you felt him shaking his head, very much likely pushing the warning embriebed on his programing away. It didn’t take long before his usual upbeat voice appeared again. “Yes, yes, yes! Lots of adults would stop getting in trouble when we told them that. Lots and lots. hehehe”

Feet dangling centimeters away from the ground (why did they have to be so tall?), you tried to loosen his hold in vain, squirming as a halfhearted groan mixed with your protests. “Sundrop, wait. Babe, you can’t just betray me like that!”

“Sorry, sunflower,” came his reply devoid of a single drop of regret. He lowered his faceplate right in front of you, smiling in an equally apologetic and amused manner. A roll of rays (which were much more unimpressed and entertained than an energetic excited spin and not to be confused with the angry rotation of rays) made a soft breeze hit your face as you ironically repeated his words under the breath. A light pinch on your side made it all stop. “But we promised to help. And you know how I hate to break my promises... or to see you exhausted any longer.”

A warm feeling blossomed immediately on your chest at his sweet, kind words, knowing very well how much care those held. To be honest, your heart kind of melted a bit. However, months of sharing a house with the celestial animatronics taught a thing or two about that playful shine on the robotic lens and their ability to use their cuteness for pure evil.

You managed to free one of your arms to point at him accusingly.

“You don’t dare to be sweet with me right now, mister.” His puppy eyes seemed to only get bigger and more pleading, arms cradling your body closer to the soft chest. You refused to crumble under such a clear adorable attack. “I know very well you’re just trying to distract me while Moon dim the lights, Sun.”

With a startled yelp, the night themed one almost let go of the broom he was using to poke at the switch and set it on a darker mode, his features not even a tad ashamed as your accusing gaze clued on him.

“D e m o n.” You fingerspelled at him.

“Guilty as charged.” His own precise signaling was quick to follow, his sentence tauntly ending with a wave - fingers wiggling in your direction - at the same time Sun spun and turned your body to face him, a hand dramatically clutching at his chest as if he had taken a shot.

“Your doubts of our love wound me, firefly! Oh, oh, oh the pain! The distrust! The unfairness of your mean, mean, mean words is breaking me apart!”

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151 notas - publicadas em 30 de maio de 2022

Good Night, Sun

Warnings: Raspberries, Angst, Nightmare (mentioned), Hurt/Comfort, Cheer up tickles, Lee!Sun and Ler!Moon. About 1.600 words.

Kanene’s notes: So I have a new fandom SDFGHJKDFTGYHJU. Okay, okay, I was in a v boring writer block until I re-watched @sid-is-screaming amazing TikTok with Sun and Moon being just the custest beans and then a sudden motivation hit me because!!! Cheer up tickles!!!! So yay! Fic! I am not gonna lie, I still need some more pratice to understand fully their personalities but this is already a start. I hope you all like this. Hope you have a comfy day, beans. Take care!

[~*~]

"M...Moon..."

It was just a weak whisper, almost inaudible with the way it was pronounced, the usually so excited animatronic not even being sure if he would be heard by his sound asleep brother.

It was a good thing - he decided as his eyes followed Moon when the called slowly blinked awake, his confusion, even if clear on his expression, being pushed aside as he sat next to him, eying warily the tears that ran freely across Sun’s faceplate, trying to lock their gazes unsuccessfully - that they were so carefully equipped with sensitive sensors prepared to analyze and capture the tiniest hint of any distress sound and quickly find their sources, keeping it easier to find and help scared - or scarred - kids.

And animatronics too, as it seems.

"Sun?" His voice slurred with the way his wires and functions began whirring to life. The blue one realized it was way too dark for them to be fully charged, meaning that there were very few reasons for the other animatronic to be there, none of them being very good.

Sun sniffed miserably, arms hugging himself, no answer leaving him. Moon calmly prodded again. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

And Sun didn’t found his words to answer because he actually didn’t want to be up, he didn’t want to literally shake with the way energy flowed inside of every single one of his wires, making his endoskeleton tremble in what, in any other situation, would have him perfectly hyped up to play with childrens, but right now just lead to a series of unpleasant shocks to travel through his spine, making his fingers hold his arms tighter. He just- he couldn’t- he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stop the flashes of those awful, horrible moments which kept dancing in front of his eyes in explosions of red, orange and fire, oh god, the fire felt so real and horrible and burning and getting closer, closer, closer at every single second and it didn’t mattered how much he brought his brother close to him, how much they hugged and tried to find an exit, there was no escape, there was simply no escaping because the flames were everywhere and they were going to- they were going to-

A hand held his own - when did he start gesturing, again? - and pulled, the firm, yet gentle, sudden touch making the shadows of his nightmare pop out of existence in a fast piece of moment as he found himself lying on his brother’s chest, who just adjusted himself so they could rest more comfortably on the mattress, eyes widening as the other let out a quiet whimper, hugging him tightly.

‘That bad, huh?’ Moon sighed, not unkindly, a hand laying on top of Sun’s head, softly running his fingers across his rays feeling the corner of his mouth quirk upwards with the way Sun immediately relaxed on his hold, a stray, much weaker, sniffle leaving him.

“Sounds like a bad one. Our neuro system can really suck, sometimes.” The other huffed in a tired kind of approval and Moon quietly softened at the good signal that the reaction was, mentally shaking himself awake. It was decided, even before the moment he saw those tears, he wouldn’t fall asleep until his brother did so, it was the least he could do for the one who always brought a smile on his face, never leaving his side independently of the situation.

He hummed in thought, searching for a good topic to distract Sun from his own thoughts.

“Have I ever told you about the dream I had in which we were both part of that old show, the one with those two inventor kids who live in an eternal summer vacations, and Vanessa was our older sister but for some reason she only talked by singing?”

“W-what?!” Sun sputtered, a light already beginning to take space on his eyes as he stared at the other in an amused confusion. “No you didn’t. Why didn’t you!?” His lips turned in a wobbly line, giving his voice a bouncy tune. “Vanessa singing, I can’t believe it.”

“I never told you because I knew you would try to pull her to the karaoke nights, that is why.” Sun snorted at the mental image, quickly hiding his faceplate on Moon’s chest, shoulder’s shaking a little with the two or three giggles that he did his best to keep trapped. Moon playfully poked him between his shoulder blades, fishing another snort. “Quiet, you never know when she will be listening.”

“Stooop, don’t be mean! She is actually nice when you give her a chance, you know?”

“A kid could steal all of your glitter and you would still think they’re nice.”

“Hey! No!” Sun batted Moon’s finger away and it came back for another poke, looking at it warily for a second before jumping to defend his tiny, squishy human friend. “Gregory is a very great kid. He just needed the glitter for a project and he apologized after his timeout! One day we all will have a slumber party and you will see how well behaved he can be. Ask Freddy, he agrees with me.”

Moon huffed, the memory of Monty bad mouthing the young human as he tried to clean all the true mess of glitter his entire form was after the aforementioned’s prank led to equal parts of disbelief and amusement to fill his reaction. The kid has the courage, that he could give.

The one in night themed pajamas was about to mention said prank to Sun, however, as he saw the way his brother was getting closer to pout he decided to grant a bit of mercy to their usual playful banter. He could be a bit more soft today. Just for Sun.

“Ok, ok. Now sush or I will never be able to tell you about the dream.”

And then he started. Moon talked and talked, about that one and many other weird dreams he had, adjusting his voice box to its softest setting, letting his calm tune fulfill the room as the stories brought their attention away from the tears and those scary memories which hid on the dark corners of our mind.

Soon enough a barely muffled laughter yanked Moon out of his thoughts, the same grinning as he saw more and more giggles escaping from his brother’s lips.

“Oh, so this is funny to you, huh?” One of his hands began to scribble the other animatronic’s left side, fingers lightly dancing freely and nimbly across the sensitive spot, only seeming to get faster as a wider smile took over Sun’s expression. “Me being unable to move until naptime was over because a bunch of kids fell asleep in a pile on top of me it’s a very funny story to you, huh?”

“It t-tihihihickles, Moon!” A rather high pitched squeal broke his protest when his brother decided that his other hand was bored and tickling Sun’s unfairly ticklish cheeks was the only way to give it a proper enrichment. “Nohohoh, wait! No, no, n-not thehehere!”

“Why not? I think this is a very good spot. Here, I will show you.” He highlighted his words by blowing a raspberry on Sun’s cheek, being rewarded with a loud shriek and hands immediately pushing his face away, loud squeaks and wheezes mixing themselves in the laughter that danced in the air. “But maybe you would want a few tickly-tickly-tickles-”

“Eek! Dohohon’t call them thahahat!”

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234 notas - publicadas em 19 de janeiro de 2022

Meu post nº 1 de 2022

Ooh, requests are open??

Could I request a fic of Moon (FNAF) being a playful/teaser ler with male (or neutral) reader? I haven't been able to find many of him 🥺 👉🏻👈🏻

No worries if not tho 💜

~🌘

I give up from trying to write mini-fics sdfghjdfghj I got really excited with this because!! It's been such a long time since I wrote a xreader fic and I never tried to make it a tickle fic before so yaaaaay! I really hope you like this! <;33

I went for the neutral gender reader. Around 3.000 words. Can be viewed as platonic or romantic. No proofreading so some parts can be a bit confusing. Have a nice week :D

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“Are you having fun, yet?”

The sudden raspy, robotic voice probably would scare you if it wasn’t the third time Moon questioned the same thing, his voice coming upwards and not so far away from your spot, showing that he decided to test the metallic cabs this time. You sighed, half exasperated, half amused as you took another sharp turn, ducking behind and under a few tunnels from the playground in hopes of throwing him out of your back. Finally opting for crouching under a yellow slide, you squinted at the animatronic as he headed the opposite direction of your hidden spot, trying to not step on a bunny plushie forgotten there - probably another squeaky toy, those seemed to be appearing just about everywhere these days. - Maybe Moon’s heat vision was malfunctioning? You made a mental reminder to come back to this later after all the tests were over.

Of course, if your superior knew that the way you both decided to conduct the tests to see if his new updates were running smoothly and correctly was through a series of games that somehow came to a heated Hide and Seek in the dark, you knew you would be listening a lot from her. However, how could you shut down Moon’s excitement by forcing him to repeat previously cataloged movements and answer thousands of redundants questions about ‘Are you having any problems staying still in the air? Spin non stop for one minute. Are you having any problems to stay still now? Spin non stop for two minutes changing from going from left to right and vice versa at every twenty seconds. Are you hav-’.

Yeah, you couldn’t exactly blame the petulant scoff that left the calmer daycare attendant when he read the first page of the tests, just as you couldn’t find in yourself any regrets for letting you to be dragged to his shenanigans when that gaze - usually so bored or tired - stared at you with a new chaotic light.

That is how you ended up in this situation, eyes following the blue form of Moon as he moved across the play area with his new suspension cabs, jumping on the playground to look inside the tunnels and around the climbing structure before floating in the air with a few pirouettes, probably enjoying the feeling of the exciting freedom that came with his new update.

The new system was created in an attempt to attract more kids and make Moon an even more visually more appealing character for the younger ones - who would, as consequence, convince their parents to spend more and more in marketables and tickets on the Daycare - since they have been receiving complaints from clients of how much ‘strict’ and ‘uncaring’ - especially for the kids who refused to respect the, as Moon himself proclaimed, sacred Nap Time - the night themed animatronic was with the children.

It was kind of sad, really, that those guardians focused so much on Sun's excited and energetic demeanor and declared that was the only one personality fitted to take care of kids. How they ignored the way Moon would create a schedule every day before the shopping opened so every kid would have a chance to choose a book to read during storytime, how they failed to notice the way he would make different voices for each character even when changing the tune and timbre of his chatterbox didn’t came naturally to him, or even his careful and kind - even if a bit sharp around the edges - actions was when the young ones had a nightmare and he immediately went to comfort them. Just a bit more of attention, or mayhaps just care, and any parent would see how a few shy kids, when the daycare was about to close and guardians waited in a fan of emotions to pick their child and take them home, shuffled closer to Moon and tugged his clothes, thanking him for spending time with them or handing back his noise canceling headphones.

Instead, plenty of clients and even employees kept throwing annoying comments, trying to jab an inexistent rivalry between both of the daycare attendants, receiving back a witted answer from nighthemed robot or an overly excited passive aggressive comment from the day themed one, who would never pass a chance to protect his brother.

So, yeah, you’re not about to deny him a few more minutes having fun with his new update

Besides, the prospect of being able to grab insufferable, careless guardians who shouted complaints at the flickest, stupidest things and throw them far away would be good for Moon’s general health, you’re sure. Not that he would ever do that - or at least you hoped he wouldn’t. Way too much paperwork to even be worth it, - but the fact that he would be able to could bring the true peace to his grumpy heart.

Going back to the present, a quiet chuckle left your mouth as you wrote down a few observations on almost the finished paper you needed to hand to your superior on the next day. Hopefully the support team wasn’t going to have too much work to make the necessary corrections you pointed out. If everything kept occuring well, the daycare attendant would have his new mean of transport in no time.

A cold feeling ran down your spine.

You couldn’t hear the metallic clicking sound of the animatronic moving around anymore.

Mentally cursing your distraction you moved just the slightest from your hiding spot, just to be able to take a better look at your surroundings, a strange chill running across your bones. There was always a strange sensation of electricity and wariness that accompanied childish objects when they were bathed by darkness and complete silence, an aspect that plenty of horror movies liked to play with and that had some scenes of the said ones start to play in front of your eyes. You wrinkled your nose, perhaps you should tune down the whole watching scary movies for a bit.

Another chill danced in cold waves across your nerves, leading the hair in the nape of your neck to stand and an invisible force to turn your head upwards, almost colliding with Moon’s face, which dangled - just like the rest of his body - a few centimeters above you. Even if he didn’t have the need to breathe, you could almost be sure a puff of air hit your features when the aforementioned opened his mouth, a pleased grin on his face.

“Found you. ~”

Things happened way too fast after that.

A blink and you stumbled to be in your feet.

A blink and the animatronic had to quickly retreat to not be headbutted.

Blink. You were running, excited giggles filling the air. Blink. You heard a soft ‘thump’ behind you, followed by quick footsteps. Blink and you impulsioned yourself forward, fuelled by the sinister snickers that got closer and closer to you.

Blink and something made you lose your ground.

A high pitched squeak echoed as your body fell to meet the cold floor of the daycare, your eyes catching a glimpse of something rubbish for a piece of seconds.

Those fucking cursed squeaky toys-

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Please don't apologize it's okay 💜💜! I'd be happy that you read it one year in the future or at any point my sweet friend!! 🥰

Right from the get-go, I LOVE this opening and the sheer amount of floral imagery. It feels like "L-O-V-E" by Natalie Cole lol, and it's so sweet that this represents her and Ben finally getting together and how her powers respond. 💗

Yes, this was exactly what I wanted for this opening!! I really wanted to introduce a chapter where the two of them aren't fighting for their lives and they're just having a nice moment at home. I felt like they both deserved it after everything 😅😊

I'm sensing a theme here with this reader loll. Darren Part 2? 🤢🤮

Girl, YES lmao. Newton is the WORST. I'm thinking about having Newton drop in later in a one-shot just so that Ben can put him in his place. I love watching that man beat up walking trash cans LOL🤣

Goooodddddammmmn. 4 hours?? He really is a super soldier. 😏

Oh definitely. He's got a few ENHANCEMENTS -ahem- that the reader deserves after the past month she's had 😉 That supe stamina really coming in clutch. 😮‍💨🔥

But seriously I love the glimpses of softness peaking through for Ben in this chapter. After everything these two have gone through, this feels right. 💕

Thank you! I really wanted to write a little bit of fluff and give Ben some more softness that has shown up just a little bit in this series. It's definitely difficult to work it in for Ben (as you know 💗), but I think that he really does have the urge to be a little softer, even if he's not sure how to do that exactly lol. And this chapter is really full of all the warm fuzzies lol.

Hmm I really like that she tells him this, because it's honest, and she pairs it with gentleness. I also have a habit of writing "the truth wrapped in a gentle touch" with Ben.

I really like this line too! Because I have this headcanon that Ben also holds things he's done in the past close to his chest, even if he doesn't show it, he is effected by what he's done (a little bit like Dean). I think we get to see a little bit of that when he's in the motel with Hughie and he says "I didn't mean to kill those people."

And I really wanted the reader to reassure him that even though it is something that he's not proud of, that she's "accepted" it and moved on. I also think it's her way of trying to help him let go of the things that weigh him down. It is definitely "the truth wrapped in a gentle touch." Because again, I feel like Ben is also starved for a different kind of affection and he doesn't realize it. That he really does want something other than sex, but he's never opened up or realized what it would look like to have a relationship like that. (At least in my head it's that way lol). I mean, I don't want to turn him into Dean, but I really do think that there are some similarities that overlap (not just the actor 🤣) between Dean and Ben.

Awww I love that she's teaching Ben about love languages and Quality Time. 😭 Literally that's one of the biggest things I'd want in my boyfriend/husband--being able to just "exist" together and do day-to-day life together.

I know 😭 I'm not going to lie, this part was a little self serving LOL, but It's what I want my future boyfriend/husband to do for me too! Because there really is something romantic about being in the same space and just "exist," like you said! Not having any expectations or stress, just being there for one another even if you're not talking.

Oooh my God, have we talked about hands before? Because I feel like we have. But there's just something about a man's hands (Dean's, SB's, Beau's, Russell's hands)... 🫠🫠

Ummm YES PLEASE! Girl, we talked about the DIY guy in your fic 'Twas The Night, and that is apart of the appeal. The hands that are worn and rough by hard work. Sign 👏🏻 Me 👏🏻 Up👏🏻

Aww Ben's having trouble with that big L word, isn't he? Not surprising, but something tells me he'll be able to figure it out before the end. 💓

He'll be able to say it one day for sure! 😊 Will the first time possibly be a one-shot? Who knows? 😏

I'm so glad you loved it friend!! Their relationship has just been so fun to write and thank you so much for all your wonderful comments!! 💜

Chapter 16: I Thought I Was In Love Before

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV, Soldier Boy POV

Summary: When you decided to work with Butcher and his merry band of supe hunters to take down Homelander, you neve expected to be saddled with a sullen, grumpy, jerk like Soldier Boy when the job was done. The more you're around him the more you hate him, but you can't help but wonder, is he really as big a jerk as you think? Reader is a supe with plant powers. This takes place in an AU about a month after the end of The Boys Season 3, in which Butcher has let Soldier Boy continue to work with him on his team. (I'm real bad at summaries, please forgive me!)

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Soft Ben/ Soldier Boy, Protective Ben/Soldier Boy

Word Count: 10.3K

Warnings: I'm going to label this 18+ because Soldier Boy (he's a warning and everyone knows it), IMPLIED SEX, Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Sexual Innuendo, Heavy Petting? Making Out, Nudity, Illusions to Sex, A little bit of self-deprecating thought. Ben/Soldier Boy might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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A/N: This chapter is really just a whole lot of fluff and a bit of cheeky spice, that I couldn't help but write. I figured the two of them really needed just a chapter where someone wasn't being tortured, someone almost died, someone was hurt, or them fighting lol. ENJOY!

There were more flowers in your entire apartment than in New York City on Valentine's Day, and you were sure that come morning there would be more flowers in here than what grew on the East Coast in the middle of spring.

Roses exploded from the bush in the corner splashing pinks and coral petals onto the floor, Lily of the valley dipped from outstretched stalks, honeysuckle, lavender, and lilac smiled from the pots on top of your dresser, and the gardenia on your bedside table filled the room with the sweet-smelling aroma. Even the pothos vines that trailed along your walls were brighter and greener, creeping along to secure your curtains while the Jasmine vines that crept up the wall behind your bed shed the white blooms over where Ben and you were laying.

You were sure that you had Jasmine smashed against your skin and threaded in your hair, but you weren't complaining. There was nothing to complain about, not if every time Ben took you to bed was anything like what had happened over the past four hours.

The number of men you'd slept with was in no way extensive, you could count it on one hand, which meant you weren't drawing from a wide range of experiences, not to mention that it had been probably over a year since you'd slept with someone, but Ben easily blew them out of the water.

Usually after you were with someone, you'd compare them to Newton, only because it was the longest relationship that you'd had and really the only guy you'd ever loved. When you'd finally slept with Newton, you'd thought that because you loved each other the sex was supposed to be good… but each time you were disappointed.

You could remember every awkward fumble of Newton's hands on your chest, every slobbery kiss, every time he said that he was "too tired" to return the favor, and every single time you felt unsatisfied while he turned over happy and drifted off while you tried to think of a way to muster up the courage to tell him that you wanted to try something new or at least tell him that you weren't happy.

Not being happy with Newton seemed to be a recurring theme and you didn’t know why you’d stayed with him as long as you did. Perhaps it was because you thought that it was true love, just as Ben stayed with Countess because he thought that was what love was like.

Turns out the two of you had just been waiting to find each other, and you couldn’t have been happier.

Nothing about the way Ben touched you was awkward or hesitant, it was confident, practiced, and just rough enough to give you a glimpse of how strong he really was. The way he kissed you was all consuming, as if he wanted to drink you in, swallow you whole until there was nothing left of you, as if he couldn't help himself but crash into you.

And Ben refused to let you touch him, until after he'd made you fall apart more times than you could count, whimpering, gasping, and screaming his name into the warm air of your bedroom with your hands tangled in his dark hair.

Not to mention you'd never get tired of the moans and breathy groans of your name on his lips. It made you feel powerful seeing Ben that way and hearing him say your name like that. Knowing that you were able to do that to him, to make him feel good the same way that he made you feel like you'd transcended to another plane of human existence. And you didn't think that you'd be able to stop anytime soon.

It was enough to make you regret making him wait for as long as you did. Maybe a part of you thought Ben was all talk, that there was no way that he was as good as he said he was, but you didn't expect Ben to know exactly what you needed as if he could see inside your head. And even though Ben said he wasn't gentle and didn't think that he could "make love" to you, what he just did for four hours came close.

Because he had unmade you, destroyed you, and then the shattered remains that pieced back together after he took you apart cell by cell was filled with so much love and ecstasy that you didn’t know where it all came from.

You'd never felt this way about anyone else in your entire life. Just as Ben thought he'd loved Countess, you thought that you loved Newton, but the way you felt about Ben was nothing compared to how you felt about your ex.

You weren't sure if you'd ever feel this way about anyone else ever. At the back of your mind the realization that you could potentially live as long as Ben did was hovering there and the truth was that you could see yourself spending all that time with Ben. You could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. He was the only one you wanted and you hated how long it took you to admit it to yourself.

But there was a little twinge of something deep down that worried you Ben couldn't commit 100%, and then Ben would do something uncharacteristically soft and it would make you believe whole heartedly that he could.

And even if Ben couldn’t say that he loved you the traditional way, you knew he did. You saw it in the way he held you, saw it in the way he brought you coffee, saw it in the way he walked with you to and from work, and you saw it in the way he cared for you.

There weren't any casualties tonight, except the shower curtain and the rod. The shower had been a good idea in theory to cool off and clean up, until you grabbed the shower curtain and ripped the rod from the wall when Ben twisted his hips in a way that made you see stars.

You suppose that you had instigated it, after you laughed at Ben's inability to fit in your shower, and Ben took it as a challenge, but your plants had been spared.

And you were happy that your headboard had survived, it was antique, and you loved it, but there were a set of divots in the drywall behind the bed that made you hope that Mike wasn’t home and had witnessed what had caused them.

Though you had a sneaking suspicion that Ben had done that on purpose. It wasn't a secret to you how possessive and jealous Ben was, especially not after the way you'd seen him act around Jake. It was a trait that you'd never found attractive until you met him.

But there was something about the Ben’s jealousy and his almost primal need to claim you in every way he knew how that made you want him even more.

You hear Ben mutter your name faintly, breaking through your internal monologue.

You weren't up for moving now, your heart was thunderous against your rib cage, your limbs felt like jelly, and there was a layer of sweat coating your skin. You were laying on your back in your bed where the two of you had ended up, staring up at the ceiling in your bedroom trying to catch your breath, with the sheets and blankets tangled and thrown haphazardly off the sides at your feet.

And despite everything you thought about Ben, you never expected him to want to be close after sex, but he was laying on his side beside you, looking at you with a worried expression. His hand probes along your right wrist to catch your attention.

“Hmm?” You breathe because you can't seem to form words at the moment.

"You doing okay there Petals?" Ben looks smug, but you can hear worry slip into his voice.

It made you smile to yourself, because as rough and prickly as Ben's outer exterior was, you knew how much he cared about you even if he was unwilling to admit it aloud.

You take in a deep breath to find your voice and calm your heart. “Are you asking if you broke me with your dick? Or if you killed me with the almost Olympic level sex?”

Ben chuckles, propping himself up so he could stare down at you, his dark hair is falling forward over his forehead, and he's studying you with his green eyes.

He looks handsome. Ben always did, but here in bed with you, he looked normal, happy, and content. After the shower, his hair no longer had all the product that had been in it for the event at Vought, and after how many times you'd run your fingers through it, it was more tousled and scrunched than usual, but you loved it. He looked more like him again, not like the man that Vought had dressed up for the event. He looked like the man you'd fallen in love with.

You wondered if Ben noticed and liked that you looked more like you now, well, you as if you'd run ten miles. You were sure that your hair was a mess tangled and matted against the pillows, your cheeks flushed, and covered in sweat.

How the fuck can he look so good after doing that for four hours? Its unfair. I probably look like I've spent the past four hours trapped in a tornado while Ben looks like he's ready for a photoshoot for Vanity Fair.

"Because I never wanted to go to the Olympics, but I wouldn't mind going with you every once and a while." You cough out a laugh, still trying to catch your breath.

"Only once in a while?" Ben smirks. "Because you sounded like you'd be okay going every night not to mention it sure looks like you wouldn't mind going." He gestures to the blooms strewn around the room, before pulling one of the small, white fragrant flowers from your hair.

"Shut up."

Ben only laughs at you, flicking the flower away . "We can go whenever you want." He trails his fingertips against your cheek, brushing back some of the hair that was stuck to the flushed skin. “But you're okay? Sometimes I lose control-.”

“Some women like that.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” He rolls his eyes at you and the hand that pushed your hair away cups your cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Ben's voice is soft and serious, his brilliant green eyes searching your face and then trailing down your naked body to look for injuries that you don't have.

Sure, you were a little bit sore, but it was a good sore, something that you wouldn't mind feeling all the time. The kind of sore that was satisfying to wake up to.

“Well when we first met-“ You begin to say, remembering when Ben had you by the throat and was preparing to rip you in half when he changed his mind and threw you across the room the day Homelander went on ice.

It was an odd first meeting and given how much Ben and you argued it seemed fitting that the two of you met how all great loves should, mid-fight.

You’d always wondered why Ben didn’t just kill you when he had the chance. It would have been one less headache for him to face that day. You remember looking into his eyes and seeing the anger and rage within, feeling just a feeling a shiver of fear skate down your spine when you realized it might be the last thing you ever do. It was honestly the only time that you'd ever been afraid of him. Pushing Annie out of the way had been worth it, knowing that you saved your best friend's life made your sacrifice worth it, but Ben hadn't killed you.

Ben swallows your next words, his lips moving fervently against your mouth, rough, with just a tickle of his beard against your cheeks. Honestly, your lips were already swollen and a little bruised, not to mention you had beard burn in a few places, but you weren't complaining and like hell you were going to stop doing something that felt so good.

“Don’t fucking bring that up again. I hate that I hurt you.” Ben winces when he admits it, but his hand gently traces the gentle curve of your throat, a frown gracing his perfect lips as if he can imagine the bruised handprint you had for weeks later.

You'd caught him looking at the mark sometimes whenever you were on mission in those weeks together, but despite how the two of you had met, you weren't afraid of Ben. Sure, he had tried to kill you, but you'd done the same thing, so you'd figured the two of you were even. Plus, Ben annoyed you more than he scared you, and you didn't believe for one second that Ben would hurt you on purpose.

Ben might have been rough, but you didn't believe that he would ever find pleasure in hurting you or that he would beat you into submission if you pissed him off.

“It’s our history Ben.” You smile raising your hand to push his hair back, brushing your thumb over his cheek in a gesture that makes his lean subconsciously into your touch. “You can’t change it."

He frowns with a sigh, the green of his eyes lightening in the light from your bedside table lamp.

"Why didn't you kill me that day?" You whisper. "You didn't know me-"

Ben's expression turns to something that almost looks like shame for a moment, before it hardens. "You didn't belong there."

"Where?"

"In all that shit. I could see it in your eyes. I-" His jaw tightens. "I'd never seen someone like you before."

"Like me? Is this when you go back to insulting me again?" You snort.

"No. I-" He bites back his next words. "I've met other supes before, the ones that you said act like gods, the ones like my bastard son but you were-.” Ben huffs out a frustrated breath. “I don't fucking know you were just different, and I didn't want to-" Ben looks conflicted as if he can't find what to say.

Although you usually found Ben’s awkwardness in conversations when they got too personal cute, a part of you broke for him. You wondered if he’d been like that his whole life. If Ben had lived in a world, where he couldn’t open to anyone without an internal monologue from an unseen entity telling him that he was being a “pussy.” You remembered what your grandmother said about Ben’s father, and it only made your heart break more for him.

You made a promise to yourself right then and there that even if it took decades you were going to make Ben comfortable telling you what he was really feeling and thinking. You wanted Ben to know that it didn't make him weak to express emotion that way, that you thought it didn't make him less of a man to talk to you.

Your hand slips from his cheek trailing to curve around the back of his head, bringing his face to yours so you can kiss him, pouring as much emotion as you can into it. "It's okay." You murmur against his lips with a small smile. "I understand."

"You do?" He looks surprised.

"Yes.” You nod, trailing your fingertips in his hair. “No one else has ever said that to me or cared to notice. I think I wanted to be a part of that world because of Annie, to be closer to her, but I don’t belong in it. Even after everything that happened with Elijah and Darren-”

“No, you don’t.” Ben doesn’t say it cruelly or with disdain or in a way to belittle you, instead he says it with a sigh, his hand finding your hip, trailing his thumb over the curve of your pelvis. "I want better for you than this."

"This?"

"You working for Butcher, working fifty jobs, coming back to this shitty apartment-"

You lock your arms around the back of his neck with a laugh. "We talked about this, I like our apartment."

Ben's entire body freezes where he's laying next to you, the thumb that was circling your pelvis coming to a halt. "You said our."

"Yes I did." You smile up at him, seeing the way his green eyes have brightened with the word. "The shitty apartment is half yours now."

"What a dream come true." Ben rolls his eyes. "At least at Vought it would have been quieter-"

"I think that Mike's screeching adds to the ambiance." You joke, loving the way his hair falls between your fingers and how Ben seems to lean into your touch before he can stop himself, that he reacts that way to you touching him just as you react to him touching him. But your smile turns sympathetic. "Poor Mike. I'm going to have to get him some noise canceling headphones-"

Ben's eyes darken to an emerald. "Let him listen, maybe he'll learn something. Plus, I did warn him my girl was kinda loud."

"Is that what I am?"

"Yes." Ben smirks. "Fucking finally."

You roll your eyes. "The way we started might have been rocky, but I like where we ended up."

“I do too, but I wish we had ended up here sooner.” His smile turns more into a smirk. Ben's hand grips your waist possessively, sliding you further across the bed towards him so he's leaning over you. “Told you it would be good. We could’ve been doing this since the day we met sweetheart.”

“Patience is a virtue.”

“That I’ve never had.” Ben hesitates, something flashing through his eyes so quickly that you can't place it. “But you’re okay?” It comes out quiet, and you watch his gaze drop again to your body to check for injuries.

“No.” Ben’s eyes widen at your answer, before you smile and bring his face back down to yours, the words a breath upon your lips. “I’m better than okay, I’m with you.”

The look on his face breaks you, it's so honest, so unlike the usual hardened façade he wore that it made it difficult to breathe. It reminds you of the way your father looked at your mother whenever he'd get home from work, or when the two of them would sway back and forth in the kitchen to an ABBA song, and when he looked at her like she was his entire world and nothing else mattered.

You never thought that you'd want to see Ben look at you like that or that he would ever look at you that way, but now his green eyes are bright and happy, meeting yours and it made you feel so warm that you were sure you would just melt off the bed and into a puddle.

It was what you had imagined when you thought about falling in love with someone else, the past four hours had been exactly that too. It was the romance that you wanted, the one that you tried to use to block off Ben’s countless attempts to try and sleep with you.

And you couldn't have been happier.

"Are you okay?" Your smile turns more into a smirk. "No broken hip or anything? Because at your age I'd think that it's a hazard. Didn't think an old man could do any of that without serious injury."

Ben's gaze turns murderous, something dark shining in his eyes that makes your throat tighten. "You're gonna regret that Petals."

"Oh, am I?" You tangle your fingers in his dark locks, your smirk growing. It brought you joy to make him so angry, to annoy him as much as he annoys you.

"Yes." He growls into your mouth pinning you to the bed, his body caging you in against the tangled sheets and blankets. Ben's eyes are glinting darkly in the light and makes you lose all feeling in your legs. "You are."

A little while later, Ben traces your lips softly with his thumb as you try to catch your breath. You were honestly beginning to fade in an out of sleep, and there was a pleasant ache along your limbs that made you smile with every drag of his fingertips against your skin.

“Petals?”

“Yes Gramps?”

"Don't call me that."

"I think it's cute." You sigh. "I like how out of touch you are with everything. It's adorable."

"I'm not adorable." He huffs.

"Yes, you are Gramps."

Ben rolls his eyes, but then laughs under his breath as if he thinks it's ridiculous to try and stop you.

Good, he's learning.

“Will you say it again?” He whispers.

“Gramps?” You joke.

“No.” Ben sighs heavily and jostles your exhausted body to make you stop, but it only makes you laugh at him.

“Say what?”

“What you said before.”

“Ben, I can’t really remember where I am right now so I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific.”

“When we were at Vought.”

You press your lips together in concentration trying to understand what he means. You'd said quite a few things to him tonight, things that you'd moaned while gripping his shoulders so tight that you would have left bruises on anyone else, and you try to think of what specifically he could be talking about.

What does he mean- Oh.

“I love you.” You say it without hesitation, without looking away from his gaze, and without regret. You didn’t hate yourself for falling in love with him and you didn’t want to deny yourself of him anymore. Not when he was holding you close with a softness that Ben had said he was anything but, not when Ben took the time to care about what you liked, and not when Ben seemed truly happy for the first time since he’d been out of Russia.

Ben leans down to kiss you, but this time it’s not rough, it’s not him in a frenzy taking what he wants, it’s gentle and turns hungry the longer his lips are against yours, his hands roaming places along your body that make you sigh and reach up grip his shoulders as an uncontrollable moan slips from your mouth.

If it was always going to be like this you were sure that you’d become insatiable, but you were never going to admit that to Ben. As if you needed to stroke his monumental ego.

Plus, you had a feeling that Ben already knew that.

“Do you believe me?” You murmur against his lips, shuffling your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, looking up at him with a gentle smile.

“Yes.” Ben whispers. “Because I know you wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

“I wouldn’t ever do that to you Ben. I want you to know that. And I wouldn't manipulate you into being something you're not-"

“I know.” He traces the soft angles of your face with his rough fingertips, sending goosebumps over your skin. “You’re nothing like her.”

He didn’t have to say Countess’s name for you to know who he’s talking about. The last thing you wanted was for Ben to believe that you were telling him you loved him to manipulate him to do something or become something he wasn’t.

“I hope not.”

“It’s what I like about you.” Ben continues. “You’re soft."

"Soft?" You raise an eyebrow trying to figure out if it was an insult.

He nods. "All the other supes I meet act like they have something to prove, but you-" Ben sighs. "You're different. You're kinder, even when you shouldn’t be.”

“Shouldn’t be?” You ask mildly confused.

“I-“ Ben hesitates as if what he’s about to say is difficult for him. “What you said that night at the fundraiser is true, I’m not this man. I’m not-“ His expression turns dark for a moment and you realize that Ben was about to say Jake’s name. Ben's jaw tightens and you can see how difficult it is for him to say what comes next. "But fuck Petals you make me want to be that man. I don't think anyone else ever has."

You could feel your eyes beginning to water with the emotion that swelled in your chest. You'd never heard Ben admit something like that, never heard him say that he wanted to be better for you.

“Ben, look at me.” You whisper cupping his cheeks to raise his gaze from your chin. “I don’t want Jake. I want you. I know what kind of man you are. I trust you-“

“But you shouldn't-“ Ben presses and it reminds you of the same thing he said to you before he took you to your bedroom.

“Why do you think that?”

“Because I’ve done terrible things. I’ve killed people, tortured others,-“

"I've killed people too-"

"Not for the same reasons. You killed them because they were going to hurt you."

You gently push his hair back from his face. “Ben?”

“Yeah?” He's frowning, eyebrows furrowed together, and you kiss away the frown on his perfect lips.

“I know you. I know about the things you’ve done. I’ve seen the darkest parts and I love you anyway. All the little pieces of who you are make you… you. You wouldn’t be the man I love if you didn’t have them."

“But-“

“No buts.” You squish his cheek and Ben gives you an annoyed look that only makes you snort. He was going to need to get used to your antics if he was going to survive living with you. “Everything you’ve done, the choices you made, the things that have happened to you, shaped the man I fell in love with and brought you to me. No one is perfect Ben. Everyone is flawed, it’s what makes us human. But sometimes the flaws are the best part. So please don’t hide who you are from me, because you think you have to. You’re not going to scare me away.”

“How can you say that when I’m so different than you?”

“Because you’re forgetting all the important parts I love about you.”

“Which are?”

“Well now it kinda feels like you’re fishing for compliments Gramps.” You joke and this time the ends of Ben’s mouth quirk up in a half smile. “You protect me, you take care of me, you always listen when I’m talking and you actually remember some of the things I say, you pay attention to what I like, you try to make me laugh with your disgusting sense of humor-“

“You know you like it Petals.” Ben smirks.

“And you annoy me.”

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “Doesn’t seem to be a good thing. Annoying you.”

“It is.” You giggle. “Because no one else annoys me quite like you do.”

“You’re so fucking weird.” Ben says, but it's not hostile, he says it with love, almost as if he can't believe how lucky he is.

“I love you too Ben.” You pull his face down to yours, cupping his cheeks with your hands and feeling the beard scratch and scrape against your palms.

“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” He murmurs, trailing his kisses down to your jaw.

“Pretty much everyone you’ve met is from another century so-“

Ben raises his head to glare at you. “You annoy me too.”

“And you see it as a good thing right?” You tap him on the nose.

“Fuck no.”

The bed shakes with your laughter, Ben is still leaning over you, his right hand pushed into the sheets next to your head, his body resting comfortably beside you. You could feel how warm he was, the weight of his body like a warm blanket, and you knew that you could get used to this. You wanted this life with Ben so badly it burned through your body like wildfire. It made your heart ache, just as it used to when you thought about having a romance like your parents, your grandparents, and Annie and Hughie. When you’d think about finding the person who seemed perfect for you in every way.

Funny, given that Ben seemed to be the opposite of you, but that was why the two of you fit so well together.

“You never listen to me, you always argue, you always find something I’ve done to complain about-“ Ben continues.

“Are you going back to insulting me? Because it wasn't exactly fun for me earlier when you yelled at me."

“Give me a fucking minute.”

You wait.

His voice shifts to something a little gruffer almost confused. “You don’t ask me for anything.”

It was probably the last thing you thought he was going to say. If anything, you thought he was going to say that you’re always covered in dirt.

"What?"

“Countess she always-“ Ben frowns. “She was always asking me for shit. Jewelry, clothes, a new car. I always got what she asked because I thought that’s what you do for someone you care about, but you always fight me whenever I try to buy something for you. I don't understand you."

"You've said that before-"

"I know, but it's true. I've never fucking understood you." He smiles when he says it.

"That's okay, you have time to figure it out."

Ben hesitates, his hand tracing your arm. "I guess you do too."

The comment is paired with another rare soft smile, the kind of smile that you wanted to make him have every day for the rest of your life, and you understood why he was smiling like that. Because Ben was allowing himself to be comforted by the idea that he wouldn’t have to worry about losing you, that he wouldn't have to be alone and that you would be with him for as long as he was alive.

Something inside ripped open and you felt your eyes begin to water with the weight of his words, because Ben was saying that he wanted to be with you as long as you wanted to be with him.

"Yeah." You breathe. "I guess I do."

You contemplate for a minute what he said about Countess asking him for things. "Honestly, I do like gifts, but I like gifts that mean something." You sit up, gently pushing him off you, so you can gesture to the bookshelf standing proudly on the other side of your bedroom, the one that Ben bought you at IKEA. "Like the bookshelf."

"I bought you a diamond necklace and you liked the bookshelf more?" Ben sighs incredulous.

"Yeah." You laugh. "I've needed a bookshelf for ages, but I never was able to afford one. Do you have any idea how long I've had piles of books? Years. And-" You shrug your shoulders, gently taking Ben's hand in yours, rubbing your thumb over the hardened ridges and rough patches. You couldn't go long without touching him, you were realizing that about yourself and now that you were finally allowing yourself to touch him you weren’t sure when you would be able to stop. "I've also always thought that spending time with someone else is more special than big extravagant gifts."

"Really?"

You nod.

"Why?"

"Because I think there's something wonderful about just existing with someone, of inhabiting the same space and doing nothing at all. Of sinking into someone and just being there." You could feel your cheeks flushing. "When we watch a movie or when we sit and read together or when you walk with me to the plant shop, I like things like that. Spending time together without expectations or a sense of urgency. Taking the time out of your day to be with someone else. And it doesn't have to be sex either-"

"Are you saying that you didn't like the sex?" Ben raises an eyebrow. "Because you certainly sounded like you-"

"No! I-" Your cheeks flush. "I liked the sex."

"Thought so." Ben smirks.

"You're insufferable." You roll your eyes at him, considering what to say next. "I know that it's a little different than the girls you've met in the past, and I know that it might seem a little strange, but you didn't have to take me to Vought to impress me or win my love or something."

Ben looks confused.

"I mean, if you'd shown up on my grandmother's doorstep with a giant box of greasy Chinese food, a cheap bottle of wine, and a small bouquet of flowers I would have been equally happy."

"Really?"

"Mhmm." You continue to trace your fingers over the palm of Ben's hand, loving the way it feels in yours. "You've got some big hands there mister."

"There isn't anything small about me Sweetheart, you know that. Got to see firsthand" Ben teases sitting up and leaning towards you with a smirk that makes you roll your eyes. He takes your free hand in his left brushing his thumb over the palm. "Yours are kinda small."

"Sorry sasquatch, we can't all have meat hooks."

"I like it." He murmurs.

"That you've got meat hooks for hands?"

"No, I like how small your hands are." He smiles crookedly at you in a way that makes your breath catch.

"Why?"

"Just take the compliment Petals."

"Well, no one has ever complimented my hands before so…"

"I'm sure that I can give a compliment to every part of your sexy body.”

"If you're about to start talking about my ass again, Ben I swear I'm going to lock you in a tree."

“Songs should be written about it. I’m just stating the obvious.”

You shake your head at him and continue to stroke your thumb over his palm while Ben does the same thing. He was being surprisingly gentle, holding your hand as if it was a fragile bird that could fly away at any moment.

“Why do you like my hands?”

Ben is quiet for a moment. “I don't know I kind of like how delicate they are, and I like how you always seem to have some dirt on them-“ Ben smooths his thumb over your palm. “I like how small they look in mine.” He mutters more to himself than to you.

“Ben?” You whisper.

He glances up, an ashamed look on his face. “Yeah?”

“I like how they look in yours too.”

“Really?”

You nod before you look back down at his hands with red cheeks. “I like how big yours are because they feel solid, strong, but also just a little bit gentle.” You could feel yourself blushing all over again. “When we first met, I didn’t think you could be, but you are.”

Ben scoffs.

“Stop.” You look up at him. “You don’t have to pretend right now, it’s just you and me.” You whisper, squeezing his hand encouragingly. "I know that you think that you have to be this tough, no feelings, jerk or playboy or toxic masculinity poster boy, but you don’t. Not around me. I love you and you opening up to me more is not going to make me stop or think less of you. You can tell me how you feel without me judging you."

The look in Ben’s eyes softens for a moment.

“I like the way you are when you’re around me.” You continue in a whisper. “You always seem softer and a bit happier.”

Ben doesn’t answer immediately, instead he continues to let you stroke along his hands. “I-um-I” He clears his throat. “I like who I am around you too.”

Your cheeks warm with his confession.

Ben clears his throat still looking down at your hand watching the gentle movement of your thumb against his skin. "Look, I-" He pauses. "I wasn't just trying to impress you."

"When?"

"At Vought."

"Then why-"

"I don't want you to worry about any of this shit anymore."

"What shit?"

"Paying rent, buying groceries that aren't name brand, walking because you can't afford a car-" Ben sighs. "Fuck, the day we went to IKEA, and you looked at the price of that couch, I hated how you looked and-"

"Ben it's okay. I budget things and it works out. I'm used to it-"

"But I'm not. It's not okay." His hand tightens in yours. "And I don't want you to worry about any of it."

"But-"

"No 'buts' Petals. "

"I don't want you to pay for everything all the time!" You shout.

"Why not?"

"Because it's your money-"

"Not anymore. You're my girl and that means you're not going to worry about any of it as long as I'm here."

"Do you think you're going to stay a long time?" You say it hesitantly, the part of you deep down that worried Ben couldn't be in an exclusive relationship rearing its ugly head all over again.

"As long as you want me here." The determination in Ben's eyes makes your heart stutter a beat, but there was just a little bit of something behind his gaze, something that looked like vulnerability, but it vanishes in the heat of his gaze.

"I'm pretty sure that I'm always going to want you here. It's too quiet without you."

“Then I’ll stay.”

Ben pushes you back against the bed, fitting his body over yours like a warm weighted blanket designed especially for you, kissing you with so much enthusiasm you're not sure that you remember how to breathe. You didn't understand how it could be like this, how you could feel this way about him especially after he annoyed you so much.

But just as he reaches down to grab your thighs to pull them up around his hips, your stomach growls loud enough to wake the dead.

Oh, holy fuck that is so embarrassing.

Ben hesitates and looks at you, your cheeks burning a bright red. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Um-" You clear your throat. "I mean I drank some of my latte earlier but-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?"

"I should have known." Ben sighs and extracts himself from the embrace of your thighs, getting up from the bed, and muttering something under his breath that you can't understand. “You always do this.”

"Wait, where are you going?" You ask him as you sit up.

"I'm going to find my fucking phone and order a pizza." He says, running his hand through his hair almost a little angry.

“It’s okay you don’t have to do that-“

“Yes, I do. I mean, fuck Petals, why don’t you ever remember to eat?” Ben grouses.

“Because I have a lot on my mind! A few things happened today, and I was upset because you weren't in the apartment when I got home and-"

Ben leans across the bed to kiss you, securing his large hand at the back of your head. "I'm sorry that you were upset. I swear that I'm going to make it up to you."

"Ben I’m pretty sure that you’ve spent the last four hours making it up to me-“

"Not long enough." He winks in a way that makes your throat tighten. "But let me find my phone.”

"Okay." You reach for his shirt on the floor prepared to help him find it, but Ben's hand comes down to your wrist to stop you. “Let me help.”

"Don't bother getting dressed Petals. This’ll only take a minute." He says with a wide smirk. "And I'm not done with you yet."

You're not sure how you ended up on the couch naked and eating pizza, but somehow that's exactly what happens. When the pizza guy had been buzzed up, Ben had answered the door only wearing a pair of his boxers, his chest still sweaty and his hair tugged in two different directions, but Ben couldn't have cared less.

Honestly, you'd had to stop him from answering the door naked. The guy had no sense of shame, but you figured that someone who had founded Herogasm and spent at least seventy five percent of his week bed-hopping, had probably lost his sense of shame years ago.

Bean and Rex were now sharing the dog bed in the corner, a surprising turn of events, but you hoped that it meant the two of them had sorted out whatever sibling problems they were having.

Ben's arm was thrown over your shoulders, pulling you further into him while you ate a slice of pizza with your head leaning against his arm.

I could get used to this.

You exhale a happy sigh and cuddle further into him. Ben wasn't a cuddler, but he was allowing you to cuddle against his arm. But he seemed to be enjoying himself, eating his own slice while taking sips of a glass of whiskey that he was sharing with you.

Sharing was a relative turn because the one time he gave you a sip, you'd sputtered it all out and almost coughed up a lung while Ben patted you on the back as hard as he dared, laughing all the while at you.

And predictably when Ben and you were done, he pulled you onto his lap, and the only thing you could think of was how wonderful you felt. Being with Ben made you feel vibrant and alive in the best way. He made you feel beautiful and made you feel as if Ben understood you more than anyone else ever had. That he saw through what everyone else called weird or unusual and loved you anyway. It was all you wanted for so long, a man who saw every part of you that others sneered at and fell head over heels.

Ben deepens the kiss, groaning into your mouth as his hands tighten on your hips hard enough to leave bruises, but you don't care. Everything about him felt right, the scruff of his beard scratching against your flushed cheeks, the smell of his shampoo (really yours) floating through the air with every breath you took of him, the soft pillow of his lips urgent as if he wanted to drink you in breath by breath and never come up for air, the rough trail of his calloused hands over your soft skin, and the hardness of his body molding around yours in the best way as you sat on top of him. You didn't feel self-conscious or uncomfortable, you couldn't, not when each time Ben touched you with a reverence as if wanted to savor you, to run his hands over every inch and discover new places that no one had ever been, and make you feel things that no one ever has or ever will.

You're so absorbed in Ben that you don't hear the jingle of keys in the lock of your front door, but you do hear the startled scream.

"What the fuck!" Annie screams as she enters the living room.

"Holy shit! Annie what the fuck are you doing here!?" You screech, diving off Ben and ripping the crocheted blanket off the back of the couch to cover yourself.

Annie had seen you naked before, what she hadn't seen was Ben naked or Ben and you having sex.

Oh, will the nightmare never end?

"I was just coming to find you! I was worried!" She shouts, her hand covering her eyes, but it was too late. You knew that she'd seen everything. And you mean EVERYTHING.

Well, it can't get any worse.

"Hey Annie did you find her and- OH HOLY FUCK!" Hughie exclaims as he enters the apartment behind Annie and immediately slaps his hand over his eyes so loud you can hear the sharp slap of his hand against his face. "I didn’t see anything!"

"Can someone shut the door before Mike comes in here and 'doesn't see anything either!'" You snap, clutching the crocheted blanket tighter against your chest. It was doing little to cover you, due to the wide spaces in between the granny squares, but it was the only thing big enough to cover all of you.

Because that's exactly what this situation needed, my neighbor coming in and getting everything on his Christmas list when he sees me naked on my couch.

"Why try to hide it baby?" Ben shrugs, leaning back against the couch not bothering to cover himself. "I want everyone to see what they can't have." He winks.

You smack him in the face with one of the couch pillows before shoving it into his lap. "You're not helping Ben." You wave a hand and a vine hanging on the back of your door shuts it with a slam.

"What?" Ben leans towards you with a salacious grin. "My girl is fucking gorgeous, should be the star of every wet dream-"

"Ben, I swear I will tie you up and-"

"But we already did that Petals." He grins. "I wouldn't mind doing it again-"

The wave of heat that travels through your body has nothing to do with embarrassment.

"Please do not finish that sentence." Annie interrupts, her hand still covering her eyes. "I'm already scarred for life."

"Join the club." Hughie mutters.

"You wouldn't have been scarred for life if you had just fucking knocked!" You shout at your friend. "Why are you here?"

"I was worried when you ran to the elevators and Ashley finally let me leave that ridiculous party! I tried to call you and you didn't answer, I went up to Ben's apartment and you weren't there, I called your grandmother and she said that she hadn't heard from you, so I figured you were here!"

"You called Di?" Ben asks.

"I was desperate!" Annie sighs. "I wanted to make sure she was okay-"

"Uh-huh well, you can see that she's fine and we were in the middle of something. Unless the two of you want to get another eyeful of my girl's perfect ass, you should clear out-"

"Ben!" You smack him on the shoulder.

"Absolutely, Annie let's go-" Hughie begins to say stepping backward with his hand over his eyes. He gropes through the air blindly trying to find her, but he comes up empty.

"Wait!" Annie removes her hand from her face, giving Ben a once over and not bothering to hide what she was doing.

"What do you have to wait for?" Hughie asks still reaching out for Annie with his eyes closed.

"Annie for fucks sake-" You groan, but Ben seemed to like all the attention.

She gives you a thumbs up. "I want details tomorrow."

It was more of a high five moment and you both knew it, but you weren't going to give her the satisfaction.

"ANNIE!" You huff face blushing an even brighter red. By now you were sure that you were as red as the strawberries that were hanging on the plant on your kitchen table.

"Bye babe!" Annie says cheerfully, pulling Hughie out the door behind her and slamming it.

"I'm going to kill her." You mutter under your breath, but Ben laughs.

"You're going to talk me up right baby?" Ben purrs wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you into him again. His lips fall to your ear, biting your earlobe before he murmurs. "Tell her all about how good I was?"

"Keep talking and I'm going to tell her that I had to fake it for four hours." You threaten.

It was an empty threat, like hell you were ever going to forget what Ben had done to you. And of course, you were going to tell Annie everything tomorrow over coffee or maybe over wine.

Definitely wine. I’m going to need to get a little bit drunk to cope with the thought that Hughie just saw me naked.

"Aww don't be like that Petals. We both know that you didn't fake anything."

“That you know.”

Ben’s gaze turns dark. “Oh really?” His grip on your waist tightens and he starts to pull the crocheted blanket away from your chest.

“Wait.” You say before you get distracted.

“What?” Ben pulls back. "What's wrong?"

"Annie called my grandmother, which means that she may have tried to call me." You look around the room for where your phone could be. It's between the couch cushions behind you and when you look at the screen you see that your grandmother had tried to call you twice, just as you suspected.

"So?"

"She called me. She must be so worried." You push the call button.

Your grandmother answers on the first ring. "Hello?"

"Hey Gran, I'm sorry I didn't pick up. I was-"

"You don't have to explain. I know that you must have been preoccupied." The way she says preoccupied makes your entire body flush bright red.

Oh, sweet baby peony, please tell me that my grandmother didn't watch Ben and me having sex.

"Please tell me that you didn't-" You begin to croak.

"I didn't mean to." She breezes, and she doesn't sound ashamed. "But then Annie called, and I was worried about where you were so I looked ahead a bit and-“

"Oh, for the love of lemon cream pie." You groan, curling up into a ball because that seems the right thing to do after you've found out that your grandmother had a front row seat to see what Ben and you over the past four hours.

The couch shakes beneath you, and you realize that Ben is laughing. You raise your head to glare at him.

"Looks like the cats out of the bag Petals." He croons.

"I will kill you." You narrow your eyes at him.

"Sweet Pea, I was alive when Ben went to yearly herogasms, there really isn't anything I haven't seen." You hear your grandmother say.

"That doesn't matter." You groan, pulling the crochet blanket over your head in shame. "This is mortifying."

"Petals it's okay." Ben rubs your back, but it's not helping. "I did some of my best work, and you really did some-“

"Please do not finish that sentence."

"Honey, I didn't see too much." Your grandmother soothes. "But I am happy you called, because I want to speak to Ben for a moment."

You hold up the phone from underneath the crocheted blanket, remaining inside your cocoon of shame.

I'm never going to be able to look her in the eyes every again. Holy fuck why me? Why me!? I’d rather Mike walk in here while Ben and I were fooling around on the couch.

"Di, what's wrong?" You hear Ben say into the phone, but you don’t come out of your cave.

"What's wrong?" Your grandmother asks calmly. "Oh, let me think for a second… You're a complete MOTHER FUCKING IDIOT!" Your grandmother shouts it so loudly that you could hear it vibrating through the room.

You peel back the crocheted blanket on your head to look up at Ben who seems just as surprised at your grandmother's insult.

"Wait a minute, what did I-"

"No! No talking!" She shouts. "I couldn't have been any clearer, could I? Maybe if I'd hit you over the head with a frying pan it would have cleaned out your ears! Or given your brain a good shake."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about?! I told you what you needed to do. I told you that you needed to come here and what did you fucking do? You broke my granddaughter's heart and went right back to Stan Fucking Edgar!"

Ben's eyes shift to yours and you swear you can see a flicker of regret spark behind his gaze. It makes you reach out and take his free hand, squeezing it to ground him here with you. You knew that Ben felt bad about leaving you like that, you heard it in his voice when he talked to you back at Vought, had seen the regret in his eyes when he told you that he ‘should have been there.’

"That's not-" Ben says half-heartedly, his gaze still on you.

"No! It's exactly what happened."

"Stop anticipating what I'm going to fucking say!" Ben snaps.

"And you stop interrupting me!" Your grandmother shouts back.

"But-"

"Benjamin, you better not fuck this up, because if you do, I will fuck you up." The threat hangs heavy in the air. "Now put my granddaughter back on the phone."

Ben huffs something under his breath and hands you back the phone, fuming. You give his hand another apologetic squeeze.

It was embarrassing enough that your grandmother had seen Ben and you having sex, but now you were mortified that she had yelled at him. You understood that they were friends, but Ben was still your boyfriend.

"Gran you shouldn't talk to him like that." You say into the phone, leaning into Ben's bare shoulder to show him that you weren’t angry with him. "He's apologized and it's okay-"

"It most certainly is not okay." Your grandmother says. "And somebody's got to talk to him like that, so it might as well be me."

"But Gran-"

"No buts sweet pea." She interrupts. "Now I know the two of you are busy today, but I would like you to come out here next week."

"Next week?"

"Yes. It's the annual town fall festival and I've got about a million things to bake, and I could really use the help." Your grandmother states. "Plus, Annie's mother is driving me up the wall about it and it would be nice to have someone here to make sure that I don't kill her."

"Oh okay." You frown and the thought of leaving Ben. The two of you had just finally worked it all out and now you were going to have to go back to Illinois. But you couldn't leave your grandmother high and dry. She needed you there and you loved your grandmother. "Well, I guess Ben can take care of Bean and Rex-

"I want to go." Ben interrupts you.

"Really?" You look at him surprised. "It's not something that you'd-"

"I want to go." He says firmly and this time it's Ben that squeezes your hand.

It made you smile, because you could see that Ben wanted to spend time with you even at something that he'd probably hate every second of.

Fuck, I love him so much.

"Okay. We'll be there." You reply to your grandmother, but you don't look away from Ben.

He's got that soft smile on his face, the one that you want to make him have every second for the rest of your life. You were sure that the same smile was mirrored on your own.

"Perfect. Now get back to doing whatever it was that you were doing, and don't forget to call me when you figure out what day you're going to start driving over."

"Drive? Wouldn't we fly?"

"Nope. For some reason you convince Ben that a road trip will be fun." She says knowingly and you realize that she's seen the future again. “Something about experiencing America in the 21st century.” You can imagine her waving her hand around as if she can’t quite understand.

"That's going to take some getting used to." You groan and wonder how much she had seen of your life. "Gran?"

"Yes, sweet pea?"

"Thank you. For everything."

"You're welcome." You could hear the smile in your grandmother's voice.

She didn’t need you to explain what you meant, she knew that you were talking about last week when she comforted you and tried her darndest to tell you that Ben and you were meant to be together. She had always been so patient with you, and you knew that she loved you just as you loved her. Going home was never a chore or something you dreaded. It was something that filled you with warmth, something that made you feel like you belonged, and the home was filled with the love your grandmother infused through the air with her thoughtful actions and kind words.

"I love you." You smile.

"I love you too sweetie. I'll see you next week."

You sit there in the silence for a moment, lowering the phone from your ear, before you look up at Ben.

"You okay Petals?" Ben drags the crocheted blanket away from your body, before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Yeah. I am." You smile, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to secure him against you. "Can you promise me something?"

"Anything." His hands settle comfortably on your hips, but Ben doesn’t look away from your face.

"That you won’t leave like that again." This time you reach down and pull his right hand up to your chest, directly over your heart so he can feel the gentle beat through his skin.

'Like-"

"Go all radio silent and take all your stuff and just vanish into thin air." You clarify. "I didn't like that. It scared me and I-"

Ben's other hand cups your cheek, pulling your face to his before you can finish your sentence. You can feel how sorry he is, how much he wants to make it up to you. You know deep down that Ben didn’t mean to do that to you, that he only did it because he was trying to push you away, but that didn't make it any less okay.

"I promise." He says into your mouth before nipping at your sore bottom lip and easing the pain with a sweep of his tongue against the soft flesh. "I won't leave like that again."

"Good." But instead of kissing him again, this time you press your forehead into his shoulder with a soft sigh, cuddling into him.

"Tired?" Ben's hand begins to circle at the base of your spine.

"Mhmm. You wore me out old man."

"I thought you were faking it."

"I wasn't faking all of it." You press a kiss into the shadow of his jaw, holding on to him. You wondered if Ben was okay with how clingy you were but given his hand placement you didn't think that it bothered him.

"Thought so." Ben chuckles. "Petals?"

"Hmm?" You hum into his skin, tightening your arms around his neck. He was wonderful and warm in the best way, like the perfect heating pad. Not to mention the way his muscles tensed around your body made goosebumps flicker over your arms. You could feel a wave of happiness and contentment crashing over your head, the longer you cuddled into him.

"Will you promise me something?" He mutters into the top of your head.

"Of course."

He’s quiet for a few moments. "That you won't leave either." Ben whispers it so quietly that you're not sure that you heard him correctly.

You pull back just a few inches to look him in the eye. He looks a little ashamed, and you can practically see the internal self-deprecating monologue inside his head, his face scrunching up in disgust. He opens his mouth, probably to take it back-

Your lips meet his, gentle, unyielding, pouring every emotion you have into it, your hands finding the strands of hair at the nape of his neck to hold him closer to you. You wanted Ben to understand that you would never judge him for that, that he could be vulnerable around you without consequence. And you wanted him to believe how much you loved him and how much he meant to you.

Ben moans into your mouth, pulling you tighter against his chest, your body molding against his in the best way, in the way that Ben only could. His hands were everywhere, trailing warmth in their wake, making the tiredness that you had felt minutes ago fade as you began to burn beneath his calloused palms.

He tasted good, he smelled good, and he felt so damn good that it made you feel like you were catching fire one cell at a time, burning until there was nothing left but stardust.

"I promise Ben." You whisper against his mouth before he swallows the words whole. "I promise that I'll never leave as long as you want me here."

He hesitates, hands stilling on your hips. An odd look crosses his face.

"Ben? What's wrong?" You cup his cheeks, worried about him.

"I-" He swallows, but looks frustrated with himself.

"It's okay." You whisper, brushing your lips against his, understanding exactly what it is that he's trying to say. "You don’t have to say it. I know. I love you too.”

And you did know. You knew that it was difficult for him to admit something like that, but you didn’t care. You knew that Ben loved you as much as you loved him, and that was enough for you.

You settle back down against his chest, holding him close to you.

“Come on Petals, let’s go to bed.” He murmurs into the top of your head.

“Can we just sit here for a few minutes?” You whisper into his throat, nuzzling into his warmth.

Ben’s hand gently trails along your back, holding you steadily on top of him. “Yeah. We can do that.”

And you wondered if Ben liked this as much as you did, if there was a piece of Ben that longed for the quiet moments you loved so much, and the quiet moments when it was just the two of you and no one else.

You feel him press a kiss to your hairline, and it’s enough to send you off into the sweet relief of sleep, swallowed and enveloped in Ben’s warm embrace.

A/N: Just a lovely bit of fluff and a little spice 😉. I really needed to just write a soft Ben and a reader enjoying their time together. 😊 There will be one more chapter that is a little bit of a time jump, but I think it will wrap up the series wonderfully! But don't worry, it won't be the last time I write for this reader and Ben. I have a mini-series planned and a few one-shots planned!

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