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are you still taking requests for the MBAV boys?

Yess I do ❤️

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Exactly you

Summary: You come out as non binary to yelena

A/N: I’ve never written anything like this before so I hope my descriptions of feeling non binary are accurate if not please correct me! ❤️

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The mission was over. The bruises were blooming. And the quiet had finally settled. The tower had fallen into its usual post mission rhythm- Ava was asleep on the couch with a blanket over her face, John Walker was pacing and half arguing with himself over how to log the mission report, Alexei was singing softly in Russian in the kitchen (off key, as always) and Bucky had vanished hours ago to do whatever brooding and quiet staring at walls he did to unwind.

You were outside. Feet on the edge of the rooftop ledge, warm mug in your hands. The wind kissed your skin, carrying the noise of the city far below. It was peaceful. Not quiet but peaceful in the way silence never quite was. And then, behind you there were footsteps. You didn’t have to look. Yelena always walked like she had a purpose. Like the world owed her answers and she was going to take them at knifepoint if necessary. But she softened around you. Always had.

“Figured I’d find you up here” she said, settling beside you with her own drink, something herbal and suspicious smelling. She bumped her shoulder against yours. “Tired of the chaos?” You huffed a laugh. “Something like that” For a while, you didn’t speak. The kind of silence that wasn’t empty. That felt like safety. She sipped her tea. You watched the lights blink across the skyline. Then you spoke. Quiet. Careful.

“Can I tell you something?” She turned to face you more fully, the mug still cupped in both hands. “Of course”

You hesitated. You’d gone over it a thousand times in your head- how to say it, if you should say it. If it mattered. If it would change anything. But this was Yelena. She made you feel like the parts of yourself that were too sharp, too strange, too uncertain were never too much. Not for her.

You huffed a breath of air and let the words out “I’m… non-binary” voice barely louder than the wind. “I don’t…feel like a girl but I’m not a guy either. I’m just… me. Somewhere in between. Or outside. Or… something” You stared at the city, not sure what reaction you were bracing for.

Yelena didn’t say anything for a second. Then she said, gently “Okay” You turned to look at her. “That’s it?” you asked, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

She shrugged, smiling softly. “Yeah. That’s it. I mean, what else do you want me to say? You’re you. You’re still the same person who watched The tomb raider with me seven times in one week because I had a thing for Angelina Jolie. Still the one who steals the last protein bar and lies about it badly”

“I do not lie badly”

“You blink too much. It’s suspicious” You laughed a small, relieved sound. She leaned back, setting her mug down on the ledge, and continued, a little softer.“Seriously, you could tell me you’re a shapeshifting alien and I’d just ask what your favorite snacks are. I don’t care what the label is. I care about you” Your throat tightened. You looked down at your hands, your voice small. “I think I’ve been scared it would change things”

Yelena snorted. “Change things? You think this team has room to judge anyone? Have you met Alexei? Have you seen John Walker’s sock drawer?” You laughed again, really laughed this time, and felt some of the weight fall off your shoulders.

“Does the rest of the team know?” she asked after a moment. “Not yet. I’m not.. ready to say it out loud to all of them. Not until I’m sure they won’t look at me different”

Yelena’s voice was quiet but firm. “Then you take your time. There is no deadline. No pressure. Just you being exactly you” She reached over and squeezed your hand once, warm and sure. “But if anyone does make you feel small about this, I will stab them. Lovingly”

“Lovingly?”

“With passion” You wiped at your eyes, smiling even as they brimmed. “You’re such a menace”

“I’m your menace” You leaned into her side, and she let you stay there, head resting against her shoulder. No more words were needed. You didn’t have to explain yourself anymore. You didn’t have to earn anything. You were seen. You were known. And you were loved, wholly and without condition, by someone who had made her own peace with being many things at once.

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I LOVE WRITING FOR THE THUNDERBOLTS 🥰😩

[dovesdreaming]

Hi can I ask for a platonic Yelena story where you come out as non binary to her?

Hi thank you so much for your request!! I hope this is accurate and that you like it ❤️❤️!!

Request here

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Posting several fics tomorrow haven’t been able to work on them the past few days as I did three 7 hours shifts and then a 12 hour shift back to back 🫠

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Desperate for marvel requests

Please send me some

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Hi!

I loved Veil of Vengeance and I was wondering if we could get a look into before Bucky tells them what he does, maybe he has to go on a last minute mission and doesn’t get chance to let them know, so they’re left wondering where he’s gone, and few days later he shows back up, a little bruised and very apologetic. A little angsty because they’re left wondering what happened between them for him to disappear, but ends with fluff as she sits with him and he explains everything.

Adore your writing! 🩷🩷

OMG amazing idea!! It’s given me the other half of the plot for the next chapter!! Thank you sooo much

The next chapter will probably be out Thursday or Friday!! ❤️❤️

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Like a real family

Summary: You find a family in the thunderbolts, especially yelena who becomes like a sister to you. (1k words)

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The new Thunderbolts base wasn't a military compound or a prison or a bunker. It was a sleek, slightly too modern high rise with reinforced windows, panoramic views. A building that just so happened to be the old avenger’s tower. It was weird seeing the inside of such a famous building especially one that had so much security your suprised the building didn’t burst at it’s seams.

You stood in the living room, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, watching as Alexei loudly rushed and jumped over the side of the sofa declaring it his “throne” only to be half pushed off by Bucky with the calmness of a man who looks like he’s used to living with the chaos of so many roommates. You wondered what he felt like being back here after so many years but now with a different team.

Yelena Belova strolled past all of it with a duffel slung across her back, inspecting all the surfaces her eyes could land on. “You’re quiet” she said, stopping in front of you.

You blinked. “You’ve known me for what.. three minutes”

“Three minutes too long for someone who hasn't insulted Walker yet”

You snorted despite yourself. “I’m pacing myself”

Her smile was quick and mischievous. “Ah. A slow-burn hater. I like it” This was going to be a lot to get used to.

After living with a team of volatile assassins, soldiers, and supers for a few months you could definitely say it was exactly as chaotic as you'd expected and also a little sweeter than anyone would admit. Alexei cooked every Sunday night and insisted on everyone complimenting him. He referred to it as “family dinner” and always wore those cringey, maybe, slightly endearing aprons apron that said things like “mr good looking is cookin”. The dinners went smoother than expected, you would all chat to each other across the table and even have group discussions (which sometimes could get slightly out of hand). They always brought a warm fuzzy feeling to your stomach though because as you looked around the table at the people you met only a matter of months ago you could say that it felt somewhat like a home now. Everyone had their little quirks but it’s what made them feel more like a real family.

Walker had tried (and failed) to establish chore rotations and was then was ruthlessly mocked into only managing the trash.

Ghost phased through walls constantly. You stopped flinching after the third time she appeared beside you holding a bowl of cereal at 2 AM like a haunting.

Bob beat everyone in Mario Kart. Every. Single. Time. Now that annoyed you, you swore he was cheating, there was no way he couldn’t be.

Yelena… well, Yelena made herself at home in your space faster than anyone else. She’d drape across your bed without asking, steal your hoodies, and text you memes at 3 AM. She once sent a photo of Alexei snoring on a beanbag with the caption: “we have lost father. funeral at dawn.”

You never had a sister. Not a real one. But somehow, Yelena slipped into that role before you could define it. Well you assumed this was how sisters were with each other from what you had seen. She teased you constantly.

“You organise your socks by color? Psychopath behaviour”

“You're using that serum-enhanced shampoo again, aren't you? Your hair is aggressively shiny”

You gave it back just as hard.

“At least I don’t name my throwing knives”

“They all have different personalities! ‘Stabby’ is very misunderstood”

But when it mattered when a mission left you too shaken to breathe, or your past clawed its way into your mind, Yelena was there. She didn’t hug people often. But she’d sit with you, shoulder to shoulder, offering silence when words were too heavy.

“I know what it’s like” she once said after a bad mission. “To be used. To feel like your scars are instructions someone else left behind” You stared at her, eyes glassy. She looked forward, voice soft. “But they’re not. They’re yours now. You get to decide what they mean”.

You’ve change your mind. Yelena gave the worst advice.

“Text your crush and say ‘I could kill you in 47 ways but I won’t.’ It’s romantic”

“Fight the mission commander. Establish dominance”

“You are too emotionally stable. Go slash some tires”

You never took it seriously… unless she said it in her soft voice. The voice that came out when she was being real. Like the time you doubted yourself before a mission. Too many failures stacked behind you. You’d nearly stayed behind. Yelena found you in the gym, tossing knives at a target with clenched fists.

“You do not have to prove anything,” she said. “Not to them. Not even to me”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to be the weak link”

She crossed the room, stopped just in front of you. “Then don’t be. You’re not broken. You’re building” She handed you a knife. “Come. Let us show them what we’re made of” You walked into that mission stronger than ever.

One night, you sat on the balcony outside your room, knees pulled to your chest, staring into the city lights. Yelena had let herself into your room and slid down beside you, legs stretched in front of her, hair up in a mess behind her.

“Is it weird” you asked, “to be happy here?”

She tilted her head. “Yes. But good-weird.”

You looked at her. “Feels like if I let myself believe this is real, it’ll disappear again”

She nodded slowly. “That’s the curse of people like us. We were made to lose things”

Then she leaned her head against yours.

“But I’m not going anywhere, little shadow”

You swallowed past the lump in your throat.

“You’re annoying, you know that?”

She grinned. “I love you too”

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Hey can I please request a Yelena belova story where she becomes a sister figure to you?

I love this!! I wrote the thunderbolts as a found family and sort of like the avengers tower fics but focused on yelena! I hope you like it ❤️

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Taste of trouble

Chapter 1 of: Veil of vengeance

Summary: You meet Bucky for the first time when he is a customer in your bakery. His looming presence becomes a regular feature and he finally asks you out on a date (1.8k words)

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A/n: WOAH! I’m publishing this just a few months short of a year when I first said I would write this series 😬 I’ve had the majority of this chapter sat in my drafts since then but I’ve burnt out so many times during the past months so this has been pushed back. This may not be the best writing I’ve ever done but it’s a start I decided to make this shorter than I planned just so it was more of an introduction. Hope you enjoy please leave any constructive feedback or ideas! (Reader will become badass later on just give her a chance)

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It was an early morning in Brooklyn, and the smell of freshly baked bread floated through the small, cozy bakery on the corner of Maple and Hudson. You leaned over the counter, watching the sunrise through the large windows of the shop as you absentmindedly shaped the dough beneath your hands. The golden light bathed everything in warmth, making the bakery feel like a small, tucked-away paradise. Your hands moved expertly through the familiar motions- kneading, rolling, shaping- crafting your signature pastries that would be ready for the morning rush. Owning a bakery had always been your dream. There was something magical about waking up before the world, bringing it to life with the scent of freshly made bread, the sweet smell of cinnamon buns, and the buttery richness of croissants. It was an unassuming job, but it was yours, and you cherished every moment.

As the bell above the door chimed, signaling the first customer of the day, you looked up with a bright smile, ready to greet whoever had wandered in for an early morning treat. But when your eyes landed on the man entering the shop, the smile froze on your face. He was tall, dressed in dark clothing, a simple black leather jacket over a gray t-shirt, dark jeans that hugged his muscular legs, and boots that echoed softly against the wooden floor as he approached the counter. As he crossed His arms against his chest, you also noticed his hands were clad in leather gloves even though it was a warm spring morning outside. Your attention was quickly taken back to his face. His presence was commanding, almost overwhelming, and he seemed slightly out of place in your cozy little bakery. His hair, dark and slightly messy, framed a chiseled face that was both rugged and handsome, but it was his eyes that caught you off guard. Icy blue, intense, and focused entirely on you. For a moment, you felt a flicker of uncertainty. He was intimidating, no doubt about it. The kind of man who turned heads without trying. His presence seemed to fill the entire room, making it feel suddenly much smaller.

"Morning” he said, his voice deep and gruff, yet there was a strange softness to it. "Good morning” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray the nervousness creeping into your chest. "What can I get for you?" He glanced down at the display case, seemingly lost in thought. You noticed the way his brow furrowed, as if making a decision as simple as picking a pastry was a challenge. It was oddly endearing, watching this intimidating figure hesitate over something so small. "Uh, what do you recommend?" he asked, looking up at you again. The intensity in his gaze sent a small shiver down your spine, but you pushed through the nervousness and smiled softly. "Well, our cinnamon buns are the most popular. Fresh out of the oven, actually”.

His lips twitched slightly, almost as if he were suppressing a smile. "I’ll take one of those. And a coffee. Black”. You nodded, grabbing a warm cinnamon bun and placing it in a small paper bag before pouring his coffee. As you handed them over, his leather clad fingers brushed yours, just for a split second, and you felt your heart skip a beat. He gave you a brief nod, almost as if he was uncomfortable with the interaction, before he took his items and moved to a table by the window. The moment he sat down, you found yourself watching him from behind the counter. There was something about him that drew you in, something that made you curious despite the initial intimidation. He seemed…out of place, not just in your bakery, but in the world around him. Like he carried a weight no one else could see.

Throughout the morning, you kept sneaking glances at him, and every time you did, you caught him doing the same. His eyes would dart away the moment yours met, but there was no mistaking it, he was watching you too. It became a routine after that. Every morning, he would come into the bakery, order the same thing, a cinnamon bun and a black coffee, and sit at the same table by the window. You still didn’t know his name, but you learned his habits. He always paid in cash, always left exactly five dollars in the tip jar, and he always seemed to linger just a bit too long, as if he had nowhere else to be. Each day, you grew a little less nervous around him. His presence became a comfort, even if you still didn’t quite understand him.

After a few weeks, you finally worked up the courage to ask his name. It was a quiet Tuesday morning, and the bakery was nearly empty. He’d just finished his coffee and was about to leave when you called out, "Hey, I don’t even know your name."

He stopped, his hand on the door, and turned back to you. For a moment, you thought he wasn’t going to answer. But then he gave you a small, almost shy smile.

"Bucky” he said. "Bucky Barnes”

"Bucky" you repeated softly, smiling back and before you could even finish introducing yourself he said "I know” his smile widening slightly. "It’s on the sign outside”.

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Touché”

After that, Bucky began staying a little longer each morning. You’d chat between serving customers, talking about small things at first. His favorite movies, your love for baking, the weather. Each conversation peeled back a layer of his intimidating exterior, revealing someone softer, more vulnerable underneath. The more you talked, the more you realized how gentle he could be, despite his rough appearance.

Still, there was something about him that remained a mystery, something lurking beneath the surface. You noticed the way he would sometimes tense up when someone new walked into the bakery, his eyes scanning the room with a quick, practiced precision. He was always alert, always watching. And while he was kind to you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a part of his life you weren’t seeing.

One evening, after he’d been coming to the bakery for a couple of months, Bucky asked you to dinner. "Are you free tonight?" he asked, leaning casually against the counter. "There’s this place I know- Italian, best pasta in Brooklyn”.

You felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach. Though you’d been hoping for it, part of you never thought he actually would. You agreed, and that evening, he picked you up outside the bakery which you lived above. You had just had enough time after closing to rush upstairs and throw on one of your nicer dresses and doll yourself up a bit. Taking extra time to not mess up your eyeliner and making sure your hair lay nicer than you usually wore it for work.

When you opened your door to Bucky you didn’t know what to expect but wow did he clean up nicer than usual. His usual leather jacket replaced with a suit jacket, his hair had been combed back. You couldn’t help but let your eyes rake up and down his figure several times, drinking up the view in-front of you. You only broke out of his daze when he cleared his throat, feeling a warm flush come over you as your eyes snapped back to his face where he was now wearing a knowing smirk. Diverting your eyes away from his not being able to hold his stare any longer you noticed he was holding flowers in his hands which were still clad in leather, you needed to ask him about that.

The dinner was perfect. The restaurant was small, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, and the food was incredible. But more than that, being with Bucky felt… right. He was quieter than most men you’d dated, but there was something about his presence that put you at ease. His deep voice and rare smiles made your heart race in a way you hadn’t felt before. There was a warmth between the two of you, a connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

Bucky and you gently strolled back your place it was a warm evening but the breeze had a chill to it leading goose bumps to prickle over the skin of your arms. Buckys keen eye noticed and without hesitation took his suit jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. Warmth engulfed you as did his scent of cologne. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. In a sudden rush of confidence and adoration for the man next to you, you took his hand in yours after them brushing against each other many times. Your heart beat sped up significantly hoping he didn’t pull away, instead he took a tighter grip of your hand and swept his gloved thumb back and forth across the side of your hand. The air felt so much lighter and electrified at the same time.

When you finally reached your front door Bucky stopped behind you as you entered your key into the lock, turning it til the door creaked ajar. You turned back to Bucky now a step taller as you balanced on the door ledge. Neither of you said anything, you just stood there basking in the peace of each other’s presence. He brought a hand up to your face and pushed a loose hair behind your ear before taking hold of the side of your face, stroking your cheek. He slowly lent in as you allowed your eyes to close. His lips brushed yours gently once before he reconnected his lips with yours with a deeper more emotional kiss. You had leant in just a tad too much, lost in the moment causing your feet to wobble on the ledge but Bucky stuck his hand round your wasting steadying you. You were left breathless when you pulled apart but beamed in the afterglow of your first kiss with Bucky. He finally said goodnight to you adding on that he’ll see you in the morning as usual. He watched as you went inside and made sure you had locked the door before setting off for his house.

Once the door had shut you couldn’t help but lean against it, giddy with happiness at how well the date went. You leant your head on your shoulder feeling not your skin but Bucky’s blazer still draped over you. There was no point in trying to give it him back now he would be a few streets away by now it could wait til the morning instead you pressed your nose into the fabric breathing in the scent that followed Bucky everywhere, something that was just so very him.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed!!

Do you think I should jump straight into a few years down the line where they’re getting married or does anyone want to see the relationship develop a bit more?? Maybe even this chapter from his pov?

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Soft things

Just a small blurb about yelena not letting people in (hurt/comfort). I couldn’t come up with any big fic ideas please send thunderbolts requests/any marvel character!!!

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The mission was a success. Technically. No injuries. No major collateral. Intel retrieved, objective secured. It should’ve been a win.

But Yelena hasn’t said a word since you landed.

You find her in the weapons bay, seated alone on a cold metal bench. She’s stripping down her gear with mechanical precision. No wasted movement, no expression. Just silence and steel. “Hey” you say softly, not wanting to startle her. “Everything okay?”

She doesn't look up. “Why do you always ask me that?”

“Because you never answer honestly” That gets a reaction. Her hands still, eyes narrowing just slightly. “You think you know me so well?”

“No” you say, stepping closer. “But I care enough to try to strip back your layers”

She snorts. “Don’t waste your time”

“I’m not” you say. “But I think you are”

Her jaw flexes. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You act like you don’t deserve anything good” you say carefully. “Like if things go right, it’s only a matter of time before you ruin it. Or before someone leaves”

She goes still. Tense. Not defensive just… still. Like someone holding their breath before impact.

“…I wasn’t made for good things” she says at last, voice low. “Not soft things. Not people who stay”

You sit beside her, not touching her yet, just close enough that your warmth brushes against hers.

“You weren’t made at all” you say. “Not in the way they wanted you to believe. You are. And you’re worth more than whatever those monsters told you”

She laughs, but it’s brittle. “Don’t do that”

“Do what?”

“Say things like that. Like I matter”

You turn to her. “Yelena. You do”

Silence hangs in the air. Long. Heavy.

Then, very quietly, she says, “I don’t know how to let people mean things to me. Not without being scared”Your chest aches. You gently reach out and let your hand rest on hers.

“That’s okay” you say. “You don’t have to have it figured out right now. Just… let me be here. Let the team be there for you. That’s all” She looks down at your joined hands. Like she’s waiting for herself to pull away. But she doesn’t. nstead, she exhales. A slow, shaky breath. “Just… don’t make promises you cant keep”

“I won’t promise anything I don’t mean” you say. “But I’ll say this, I’m not going anywhere tonight” She leans her head into your shoulder and lets out a small breath of relief finally easing some of the tension she’s held for a while.

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THERE IS METHOD TO MY MADNESS!! Since I have cleared my inbox out I feel I have a fresh head and would love to write for my most recent hyperfixation… THUNDERBOLTS (or marvel in general)

Movie was so good it brought me back from the dead (again 🫣)

I write for yelena, Ava (sooo underrated these two), Bob ofc Bucky but I’m really looking for John walker requests he’s just doing something to me at the moment (I hate it I’m not supposed to like him)

I will also write for majority of the other marvel characters just check my list if your interested please send requests ❤️❤️

Thank you for any requests sent!!

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Just cleared out some of my inbox IM REALLY SORRY IF I DELETED YOUR REQUEST but it had to be done it’s more manageable now and while doing so I realised how old some of them were and still are (let’s not talk about it 🫣)

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I think like a week ago?? I submitted a request for descendants BUT THAT WAS BEFORE I SAW UR THINGY ABOIT NOT TAKING THEN IN SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE IT UNTIL NOW💔💔

Ahaha don’t worry at all! I loved all the requests I got and will definitely be writing them ❤️❤️ (eventually)

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I have hunger games brain fog send help!

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More than enough

Summary: You overwhelm yourself trying to keep up with too many expectations, Ben makes sure to calm you down.

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The library at Auradon Prep was quiet, save for the soft scratching of your pen against paper and the occasional sigh as you flipped through your textbooks. Piles of books surrounded you, the history of Auradon, royal etiquette guides, diplomacy manuals, all of them demanding your attention. On top of studying, you’d spent the day helping friends with their own assignments, organizing a student council event, and preparing for yet another lesson on royal protocol. Being engaged to Ben, the future king, felt like a privilege and a responsibility, a balancing act between the person you were and the queen you were expected to become. Most days, you managed to hold it all together. Today was not one of those days.

Your eyes burned from exhaustion, and your head pounded from trying to memorize treaties and lineages. You leaned your head against your hand, fingers pressing against your temple as you tried to fight off the urge to cry. You didn’t have time to fall apart. There was too much to do.

“Hey,” a gentle voice broke through your haze. You looked up, and there stood Ben, his expression soft with concern. “I’ve been looking for you”.

“Oh, hey” you mumbled, attempting a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Sorry, I got caught up in studying”.

Ben’s eyes drifted over the mountain of books surrounding you. “It looks like more than just studying”.

You let out a strained laugh. “It’s just… a lot. Classes, helping everyone out, learning all this royal stuff. I’m supposed to know how to do this. I’m supposed to be ready for this”.

Ben’s brows furrowed as he sat down beside you. He reached for your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. “You don’t have to be perfect, you know”.

“I know, but... I feel like I have to be” you whispered. “Everyone has expectations, and I don’t want to let anyone down. Least of all you”.

Ben’s expression softened further, and he turned your hand over, lacing his fingers with yours. “You could never let me down. I love you, not because of what you can do or how much you can handle, but because of who you are”.

Your eyes stung again, but this time it wasn’t from stress. “I just want to be good enough. For you. For Auradon”.

Ben leaned in closer, his gaze steady. “You already are. You give so much of yourself to everyone else, but you don’t have to carry it all alone. Let me help you, okay?”

His sincerity broke through the weight pressing on your chest. You nodded slowly, your grip tightening on his hand. “Okay”.

Ben’s smile warmed you, the same way it always did. “Why don’t we close these books for tonight? Just for a little while. We can take a walk, clear your head. The studying will still be here tomorrow”.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, and a genuine, grateful smile finally broke through. “Yeah... I think I’d like that”.

Ben stood, gently helping you to your feet. As you stepped away from the towering stacks of books, his arm slipped around your shoulders, a steady, reassuring presence.

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Ben x overwhelmed!reader. She has so much to study yet she still manages to help everyone, prepare to be Ben’s wife and work to save up some money. Thanks ;))

Sorry for the wait hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request <3

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Just get together already

Summary: You try so hard to deny that you have feelings for Benny even when he’s telling you he’s hopelessly in love with you every chance he gets. Why can’t you see what everyone else sees? (Vampire!reader) (1.5k words)

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"Hey, bloodsucker” You glanced up from your untouched tray to find Benny sliding into the seat beside you, his signature smirk firmly in place. Ethan followed, offering a more timid smile as he sat across from you.

"Hey, spell nerd” You shot back, nudging him with your shoulder. "Aren't you supposed to be getting your daily allowance of pizza grease and regret?"

"Already inhaled it” Benny grinned, wiggling his fingers. "Gotta keep these bad boys powered up for casting spells and charming ladies”.

You snorted. "Guess it's only working for the spells, then”.

Ethan sputtered a laugh while Benny clutched his chest dramatically. "Wounded! The love of my life, the immortal goddess of my dreams, disrespects me in front of my own best friend!"

"More like in front of your only friend” you corrected, stealing a fry off his tray.

Benny's grin widened. "Please, if I didn’t know any better, I'd think you like me”.

Your eyes rolled, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night”. From across the table, Ethan sighed and shot Sarah a pointed look when she walked up. She glanced between you and Benny and muttered, "Just get together already. We're all sick of this, literally I can feel my breakfast coming back up from the sight of you two”.

"Yeah, okay” Benny said easily, looping an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. "Right after she finally admits she's madly in love with me”.

Your laugh bubbled up, sharp and instinctive, and you swatted his hand away. "In your dreams, Weir”. But the way his arm had draped over your shoulders, warm and casual felt more natural than you’d like to admit.

After lunch classes continued and you managed to clear the thoughts of bennys teasing from your head instead focusing on whatever the teacher was droning on about. After another lot of homework was dumped on your work pile you knew it was gonna be another afternoon in the library with benny again. You didn’t know whether this made you feel excited or nervous.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Benny’s head snapped up from his phone, eyes wide. “Huh? Yeah, of course!”

You lifted an eyebrow, pointing to the notes sprawled across the table. "Oh, really? So what’s the answer to number four?”

He squinted at the paper. “Uh… B?”

“It’s a math question, Benny”.

He sighed, flopping back in his chair. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I just don’t get why we need algebra. Do you think I’ll be fighting vampires with the quadratic formula?”

“Well, no, but-“

“Exactly! I need to be studying important things, like defense spells, potion recipes… your favorite blood type” He grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Gross” you snorted. “And I don’t have a favorite, you dork”.

“Come on” Benny leaned in, his face inches from yours. “Aren’t you a little curious? Like, what if your dream blood is out there? What if it’s mine?”

You laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Benny, I already know your blood would taste like Mountain Dew and bad decisions”

“Ouch” He pressed a hand to his chest, but his smile never faltered. “Lucky for you, I think all your vampire stuff is hot anyway”.

Your stomach did a weird little flip, but you quickly shot him a smirk. “Don’t you have a spell or class to be failing?”

You tried to put your head back down to concentrate on your work, you really wanted this done so it was one less thing on your mind but you knew with Benny around it’d take an immense amount of willpower to resist his presence. Willpower you didn’t posses so you gave in. You’d just have to complete the homework tonight like usual, you don’t know why you kept inviting him to your study sessions.

What you didn’t anticipate was that later would never come for your homework. You had sat down at your desk to finally complete it when your stomach growled but not for food, curse being a vampire. An overwhelming need for blood took over, the sort of craving you haven’t had since you started giving up human blood.

It led to a near slip-up. You’d felt that ache, that hunger clawing at you, so close to the edge of losing control. You didn’t know who else to go to, who else could calm you down like he did.

Benny had found you sitting on the curb outside his house, face buried in your hands. When he sat beside you, you didn’t have the energy to pretend.

“I almost…” you whispered, voice thick. “I could’ve hurt someone”. He was quiet, the stillness stretching. When you dared to look at him, his gaze was steady. Warm.

“But you didn’t” he finally said. “And you won’t. You’re stronger than that”.

“What if I’m not?” you murmured.

“Then I’ll be right there. I’ll help you”.

It was so simple, so Benny, that your throat tightened. “Why are you always like this?”

He blinked, a lopsided smile breaking through. “Because I’m in love with you, obviously”.

“Benny-“

“I’m serious”.

You shook your head, but the weight of his sincerity settled heavily on your shoulders. This was Benny. Always flirty, always playing around. You heart couldn’t take another punch tonight so you just let his words roll off of you.

You were thankful when Friday night finally came. Finally able to rest and not worry about school and of course being able to hang out with your friends. Friday is movie night at Ethan’s place, and as usual, Benny sat sprawled across the couch, his head resting on your lap. You ran your fingers absentmindedly through his hair, your eyes half-watching the screen while Ethan and Sarah whispered snide remarks beside you.

“Are we watching the movie or the world’s slowest confession?” Sarah muttered, nudging Ethan.

Ethan snickered, and you shot them both a playful glare. "I heard that”.

"Good!" Sarah grinned. "Maybe you'll finally realize what literally everyone else has”.

Benny craned his neck up to face you, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, you mean how I'm desperately, hopelessly, and completely in love with her?"

You laughed, nudging his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, Benny. Keep dreaming”.

Ethan and Sarah exchanged a knowing look, but you chose to ignore it. It was just Benny being Benny. Flirty, bold, and impossible to take seriously.

Later, when the others had finally retreated to their own homes, you and Benny found yourselves alone in his room. The hum of his computer filled the quiet, and you leaned back against the wall, watching as he messed with some spell book he had picked up from Grandma Weir's collection.

"You're lucky you don't have to deal with this magic stuff” Benny said, flipping a page. "All you gotta do is look hot and, you know, not eat anyone”.

You rolled your eyes, but a soft laugh escaped. "Yeah, because resisting bloodlust is just that easy”.

His gaze softened, the usual playfulness fading into something sincere. "Hey, I know it's not. And I know you’re always worried about... slipping up or whatever. But you’re not a monster, okay?" It wasn't the first time he'd said something like that, reassured you that your vampire side didn't make you any less... you. But it still felt different every time.

You tried to brush off the way your chest tightened. "Yeah, well, you’re just saying that because you think I’m 'hot and badass.'"

"And because I love you” he added smoothly, a grin flickering at his lips.

You laughed, the sound wavering just slightly. "Oh, please”.

He set the book down and turned to face you fully. His smile softened, his eyes searching yours. “I’m serious, you know. I love you. Not just in the ‘oh wow, she’s hot’ way. In the 'I think about you all the time and want to be around you forever' way”.

Your smile faltered, caught between disbelief and something that felt like hope. Something was different about the way he was saying those words now. “You- you can’t be serious”.

Benny’s eyes never wavered. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time”

Because you were a vampire. Because you had parts of you that craved blood and darkness, parts that scared you sometimes. Because Benny deserved someone easy and safe.

“Because I’m a vampire, Benny” It came out weaker than you intended.

He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to gently hold your arms. “I don’t care. I think all of that just makes you more... you. And I think you’re amazing”.

Your mind spun, every instinct telling you to laugh it off like always. But the sincerity in his eyes wouldn’t let you.

“Are you- like, actually serious?” you whispered.

“Completely”

His face was inches from yours, his eyes warm and unwavering. You took a breath, feeling every hesitation crumble under his gaze.

“I think... I think I love you, too” you admitted quietly.

A grin broke across his face bright, infectious, so completely Benny. “Yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, the familiar banter slipping back into place. “Yes, idiot”.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in and kissed him, his breath hitching just before his lips met yours. When you pulled back, his grin was still there, but softer, sweeter.

“Finally” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. And for once, you didn’t laugh it off.