#and he thanked ben and told them to keep warm!

[anonymousdandelion]

You know, the first thing we saw the Doctor do was intentionally (albeit in panic mode) abduct a couple of humans, only to try to throw them off the TARDIS a couple episodes thereafter (also in panic mode)

…so I think it’s rather satisfying character growth that the very last thing the First Doctor does, amidst all the panic of his first regeneration, is manage to open the door to make sure that his current couple of humans, whom he accidentally abducted, don’t get left behind.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Happy Saturday, my friend! Your new header looks so nice btw. Love all our boys featured. 💜💜

Ok, you ready for Random Question time?? 😘 I recently did an HC on "Man Flu" (how would Dean, Beau, SB/Ben, and Priestly act when you try to take care of them?). How do you think the boys would take care of the reader when she's sick? **Could be Russell instead of Priestly this time.~

Happy Sunday! I meant to respond to this yesterday but I was on a roll writing a few other things so figured I'd save this for a nice Sunday morning activity. Aw, thank you! I changed it up a little (thank you for the header dimensions btw) and added everyone I write for. I might still tweak it some more but I'm pleased with it for now!

Oooooh good question! Once again, these turned into mini-imagines on me but oh well!

How They Take Care Of You When You're Sick

Dean Winchester

If Dean had a business card it'd read, Hunter. Badass. Professional Worrier. The second he hears a sniffle followed by a clearing throat, he knows what's coming. You'd protest that it's nothing, just a scratchy throat but oh, he knows better. He'd nursed Sam through a childhood of colds to know the difference.

He calls up another hunter to take your hunt to your annoyance but by the evening you're feeling run down. Dean sends you to take a hot shower, your head throbbing the whole time. The hot steam helps a little bit and he's laid out a pair of warm fuzzy pajamas for you change into. You sniffle and carry the box of tissues he left on the counter with you to the bedroom where Dean's propped up extra pillows and gotten out the green flannel blanket you used the nights the bunker got too cold.

"Hungry?" he asks a moment later, carrying a tray in his arms. You shake your head and crawl under the covers, keeping your tissues on the other side of the bed. He hums, setting it down on your bedside table which has been cleared free of books, your chapstick, extra hair ties and phone charger.

He looks like a walking pharmacy, smirking as he watches you watch him pour two green pills into a tiny plastic cup. You don't question it when he hands them to you, letting you take them before handing you a paper cup filled with cool water. You frowned when he stuck a thermometer in your ear, Dean pouting for a split second before jotting it down on a notepad.

"Little fever. Probably going to go up before it comes down. We'll keep an eye on it." You sighed, already regretting every time you took for granted the ability to breathe through a clear nose. "We'll try soup and crackers tomorrow."

"Yes mom," you mumbled, slumping down, Dean chuckling and fixing your blankets. "I'm really okay."

"Beautiful as always, sweetheart," he said, kissing the top of your head when you groaned. "Now get some sleep for me."

"I'm not even tired. S'just a stuffy nose." Dean rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed for a few minutes as he watched your eyelids flutter closed, breathing slow and become rhythmic.

"Sleep easy, sweetheart."

Beau Arlen

When you sneezed three times in succession in the bathroom that morning, Beau shot you a look in the mirror. You just smiled, Beau returning to combing his hair. It was probably just allergies you told yourself. Montana had a lot of plant life that was active in the spring after all.

But when you got home from work, your body was achy, you felt hot and cold at the same time, and you barely changed out of your work clothes into some sweats and Beau's shirt before passing out on the couch.

You woke up when the windows were dark, Beau frowning down at you.

"Hi," you screeched out, wincing at the sound. "How was-"

"I mean this in the nicest way possible, honey, but I've seen corpses that have better color than you." You sat up with a pout, narrowing your eyes.

"That wasn't very nice," you coughed, putting a hand to you chest, doubling over when you hacked.

"You're still a very cute corpse," he joked, rubbing your back. "We're going to the hospital."

"Arlen, n-n-nooo-" You wracked your body, a wet phlegmy sound escaping as you swore you spit up something onto your pants. You glanced up, Beau giving you a bitch face. "Urgent care instead?"

"Hospital. I have to abuse my power as sheriff somehow," he said.

"Beau, I'm fine," you said, his eyebrow raising as you could literally feel the layer of sweat cover your body. You spotted the thermometer on the coffee table behind him, looking back up. "I'm fine."

"I'll make sure to put that on your gravestone," he said, scooping you up bridal style, grabbing your slip on boots by the front door.

"Beau," you groaned, coughing into his chest, body trembling. "It's the flu. I'm fine."

"I'll make sure to include how stubborn she was on there too," he'd say. Thirty minutes later, he'd sit beside your bed, peeling the sweaty hair that was stuck to your face away behind your ear. "How you feeling?"

"....Maybe I was dehydrated...and had a high fever," you mumbled, Beau smiling. "How'd you know?"

"Because I have to tie you down to the bed when you're sick to get you to rest. Literally. The fact you were practically comatose told me you were not doing well, Ms. Fine."

"I'm right as rain," He hummed, helping you sit up when you coughed. "Okay, maybe I'm a little off."

"Baby steps," he said to himself with a smile. "Baby steps."

Soldier Boy

Soldier Boy was not the most...emotionally available man to put it gently. He tried, he really did, but there were certain facts of life you'd come to expect. The man couldn't do a load of laundry to save his life. He got annoyed whenever you asked him to do something that wasn't on his side of the chore chart. If you went out of town, your chores sat idle and well, you knew the first time you got sick, it'd be more of the same.

But on that particular morning, he was giving you a strange look before you could even pour yourself a cup of coffee. You didn't feel great but you could handle a cold.

"Morning."

"Lay down." You tilted your head, Soldier Boy across the kitchen and ripping the mug from your hands. "Go lay down!"

"What are-" You were whisked off your feet, Ben moving way too fast through the house before he set you down like a feather on the mattress. "Ben, honey. I'm not in the mood right-"

"Something's wrong with your breathing," he said, pushing you to lay back. He narrowed his eyes, pressing a finger against your chest. "Your pulse is off too."

"Ben," you said, reaching for his hand as he pulled out his phone. "I have a cold. An itty bitty cold. Don't freak out. I'll take it easy but you got to let me out of bed. I've got work."

He looked at you like you'd grown another head, his head shaking. "Ben-"

"No," he snapped. You sat back against the headboard, his hand clenching. "Your body is not right. Tell me what to do to fix this."

"Ben," you said gently. "Time is the only way it goes away. I'll feel bad for a week and then I'll be better. Okay?"

"My mother used to tell me to rest," he said, almost as if he hadn't heard you. He went to the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth. He yanked on your leg so you were laying more, quickly pressing the washcloth to your forehead. "What else, what else..."

"Ben," you laughed with a tired smile. You grabbed his wrist, smiling up at him. "You want to take care of me?"

"You are not getting out of this bed until your breathing is normal again." You smirked, Ben pouting. "I don't see how this is funny."

"You're right. You can take care of me if that's what you really want."

By the end of the week, Ben had driven you nuts in the best possible way. He hovered constantly, practically setting up a guard station at the bedroom door. He bought a twelve pack of lotion tissues and about 15 bottles of cold medication you told him to return but the man didn't understand you weren't meant to drink the whole damn thing at once. He'd taken to vacuuming and dusting and scrubbing everything down at least twice a day to "suck the germs out of the air" as if that'd suddenly make you no longer ill.

"Benjamin," you said as he changed your sheets for the eighth time that week. You smiled from the chair in the corner of the bedroom, Ben popping his head up.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you said, resting your head against your shoulder. "You make a pretty good nurse."

"Pft, I'm not a nurse. When you're better, don't expect me to pull this crap all the time." You hid your smirk, Ben's eyes glancing down like he did when he was hiding his emotions. You could work on that next.

"Whatever you say, baby."

Russell Shaw

"Oh, no." You wiped your nose, frowning to yourself. A cold. Great. You didn't get sick often but god, you knew how miserable of a person you turned into when you were. At least it was Friday.

By the time work was over, you were ready to veg out in bed with your laptop and a cup of soup.

You stilled when you entered your apartment, an assortment of medicine, tissues, soups, fuzzy socks and a teddy bear sat on your kitchen island. You looked around, grabbing the pepper spray in your purse as you walked around, searching for a sign of your thoughtful intruder.

"Gonna use that-"

You screamed, Russell laughing as he caught your wrist before it could whip around and spray him in the face. "Russell. You scared me."

"Really? Had no clue," he laughed, taking the pepper spray away, giving you a quick hug. "How you feeling?"

"How'd you know I'm sick?" He pointed behind himself to the camera on your front table. "I thought you were in Guatemala. No cell service."

"I was. Doesn't mean I don't check in on you. You have a habit of getting kidnapped-"

"Once, Shaw. Once!" you said holding up a finger. He grinned, taking your bag off your shoulder. "And that was your brother's fault."

"The crew wrapped up the issue quick so I could get back home. Told them you were on your death bed."

"How much did they tease you about being smitten?" you asked, Russell looking past you with a smirk. "Don't do dumb things just to get home faster. It's just a little cold."

"Okay boss but I'm here now and I come bearing gifts. Tell me what you need from me. You want me to coddle you or get the hell out?"

"I'm going to change. Some chicken noodle soup maybe?" He hummed. Fifteen minutes later, you were sat at the kitchen table wearing one of his Rolling Stones hoodies, Russell setting a bowl down in front of you. "Thanks, hun."

"No problem. I'll be back in a few." You'd finished your soup and made your way to the couch by the time he returned, freshly showered. His damp hair was slicked back, lifting your legs on the couch and resting them in his lap "Want to watch something or sleep?"

He'd wait a beat, turning his neck to smile at your sleeping form. "Sleep it is."

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These were so fun and just the break I needed! Please let me know if you guys think these are accurate! 🥰

[puckingeccedentesiast]

Summer Quam's

Description: “It’s like 500 degrees, we are not cuddling!” “But you already threw off all the blankets?!” “I don’t car- STAY ON YOUR FUCKING SIDE!”

Welcome back to thedevilrisen fic's! I am looking forward to writing the more! I think I may be a little rusty, sorry in advance!

Word Count: 1.4k

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Distraught storm clouds rolled over the horizon, their gloomy rumbles accompanied by piercing claps of thunder as blinding flashes of lighting embellishing the cool grey and cinder coloured sky.

With them they brought warm, moist air which was just on the side of uncomfortable, when the summer storm's roll in the humidity dial permanently spins, like a compass without an identifiable magnetic force. The only hope of relief being the rain that would come, days dragged by, elongated as clouds grew larger and larger, dense and weighed down by droplet's begging to be released from their misty prison.

Movement inside the apartment was very little, dehumidifiers hummed in several different rooms, fan's purred as they fought to circulate the hot air. Still nothing changed, the uncomfortably of the night never dulled as the sparkling lights in window's dimmed into a lightless cavity.

However in your apartment, calmness was not achievable not matter what happened. Restlessness was prominent throughout the evening, the constant changing ice packs to keep cool. The refusal to eat hot foods made it very hard for Connor who was trying to make dinner and stick to his meal plan because according to him a pint of Ben and Jerry's was not an appropriate even when you were dying.

Yes. You were told you were being melodramatic and to come and help chop tomato's for the salad Connor was going to make as a compromise to not eat hot food. Thinking that the cold food would be less problematic. He was so wrong.

"Connor." you whined, for most probably the fifteenth time in a span of about five minutes.

"No, Y/N." he stated, slightly irritated, the heat creating a simmering tension that danced like a mirage. Utterly fed up with not only the heat but your complaining Connor was very much now regretting asking for your assistance. "How about you just go and get a shower or something? I'll finish up here."

You frowned slightly at his borderline begging tone, you knew for basically being a polar bear who lived in the cold the heat was not compatible for him. Knowing it would be better than risking a small, meaningless argument you agreed and meandering down the hallway, soft carpet compressing and splaying underfoot as you moved to the bathroom.

Even though it would be sensible to bathe in freezing water, you didn't, finding the cold water jarring and instead opting for a mid-warm shower instead. The water, slid down your body, cooling you off but not dropping your body temperature completely. Taking the edge off the heat but after stepping out of the shower, seeing the steam still curing up towards the fan on the bathroom ceiling which hummed, as the light gently flicked.

Not bothering to wash your hair tonight, knowing that it would be a nightmare to dry with the moisture in the air and running the hair dryer would create more heat which was not needed in the apartment.

Moving back into the hallway and venturing into the kitchen where Connor sat, left leg swinging beneath him on the bar stool. His fork stabbed at the green leaves and cooked meat in the decorative bowl his mother had sent as a gift set when you first moved in to the apartment six months ago.

"Your's is in the fridge, I wanted to keep the smoked salmon cold because I know you don't like it warm." Connor mumbled, looking down, guilt swirling in his stomach at the fact that he had snapped earlier, he didn't want to but the heat did funny things to him.

"Thank you, love." You moved, cautiously across the tiled kitchen, sighing as the grey tiles cooled the bottom of your bare feet. Opening the fridge, squinting slightly as the all-but surgical light shone out, picking the porcelain plate up off of the top of the tupperware containers in which the plate was so precariously balanced on top.

Feet pattering back across the floor as you moved to slide into the vacated chair, that Connor left after he had his food so he could shower before bed. Stabbing into the greens and listening to the crunch as the fork pierced though leaves and you brought them to your mouth. Connor's cooking was always delicious but something about the heat was altering it, or maybe the lingering tension left in the air from the tense exchange previous.

Swallowing the last mouthful food, slipping off the stool and around the counter top. Placing your hand on the corner of the bench that protrudes to stop your hip from bumping it and aiding the already blooming bruise from when you hit it previously that day, you placed the plate into the sink, gently on top of Connor's.

Almost tip-toeing down the hallway to your bedroom, you stepped inside, hand holding the door, opening it slightly before shutting it behind you. Glancing around to see Connor pulling on a pair of sleep shorts, hair still damp from his shower.

Shuffling along the carpet into the bathroom as you picked up your toothbrush, off of the charger. Uncapping the toothpaste and squeezing a blob onto your brush. Coming to life with a purr you brushed your teeth while straining to listen to what Connor was doing.

Spitting out the foamy liquid when the electric brush pulsated to signal you were done. Pulling a folded hand towel out from underneath the sink, cleaning the corner's of your mouth from the foamy remnants before hanging it to dry over the faucet.

Moving with purpose back out into the bedroom where Connor had dimmed the lights and drawn the curtains before clearly settling into bed himself. His large frame, draped in the sheets fidgeting around trying to get comfortable amidst the heat.

Walking around to your side of the bed, picking a loose fitting sleep shirt off of the floor, that you are pretty sure belonged to Connor six months ago but was somehow commandeered during a visit to his apartment in Chicago and gently pulling it over your head. Opting for just the shirt instead of sleep shorts and a shirt.

Pulling the cotton covers back from the mattress and plunking down into the gap made, swinging your feet onto the bed and tucking them under the sheets, before dragging them up your body and shuffling into a laying position, in the same place you normally lay. Close to Connor so you can feel his body heat, and more often than not. End up cuddling.

Tonight though, you hesitated as Connor could potentially be personified as a windmill. Writhing in the sheets as though they were gripping him and trying to force him somewhere against his will. Rolling over away from his flailing limbs as he flug half the sheets to the foot of the bed, in what seemed like a mad ditch attempt at getting comfortable.

Finally after a few more seconds of tossing and turning, whatever vice that was supposedly gripping him and refusing the respite of sleep let go. Settling onto his side you saw this as your perfect opportunity to snuggle in, tucking yourself under his arm allowing the weight to lull you into a floating state.

That was until he snapped, an angry and guttural sound of irritation projected towards you, "It's like five-hundred degrees, we, are not cuddling."

This made you giggle slightly, even in his anger clouded state you knew he would never mean that. Like a defensive child he pushed you across the sheets, clothes gripping as he did so.

"But Con! You already threw off all the blankets?!" You whined back, thinking that once he'd done that would have been enough, but it was not, beginning to wriggle back towards him.

"I don't car-" he cut himself off, feeling your warm skin brush against him again. "STAY ON YOUR FUCKING SIDE!"

You erupted with giggles, rolling around on your side of the bed, finding his defensiveness hilarious, accepting the fact you weren't going to get cuddles tonight and hoping the heat would die off by tomorrow.

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Later into the night, when the clouds rolled over and the droplets fell, chasing each other down windows and dispersing the heat from the air. In the slumber that was once restless but now no more, Connor dragged you into his arms where you laid, tangled till the morning sun rose.

[not-magdi]

-acapulco all white / Ben Shelton

Warnings: none

Words: 1180

Reading Time: 5min

Request: can u write a ben shelton x reader where he gets jealous or smth like that ? lovee a jealous ben shelton !!! thanks girlie

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MASTERLIST

The warm night air of Acapulco buzzed with conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses as the ATP players and their guests gathered for the prestigious all-white opening party. The terrace overlooked the ocean, the moon casting a soft glow over the elegant crowd dressed in crisp white attire.

Y/N adjusted the silky fabric of her dress, smoothing it over her hips as she scanned the party. The dress was stunning—Ben had told her at least five times already how good she looked in it. His eyes had practically lit up when he saw her, his hand lingering on her waist longer than necessary, a smirk playing on his lips when he leaned down to whisper, “You do realize every guy here is going to be staring at you, right?”

She had laughed it off, brushing a kiss against his cheek before they entered the party together.

Now, as she stood near one of the tall cocktail tables, waiting for Ben to return with their drinks, she took a slow breath, enjoying the ambiance. That was, until a voice interrupted her peace.

“Can I just say—you look absolutely breathtaking tonight.”

Y/N turned, her polite smile already in place as she faced the man who had approached her. He was tall, well-dressed, and clearly confident in his approach. His smile was charming, but there was something about the way he looked at her that made her stomach turn slightly.

“Thank you,” she said, keeping her tone even as she glanced subtly toward the bar, hoping Ben would hurry up.

The man, undeterred, stepped closer. “I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these before. Are you here with someone, or is this my lucky night?”

Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes. “I’m actually here with my boyfriend,” she said lightly, shifting her weight just enough to subtly create space between them.

The man chuckled. “Boyfriend, huh? Lucky guy. But he must not be too worried if he left you all alone.”

Y/N stiffened slightly, her patience wearing thin. “He just went to grab us drinks,” she said, her voice still polite but firmer this time. “And trust me, he has nothing to worry about.”

The man’s smirk didn’t falter, but before he could reply, a familiar presence appeared at Y/N’s side.

Ben.

His hand found the small of her back, his grip firm, possessive—but not forceful. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw told her everything she needed to know.

“Hey, babe,” Ben said smoothly, handing her a glass of champagne before turning his full attention to the man in front of them. “Something going on here?”

The man hesitated, suddenly less confident now that Ben was standing between him and Y/N. “Oh, we were just talking,” he said, his tone noticeably more cautious now.

Ben didn’t smile. “Yeah? Funny, because from over there, it looked a lot like you were bothering my fiancée.”

Y/N blinked. Fiancée?

The man’s expression faltered slightly. “I—uh, didn’t realize,” he muttered. “No offense, man.”

Ben didn’t move, his gaze unwavering. “None taken. But if I were you, I’d make sure I realize next time before approaching someone else’s girl.”

The man nodded quickly before muttering something under his breath and walking away.

As soon as he was gone, Y/N turned to Ben, biting back a smirk.

“Fiancée?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Ben exhaled through his nose, taking a sip of his drink. “What?” he asked, acting innocent.

Y/N folded her arms, looking up at him with amusement. “I didn’t realize we got engaged.” She tilted her head. “Unless I missed the whole proposal part.”

Ben finally let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “It got the guy to back off, didn’t it?”

Y/N hummed, tapping a finger against her chin. “Mhm, or maybe someone got just a little jealous.”

Ben scoffed. “Jealous? Me?”

Y/N grinned. “Oh, definitely jealous. The way you came marching over here with that whole ‘I’m big and scary’ act?” She leaned in slightly, dropping her voice to a teasing whisper. “You were fuming.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “I was not.”

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You basically growled at him, Ben.”

Ben huffed. “Well, can you blame me? The guy was practically drooling over you.”

“Well, I am very drool-worthy,” Y/N teased, flipping her hair dramatically.

Ben groaned, but there was amusement in his eyes as he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her against him. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

Y/N grinned up at him. “I know I am.”

Ben stared at her for a moment before leaning down, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. His voice dropped lower, playful but undeniably smug.

“You didn’t deny the fiancée thing, though.”

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly before she pulled back, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re impossible.”

Ben just smirked. “And yet, you love me for it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips as she took his hand, leading him back toward the party.

Ben may have been jealous, but she had to admit—she kind of liked it.

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[middlingmay]

Stubborn bastard (Benny x Brady drabble)

So I got overconfident yesterday and made a bet with @swifty-fox about their wordcount for their recent ficcy, Bluebird.

And lost immediately. Like within sixty seconds.

So here's the Brenny drabble I owe them! Featuring a pair of idiots after their latest argument.

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The second this bout was over, Bernard DeMarco was burning this sofa.

Lumpy and uneven and tilting to the middle after years of use. The arms were worn down and had to be smothered in cushions to even be considered in the same region as a place to rest your head.

All that, and it was slightly too narrow. Benny had almost fallen off three times by now and it was only a tick after midnight.

And if that hadn’t been enough to ensure he wasn’t about to get a restful night’s sleep, he heard a dull tha-thump coming down the stairs.

Nerves lit up his spine and Benny shoved his face back into the miserable pile of cushions he was attempting to use as a pillow and snapped his eyes shut. Like a kid caught staying up too late.

But if John was coming to apologise or even just to make up, Benny wasn’t about to scare him off by doing anything as stupid as being conscious.

The drag of a comforter across the floor and the familiar beat of John’s steps made keeping his breaths steady, mimicking sleep, even more difficult.

He pretended to fidget, like his body was naturally getting comfy as it rested without Benny needing to wake up. If it left the most marginal sliver for John to slip right on in next to him, well, all the better. Then Benny would conveniently “wake up” and John would suggest they head to bed and all would be right with the world.

The comforter dropped to the floor. One pillow at the other end of the sofa which Benny had been using to keep his toes warm was pulled off and thrown to the floor, too. And something much weightier followed them down and settled into a petulant silence.

Oh. Oh. That petty motherfucker.

Benny opened his eyes and peered over the edge of the sofa, and sure enough there he lay: the love of his life and stubborn bastard John Brady. Wrapped in a thin comforter on hardwood flooring with the shittiest cushion they owned under his head.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

Somehow John managed to find a way to sound smug and surly. If Benny were in a clearer frame of mind he might have admired it. “Thought you were supposed to be asleep?”

“No. Because I’m not in a big, comfy, empty bed right now.”

John faced away from Benny and shrugged his shoulder under the blanket. “I’m not stopping you. I told you I’d sleep down here anyway.”

A garbled sound started to fall out of Benny’s mouth but he smothered it with his fist. There was no man, no woman, no person on this entire planet that committed to the cold shoulder quite like John Brady.

“Yeah,” Benny said, “and I told you don’t be stupid because it’ll mess up your back.”

“Oh, so now you decide where I get to sleep?”

“Really?! Are you really sleeping on the goddamn floor just to get one up on me? Prove some kind of point?”

John was silent and deepened his breaths like he was sleeping.

This guy. This man. He was going to send Benny to an early grave from the sheer aggravation.

“So you’re going to deal with the aching all day tomorrow, and the sore hip and shoulder and the crick in your neck? That’s your plan to win?”

John faked a snore.

Benny picked up the biggest cushion under him and thwacked the back of John’s head with it. “Yeah take that you idiot.”

John bolted upright, pure affront sketched on his face. “What the hell, Ben?!”

But Benny was throwing his cushion and own pitiful blanket on the floor next to his partner and spilled off the meager sofa and fussed and arranged them in an angry jerking of limbs.

John kicked his arrangement. “What are you doing? Go to bed.”

“I’m in bed,” Benny grumbled. “Which thanks to you is the floor.”

“Ben!” John tried to push him away, but Benny just flipped him over and wrapped the comforter tight around them both. His arms clamped John in a hug, his front to John’s back, flirting with the wrong side of too tight. John kicked kicked and thrashed uselessly. He was going nowhere.

“Shut up and sleep.”

“I hate you,” his lover said like a petulant child.

“We could be be in big, expensive bed right now, but no. I’ve got my big ass on a cold floor all because you can’t say, I’m sorry, Ben. Maybe I overreacted.”

“Overreacted?!”

“I was just looking!”

“Look one more time and you’ll be on this floor permanently. Or out on your ass.”

“It was just a motorcycle!”

“You want to kill yourself, you should have stayed in the army.”

Benny pushed John over on his belly and threw himself over him, like John was the gorgeous, soft, heavenly mattress he was missing upstairs.

“Shut. Up.”

The air left John in a rush and sounded suspiciously like a sigh. There were several moments of almost content silence.

“Ben?”

“Mm?”

“My toes are cold.”

“They’d be warmer in the bed.”

More silence and John chewed on his dilemma: give in and and be warm, or hold on to his righteous indignation over Benny considering a hobby slightly more dangerous than cycling.

John wriggled and tucked his toes up towards his body.

Benny grinned into his pillow. Stubborn bastard.

[sarahisslytherin]

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 || 𝐁.𝐁. (PART IV)

summary: you’ve been receiving love letters from a secret admirer and you’re desperate to reveal his identity. contains: benedict being fucking adorable, fluff n’ angst! a/n: fourth and final part of this multi-chapter fic. PART I, PART II, PART III i've had such a blast writing this series, thank you all for your support and lovely words! now pull up the vitamin string quartet version of "love story" and enjoy!

Your heel dug into the gravel of the Bridgertons’ drive as you exited the carriage with grace. You gently raised your gown just centimeters off the ground as you walked towards the house, your mother and father following a fair distance behind you. You hadn’t stepped inside yet but your heart was already in your throat. You admired the front garden as you stepped up the marble stairs. Roses clung to the fences and wrapped themselves around the banisters decoratively. You took a deep breath. No matter what happens tonight, you told yourself, you will be alright.

The halls were lined with lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses of varying family names, old as the land itself. The sound of a string quartet wafted through the air, indiscernible over the chatter of civil conversation. You followed the dulcet tones, seamlessly weaving your way through the home you had come to know so well. You turned a corner and were met with an array of couples mid-dance, bodies moving with such effortless grace it was a pleasure to just stand by and watch from the sidelines. You surveyed the room, inspecting each man with almost analytical precision. One of them was your mystery man.

“There you are.” sighed Benedict as he appeared at your side. “I’ve been looking for you.”

You chanced a look at him, and you wished you hadn’t. He was gorgeous; his hair shone beneath the warm glow of the chandelier, his eyes shimmered like moonlight bouncing off water. Mostly it was his smile (that shy, boyish smile) that set off a chain of dominoes within you, resulting in a nervous pang in your stomach. 

“Have you?” you asked, keeping your response brief so as to mask the waver in your voice.

“Indeed I have.” he smirked, but his good humor quickly faded as his face took on a more solemn look. “I wish to apologize for the things I said when I saw you last. I was a fool, I still am.”

“Ben-” you began to protest, but were quickly cut off.

“No, really!” He went on, his cheeks taking on a rosy shade. “You were right in every respect. And marriage doesn’t have to be the way I described. You know I have an inclination for hyperbole. Anyway, please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bear-”

“Benedict.” you said sternly. “You’re rambling.” You took his now trembling gloved hands in your own and met his gaze. 

“I just wish you could forgive me.” he whispered for only you to hear.

“My dear Benedict.” you sighed, a sweet smile curling at the corner of your lips. “I forgave you the minute I left. I hate to admit this to you, but you should know I never have been able to stay cross with you for too long.” Now it was he who smiled, a beam so bright it alone could have lit up the ballroom. 

“Well, then.” Benedict began. “There’s no use of a lovely lady coming to a ball just to stand around in corners, is there?” And with that, he gently led you onto the dance floor.

You fell into a rhythm that came surprisingly easy to you, as if you were exactly where you were meant to be. The strings filled the room with jovial, romantic music, lifting the spirits of anyone who would listen. It was impossible not to dance, not to feel as if you were floating. Your hand fit in Benedict’s like they were made for the sole purpose of intertwining. And when your eyes met, sparks flew, visible to no one but the two of you. 

To anyone else, it might seem that the two of you were in love. What a silly thought. Though, you couldn’t help but feel that such an assumption might have some truth to it. You most definitely behaved in the childish, playful way lovers do. You confided in him without a shadow of a doubt. And he did always manage to send a certain prickle of excitement down your spine, not unlike the spark of an electric current. Good God! 

You were in love with Benedict Bridgerton.

The song came to an end, and you curtsied before Benedict, while he bowed. You were sure he was about to request another dance but you were left wondering when Daphne tugged on your sleeve. “Where have you been?” she squealed delightedly. “Come, mingle!” You laughed, mostly from the nerves, as you shot Benedict one last glance over the shoulder before being whisked away.

You had made decent conversation and exchanged pleasantries with members of the ton for long enough. You were beginning to grow restless, your foot tapping mindlessly against the hard floor. You needed to find Benedict. You excused yourself sheepishly, but you had no time to give that any thought. You simply turned on your heel and began scouring through every room in search of Benedict.

You checked the parlor, the staircase, even the room where Benedict could usually be found painting or writing. He was nowhere to be found. Just when you were on the verge of abandoning hope, you thought to look in one last place.

The intoxicating scent of roses and lilacs overcame your senses as you stepped out into the garden. The lights from within the house bled out onto the patio, casting everything and everyone in it in a golden hue. There he stood, hands clasping each other tightly behind his back, standing straight as a pencil. He seemed to be deep in thought, since he was startled at your timid call. “Benedict?” He turned, his brows furrowed. “Tell me, dear.”

“I need to tell you something.” you began. “I have a bit of confession to-

“So do I.” he said, his eyes lowering to the neatly kept grass. “And I think I should go first.”

“What would make you think th-”

“It’s me!” he blurted out, not able to contain himself a second longer. “It’s always been me! Those letters, your admirer. Surely you must have known, somewhere deep in your soul, that it has always been me. Never before have I felt this way for anyone, my dear. Every moment I spend in your presence, it gives me such immense joy that I cannot help but carry it with me wherever I go. If you would have me, Lord, if you would have me- I should be the happiest man who ever lived, I swear it. I love you! Even when you are cross with me and I with you I will always love you with an unrelenting passion. Even if you should reject me, I will never stop loving you, for I have no choice in the matter. Surely there must be worse fates and than to love one so unconditionally.”

You stood before him, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide as plates and welling with tears. You tried to speak but couldn’t. So many thoughts rushed to your mind, memories of your many years as friends, every occasion where you felt what he described. There were too many to count. So instead of speaking, you simply took a step forward, pulled him in by his tie and pressed your lips to his in a kiss so passionate you knew right then it would become the subject of many sonnets and paintings from Benedict’s part. You felt as if all the golden light which bathed the garden was now wrapped around your heart.

“I wish this moment could last forever.” you said, a joyful tear streaming down your cheek. 

Benedict laughed like a shy schoolboy as he wrapped his arms around you like a man starved and pulled you impossibly close. “Well, my love.” he beamed. “Forever has just begun.”

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[zepskies]

Hello. I was wondering if you could write an imagine in the BMD-verse (been following it for a while now; love, love, love it, by the way!) where Ben cries?

Like something really bad happens in general or to the Reader, and he losses it? I mean, personally, I have never known this man to cry, and I would love to see you conjure up something that could possibly elicite that reaction from him.

But no pressure - will definitely understand if you don't want to write it!

Oooh, so you really wanna kill me, huh? 🫠😭😭

Lol it's okay, thank you for loving Break Me Down!! It's one of my favorite story verses that I've been able to create on here. ❤️❤️

This request was difficult for me on multiple levels, but I think I was able to pull it off? (I'll let you be the judge.) This is set in the BMD-verse, shortly after "Love Actually."

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst, show-level violence, hurt/comfort, "twist" ending (you'll want to read until the end, trust me).

Imagine: Ben loses you.

Ben restrained another sigh when he realized you were no longer walking next to him.

He turned and saw you stopping in another damn kiosk, this time looking at a selection of Pashmina scarves. As if you didn’t have enough clothes.

“We’re not here for a damn shopping spree,” he called after you.

He ignored the people who glanced at him as they walked past, a couple of them even shooting him an annoyed look.

One didn’t just stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk in New York City, but as with most societal protocols, Ben couldn't really give a fuck.

He almost started tapping his foot. Instead, he crossed his arms as he glared in your general direction. You were smiling and chatting with the woman selling her wares as you finished the transaction.

Ben at least could admire the view of you bent over in those tight jeans and ankle boots. You also wore the dark green winter coat he bought you last month, lined with faux fur to keep you warm.

When you eventually came back to him, you shot him an amused smile. You held a new scarf in shades of green and blue, to match your coat. But you also held out a new pair of leather gloves for him.

“Here you go, Grumpy. I didn't forget about you,” you teased. He raised a wry brow at you and took the gloves. He inspected them with a half-critical eye.

“And how much did these cost, five cents?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. He caught up with you and slipped the gloves into his pocket.

“My hands don’t get cold anyway,” he reminded you. And you often complained that his body heat was like a radiator, especially at night. Although, you hadn’t been complaining since the winter turned frigid this February.

“All right, whatever. Just don’t say I never get you anything,” you quipped. “Besides, you know you love to accessorize.”

A smirk pulled at Ben’s lips. The gloves were a half-assed gift, but he still wore the watch you got him for Christmas proudly on his wrist. That was a nice silver Rolex.

“All I know is, we’d better not be late for this damn meeting,” he said. “I don’t wanna hear Mallory’s fucking mouth.”

The two of you had made a day of coming into the city, hitting a nice brunch spot and ice skating at Rockefeller center before your date had been rudely interrupted—by a call for a new mission.

Grace Mallory had been a bit cryptic on the phone, but it had something to do with the mess Ben left of the drug cartels in South America. After they got back to the States, Ben left that “business” behind…he just hadn’t thought of how that would shake out in Colombia.  

So now, you two were headed to the Supe Affairs building. You slipped your arm around his, while his hands were in his pockets. You looked up at him with a smile.

“Try to enjoy the little things, Ben,” you told him. “We had mimosas and some bougie ass lobster tails with our eggs this morning. I skated circles around you on the ice. And now we’re going to get some work done.”

“On our day off,” he retorted.

“To be fair, you made the mess, Mr. Kingpin,” you pointed out. “We’ve just gotta clean it up…as usual.”

“Hey," he eyed you. But you both knew the warning had little heat behind it.

He still reached for your cheek and brushed his thumb across it. He felt how cold your face was, and he stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk. Neither of you cared when pedestrians gave you dirty looks as they passed by.

Maybe you were right though. Maybe he should take stock of the small moments. Ben held your face with both hands and caressed some warmth back into your skin.

Your smile softened, and your eyes closed when his lips found their way to your forehead. He then took the newly bought scarf out of your hand and wrapped it comfortably around your neck.

“What a gentleman,” you said, with a small grin.

Ben smirked down at you…until his face fell.

He heard the whistle of the bullet before he saw it.

It took him another second to move, grabbing you and shielding you with his entire body when it hit his back. The bullet itself bounced harmlessly off his skin, but the inner compartment of Novichok exploded like a small smoke bomb. The smell was too familiar to him to be anything else.

Ben coughed and was forced to push you away from him before the gas reached you. You yelped and almost tripped on your feet, but you scrambled back against the wall of a drycleaners. Your wide eyes met his as his knees buckled; the gas had clouded around his head.

“Run!” he shouted through fits of coughing.

You hesitated, for just a second. But when another bullet ricocheted into the wall behind you, near your head, you ducked and had to take off running.

You wove through the busy sidewalk, pushing people out of your way as you went. Whoever was after him this time, you had a feeling these were the people Ben had pissed off in Colombia.

Fuck! You sprinted past an alleyway and saw the hand coming for your arm, but even when you turned, there was another man, dressed a black military-style uniform with his face covered by a black mask, waiting to grab you from behind.

It was muscle memory. You released an elbow into the man’s neck, a punch straight into his teeth and nose, then kicked his knee out with the heel of your boot.

You grabbed your gun from under your jacket and would've shot him, except the next man wheelhouse kicked it out of your hand. You stepped back on instinct, ducking the following punch, and the rest of his arm to run in the opposite direction.

The first man pointed a large automatic gun straight in your face. You gasped and put your hands up. With a quick glance in either direction, you realized that they’d cornered you.

Your hands were pulled behind your back by someone else. That’s when they started dragging you toward a black SUV parked in the corner.

Except that car was soon destroyed, by an old Honda Civic being shoved into it. The SUV's hood constantined like an accordion.

You looked up with wide eyes, and there stood Ben, at the crossroads of the alley. He was furious.

“Soldier Boy,” greeted the man who once again held the automatic gun poised at you. He pulled down his mask, revealing the tan face of a middle-aged man.

He moved over to you and grabbed your arm from his subordinate. He raised the gun to your back. With one press of his finger, your insides could become Swiss cheese.

Your jaw clenched as you tried to take in even breaths. You focused on Ben. His green eyes met yours, and briefly you caught the worry behind them before his steely gaze moved back to the man who held you.

“Pretty ballsy, Reyes,” Ben said. His voice was a drawl, more controlled than he felt. “You really thought this was gonna go down that easy?”

Reyes scoffed. “You’re the ballsy one. Taking off with all that product you stole.”

“You’ll have to take up with the CIA on that one,” Ben replied. “They confiscated all the smack from my place. Probably reselling it to a few hobos down the street. You’re welcome to check under the bridge over there.”

He gestured in the direction of the Hudson River.  

Reyes shrugged. The sound of a gun’s safety being clipped back resounded through the alley. You felt the vibration of it on your back. Your eyes closed for a moment.

“Bad news for her,” he said.

"Hey," Ben snapped. "There's no fucking need for that."

"I think I'll decide what we need," said Reyes. Your lips pursed as the gun dug into your back. "Maybe it's your bitch's insides at your feet."

Ben slowly raised a placating hand. Though his gait was still relaxed and arrogant, as always, you knew it was a well-crafted act. To hide his anger. His fear. To seem in control of himself, and to reinforce the intimidating presence he still was, even unarmed.

“Listen. If it’s money you want, we can work it out,” Ben replied.

His eyes once again found yours. He could see you were holding your breath. You were good at hiding it, but he knew you were scared. He wanted to tell you that he had this handled. That everything would be all right.

He focused on Reyes again. The other man considered the supe with a tilt of his head. He sucked his teeth and spit on the ground, out of the corner of his mouth. It was mixed with a bit of blood from when you'd punched him in the teeth.

“Okay, my friend,” said Reyes. “Let’s work this out. Pull out your phone.”

Ben made slow movements in grabbing his phone from his pocket. They all stepped further into the alley to avoid prying eyes and discussed the transfer of funds, and how much was fair. Ben claimed he was giving him a deal with his first offer.

Reyes demanded three times that amount. Ben raised his brows...but he complied. The money transferred from his bank account.

“Okay, we’re fucking done,” Ben snarked. He gestured at you with his eyes. “Let her go.”

In his mind, he was already contemplating how thoroughly he'd rip Reyes apart for this. After you were safe. He'd have a first class ticket to Medellin by tonight, ready to Colombian-necktie this cocksucker.

Reyes sighed through his nose. There was still about ten feet between him and Ben. He didn't seem to think it was enough. He took the gun off your back and backed up with you a few steps. Eventually, he released your arm.

“Come ‘ere, sweetheart,” Ben reached a hand out, beckoning for you. You met his gaze once again, and let out a subtle breath.

You took three hesitant steps forward.

And the gunshots echoed horribly through the alley.

As it turned out, Reyes always had an escape plan. You were merely the distraction.

It proved effective, as Ben’s protest rang out as soon as the bullets fired. He raced forward and caught you as you stumbled, but his hands soon became coated in your blood; it fled from your back in thin rivulets.

You gasped and clung to his arms. His ears rang with the sound, along with tires squealing and shouts and police sirens. All he could focus on was the color draining from your face.

Both of your breaths came out ragged as he slid with you down to his knees. He brushed your hair away from your face, even as his blood-covered hand stained your cheek. Your pained eyes drew up to his face. You tried to speak, but you didn't have the strength.

“I hear the sirens. They’re coming for you, take you to the hospital,” he promised. His voice was rough, but his throat was tight. His eyes scanned over you. “All you need is my blood and…Christ. Fuck it all.”

He laid you down on the dirty asphalt and hurriedly yanked up his coat sleeve until it ripped. It exposed his arm. He was about to drag a blunt nail across his own skin to bleed into you.

“Ben.” Your fingers twitched against his knee.

When he looked at your face, there was no longer life in your eyes.

His own were wide, almost uncomprehending. His breathing was harsh as empty hands fell to his thighs. His head felt heavy, though his ears were still ringing.

He drew enough strength in his hand to wipe the blood from your cold cheek…but your face was beginning to blur.

Or not, he realized, as the sting in his eyes took him by surprise.

In a fit of mania, he gathered you back up in his arms and ignored the wetness covering your back. He held you, impossibly tight. Tighter than he’d ever held you, because he was alone in the alley…because he was alone again.

And it was his own fault.

His eyes squeezed shut against the burn, but it was futile. Everything was. His breaths were sharp and stifled as pain tore inside. A pain worse than anything the Russian's could've inflicted on him.

His lips pressed against your forehead, trembling there. The first drops of wetness rolled down his cheek. He couldn't stop it from happening, but then again. He guessed he truly was a failure, after all.

You made the mess…

His first tears had been spent at his mother’s funeral, when he stood alone at her gravestone.

His last ones would fall and die with you.

“Ben,” your voice was soft but insistent.

He finally woke with a start. A sharp inhale through his nose.

He had been sleeping on his side. Before he even truly registered where he was, in the safety of his bedroom, he turned his head toward you.

His eyes found your face in the dark, over his shoulder. Your hair was frizzy from sleep. The strap of your nightgown had fallen off one shoulder. Your face looked bleary and tired, but you frowned in concern.

“You okay, baby?” you asked. Your hand soothed across the dewy skin on his arm.

Ben’s throat constricted. He was starting to remember bits and pieces of the dream…the nightmare. He rubbed at his eyes, then dragged a hand over his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said at last.

“Hmm.” Your gaze narrowed at him. “You sure?”

Ben had only enough energy in him to nod in response. His heart was still racing. Maybe you sensed that, because you leaned onto his arm and dropped a hand down his chest. You kissed his bare shoulder with soft lips, and he couldn’t help himself.

He raised a hand to cup the back of your head. He let out a long, relieved sigh through his nose, closing his eyes. Then he turned onto his back and brought you closer, with an arm slipping around your frame and pulling you against his chest. You made a sound of surprise, but you went willingly.

You brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face and pressed a kiss against his neck, to his jaw, his cheek and above his brow. He accepted it all and tried to calm his breathing with the feeling of your touch, and the smell of your flowery soap that lingered on your skin.

With a hand still cupping your head, he guided your lips to his. He claimed you slowly, but with purpose. You answered him by tilting your head, deepening the kiss for a moment.

You parted from him just as slowly. You knew everything wasn’t okay, but you also knew it wasn’t the time to push him for an answer.

Maybe in the morning, you thought. …I’ll make pancakes. Haven't done that in a while. And he’s always happier with something sweet.

You rested contentedly against his warm chest and let his heartbeat, gradually slowing back into a steady rhythm, lull you back to sleep.

Ben tangled his fingers into your hair. He laid one more kiss on the top of your head.

And for damn sure, he was going to cancel that trip into the city tomorrow.

AN: I know, I know. The "it was all a dream" thing is super cheesy, but I couldn't leave it on heartbreak. I just don't have it in me with these two. 🥲❤️‍🩹

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[chelseachilly]

do you want to build a snowman?

pairing: reader x ben chilwell request: "ok so you and ben have a daughter around 3 or 4 and its her first time seeing snow so they take her outside to build a snowman :)" - anonymous warnings: fluffff, dad!ben word count: 2k

author’s note: thanks for all the requests!! i'm really getting in the flow of writing rn (and inspired by the holidays) so i'm going to do my best to write as many of them as i can! ❄️

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“Is Daddy gonna be home soon?”

It’s not the first - or the second, or the fifth - time your daughter has asked this question since she woke up this morning. 

Ben left for training shortly before 8, and neither you nor your daughter Sophie were awake yet. You could’ve happily slept a few more hours, but Sophie woke you up not long after to excitedly announce that it had snowed overnight.

In her four years of life, your daughter has never seen a significant amount of snow, at least that she can recall. It snowed quite a bit on her first Christmas, but she was far too little to remember that, and since then there’s been nothing but a few flurries here and there or a light dusting on the rooftops.

She’s quite fascinated by the concept from watching movies and TV shows featuring winter activities and is currently deep in a Frozen phase, which means she’s obsessed with the idea of building a snowman. 

Over the past month as the weather got colder, you and Ben had tried to keep her expectations low as you weren’t sure you would get enough snow to make this dream a reality. You could tell it was killing Ben to disappoint her - he hates denying his little girl anything - and a few nights ago you caught him looking into booking a holiday to Switzerland or Finland or anywhere she would be guaranteed some snow.

Thankfully, today her prayers were answered, and you were fully prepared to bundle up and go outside with her before you even had your coffee, but she insisted on waiting for Ben. It was their plan to build the snowman together, Sophie told you, and she stuck to her decision even when you reminded her he wouldn’t be home for hours.

It‘s been pretty adorable watching her anxiously await her dad’s return all morning, pacing around the house and checking for his car in the driveway often. You can tell how badly she wants to go out and play in the glistening white snow, and the remarkable restraint she’s showing is a testament to how much of a daddy’s girl she is. 

“Not too much longer, sweetheart,” you assure her as you beckon her to come cuddle with you on the couch where you’re doing a bit of work on your laptop. “He texted a while ago and said he’ll be here as soon as he can.”

“Alright,” Sophie sighs. “Can you put on Frozen?”

You’ve watched this movie more times than you can count lately, and once already today, but you remind yourself that you signed up for this when you chose to be a parent as you’re queuing up Disney Plus once again. 

Later, when you’re nearing the end of the film and you’ve given up on doing any more work as long as your daughter is screaming the lyrics to each song, you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. 

“Daddy!”

The movie is quickly abandoned as Sophie darts toward the foyer to greet Ben. You’re not too far behind her, though by the time you reach them she’s already in her dad’s arms.

“Daddy, it snowed!” Sophie exclaims, her little arms wrapped around Ben’s neck. “We have to build a snowman!”

“I know, darling,” Ben laughs, giving Sophie another squeeze before gently setting her down. “Why don’t you go get your coat on while I say hello to Mummy?”

Sophie nods and eagerly runs toward the closet to fetch her winter coat. As Ben drops his bag and makes his way over to you, you can see how tired he is from training. When he cups your face to give you a kiss, you can tell he’s also freezing. 

“How was training, baby?” you murmur, placing your hands on his to warm them up. 

“Cold,” Ben sighs. “Forgot how brutal it is training in the snow. I’m glad the gaffer let us go home early, though.”

“You and me both,” you smile, leaning in to kiss him again. “Maybe you should warm up a bit before going out to play with Soph?”

“No, she’s been waiting for me all day,” Ben says. “I’ll be fine.”

You know there’s no changing his mind, especially when Sophie comes running back into the room in her adorable little puffer jacket that nearly swallows her whole. You help her zip it up and grab mittens, a scarf and a hat to keep her warm, as well as some for you and Ben. 

Once you’re all ready to face the cold, you head out to the garden together. You and Ben have matching grins on your faces as you watch Sophie excitedly run through the snow for the first time, a core childhood memory being created right before your eyes. 

She gets to work right away on her snowman, rolling the snowball she’s formed as long as she can before it gets too heavy for her and she has to accept Ben’s help. 

You join in on their efforts, occasionally taking a break to take some photos of your daughter and husband that you already know are going to be your new phone background.

After some hard work - certainly for a four year old - the snowman is completed with a carrot nose and hat that you had prepared just for this occasion. 

“He looks great, Sophie!” you exclaim. “What’s his name? Olaf?”

Despite it being a fairly safe guess, Sophie looks at you like you have two heads.

“No, Mummy, Olaf doesn’t have a hat,” she reminds you very matter-of-factly. “His name is Tom.”

“Like Uncle Tom?” Ben chuckles, referring to his best friend and her godfather.

Sophie seems to contemplate this for a moment before shaking her head.

“No, because I want him to be Tom.”

You and Ben look at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. You both blame your daughter’s stubbornness on each other, though deep down you know it’s from both of you, but at times like this it’s both hilarious and adorable. 

“Fair enough, sweetie,” you say, bending down to give her a kiss on the forehead. “Now, I think some hot chocolate is in order. Ready to go in?”

“No, we have to make snow angels!”

Of course, this was another activity she had seen in films that she was dying to try for herself. 

“Alright,” you chuckle. “Why don’t we make snow angels while Daddy goes and warms up? He’s been out in the snow all day.”

The pout on Sophie’s face quickly tells you that she is not happy with this plan, and Ben swoops in before you can say anything else.

“I think I have a few snow angels left in me,” he smiles, picking Sophie up and balancing her on his hip. “Babe, can you start the hot chocolate while we finish up here?”

You raise an eyebrow at your husband but accept his proposal nonetheless, placing a quick kiss on both his and Sophie’s cheeks before heading inside. 

As you’re warming up the milk on the stovetop, you look out the window where Ben and Sophie are still playing, her excited giggles loud enough that you can hear her through the windowpane. 

Your heart is threatening to burst from the sweet scene, overflowing with love for your daughter and admiration for your amazing husband. No matter how tired he is from training, if he’s upset about a loss or injured or anything else, he always steps up for Sophie. You’ve known since you met him that he would be a great dad, but ever since you became parents, he’s continued to exceed your expectations.

Just as you’re pouring three steaming mugs of hot chocolate, you hear your family come in through the back door and begin to strip off their winter gear. 

To your delight, Sophie runs straight into the kitchen and hugs you tightly.

“I made five snow angels!” she exclaims as you run your hand up and down her back in an effort to warm her up. “Daddy made some big ones, too.”

“That’s amazing, love,” you smile, kissing her head. “You want some hot chocolate?”

“Yes! Can I put the marshmallows in?”

“Of course,” you say, lifting her up onto the counter and passing her the bag of mini marshmallows.

As much as she’s a daddy’s girl at heart, you also get your fair share of moments when your daughter seems to only want her mother. You know how special her bond is with Ben, and you really can’t blame her for how much she loves spending time with him, but you still cherish the little things that just for the two of you - making hot chocolate with extra marshmallows being one of them. 

You carry the tray of drinks into the living room with Sophie trailing behind, and find Ben already there getting the fireplace going and arranging some pillows and blankets.

“This looks cozy,” you smile, setting the drinks down and sitting on the floor across from him, Sophie following your lead. “Thanks, honey.”

“Thanks for making the hot chocolate, my loves,” Ben responds, glancing over at the tray that holds two regular Christmas mugs and one with the Frozen characters on it. He picks that one up and pretends to take a sip. “I assume this one is mine?”

“No, Daddy, that’s mine!” Sophie squeals, making both you and Ben laugh as he carefully passes it back to her. 

You all sip your drinks in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of the sweet beverages and the burning fire. 

“So, did you enjoy your first snow, Soph?” Ben asks. “Was it everything you hoped?”

“It was amazing!” Sophie confirms. “Thank you for playing, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, angel,” Ben says with a soft smile as Sophie climbs into his lap and he kisses her rosy cheeks. 

It’s not long before she drifts off to sleep, tuckered out from playing in the snow and comforted by her dad’s embrace and the sound of you and Ben quietly talking about your days. 

Once she’s fully passed out, Ben carefully shifts her tiny frame over in his arms to make room for you on his other side and beckons you over. With him laying back against the sofa and you now laying against his chest, both of you watching your daughter sleep peacefully, you’re not sure you’ve ever felt more content. 

“That little girl absolutely adores you,” you comment, nuzzling further into Ben’s warmth.

“She must get that from her mum, then,” Ben jokes, making you roll your eyes for a moment before kissing his jaw, then his cheek.

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling as you reach his lips and kiss him slowly. 

When you pull back, Ben gazes lovingly at you for a moment before his eyes return to Sophie, her little hand curling around the material of his hoodie in her sleep.

“Babe?” Ben murmurs, and you nod again. “How would you feel about trying for another one?”

It takes everything in you not to betray yourself with a grin as you think about the tiny Christmas onesie and pregnancy test you boxed up and placed under the tree yesterday while Ben was picking Sophie up from daycare. 

It’s less than a week until Christmas - you can make it that long. 

“Let’s talk about it after the holidays?” you say for now, pressing another kiss to Ben’s lips. 

He nods with a smile, though you can see his mind wandering with thoughts of another little one to play in the snow and curl up by the fire and watching the same movies over and over with. 

It’s been the greatest joy of your life raising Sophie side by side with him, and you absolutely can’t wait to do it all again. 

[padfootagain]

Bookshelves

Hi everyone ! Here is a cute little something to answer this anonymous request for my 6k event : “I am in love with your writing style 💖😍 Can you make ben Barnes one with trope 16?”

Thank you for your request, anon! Hope you like the cute drabble I wrote for it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much fluff you will get cavities

Summary: Nothing’s better than reorganizing your bookshelves with the love of your life on a crispy autumnal afternoon…

Word count: 1258 (short but sweet!)

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

The air is crisp and cold and you love it. It’s greyer than the leaves outside, they still wear their orange and red colours. The sky matches the global atmosphere of that afternoon: heavy with upcoming rain, gradients between black and white, smelling of the earth after a storm. You have a warm mug waiting for your lips right by your side, there, on the floor. A warm blanket wrapped around your frame and a fire cracking over cold stones. It’s warm, it’s autumn in all its splendour.

It's a simple afternoon, basked in Eta James’s voice, and it’s easy to forget that tomorrow is just another Monday, that you will have to go to work and get up before dawn and fight the cutting edges of the cold wind against your cheeks. It’s easy to forget that this day will have to end. Especially when Ben’s voice rises from somewhere behind you, a low hum that spreads warmth and reassurance across your heart, makes it skip a few beats in its excitement. He’s humming along the melody, matching the warmth of the saxophone and the quietness of his padding feet against the tiles. When he sits down by your side again, a refill of warm tea in his favourite mug, his hair is dishevelled, wearing an old black hoodie and some sweatpants, along with colourful fuzzy socks.

And you love it. You’ve never found him as stunning as he is now, looking cozy and warm and infinitely intimate in the simplicity of his appearance. Nothing fancy. Nothing done to impress you. You’ve passed this uneasy stage of your relationship a long time ago. You love each other too much now to accept anything from the other but their true self. You admire the curve of his jaw darkened with stubble, and the grace of his eyelashes brushing his pale cheeks, and the enticing beauty spot under his right eye. You’re not even thinking as you reach up to brush his messy dark strands of hair back, out of his face, so you can see him better. He’s smiling, turning towards you as you move your fingers through his hair, just the way he likes it.

“Alright, so… how do we proceed with this?” he asks, something mischievous glinting in his dark eyes, and you can’t supress a smile.

The task at hand is huge: rearranging the bookshelves of two people who adore reading is going to be a mission that will keep you both busy for the whole day. You’re going to love every second of it, no doubt.

“Do you want to reorganize everything by author? Genre? Colour?”

“Author is more practical.”

“Colour is prettier.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“I will do whatever makes you happy, my darling.”

“Do you want to separate our collections?”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“We share a last name by now, we’re done compartmentalizing stuff and labelling them as ‘yours’ or ‘mine’. Whenever you’re sick, even your bloody virus becomes mine…”

You laugh at that, playfully pinching his thigh.

“Hey! It’s not my fault if you caught my cold last month! I told you to stop cuddling me, and you didn’t!”

“You looked too miserable. I was feeling too bad for you…”

The admittance is a mix of fondness, shyness and something extra-sweet that your heart can’t handle. It quickens its pace as it overloads.

“Right, so… we’re putting them all together, but how? Because for now, our books are a mess.”

“I vote authors. Because I’m an organised person,” Ben argues, but you pull your tongue at him at the playful teasing in his tone.

“I vote colours, cause it’s more aesthetically pleasing.”

“I vote for whatever makes you happy, cause I’m a clever lad, and I know I need to pick my battles in this relationship…”

“Clever lad, indeed!”

You exchange a laugh and a tender kiss, before starting to empty the shelves, Ben standing up to take the books out and passing them to you so you could organize them in piles.

It takes what looks like forever to empty all the shelves fully. You have mountains of books around you by the time you’re done, and Ben has changed the music to some Louis Armstrong and his trumpet. It has started to rain, and you have to turn on the lights as the sky turns a darker shade of grey. The rhythmic pattern of the rain against the windowpane and the rooftop warms your heart, and draws white clouds over the windows.

Ben is becoming increasingly distracted though. By the time the shelves are empty, he’s restless and keeps on playfully pushing your legs with his feet.

“Stop it!” you smack his foot away when he attacks again, making him giggle in the most adorable way.

“Let’s take a break,” he argues with such an adorable pout, you are this close from yielding, but you don’t, shaking your head.

“Come on, we can cuddle after we’re done with this,” you offer, and you notice the grin he fails to hide.

“In bed?”

“In bed.”

“Can I be little spoon?”

“If you want to, sure.”

This time he gives you a proper grin, bright and full of mischief.

“Oh, that’s a deal! Hurry up!”

You laugh at him as he starts picking piles of books, but he quickly slows down to organize the shelves correctly.

And you love it, it’s so satisfying to reorganize your bookshelves. You add some figurines, some cute pictures of the two of you as decoration to fill up the empty spaces on the shelves. And then it’s finally done, complete.

“I have to admit that the rainbow thingy looks stunning. Highly impractical, but stunning.”

“I think so myself!”

Ben drinks up the cold remnants of his tea, wincing at the nasty taste.

“We did such a good job! All our books finally put together in a pretty way!”

Ben hums in agreement, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer, dropping a sweet kiss to your head.

“We did an excellent job!”

That’s when he realizes that his favourite figurine is missing. He looks around frantically, but you merely chuckle as you point towards the coffee table.

“Marty’s over there,” you joke, and he heaves a relieved sigh, walking over to get his Back to the Future figurine, and he places it on a shelf.

“Now, it’s perfect!” he chimes, turning towards you. “And I think we deserve to rest now.”

“You mean… cuddle?”

“Of course, I mean cuddle! You promised I would get cuddles out of this, do not break your word!”

You laugh at him but follow him anyway, teasing him some more while you make your way to your bedroom.

A few minutes later, you are buried under blankets, watching the rain fall on your windows, the touches of red from the trees in the distance, Ben tugged into your side, his head buried in the warmth of your neck as you stroke gently his back.

He heaves a content sigh.

“I love you, darling,” he whispers into your skin. “God… I’m so happy right now. This is the best, isn’t it? Just… doing the simplest of things together. Just… doing nothing. Just… being here, together.”

You hum, kissing his forehead, and you notice then that he has closed his eyes. He’ll soon fall asleep, he often does when you hold him like this. He can’t help it. He feels so peaceful in your arms, safe, untroubled.

“Yeah… yeah, I think that’s the best, indeed…”

[aetherflowers]

Thursday Bangers 6/12 & WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the WIP Wednesday tag, @in-the-drowning-deep AND the Thursday Bangers tag @woundedsoul12! I'm so excited to do both that I combined them into one. Especially with this banger. I have Iris on my writing playlist in 4-5 different forms (covers, etc) because I've been obsessed with this song since it came out.

And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to Heaven that I'll ever be And I don't wanna go home right now ~ Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls

This is one of my longer snippets (sorry!) but I tried to cut it down and it felt like that made it confusing. So! Inspired by those lyrics and the amazing works of both @woundedsoul12 (that Cullavelan WIP and banger was such such a 1-2 punch, omg) and @in-the-drowning-deep (you know what you did!! 🔥🐂)

Word count: 1750-ish

It was late when a knock sounded on the door of the war room. Leliana looked across the table at him, a brow raised and a question in her eyes. He shook his head; few people knew they would be working late planning the last minute operation, and even fewer would knock. The spymaster sighed softly in frustration and turned to ease open the door.

“Red,” the Iron Bull greeted. “Commander in there too?”

When the Qunari entered the room, he smelled like a liquor cabinet. Leliana blocked his view of the war table; he had been true to his word on passing along information from the Ben-Hassrath, but she trusted very few people. Cullen followed her lead, even though Bull seemed completely unphased. He leaned casually against the doorframe, an easy smile on his face.

“So we were drinking,” he began, not that he even needed to say it, “and the Boss was knocking them back like a champ–really impressive. Then the Dragon’s Breath came out. That new Vint and I got her into bed, all tucked in safe and sound with a bucket and everything - you know, for the–” He puffed his cheeks and made a vomiting gesture. “Anyway, before we could leave she grabs my arm and goes, ‘I want to see him,’ in this cute little voice. Most of the ‘hims’ she could want to see were at the Maiden, but the Vint mentioned you were probably still in here, and if I had to put my money on who she meant…”

The Qunari waved his hand in the air and fixed a knowing smirk on the Commander. Leliana covered her mouth to hide her own amusement. The only two people who didn’t seem to know that the Herald and the Commander fancied each other were the Herald and the Commander. Cullen shifted his weight and his gaze moved in the direction of her cabin for a moment.

“Message sent,” the Iron Bull announced, clapping his hands together. “Don’t rush over there; she’ll be out for a few hours at least.”

He saluted and took his leave, shutting the door behind him. 

“I can finish this,” Leliana offered. 

While he was having trouble focusing back on the work, he shook his head and bent back over the diagrams that had been drawn of Redcliffe Castle and its secret entrance. They wouldn’t need a large force, just an efficient one. Immediately they had dispatched the best squadron for the job, but they still needed to finalize the plans to send them. If she was going in there, he had to get it right or she wouldn’t come out.

Hours later, he was exhausted but cautiously optimistic that the plan would work. The spymaster sent the plans in code and he moved through the sleeping village to her cabin. He wasn’t sure that he believed the story he had been told, but he did at least want to check on her. After Kinloch, if he’d had someone who understood what he went through, maybe things would have been different. Instead he had pushed himself and internalized the trauma, and Meredith Stannard had taken advantage of it all.

There was no response when he knocked, or when he eased the door open and called out to her. The fire in the hearth had died down and there was a chill in the room, so he moved to stoke it to keep her warm. When he passed she slept soundly, but by the time the fire was roaring, she was tossing and whimpering in a way that was far too familiar.

He sat beside her and smoothed hair off of her brow, hoping it would soothe her nightmares. Instead her eyes flew open, full of panic and fear. Magic crackled along her skin and she tried to strike him, the blows clumsy with sleep.

“Herald,” he said gently, trying to fully wake her. “Eve–”

Sleep began to lift and the panic and fear started to clear from her eyes. Her shaking breaths calmed and her hands fell to cover her face while her heart rate slowed. “I’m sorry,” she breathed. “It– You– I–I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have disturbed you.” He stood and moved away from her. As much as he had hoped that the demon hadn’t used him against her, the way she could barely look at him confirmed it. “Bull said… But I should have known.”

“No, I… I did ask for you, I think.” She pushed herself to sit up, and her fingers twisted through her long hair, clutching at her scalp. “I could have hurt you.”

Half-asleep and half-inebriated? That would have been unlikely. If he’d truly felt in danger, he could have nullified her magic, but he remembered how she had written about hating the feeling of reaching for her magic and not having it. 

“I did hurt you,” she choked out, and he froze. “No, I know it wasn’t you, but I–”

As if approaching a wounded animal, he moved to her bedside slowly and knelt down, making himself small so as to not spook her. “In Kinloch, during the Blight, the mages took over the circle using blood magic and demons,” he explained. “The templars–my friends–were slaughtered one by one. I was…tortured. They tried to break my mind.”

She peered at him cautiously through her fingers. 

“I don’t say this to elicit your pity,” he added, “just so you know that when I say I understand, I do.”

“I’m a Harrowed mage, I should have - I don’t know - been prepared.” It came out like a question, but she dropped her hands to her lap. 

“It takes a strong person to walk away from what you did,” he assured her. 

She scoffed and looked away, the fire reflecting in her green eyes. “It isn’t strength,” she whispered. “I just couldn’t let it use my face to hurt people.”

“Even if you can’t see it, I assure you, Herald, you are strong,” he insisted. “I’ve never met anyone with such tenacity and spirit.”

“My indomitable focus?” She watched him, still guarded. “Solas said it would be fascinating to see my will dominated. I don’t think he would have found it as compelling as he imagined.”

He had always known that others would want her, but hearing it confirmed in no uncertain terms made his hand flex around the pommel of his sword. She was not his to covet, but that did not stop him from doing so. Others already spent so much more time around her than he did and saw so much more of her; they were there for her when he could not be, and the idea pained him.

“When you look at me, Cullen, do you wish I was someone else?” She picked at her nails as she asked, an unmistakable flush on her cheeks. 

The question caught him off-guard, but then he began to make the connections. It had been an envy demon, undoubtedly it had played on related emotions like jealousy. He had a suspicion of who she meant; there was only one person who haunted him and who could also haunt her.

“I was intrigued by you that night in the Hanged Man because I saw her in you,” he confessed haltingly, and she failed to hide the way she winced at the revelation. “But I have since grown to know you, so I can say with confidence–no. I am grateful for the person you are.”

Her eyes closed and she took a slow breath through her nose as she absorbed his words. He watched her brows knit and the firelight dance across her skin, and when she met his gaze she was unguarded and vulnerable in a way he had only seen once before. As she tried to find words, her lips twitched, and then she gave up and leaned forward. When she kissed him it was a question, soft and searching. 

His answer was to cup her cheek in his gloved palm and brush his thumb over her lower lip. As much as he wanted to throw caution to the wind and kiss her until neither of them could drown in their hurts, he could not take advantage of what she had been through. When she realized, her shields raised again and she pulled away.

“You should go,” she said, and she turned her back to him as she curled into a little ball amongst the quilts on her bed. 

“I’d like to stay,” he pressed, “if you’ll allow it.”

When she nodded, he moved across the room to divest himself of his armor and sword. There was a mountain of work to be done, but the one thing he had wished for after Kinloch was someone to just be there. They had healed his physical wounds, watched to be certain he hadn’t harbored a demon, and not bothered with the rest. The raw wound left on his soul by the experience had scabbed over and calloused, and for years he had become someone he barely recognized. 

By the time he moved back to the bed, she had turned over and was watching him with a look in her eyes that made him flush.

“At the risk of embarrassing myself further, will you…” She moved over so there was ample space even in her small bed for him.

Slowly he eased onto the mattress, and she curled herself around him until she fit perfectly against his side. She pressed her palm against his chest, right over his heart, and he hoped its racing wouldn’t cause her to turn away. With her head on his shoulder he could smell the floral soap she used, and a contented noise escaped the back of her throat when his hand skated up her back.

As he got more comfortable with having her so close, he wrapped his other hand around the one on his chest and she let out a sigh that relaxed her. It didn’t take long for her breath to even out in sleep, and between her warmth and the comfort of knowing she was safe in his arms, he followed soon after. With luck his own nightmares wouldn’t interrupt her sleep, and she wouldn’t be plagued by her own. 

By the time he woke, she was gone and only her scent and her warmth lingered. There was a note on the desk, but he knew by the amount of sunlight that she was already on her way to Redcliffe. 

[Cullen–

Thank you for indulging me. I know I ask too much of you. I hope a few more hours of sleep will start to make up for it.

Eve]

[the-fiction-witch]

Ivy

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Warning childbirth

My body laid on the cold stone, my body shook and contorted, and my nails splintered and shattered as I gripped the gaps in the stone. My legs open wide my ankles bruised against the stone, my head thrown back. Tears flooded down my face, my jaw open wide, my voice shredding. My screams echoed off the high maze walls the sound could be heard from all inches of the maze, enough to rival the sounds of grievers. Minho's strong arms held my right arm down onto the cold stone of the maze floor, Ben held my left. Gally held my left ankle and Zart my right. All four of them tried desperately to hold me down against the stone but even the four strongest boys in the glade could not hold me. They had tried to tie me but ended up almost breaking my ankle. Alby stood behind us in the door of the maze looking down the corridor of the maze watching the time for when the doors would close. Clint and Jeff stood at my feet confused and alarmed, newt with them debating with them. All of us only inches inside the maze in the hope whoever was running this madhouse would know what was happening, and becuase I think the boys just wanted to be able to clean stone. 

"You are not," Newt told him, 

"Then what do you expect us to do." Clint complained, "We have to deliver the baby,"

"I know but you don't need to... look."

"Yes, I do! Newt I have to look."

"She's my girlfriend." newt said, "You are not looking,"

"I need to look Newt else this isn't going to work,"

"You don't know what you're doing,"

"Neither do you," Clint complained, "You have no medical knowledge"

"I have as much as you do," Newt complained, "And at least I've seen between her legs before."

"Ahhhhhhhh! Shut up, you Shanks! I don't care if he looks just deal with it!" I screamed, 

"Y/n are you-" Newt began,

"I Don't Care!" I screamed as I broke my hand out of Ben's grip and I grabbed Newt's hoodie dragging him to my nose, "Get. it. out. of. me."

"Okay. Okay, love." Newt nodded, "Do what you have to do." he told Clint,

"Thank you, Okay Y/n just keep breathing," Clint told me, and I nodded. 

My whole body worked only for one purpose to get this out of me no matter what the boys told me my mind flooded only with pain and agony. The boys tried to hold me down, tried to help me, newt doing his best to comfort me but in the end, nothing any of them could do was going to bring me peace not until this was over. 

I felt this pain beyond anything I had ever known my whole body was on fire as I screamed and thought against their hands before I collapsed against the stone staring up at the sky, the top of the grey maze walls. And suddenly Clint handed me the little baby wrapped up in sweet fabrics I held the sweet little baby to my chest feeling the warm skin against my own, looking down at her pale little face covered in slimy blood. I looked down at the sweet little face as the boys let me go and Newt knelt beside me.

"it's a girl," Clint smiled as he moved back, 

"A little girl," I cooed, 

"She's beautiful," Newt smiled, "She's so perfect," He cooed, 

"She is, the most perfect, beautiful little thing in the world," I smiled, 

"she really is. Our little girl. Our little baby girl." he cooed between his tears pressing a soft kiss to her head, 

"Is everything... okay? you know?"

"Everything is fine Y/n, everything is okay. your gonna be fine just on bed rest for a good while I should think."

"Yeah, I hope so. I think I deserve at least a few days off right Alby?" I asked but he just huffed already angry about this whole situation, 

"Yeah uhhh... you just pushed a whole human baby out of you... I uhhh I'm giving you a month off. Minimum." Zart nodded still shell-shocked given he was had been holding my ankle and thus witnessed the madness, 

"Yeah... I uhhh I'm gonna make up a big strong batch of moonshine." Gally gulped, 

"Yeah, I think I'll take one of those." I laughed, "what should we name her?" I asked Newt,

"Ohhh uhh I don't know Y/n, well she has your sweet   eyes maybe something like sky or sapphire?"

"No, I... I like Ivy."

"Ivy? Yeah... I like it too. Our little Ivy." He cooed, "I love you so much, Y/n,"

"I love you too Newt," I gasped, 

"Come on. Get her back into the glade." Alby ordered as he marched back into the glade,

"Yeah, we need to get you back in the glade and get you girls safe." Newt smiled, 

"Okay, come on Ivy." I smiled giving her a little head.

I sat beside the fire on a little log as I fed Ivy stroking her sweet blonde head and slowly feeding her some mushed-up veg from the kitchens. 

"Awww look at my beautiful girls!" Newt smiled as he came over sitting down with me he kissed my cheek and Ivy's little head, "How are my little glade girls?"

"fine, Ivy's hungry tonight,"

"Aww, poor little Ivy got an empty tummy," He cooed, "And how is my lovely Y/n?"

"I'm alright, how are you Newt?"

"I'm much better now I see my girls," he smiled as he took Ivy in his arms soothing her as he continued to feed her, "Awww very hungry little girl." 

"How was work?"

"Fine, same as always. Alby's having a pout becuase of the box."

"Less than usual again?" I asked and he nodded, "Alright what about the greenie?"

"He's freaking out, he asks a lot of questions."

"Ohh no he's one of them." I sighed, "He found his name yet?"

"Not yet, ohh and I lost a bet with Zart."

"Oh?" I glared a little, 

"I bet him the greenie would klunk his pants in the slammer, and he didn't so I owe him some bacon,"

"Alright, silly boy." I smiled kissing his cheek,

"Awww," He whined, "I think Ivy thinks mummy should give daddy a better kiss,"

"Does she now?"

"Yeah, Please mummy give daddy a big kiss?" He cooed in a playful voice, 

I rolled my eyes and kissed his lips sweetly, "Is Daddy happy now?"

"Very happy," He cooed. 

I held Ivy close trying to soothe her tears and cries as we watched the maze from above it slowly slipping from view to think of all our life, all our memories, all we had built, where Ivy was conceived and even born was now behind us as these men took us to a new unknown fate. Newt had his arms around me his hands on Ivy too, death glaring at the man across from us he may have saved us but I know Newt didn't trust him. And frankly neither did I. 

I didn't allow myself to sleep even if I was tired when we finally landed somewhere in the dark and sand, men lined the way with guns and began to shout at us to move. I held onto Newt and he held me tightly too as we rushed inside with our fellow gladers into this strange building where a rat-faced man met us and gave us way too much info for me to actually pay attention to as he headed us away to the most beautiful of sights. A long line of tiled shower stalls. 

"Ohh my god..." I gasped,

"Are... are these real?" Newt gasped, "Who's going first?"

"Me!" I said handing Ivy over to Newt,

"Why does she get to go first?" Fry complained,

"Becuase the closest thing to a shower I have had in the last three years is a bed bath Newt gave me after I gave birth to Ivy!"

"...That's fair." Minho nodded, "Let her go first."

Everyone quickly picked showers, happy to be clean, I picked the one on the end and Newt sat outside with Ivy on his lap as I kicked off my clothes and stood under the hottest shower I could, "Ohhh my god... this is the best feeling of my life,"

"Thanks, Y/n..." Newt laughed, "As the father of our child that makes me feel great."

"Okay second best."

"That doesn't make me feel better," he laughed, 

"You wanna come in the shower?"

"Who's gonna hold Ivy?"

"I'll stand out of the water a minute," I laughed, "Hold the baby."

"Alright I'm coming," He smiled, he came in the shower and handed ivy to me "Here you go have a baby."

"I'll happily have a baby, hello sweetie," I cooed kissing her so I moved out of the shower spray he smirked looking at my naked body as I held Ivy, and I admit I looked too and let him stand under the water, "Ohhhh! Ohh my god! this is amazing!" he groans, "How did you ever let me get you pregnant when I smelt this bad,"

"Cause I love you." I smiled, "How did you ever put a baby in me when I smelt this bad,"

"Cause I just love you that much love," He cooed, "Come here," he cooed turning the heat of the water down, 

I smiled and moved over the shower spray Newt happily wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me and Ivy to his chest and giving her head a little kiss as we kept her close so the three of us could have a nice wash, as soon as she got clean she began to giggle and smile. "Awww happy clean little girl,"

"She's now extra beautiful," he cooed, "You are too," he smiled, "Isn't mummy beautiful Ivy?"

"Humm thank you, you look lovely too now you're all clean"

"Thank you, Y/n," He smiled, 

"doesn't daddy look handsome now he's all clean Ivy?" I giggled,

"Aww thank you, my lovely girls," he cooed kissing both of us, "You think now I'm all clean... you think daddy could get some more kisses?"

"Ohh?"

"More... special kisses?" 

"I'll think about it," I cooed giving him a sweet loving kiss as we cuddled under the warm water,  

Once we all got clean and freshly dressed the ratman returned and quickly tried to take me and Ivy elsewhere, 

"No. No! I am not leaving. You're not taking us anywhere!"

"We just want to put you and your baby in a girl's room, on your own." he encouraged,

"No! I am not going anywhere without newt!" I protested,

"You are not taking my daughter or Y/n anywhere!" Newt said putting himself between me and the rat man, "It's not happening. You are not taking the woman I love anywhere, and if you even touch my daughter you'll wish you were dead." 

"...Alright, she can stay." He nodded clearly not wanting to push too hard, 

I laid in the sweet soft bed in the compound enjoying the sweet soft mattress and the sheets around me, Newt's arms around my waist kissing my now soft hair fresh from daily washes since we had been here, I couldn't help but smile feeling so cosy watching little Ivy sleep in her own little bed across from us. 

"She looks so comfy," I smiled,

"She does, sweet little thing. I bet it feels better than her hammock bed in the glade,"

"I know ours does," I giggled,

"It does, been so long since we had a proper bed. let alone a real cosy cuddle," 

"Umm it's nice," I smiled turning over to nuzzle into his neck,

"Hi, Y/n,"

"Hi Newt."

"Can I ask something?" he whispered into my hair,

"Umm?"

"...there is, one thing that would make me even more relaxed? you think maybe it would... make you relaxed too?"

"Humm well... it couldn't hurt, nice and quiet though we don't want to wake Ivy. Or tommy. or fry. or anyone." I giggled quietly, turning over to my side, he nodded and began to nibble and kiss my neck before he pulled down his shorts and tugged off my own shorts, he started off gently slipping himself inside me he held my hips firmly as he softly thrusted, often bitting his lips hard as to not make any noise, I happily pulled the pillow close to keep myself quiet at the movement of his hips. 

"Ummm! it's been so long..." he whispered, "I was almost scared too after Ivy. that I'd hurt you or... I'd get you pregnant again." He gasped, "I think I waited too long," 

"Far too long," I gasped moving his hand to rub my clit which he happily did his other hand coming up to fondle my breast gently, 

"Uhhh I don't want to... not yet... but I'm so so close Love..." He groaned, "We have to stop or I'm gonna-"

"it's okay we'll stop if-"

"I can't stop." He grunted, his hips moving fast and hard causing the bed to squeak, I tried not to react but It was so overwhelming his hand sped up giving me no mercy until I hit my orgasm biting down on the pillow as my eyes rolled back, the meer tightening of my pussy as I cam,e was enough to send Newt over the edge burying himself as deep inside me as he could as his hips bucked erratically, "Uh... uhh... bloody hell." he gasped, "I love you so much, Y/n,"

"I love you too Newt," I gasped, "next time she cries is your turn."

"That's fair," He chuckled, 

I sat doing my best to gather up a bag with everything we would need from his old shopping mall, trying to find something I could use as cloth diapers for Ivy.

"No one thinks about babies in the apocalypse. Hey?" I cooed to her, "No one thinks about baby food or baby clothes" I sighed. 

"What are we gonna do?" Newt asked, 

"Uhh I can cut up some of these old shirts to make them fit her,"

"Alright, give her here I'll look after her," He cooed taking her from me a moment, "I promise I'll look after my girls, even though Tommy's crazy plan," he smiled kissing my cheek,

I held Ivy close as we sat in the sand while everyone caught our breath, emptied their shoes of sand, and had the last of our water. I did my best to hold her but I was so exhausted and she was squirming so much from being tired, being hungry, I gave her the last of our water as Newt returned sitting beside me in the sand, 

"You need me to take her?" He asked, 

"You sure?"

"Can you hold her a couple more minutes?"

"I can, then you can take her?"

"I will," he nodded,

"I can take her if you need just for a minute?" Minho offered,

"No" we both snapped,

"Sorry Min... I just... I wanna keep her close." I told him, 

"Guys... come on, you both need to rest." He said coming and offering his arms,

"What do you think?" I asked Newt,

"I trust him." He nodded, "Just please... be gentle with her Minho."

"I will," he nodded so I slowly handed her over and I admit it was nice for a moment not to have her in my arms I laid my head on newts shoulder as Minho sat and cuddled her, newt and I held each other close even in our exhaustion savouring not having her between us, a literal weight removed from our arms, 

"She's a sweetie," He cooed,

"She likes you," Newt chuckled, 

"Yeah I like her too," Minho smiled, "Hi Ivy, you having fun with Uncle Minho,"

"I think she very much likes her Uncle Minho," I giggled before I sighed and laid a little closer to Newt almost falling asleep,

"Y/n?" Newt asked,

"Humm?"

"Are you okay love?" He asked, "You've been like this since we left the compound?"

"Yeah... just tried that's all newt." I nodded, "she's a full-time job,"

"She is... Daddy needs to pick his ass up a little?"

"No, it-"

"no no, I do. You take such good care of her. I need to do more I know I do," He nodded, 

"Thank you Newt."

"You're welcome Love," He cooed kissing my head, 

I clutched Ivy to my chest as the Bergs flew over the right arms camp, I did my best to hide behind the old car as the boys did their best to defend the camp, Newt held us both close kissing my head before he pulled back.

"Newt... no..."

"I have to. I promise I'm keeping you both safe." He said as he grabbed a gun and kissed my lips softly before he kissed Ivy's head, "I love you. Both of you."

"I love you too." I nodded, 

He looked at us both sadly before he stood with Tommy, Minho and Vince to defend the camp until the stunner knocked them all out, I screamed holding Ivy as close as I could to try and keep her from getting hurt. 

The wicked men came and lined us up by our numbers as Ava and Rat Man returned, 

"Get them onboard," he demanded and Immediately men grabbed at my arm to pull me up to my feet and they tried to take Ivy and me,

"Nooo! Nooo! Get your hands off her! Get off her! Let her go!" I screamed, 

"Let her go! You are not taking her! You're not taking our daughter!" Newt forced me out of the man's arms in his arms which kicked everyone to fight until thomas revealed his detonator. 

Which froze everyone in camp Wicked and right arm. 

Quickly Newt and I pulled Ivy close and stood behind thomas to keep the men away,

"Thomas... put it down." Rat man demanded,

"They promised! they promised we'd be safe all of us!" Teresa reassured,

"You really trust them!" he yelled,

"It was her only condition!" Ava yelled, 

"Put it down thomas... no one needs to get hurt." Janson offered, "You really wanna kill all your friends,"

Thomas looked around for support, fry nodded as did Minho but then he looked to us, "I- Ivy..."

"I know..." I nodded, but Newt wrapped his arms around me and Ivy and kissed her little head, 

"We're with you thomas." Newt nodded the sound of tears in his voice, and I nodded. I shut my eyes and squeezed Newt and Ivy tight. "I love you, Y/n," he whispered,

"I love you too Newt." I nodded,

But the Car rolled in smashing into the wicked men, 

"Run!" Thomas yelled, 

So we bolted as fast as we could for safety in the mad rush but a wicked soldier grabbed me making me scream as he ripped Ivy from me,

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo! IVY!" I screamed as I kicked and fought trying to get her back as she screamed and cried as the soldier took her to the berg with Sonya, aris and others who had been taken. "No Please!" I screamed as Thomas held me back from running into the berg after her, Newt tried to run too but Fry stopped him, He forced Fry's hands off 

"I am not leaving my daughter!" He shouted as he bolted to the Berg Minho joined him and the two forced Ivy from the soldier, as the doors began to close,

"Take her! GO!" Minho Demanded all but kicking Newt and Ivy out moments before it was too late, as soon as the door closed the Berg took off with Minho and the others inside.

I walked across the new right-arm camp looking up at the boat we would soon be sailing on holding my stomach, and my now pregnant stomach, I'm not sure when Newt got me pregnant again, but I imagine the night in the compound which makes me realize how insane it was I was bolting around a desert freshly pregnant, or early in our time at right arms camp who knows. I found Newt sitting and playing with Ivy her little blonde hair bouncing and her little eyes wide with excitement, she didn't know the pain we all felt she just knew she was playing with Daddy and that was all she cared to know. She was getting so big now almost two, forming words and wondering on her own mostly thanks to the right arm camp giving us time and space for her to grow. I sat down beside him and kissed her.

"Awww look Ivy Mummy's here,"

"Hello darling," I cooed to her, "How's daddy?"

"Same as usual," he nodded glancing at his arm, 

"How's Ivy?"

"Happy as ever," he chuckled, "How's mummy?"

"Same as usual," I shrug, "Jr's kicking up a fuss again."

"He's always kicking up a fuss," he laughed kissing my stomach, 

"You're thinking about it... aren't you?" I asked,

"... I can't leave Minho there."

"I know. I know you want to go Newt... But, we have a family here"

"Vince won't let me in the safe haven once he knows about my arm..."

"We can convince him." I said, "Newt... I can't let you go. You know I can't. I need you, Ivy needs you, Jr will need you. I know this... isn't the life we imagined back in the glade but, it's the life we have."

"I don't want to abandon you, any of you. But... Uncle Minho is family too," he chuckled, "He may as well be my brother... I can't leave him Y/n, and even so... The city... might have a cure."

"Might. That is a big might. You know if they catch you they won't let you go." I told him, "And if you go with thomas and Fry to save Minho... who's gonna be left to save you." I remind, "I have Ivy and now jr to worry over... I can't drop everything when pregnant or later depending on how long you're gone to come to save you." 

"I know..."

"Stay. Let thomas and Fry go. if something goes wrong with them I will let you go, they can get Minho and bring you a cure. But you can't expect me to let you go."

"...Okay," he nodded, "That's a deal. I'll stay, but if anything happens you'll let me go?"

"I promise," I smiled kissing him, 

I stood on the berg with Brenda, Vince, Minho, Jorge, fry and Newt, I held the controls as she gave him the Medicine for the cure just in time as just being in the city had made him far sicker within the meer day, only hours from turning into a mindless zombie, we had brought Ivy with us of course sitting her beside Newt so he could cuddle her and keep his sanity as she had worked almost as a reminder for him, never fully turning or snapping if ever Ivy was close. all while we waited to loom over the burning city waiting for thomas when he ran off looking for Teresa when I suddenly felt it... 

"fuck..." I gasped, "NEWT!" I screamed, 

"Y/n! What's wrong?" he handed Ivy to Minho as god knows he needed a cuddle with her as he bolted to me,

"Sssssssshhhhhhiiiiitttttt!" I screamed, 

"Jr?"

"No! Just a poke in my stomach! Yes! JR You FUCKWIT!" I screamed clutching my stomach, 

"Oh god... uhhh long shot... anyone knows how to deliver a baby!" he yelped,

"I mean I watched last time but I don't remember much other than hellish screaming," Minho answered,

"No idea," Brenda answered as she took over the controls from me as Newt moved me to the floor, 

"Hold her. This is gonna be rough," Vince said as he came over,

"You done this before?" Newt asked,

"Twice."

"Just... please be careful."

"Careful can get fucked! Get it out of me!" I screamed, 

I laid so far beyond pain on the floor of the berg as we flew off back to camp, Thomas lay across from me being wrapped up from his bullet wound, and Newt sat beside me as he held our little boy in his arms.

"He's perfect,"

"He is," I smiled,

"Look Ivy, it's your little brother," he told her letting her see her little brother as Minho still held Ivy for us,

"Give him here," I cooed and Newt happily handed our little boy over and I held him close seeing like me and like Ivy his little eyes, "what should we name him?" I smiled, 

"Well we thought of Jr but I'm not sure it suits him," He chuckled,

"Yeah sorry Newt,"

"It's fine, I'm sure I'll get a Jr someday," 

"Ummm" I smiled, and for a moment my eyes flicked to Thomas' bleeding body and I knew how much work would have to be done to save him, "Tommy..."

"Tommy, little Tommy. I think it suits him," he smiled kissing his little head, 

"Yeah, Little Tommy," I smiled, 

I sat watching the water stroking my stomach feeling the baby kick away, watching as Ivy built herself a sand castle her long blonde hair blowing in the sea breeze and little Tommy raced with newt and minho down the beach of course they let him win like the good daddy and uncle they are. When he won Newt lifted him up giving him a spin and Minho petted his little head telling little Tommy how he'd be a runner as soon as he's old enough. 

"Hey!" I called, "Family hug," I smiled and Ivy and little Tommy happily ran over hugging me tightly even stroking my stomach so they could feel their little brother or sister kick, Newt happily came over and sat down wrapping his arms around us all giving us the biggest hug he could. Minho chuckled as he saw how cute we all were, "Come on Uncle Minho your family too," I laughed, 

"Really?" He asked and Newt nodded so Minho happily joined the hug too, 

"Uhhh? what's happening here?" Thomas asked as he came over confused, 

"Hugs you wanna join the hug, Uncle Thomas?" Ivy asked him,

"Am... I allowed?" He asked,

"Sure come on," Newt told him so Thomas happily came and joined the hug too.

"Ahhh a lovely big hug, now all of you give mummy some space little ones kicking away again," I laughed so the hug broke and the kids ran off to play Minho and thomas chatted, Newt happily kissed my lips and then my thomas. 

"I love you, Y/n,"

"I love you too Newt," I smiled, "Any ideas? for this little one?"

"I don't know, all I know is they'll be perfect. Just like you. just like Ivy and just like Tommy," 

[writingwife-83]

When Ben turned to the dark side of the Force in The Rise of Kylo Ren comics, Rey in the Jakku desert felt cold. They have always been connected, even before they met. Now imagine what Ben must have felt when Rey was born. When she was born, Ben was 10 years old and at that age he was sent to Luke's Jedi Academy. He missed Han and Leia a lot and there were certainly moments when he was very sad because of his parents' distance, especially in the first days of living at the Jedi Academy. But perhaps Rey's birth made an inexplicable joy well up in his heart that brought him a little comfort, even if he didn't know the origin of that happiness in his heart. I wish this became canon. 🥺

Well thanks a lot for that. 😭 No, but really, this is a great HC and I completely accept it! I feel like it would be something like this…

Hope Is Born

Ben pulled the covers up tighter around him, trying and failing to make himself comfortable. He hated the stiff bed and the scratchy blankets and the cold that never seemed to go away in this place, even with a fire nearby. This wasn’t home, and he didn’t want it to be.

What Ben wanted was his mother; wanted her to come tuck him in and tell him a story, to ruffle his hair and tell him he was looking more like his father every day. Then Ben would ask when his father would be home and his mother would get a faraway look in her eyes before smiling and giving him a vague answer like, ‘before you know it.’ And when his father was there, the bedtime stories would do nothing to tire him out, instead thrilling him and fueling adventurous dreams.

His little chin quivered in the next breath, anger quickly replacing the soft feelings for his parents as he remembered the things he used to hear them saying about him when they thought he was asleep. He hated them for sending him away. Uncle Luke was teaching him that anger and hate were wrong. But sometimes, in the quiet darkness, it felt good to let those emotions well up in him and embrace them. To imagine making them all sorry for all the times they’d hurt and rejected him. Sometimes the voices in his head praised him for those thoughts…

Suddenly, Ben’s eyes flew open. He sat up on his little cot, breathing heavily as his heart pounded and the hair on his arms stood on end. He nearly cried out for his uncle because of what he felt. The only reason he didn’t was because he wasn’t afraid. Instead, he felt…

Ben felt warm, for the first time since he’d come to Ossus. He felt warm and comforted. He was still surrounded by the darkness of night in his little tent, and yet somehow he could swear everything around him seemed brighter, more vibrant, and clearer.

He lay down again, the initial adrenaline slowly wearing off and leaving an intense peace in its wake. It felt as if he’d been hugged by his mother, told by his father that they loved him and were so proud, and then gently tucked in. It felt as if he’d been given everything he knew he needed and more in that one moment. As if someone out there was telling him it would all be ok.

For the first time in some weeks, Ben Solo shut his eyes, feeling completely calm. No voices to keep him up and haunt him, no anger or fear. He couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but he knew that something good had happened somewhere out there in the galaxy. It made him feel special to be a part of it, to have been able to feel it so intensely. Maybe it wouldn’t last, but it gave him something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Hope.

[constantinethecomedian]

Injured type of love

Short disclaimer: this is my first fanfic I ever wrote, I was thinking should I publish it and then I told myself screw it what is worse that can happen, feel free to give me some advice because I have absolute no experience in this, I hope you will enjoy and I haven't done it too bad. <3

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it was a warm Friday, normal day for y/n, most basic boring day at school but y/n was looking forward to see one person from his class, Natalie Scatorccio. He had crush on her for long time, he heard a lot of awful things from other students but he didn't believed in that and used to defend her whole time.  Y/n was a player for male team with Ben as coach, so it wasn't pretty common for them to have practice together with yellowjackets. Y/n spent day trying to figure out how to be with Nat more outside school, maybe he can ask Lottie when is that party she was talking, even that he wasn't guy that goes to parties he wanted to try everything just to reach Natalie. Day passed fast and y/n was ready to go to practice.  Ben whistles "Alright boys, its Friday and we don't have a game on Sunday so I wanted to enjoy a little, lets play against yellowjackets,  I'm going to coach Martinez, if something happens Misty is watching over there, don't be to harsh and enjoy".  y/n have to do something new if he want to impress Nat. y/n found his motivation and with few easy dribbles he was again one on one with Van, this time he faked shot, passed next to them and scored easily. Yellowjackets equalized result, Nat founded Jackie open and she scored, y/n looked at her and she smiled to him, next possession for y/n team was a corner kick, y/n blocked van , but after he felt hands on him and *BOOM he bumped his head on woodwork, on the floor his vision was blurred and his head hurted like someone hitted him with baseball bat, his vision returned and he saws Natalie tearing face and Misty, y/n told them he is fine, but as he tried to get up, wave of dizziness was there. "are you sure you are alright" Misty asked, "I am feeling dizzy a little", "that's not a good sign y/n, I think it would be best if we take you to the locker room and I can see what's wrong" Misty commanded Lottie and Van to take him to locker room, y/n saw Laura lee comforting Nat, poor girl blamed herself for what happened. In the locker room, Misty diagnosed Y/n have concussion, not that bad but still he wasn't able to run anymore. Lottie proposed that y/n rest for some time and she can drives him back home, after practice y/n heard door opening, firstly Laura Lee entered

"hey y/n are you feeling better, you hit your head hard we were all scared"

-"yes Laura im feeling a bit better, Misty gave me some medicine".

"Thats nice to hear, anyway someone is here to see you, can i bring her here?" who is there y/n asked himself, but then he recognized black jacket and blue hair, Nat was running to hug him, but her eyes were red, was she crying?

"Y/N im so so so fucking sorry, I never wanted to hurt you! Im so fucking sorry, is there something i can do to apologize?

-"hey Nat, it's ok it's not your fault"

"but i pushed you, oh my God im so stupid.."

-"i told you it's not your fault, you didn't mean to push me direct on woodwork, you wanted to keep me away from goal"

"hey y/n, now that we are alone i have something to confess. I know i always act grumpy around and you maybe think that I hate you and I'm really sorry, I always hear other kids talking bad things and I thought if I am too close to you they are going to talk shit about you too and I wanted to keep you safe, I always feel that I'm only hurting people, thats why I push them away from me, you are just like Lottie always trying to be kind to anyone and I really adore that.

-"wow, that makes sense, thank you for telling me this Nat and you are not hurting people, Van always told me how you defend her always and Lottie told me that I'm right about your brighter side which is not shown because this shitty school and shitty town. If you are not going to talk with me in school, can we maybe hang out more after, somewhere more private."

"we can try, but first lets take care of you today, Lottie is outside waiting in her car, we can drive you back home"

-"That would be nice, I think i have empty house until monday so if you want you can stay, I hate empty place and silence"

"that would be nice, I didn't wanted to go home anyway.

Lottie was really out waiting in her car, they had a slow ride back home, without music because Misty said y/n can be sensitive more than usual on louder voices or lights, when they arrived, y/n leaned on Nat and she carried him to couch. They realized that there isn't much things to eat, so Nat ordered pizza, they were lying in blankets in dark, Nat asked:

"I have a question y/n, I always see you hanging with 2 persons mostly, not messing around on parties and not messing around with girls, do you have girlfriend? I'm sorry if its too personal I-I just wanted to know."

-"I don't have that much friends to be honest, outside of school I spend more time with coach Ben than other people, some girls think that I'm attractive but their behaviour is just so bad, you act like you are going to kill someone but atleast i know you wouldn't go around just judging everyone, so no i don't have a girlfriend. thanks for offering help today, that pushed me back in reality and I know that some people actually care. Nat noticed y/n teared a bit and went to hug him immediately.

"thanks for opening yourself y/n, thanks for trusting me, if it makes you feel better, I feel almost same as you, the reason I always look like I want to kill someone and Im not opening to anyone, I was with one boy from baseball team, stupid baseball team, he acted like he care, until he took me to a party and get me drunk, then slept with me and then news spread around that I slept with whole baseball team, I haven't go to school in weeks and people started looking at me like I'm some kind of animal. Then you came into my life and I didn't want to hurt you." They both had troubles in their life but founded comfort in each other on unexpected way.

"Nat, I haven't had my first kiss yet, do you want it?" Nat lowered her face and gently kissed y/n's lips when she heard soft snoring, maybe Mistys medication ruined the moment, but she is glad that y/n will rest and they will continue tommorow. As sun rises y/n slowly opened his eyes feeling so much better from yesterday, thinking about his crazy dream where he kissed Nat, when he felt hands on his hips, he jumped out of bed screaming, Nat opened her eyes when she saw y/n jumping from bed.

"Y/N whats wrong heyyy what are you doing?"

-"I thought this was dream, i remember hitting my head yesterday but rest of the day felt like dream, wait it wasn't a dream?"

"no dude, seems like medication really hitted you, but Im glad you are feeling better." y/n blushed like tomato

-"so that means you kissed me, does that mean you would like to be in relationship with me?"

"of course sweetheart, I couldn't choose better person than you"

-"thats so nice to hear, you know I don't care what other people say you are mine now and no one can hurt you, you can always come to this place and if girls have some problem with that..."

"we have time to talk about it with girls, we have 2 days of weekend let's not think about future for today anymore. You still have to rest I want to make sure you are alright"

y/n returned to bed when he felt grip of Nat soft hands, they continued cuddling with some boring tv show in the background, at this moment nothing was important, it will turn out girls accepted them better than they thought

[nemolfc]

𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭; 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨?

��𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

how the world can seem so vast on a journey to the past

Their families were seated outside in her back yard, having a lovely meal in the warm weather — she sat back and observed how everyone was chatting animatedly amongst one another which further added onto the ache she felt deep inside of her heart, as the chatter quieted down, she stood up with her glass raised high as she began to speak with a soft shaky tone, " I’d like thank everyone for coming tonight, my parents haven’t exactly told you why because I wanted you all to be gathered for this occasion "

His brows knit in confusion, her tone had clearly gave away that she hadn’t been feeling well despite her continuous attempts to brush off his concern.

" A few weeks ago, I had applied to the Juilliard School of performing arts because as you know, I’ve been fortunate enough to receive quite the backing from my instructors and today " She paused then swallowed the lump in her throat, " I have received my acceptance letter, I’m in "

His smile fades almost instantly, as his brain recounts the past few weeks in which she was quite on edge, shifty and overall avoiding any and all inquiries regarding her emotional state, he watched as his family along with hers were elated, congratulating her whilst he sat there completely taken back by what he had heard.

Suddenly his mother turns to him and asks him, " Well aren’t you going to congratulate her, darling? "

He nods swiftly then offers her a sweet smile then says, " Congrats love "

She smiled weakly then said, " Thanks Ben "

It was after the dinner party that he had followed her to their corner which was a shed in her backyard, he pushed the door open and walked in. " Love, can I come in? "

She chuckles, " Why are you asking for permission Ben, of course you can? "

He walks in further before sitting next to her, a brief wave of silence envelops them before he decides to ask her with a soft; broken tone. " When were you going to tell me? "

She lets out a soft sigh, " I didn’t want you to figure it out like this so it was best to keep it until we all gathered "

" I thought you’d stay here, that we’d room together like we always said we would " He said, his tone displaying the ache he felt.

She heaves out a soft breath, " You know we can’t do that, you’re dating Carla, the last thing she wants is for you to be rooming with me "

He raised a brow at her remark, " So? you’re my best mate "

" Ben " She groans in frustration. " Are you really that much of an idiot to not realize that a boyfriend having a close female mate let alone a roommate is a big no no? "

" Says who? we’ve been mates since we were kids and not once did I see you in that light even though our mums tried their best to set us up, plus Carla knows that you’re just my best mate " He shrugs, not sure why she was making a big deal out of it. " I just … I don’t wanna get used to not seeing you around anymore "

She giggles at his tone, " There’s plenty ways for us to communicate Benji, Skype, Facetime — so many more, and plus It’s not like I won’t be visiting in the holidays "

He sighs, " I know, it’s just … " he looks up at her then says. " I’ll miss you "

She reaches over to pull him into an embrace then says, " I’ll miss you too Benji, I promise we won’t lose touch "

" We won’t for sure " He reiterated, vowing to make sure they always stay in contact.

And yet, they never did.

Ben had become so occupied with football & Carla that phone calls and messages between him as well as her had lessened as time flew by — Leisurely, he’d stopped asking about her; in turn, so did she.

She’d expected it to happen, given their growing careers yet what she didn’t expect was for them to lose touch entirely so much so that she had barely seen him even during the holidays, she’d known he had broken up with Carla which was also expected given how hectic his footballing schedule was, however she certainly didn’t think he’d also leave his friendship behind.

Until … that one night.

___

2023.

" You know? she’s back from New York … "

Ben had been in the kitchen, chatting with his mother when she had effortlessly brough her up in the midst of their conversation, he grew silent as he recalled the last time they’d spoken which was about three years ago — due to the unfortunate effect of time. " Oh? "

His mother raised a brow, " Oh? that’s what you’ll say, she was your best mate darling "

" Keyword is was, I haven’t been exactly best mate of the year " He murmurs shyly. " And to be fair so was she "

His mother shot him a knowing look, " I don’t seem to recall her being the one to cut you off due to work, she’d show up, visit me and ask about you even though you were the one that stopped talking "

He looks down in shame, " I know "

His mother shakes her head, " Well it’s a good thing you two will see each other soon for Landon’s wedding "

His head shot up at the mention of his school mate’s name, " What do you mean? "

" She’s the maid of honor and you’re the best man so you two will be spending a lot of time together " His mother explained.

Ben’s eyes widened, he had a feeling that she would be less than thrilled with the idea of spending time with him; indeed, at Jill’s home, she had heard the unfortunate news of being paired up with Ben.

—

" You’re not serious, right? " She reiterated with an incredulous tone. " I have to spend time with him "

Jill rolls her eyes, " Babe, please — Landon and Ben are school mates, plus he knows that you have a fucked up history with Ben with the whole leaving because you’re too much of a pussy to admit that you like Ben "

She shot Jill a deadly glare — " I am not a pussy, and plus I’m over Ben, as clearly he’s never once seen me as anything more than a childhood mate, because it was easy for him to cut me off and focus on his footballer lifestyle "

Jill sighs, " Did you ever stop to think that things happened cause of life? "

" It doesn’t matter " She sighs, covering her face. " I will just ignore him "

" Babe " Jill groans.

" Fine I will not ignore him " She huffs.

—

A few weeks later, Landon and Jill had invited her along with Ben for the cake tasting — Ben had arrived early while all three waited for her to arrive, at about five minutes later she sprints inside with an apologetic tone, capturing Ben’s attention immediately, he noted how much longer her hair had gotten, her completely 180 switch in regards to her style of clothing as well as her face which was semi bare of any makeup, only a spec of mascara and lip gloss.

" Hi, Hi … sorry I’m late, I was held up at the dance studio " She states with an apologetic tone, before her eyes landed on Ben. " Benjamin " she said with a cordial tone.

The icy tone felt akin to a knife penetrating his heart, he nods in acknowledgement then looks away as Landon and Jill raise their brows at him almost as if they’re silently asking him to try and do something, as she stood near Ben — a unanimous ping from Jill and Landon caused her to look at them in confusion.

" Oh … Oh would you look at that? we have a mix up cause Landon and I are scheduled to check out venues " Jill said with a sickeningly sweet tone, she turns to Landon. " Shall we babe? "

Landon grins, " Yes we shall? you guys are ok with handling the cake tasting "

Ben grows silent and was about to speak when she suddenly spoke up with a calm tone, " We certainly will, right Benjamin? "

Ben chuckles nervously, " Right? "

The couple depart, leaving both Ben and her in front of several cake samples — the person in charge, an elder woman by the name of Suzanne approached them, " You guys need any help? "

She smiles softly, " Nope, we got this "

Ben eyed her as the pair browsed through the array of cake samples — " Landon likes vanilla with a splash of cinnamon? " he remarks, breaking the wave of awkward silence.

" Jill likes a berry mix with a hint of chocolate " She retorts with a sarcastic tone. " This is her big day "

" And it’s also Landon’s big day " Ben remarks with an eye roll, " Listen … we’ll just go with the vanilla/cinnamon mix "

" Excuse me! " She exclaims with an incredulous tone, " I’m the maid of honor and my main duty is keeping Jill happy "

" And I’m the best man, I want to make sure my best mate Landon is happy " Ben said, his voice rising slightly high.

She chuckles dryly, " You sure are a good friend huh Chilly? "

Ben winced, recalling how their friendship fell out. " Love? " he whispers.

" No, no … you’re best mate of the year Benji, you’re such a caring friend that I’m surprised you never reached out when I was injured, or when my Nan died … it’s like you wiped me out so excuse me for shifting my emotions onto someone that appreciates them " She said with glossy eyes, " So? we are going with Jill’s option for the main cake and Landon’s option for the reception cake, a good compromise "

Ben sighs then nods, " Agreed "

Another wave of awkward silence falls between them before Ben murmurs, " I’m sorry "

She sighs, " It’s pointless Ben, ok … we haven’t spoken in three years so let’s get through this wedding and just, forget this ever happened "

Yet he had no desire to forget nor risk the chance of reconnecting — the weeks that followed were brutal, she either purposefully ignored him as they worked through awkward silence or worse – handed him an obscene amount of work just so that he’d be far away from her as possible.

What’s worse, he’d begun to sense a nagging sense of covetousness lurking in the back of his mind — she seemed to cozy up rather quickly to Jill’s male cousin Freddie, a football player from a Scottish low tier team he wasn’t aware of.

He loathed the feeling, which seemingly kept him up at night – resulting in a string of memories to crash through his mind, he wasn’t blind to her beauty, it was the kind that drew anyone in, even more so as they’ve gotten older, she had her fair share of suitors that were either heartbroken or sent away by her claim that she needed no man.

Yet he couldn’t help but wonder why he felt a sense of elation each time that happened, could it been? perhaps … what their mothers used to joke about had become a reality, he really was in love with her — he was in love with his best mate.

During the final two weeks leading up to the wedding, Landon and Jill had believed that signing Ben and her up for couples dancing classes would be a delightful idea, oh how they were wrong?

The dance instructor was overzealous, he began his class by saying, " The rules are simple … Tango has no rules, it’s all about following a specific rhythm deep within, it’s the connection between two souls "

She casts a sideway glance at Ben then says with a soft tone, " If you step on my foot, I’ll kick you in the balls "

Ben chuckles, " For that, I just might do it "

As the dance class commenced — a soft upbeat tempo filled the studio as Jill and Landon moved on one end while Ben and her moved on the other, it’d been arduous at first to pretend as if there wasn’t a wave of awkwardness between them yet as they continued to follow the instructions of the dance instructor, a wave of warmth coursed through them with each step, the passion that they concealed was slowly seeping through the cracks.

The song had ended, and as Ben pulled her in, their lips mere inches away, she pulled away muttering something under her breath before storming out, Jill and Landon sharing a look of confusion before Landon asked, " Did you say something? "

Jill sighs, " I’ll talk to her "

He shakes his head before replying, " No, I’ll talk to her "

Ben follows her out to find her leaning up against her car. " Love? "

She blows a soft breath before she finally looks up at him and that's when he noticed her tear stained cheeks which caused his heart to twinge in ache, " I hate you "

" Love, don't say that " Ben sighs in complete dejection.

" No! " She cried — blinking away the tears. " I waited and waited for you to notice me when all you did was brush me off in favor of those pretty girls that come your way, hell you’d ignore me the second you get a girlfriend, our mums could even see it but you … you continuously broke my heart and I … " she laughs softly, " It still beats for you, this stupid battered heart still beats for you "

He tried to approach her only for her to back away, causing him to frown.

" I can’t do it " She sighs walking to the driver’s seat. " Goodbye Ben! "

He watched as she had driven away with a large portion of his heart — as he dejectedly returned to the studio with an enormous amount of ache, Jill said with a concerned tone. " What happened? "

" I lost her " He whispers.

" Ben, mate … no " Landon tried to assure him.

He offers the couple a sympathetic smile before adding, " No, it’s ok "

____

The ceremony was picture perfect from start to finish — everyone gathered at the church to celebrate Landon and Jill who lovingly expressed their emotions with Ben and her standing behind the bride and groom respectively, while she was engrossed in the beautiful sight, he was engrossed entirely in how ethereal she looked in the baby pink gown that complimented her features — and it was at the reception party that he finally decided to confess his feelings.

Only to be stopped by the heart aching sight of her and Freddie together.

Landon suddenly approached him then murmurs, " Mate, go up there and talk to her "

He sighs, " she doesn’t want to talk to me "

" No, she does … Freddie is gay " Landon said.

He raised a brow, " What? "

Landon laughs — " You didn’t know, Jill had mentioned it during the rehearsal dinner "

He tries to think back to that day yet it seems that he’d been too engrossed in looking at her that he failed to listen to anything, " So he’s not …? "

" No he’s not … now please for the love of god, stop being a party pooper and go " Landon had to practically shove him towards her.

Ben tentatively made his way towards her just as Freddie excused himself, she turns to him then says. " Came to make sarcastic remarks and make me feel bad? "

" No, I came to say that I’m an idiot, a complete bafoon, a meat-head, a bone-head, an ar— " He stopped midway when her hand was up.

" I get it … go on " She said with a ponderous sigh.

" I’m sorry love, I’m really truly fucking sorry " He said with an apologetic tone, " I wish I can go back time and undo those three years but I’d been so caught up with football that I forgot that you matter just as much, if not more important than football "

" Ben, don’t say that " She said with a soft tone.

" No, just … just hear me out " He said with an equally soft tone, " You know what these three years taught me, it taught me that the one girl who’s been there for me when times were rough, the one girl I could count on to cheer for me during the academy matches, the one girl who kept me in line when things got overwhelming, the one girl that owns my heart is … you "

" Ben " She sighs dejectedly.

" I love you, I really fucking love you " He said, " If you’d let me, I’d make you the happiest woman there is "

Before she could respond, they hear the guests gathering, she says. " Jill’s gonna throw the flowers "

They walk up to the crowd and then — as if fate had intended for it to happen, the bouquet of flowers lands directly in her hands as the guests clap for her.

She looks at Ben and says, " I guess this is the answer to your question "

He grins, tugging her in for a soft passionate kiss that spoke volumes in regards to their bond — and though, despite not wanting to give in, this journey to the past had brought them back together.

[jaylienpotter]

Part 4 of Let them be | 1k words

> Part 3 | Part 5 (to come) <

Credit to @starsarestories for suggesting including Hagrid in marauders fics!

Let people want none

"Comin'!" With a loud creak, the wooden door opened wide. "Ah, Peter! What'cha doin' here? Come in!" Rubeus Hagrid was a half giant who was Hogwarts' gamekeeper. He was extremely sweet, despite his intimidating figure. He had guided Pettigrew and Potter on their first day there and they quickly warmed up to the hairy man. Peter went to his cabin from time to time.

"Hello Hagrid. I'm honestly hiding from my peers, you're a calmer presence so I came here. Hope that's alright?"

"O' course! Hungry?" The man infamous for his cooking skills. If Hagrid invited him for tea, he felt bad refusing, eating the rock hard pastries he made. The flavour wasn't bad. It was just hard to chew.

"No, thank you."

"Tea?"

"Yeah, alright. Thanks." He prepared the tea and sat opposite to the student.

"So. What'cha hidin' for? Did ye get into a fight?" No, but he had been further from starting one.

"No. It's just… It's James. He keeps messing with me, saying I fancy this person. But I don't! And it's really frustrating…"

"Ye told him that already?"

"I keep telling him Benjy and I are just friends- Benjy is the one I'm talking about. Benjamin Fenwick, Ravenclaw, a year above." Hagrid nodded once, maybe he knew Ben. Or he was just being polite. "But James doesn't believe me. Says I'm in bloody denial. But I don't like Benjy that way!"

"Yer just not gay, that's alrigh'. Ye can be close to a friend."

"It's not that… I never fancied anyone. At all. Girls or boys. Sybill liked me at one point and she's sweet and passionate and pretty but… I just don't feel it. Maybe I'm broken…"

"Nonsense! Yer so young, ye'll find the right person, don't worry boy." Wormtail exhaled after taking a sip from the hot wonky mug.

"You don't understand, I… I don't think I'm capable of feeling that, you know? Like… everyone is coupling now. James is head over heels for Evans as usual. I think she's gaining a liking for him, which will make him impossible to be with. Marlene and Dorcas are a couple. Oh, Remus and Sirius got together by the way."

"Ah, did they? Good for 'em. I think they make a good couple."

"Yes, finally. They're two oblivious idiots. But anyways. Everyone is all lovey-dovey and I just… don't get it? I don't see what's so special about being in love. If anything it seems annoying and disgusting. And everyone is expecting me to join in but I don't want to…"

"Then don't. Simple. Ye gotta learn not to fall under pressure, Peter." He did have a point. Saying 'no' was a very difficult task.

"But what if I never feel fulfilled?"

"Lemme tell ye a secret, Pete. Ya don't need a partner nor family to be happy. I'm happy and haven't had a girlfriend since my years at Hogwarts. It's just been me and my animals. It's enough for me. Some people, like James, need love to feel fulfilled but not everyone. Some people don't care about it or do not wish for it. One example is Professor Mcgonagall."

"She's never had a partner?"

"Not as far as I'm aware. She much rather have her space and doin' other things. An' that works. Maybe it's what works for ye too." His head of house was a brilliant witch. Tired, for sure, but who wouldn't be when you have the Marauders as your students?

"I see… Maybe you're right. But how do I tell people? Everyone will think I'm odd."

"Just say ye don' feel that attraction. Ye prefer friendship. Or don't say nothin'. Ye don't owe anyone explanations, yeah? Do what feels best for ye." Wormtail relaxed. He needed to hear it. That he wasn't broken. He wasn't the only one like that. And it was okay.

"Thanks, Hagrid. I'm glad I came to talk to you."

"Anytime. Always good to have som' company. Ye welcome to come over whenever, alright?" The boy smiled and nodded, finishing his tea and saying his goodbyes.

"You won't believe it! I got my hands on an Incredible Hulk! Can't wait to read it!" He might not have been a scholar like Remus. And big literacy books were boring to him. Comics, however? He owned a huge collection. Marvel was his favourite.

"That's great! You'll have to tell me about it when you finish." Benjy was the only one really willing to listen to him ramble about the things he liked. James read comics too, but it was hard to have a conversation about it, Prongs always ended up being the only one talking, too absorbed to notice he was cutting off Wormy. It wasn't his fault, yet it still made the short boy feel invisible. Not with Benjamin, though.

"You can read it afterwards, if you want. And then we can discuss it."

"Thanks but I prefer it when you explain it. You're cute when you're excited." Pettigrew wasn't stupid. He knew his friends were right when they said Fenwick fancied him. He would just rather pretend he didn't know. Pretend it's not true. Live in ignorant bliss.

"Oh, thanks. So uhm… Have you been drawing?" Ravenclaws were mostly known for their intelligence and academic values. What people often forgot was how it was also the House of creativity.

"Yeah, here and there." A comfortable pause followed, the mood shifted as soon as the silence broke. "Pete… Can I tell you something?" Oh no. No… No, please don't confess. Please. Everything was going so well…

"Sure, what's up?" His voice sounded casual, even though his stomach took a toll. If this was anything like what people described as 'butterflies in their stomach', Wormtail was glad he didn't feel attraction.

"You probably know this already- or you don't and are oblivious. But… I like you. As in I fancy you. Have been for a while." The Ravenclaw probably wasn't expecting that reaction. Maybe a rejection, an unsureness or if he got lucky, a kiss. Instead he was met with sadness. Pettigrew looked down, leg bouncing from anxiety. "Please say something…"

"I can't…" Voice broken, much how he felt inside. "I-I can't love like that… It's not-"

"'It's not you, it's me', heard that one."

"No, Benjy! Listen to me, please… I don't think I'm capable of having romantic feelings. I can't bring myself to be interested in any of those things. Kisses grosses me, couples annoy me, the whole societal norms in regards to love leave me bloody fuming! I don't know why I'm like this. I just really don't like that sappy stuff. It's not for me. And if I did like it and feel romantic attraction, I would've definitely dated you. It just doesn't feel right to be with anyone… I'm sorry for giving you any wrong signals…"

"It's okay. I thought there was something, sorry for misinterpreting our relationship." No, don't go!

"No! Benjy there is! Just because it's platonic doesn't mean it's not special! You're my best friend…"

"I… I thought it was the Marauders?"

"Well… James is sort of on your level. But you've been climbing your way up, I feel. Remus is a good friend and Sirius too but… Nothing compared to you. You make me feel loved, like I'm worth something."

"You're worth the whole world…"

"Then let's not change things… I'd really hate it if you stopped being my friend because of this…" No, go back inside! Bloody tears!

"Okay. If that's what you want, I'm happy to just be near you. We can keep our Wednesday tea dates. Platonically!" The small boy chuckled. Benjy was the best, he made everything better. Wormtail could always count on him.

"I'd like that." Ben opened his arms wide and Wormy walked there in baby steps until his head was against his friend's chest. He let himself be hugged, taken care of. "Are you mad?"

"At you? Never."

"I'm sorry for this. You're truly special, Ben."

"So are you. As a lover or a friend. So are you, Petey..." They stayed like that for a while. And then they carried as usual, their bond the same as before, if not stronger. Things hadn't gone the way Benjamin wanted them to, but the Marauder knew he got touched by being called a best friend. And Peter meant every word of it. Not loving romantically didn't mean not loving at all. Platonic love was just as important, just as intense, just as real.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Oohhh I got a bit of an angsty request (with fluff!!)

could you possibly write Jeff with a younger sibling (around 13-14) that has stuck around with him and been with him since he went insane n shit, who goes to school (but lives in the mansion with him and everyone else) and that he’s really protective over that gets cheated on by a partner that they really trusted? Fem!reader or Gn!reader, idm, just want some overprotective older brother Jeff fluff :)

Jeff as an older brother is everything to me <33

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Brother!Jeff x Sibling!Reader

Getting home from school felt like a godsend. You had just found out that your partner had cheated on you, and all you've wanted to do since you've found out is go home and cry. You thought that they were better than that, you thought that you were at the point of complete trust. Guess not.

As you open one of the manor's great big doors, the sound of various chatter is heard. Jeff is one of these voices, and when he sees you walking through the door he gives you his usual greeting. "Sup loser, good day today?" You ignore him and keep tredging up the stairs to your bedroom. This makes him raise a brow. "Relax, dude I'm sure its just teenage blues. They are at that age after all" BEN says, placing a hand on Jeff's shoulder. This falls on deaf ears though, as jeff is already getting up to go check on you.

You open your door and throw your backpack down to the floor, flopping onto your bed and sobbing as quietly as you can. This is interrupted as a few minutes later, Jeff is opening the door. You immediately try to make it look as if you weren't crying and throw a pillow at jeff, which he catches. "Oh my god, get out!! Don't you know anything about knocking!" You say frustratedly at your brother. He ignores this and throws the pillow back at you, hitting you in the head. "Chill dude, I'm just checking on you." He says as he walks over to your bed and stands by it. "You ok? Your eyes are all red and your nose is oozing. Its nasty"

You let out a short laugh before beginning to cry again. Jeff sits and pulls you into his arms for a hug. You continue to cry for a bit before finally speaking. "I saw them with someone else" you mumble. "What are you talking about?? Saw who??" He asks, making sure to keep your snotty nose away from his hoodie. "My partner. I saw them with someone else" you say, the tears just starting to slow down.

Jeff is quiet for a moment, which is never good. "Really?" He asks. You look up at him, and see that he is staring off into the distance and gritting his teeth angrily. You get up off of him and wipe your tears "woah. Hold on now, jeff. Don't do anything ras-" you are cut off as he stands and begins to leave your room. "Wait, jeff! Don't hurt them!" You shout, racing after jeff as he storms down the stairs, gets into his truck and drives off, supposedly to go beat this poor kid up. You sit on the porch and sigh, waiting for jeff to get home.

Toby comes to sit with you outside and offers you a plate of dinner from the house. Mac and cheese and chicken, it's still warm from the oven. You thank him and begin to eat while he stares into the distance. "What happened?" He asks after a while. With a mouthful of food you respond, "he's being stupid again. I told him my partner cheated on me and now he's going and beating up someone almost 10 years younger than him" toby snorts at this. "That's jeff for ya." He sighs "come on kid, it's getting late and you gotta go get ready for bed" he says, standing up and offering you a hand. You stand up and take one final look at the driveway. "How long do you think he'll be gone this time?" You ask.

Toby offers a sad smile. "Well, he'll be back by in the morning?" His speech is getting more and more filled with his vocal tics, especailly the whistles. You can tell that he's not being entirely truthful with you, and is moreso just trying to make you feel better. "Thanks." You say before heading back inside and putting away your dish, before going and getting ready for bed.

When jeff comes back, you are just finishing up your homework. "Hey." He says, sitting beside you on your bed. You are quiet for a moment before looking at him. "How bad was it?" He sighs "i didn't kill them?" You roll your eyes. "People are gonna think im doing this shit" you say, continuing your homework. He hugs you tightly "i know. I'm sorry" you let him hug you for a minute before groaning "alright man, get off me!" You say with a laugh. "I might consider forgiving you if i get to stay home tomorrow" you add cheekily. Jeff nods "alright, whatever. Just don't do drugs while im gone tomorrow." He says, standing up and leaving your room. "No promises" you say with a grin.