#benjamin greene drabble

[mahi-wayy]

stealing (?) getting inspire from @emeraldcrs I present you me making moodboards ( + bonus drabble ) for my mutuals!!

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤..!

pt 1 : Soldier boy aka Benjamin x Mera aka @bluemerakis

Ben was a interesting - for lack of better term - man and all his life he has met all sorts of woman, from the quite shy ones to the ones who had no filter whatsoever.

But in his century something old life the man has never seen anyone like Mera. The pretty face and filthy mouth combo almost knocked his world off his axis.

The young woman got in all sorts of troubles, all the damn time. Messy and outspoken and pissing people off left and right, he wasn't surprised she was tagging around Butcher's group of crackheads.

What did surprise was her almost immediate interest or he was being more specific her no resistance in pursuing him. From day one he could feel her eyes - and hands because no Mera those brushes were not subtle at all - all over him.

It made his already big ass ego grow like ten times in size, her troublemaker and can't give a fuck attitude gave him a little idea so her friskyness in bed didn't surprise him.

It just made him more excited. The day they officially got together he was so sure atleast two members of Butcher's bunch were going to throw themselves off a building. They didn't. Meh.

If he thought Mera was irritating before, Ben found out she was downright infuriating as a girlfriend. Always teasing. Always pushing his buttons. Damn woman.

The cute tops and that waist chain and those damn full ass lips always glossed up. Yup she tests him alright.

Just like right now.

"Tell me I'm pretty."

She said doing a twirl infront of him - blocking the view of the game he had forgotten the moment she walked in the living room dolled up in his color.

He won't say this was the most fancy outfit of her's but damn that green dress was something alright. It barely made it to her mid thigh and had no straps whatsoever and clung to her pinched waist and plum ass, her hair all bouncy curls up and smirk spreading on the lips painted a smooth brown.

Like he said, his woman was annoying.

"Pretty fucking annoying is what you are, babygirl."

He grunted bringing the beer to his lips - not even bothering to hide how his dick was filling up his loose sweats.

"Then you don't want to help with the zipper before I head out?"

She said tilting her head and he audibly groaned - for fucks sake - standing up to his towering height before slinging her over his shoulder.

"You ain't going anywhere princess."

The way her laughter echoed his statement made him realize he maybe a little more screwed than he cared to admit.

a/n : next up is @bejeweledinterludes 🫡💙

[ao3feed-narlie]

i'm the boy in the bubble

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bvy9kpK by ConnorsBlackChippedRose "When my mom walked into the living room She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you" I said, "You don't wanna know the things I had to do" She said, "Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue" I said I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble But then came trouble" Boy In The Bubble - Alec Benjamin ************** “Harry was…saying some really- nasty stuff about Charlie. He’s been really gross and mean about him for ages, and I just…I lost it.” His mum whips her head to face him, briefly. He can tell she’s surprised at the admission. He isn’t one to get into fights, much less start them. Words: 425, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of and i'm asking you to hold me, just like the morning paper Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Sarah Nelson, Harry Greene, Nellie Nelson Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson & Sarah Nelson, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Fighting, friendship breakup, Homophobia, homophobic violence, Use Of The 'F' Slur, Angry Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Protective Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson Needs a Hug, POV Third Person Limited, Unintentional Memory Lapse, Good Parent Sarah Nelson, Good Dog Nellie Nelson, Drabble, guess what nationality the author is after this one read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bvy9kpK

[elixirfromthestars]

Small domestic moments filled with tension??? Excuse me, yes pleaseeeeee!!!! 🥹🩷🩷🩷

More under the cut ᯓᡣ𐭩

A large hand covered your own where it sat on one of the pins. You looked to see Jake who was smiling at you softly. "You looked like you could use some help there, Scout," he says, taking the sheet off the line and rolling it up to throw in the basket.

^ Was he watching her? 🤭💞 I feel like this man has a Scout radar like he’d be able to locate her no matter where she was 👀💖

The rain started to come down harder, and Jake shrugged his jacket up to cover the both of you as you both trotted back into the safety of the house.

^ What a gentleman 😌💕

"Thank you," you offered. Jake studied you for a second, and you found yourself growing self conscious under his heavy gaze. Slowly, he reached up, tucking an errant strand of hair behind your ear. His hand slid back towards your cheek, fingertips dancing on the space just below your eye. Your heart nearly stopped as you met his stare. A mixture of heat and what looked to be something akin to wonder danced in the green hues. Jake studied you, subtly leaning forward. You'd deny it later, but you felt yourself leaning into his touch. Jake's fingertips moved to cup your cheek, and just as he was about to move in, a voice sounded from outside, causing you both to jump.

^ THE TENSION!!!!! 💞💕💞💕💞💕💞 This was written so gooooooood you had me so hooked in this paragraph that I was caught off guard too when Benjamin broke this heated moment 😮‍💨💗

"I'll be out in a second!" he hollered over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving you. You glanced up at him through your lashes, skin still feeling hot from where he touched you. Jake looked like he was going to say something, but seemed to think better of it. Clearing his throat with a purse of his lips, he turned and walked out the door. You could have sworn you saw a blush begin to form on his cheeks.

^ The way this man is just yearning to get even the slightest touch and attention from Scout has me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 🥹💖💖💖💖

How do I get my own Jake?? 😭🩷🩷 At this point I don’t know whose down bad more, me for Jake or Jake for Scout 😂🩷 Reading these little drabbles makes me wish I would’ve discovered my love for Jake sooner, so I could’ve been there experiencing this series with everyone else 🥺 but I’ll make up for it by continuing to show it lots of love!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

For the celebration can we get a sneak peak of the next chapter of DHTN? Or maybe another little blurb about DHTN jake as a dad/just being head over heels for scout :)

I'm gonna be honest with you and tell you that I've only written the first sentence of chapter three so far lol I've had a really, REALLY long day, but we're getting there!

So for now, let's talk DHTN!Jake. I'm thinking...watching Scout do chores or just domestic shit in general. This is gonna be somewhere before the end of the story, but after Jake gets a job on the ranch.

Warnings: None

You leaned over to look out the kitchen window, watching as storm clouds rolled in from the east. It wasn't often you got storms out in the desert, but it was a pain nonetheless.

"Damn," you mutter, racing towards the back door. You grab your basket, making your way quickly to the clotheslines where you had hung out the sheets just earlier that morning. You kept the basket on your hip as you fought to get the sheets down before the downpour that was sure to erupt any minute. You fought with your hair, the wind whipping it around to hit your face. A large hand covered your own where it sat on one of the pins. You looked to see Jake who was smiling at you softly.

"You looked like you could use some help there, Scout," he says, taking the sheet off the line and rolling it up to throw in the basket. You didn't argue with him, already feeling the sprinkles of rain as they fell down and hit your face. The two of you moved quickly, and within seconds all the sheets had been thrown in the basket. The rain started to come down harder, and Jake shrugged his jacket up to cover the both of you as you both trotted back into the safety of the house. Once inside, you set the basket down and turned to face him.

"Thank you," you offered. Jake studied you for a second, and you found yourself growing self conscious under his heavy gaze. Slowly, he reached up, tucking an errant strand of hair behind your ear. His hand slid back towards your cheek, fingertips dancing on the space just below your eye. Your heart nearly stopped as you met his stare.

A mixture of heat and what looked to be something akin to wonder danced in the green hues. Jake studied you, subtly leaning forward. You'd deny it later, but you felt yourself leaning into his touch. Jake's fingertips moved to cup your cheek, and just as he was about to move in, a voice sounded from outside, causing you both to jump.

"Hangman!" called Benjamin. "Where are you? We need help moving the horses inside!"

You took a step back in an attempt to clear your mind, and Jake's hand dropped back to his side.

"I'll be out in a second!" he hollered over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving you. You glanced up at him through your lashes, skin still feeling hot from where he touched you. Jake looked like he was going to say something, but seemed to think better of it. Clearing his throat with a purse of his lips, he turned and walked out the door.

You could have sworn you saw a blush begin to form on his cheeks.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hi Peahen mom!

Question: Would it be alright if you can write a short drabble with the future family? Anything is fine if it's possible. I Just love this family! Their so so cute!! <3

((Hello anon dear, hope your doing well. You wish for another one with the future family? Sure, I think I can write something and I'm glad you love them too! They are so cute as the others too! <3))

The young adult/Devil nobles along with Ophelia and Jaron belong to @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Abigail was going to check on her baby brother one morning while she was hugging her jackal plush. However, she was going to see him as she opens the door. "Ben! Ben, you up?" she smiled to check on Benjamin and heads to his crib. However, as she checks on him, she blinks to see that he didn't wake up sleeping.

"Baby brother?" she goes to gently hold his baby hand but when she did she blinks. He felt pretty warm. "Ben?!" she got worried then looks to summon her familiars the two jackals and one silver lung dragon; Jet, Jin, and Nala shows up. "G..go get papa and mama!" she said worried as the three goes to do that.

She looks back to Ben who was slowly breathing while shaking with his face being pink.

~~In a few minutes~~

Jaron and Melinda were in the room but she was holding her baby while feeling he was really warm. "Oh dear; he has a fever. He was alright a few days back.....but he's sick." she said to Jaron while holding Benjamin who was resting against his mommy's chest.

"Mommy, what are we going to do? Why is baby brother sick?" she said but Jaron held Abigail.

"Don't worry honey, he's going to be alright." she said while Jaron was seeing Abi crying worried about her baby brother. "Hmmm, how about we go visit Hex and Ophelia. I'm sure they can find out how to help him." she said to Jaron who nods.

"That works. Come on, lets go."

With that, Jaron and Melinda goes to visit the healers right away.

~~~At Ophelia and Hex's demon kingdom/hospital~~~

Ophelia was seeing some new plants growing while she was tending to them with some others being used to help more stronger medicine. When holding one bottle, she turns to walk back to Hex who was typing something and checking something to see the orb floating by him healing something using his own demonic power.

"Here Hex, I think this should work." she said as he looks to see it.

"Huh, thanks Ophelia. Could you please add a few drops to the plant?" he smiled to see her walking over and adding a few drops to the injured flower that was in the pot. She looks to wait, seeing the plant glowing slowly before it started healing up. It felt the effects with the medicine makes them glow green before it start feeling better.

"There we go.." she smiled to look at them. "The medicine worked! With this, we can heal others a lot more faster now Hex." she smiled for Hex to agree with a smile.

"True. This will be a big help for later." he said as the two worked before seeing a guard walk over.

"Sire and miss, you both have visitors." he said as Hex and Ophelia blinks.

"Visitors?" they asked seeing the guards move when someone rushes in showing little Abigail who runs into Ophelia's legs crying.

"OH dear! Abi? What's wrong sweetie?" she asked bending down to see her crying.

"Auntie Ophelia! You and uncle Hex h..have to help Ben! He's sick!" she said.

"Sick? Benjamin is sick?" Hex asked to see the other two coming in showing Jaron and Melinda who was carrying Benjamin in her arms. "Jaron! Melinda! Is that true?" he asked as Jaron sighed.

"Yes. Abi found out this morning Benjamin was ill so we came here in hopes you can help him." he said as Ophelia walks over to look at the little one. She saw the pink hue in his little cheeks but he did look ill.

"OH dear..here let me see him.." she said as Melinda hands her baby over carefully with Ophelia gently walking over to Hex who was setting something up to carefully lay him down. The see through strings show from the orb to carefully wrap around the baby as he was still breathing before lightly coughing.

"Well, he does have a high fever and chills. Was he like this for a while?" Hex asked Jaron while checking his temperature.

"Well, he was fine a few days back but now he's sick like this. We don't know what it is." he said but Ophelia thinks a little to look at him as she gently held his baby hand having some green glow around as she was looking to him.

"Hex, lets try to help him." she said as he nods with the two healers holding their hands out over him with a blue and green mist floating down on Benjamin. The little one was still breathing softly with his little fists with Abi worried about her baby brother.

In a moment, Benjamin slowly relaxed as he yawned but his face was still a pink hue on his cheeks he rubs with his baby hand. "There we go..." Ophelia said gently but looks to him.

"His fever is not as bad but you should let him rest. But seeing how he is, this reminds me of the day when Abi was sick that one time. Maybe this is the same thing." she said.

"What do you mean?" Jaron asked.

"I think I remember; when Abigail was Benjamin's age, she was sick just like he was one day. We rushed over to you guys and the others were here as we were trying to figure out what was wrong." Melinda said as Hex remembers.

"Hmmm, that was one crazy night. We got everyone to stop panicking but it seems like it is. Seems Benjamin is getting used to his demon blood so it's just something like that. But we do have something that should help with the illness till he's better." Hex said going to get some baby medicine for him in a little bottle and walks back to Jaron and hands it over.

"Here, just give him a baby bit and he will be alright within a few days or so." he said.

"I see. Thank you." Jaron said while Melinda was near Ben gently rubbing his baby cheek. She was happy to see he was alright but Abi was looking to him.

"Wait; I was like this too mama?" she asked.

"Yes you were just like this too sweetie. Trust me, me and daddy was worried at first because we didn't know what was wrong. However, like uncle Hex said; you were alright after we gave you the medicine and you rested up. So, I'm sure Ben will be alright after some rest. Alright?" she said seeing Abi nod.

"O..Okay mama." she said but looks to Ben who was sleeping peacefully. So, both parents stayed for a bit to let Ben sleep but as Hex said, he was going to be just fine.

[banditthewriter]

Ohhh! Definitively Benjamin G. and the Walk in naked.

Bonus points if he's in a zoom meeting trying to keep it together.

xo

Here you are dear, haven't written much for Benjamin Greene before so I hope I didn't butcher it!

*gif not mine*

Benjamin’s voice came from the other room, his gentle tone as he explained something to his students causing you to smile. Quarantine sucked for a lot of reasons, but getting to see your boyfriend in his element like this? You quite enjoyed that.

An idea came to you as you listened to him correct one of his students. He didn’t have headphones on but you couldn’t hear them from where you were, not that it mattered.

You quickly shed your clothes, throwing them onto the floor. After a quick look into the mirror, you stepped out of the bedroom where you had been doing your own work to walk down the hall. He was set up in the dining room as opposed to the living room where he usually worked, so that meant he would be facing the hallway.

Perfect!

You took a few more steps until you knew you would be visible but he hadn’t looked up yet. From there you could hear one of his students talking about what they had been reading earlier, discussing her thoughts. Benjamin listened intently, his eyes on his screen as she spoke. Hence why he hadn’t noticed you yet.

When she was done, he was getting ready to switch gears. You knew that look, knew when he wanted to get them to think of something else. He straightened his back, his eyes darting first to the clock on the wall and then over to you when you shifted your stance. Then he looked back at his laptop.

Then immediately back to you. His pale skin started to turn red. He cleared his throat, shifted in his seat a bit. He cleared his throat again as his eyes were unable to look away from you.

“Like what you see,” you mouthed at him, your hands moving over your sides.

He groaned and then immediately covered it with a cough. He covered his mouth as he did it.

“You okay there Mr Greene? Not getting sick, are ya?” It was said as a tease, but you could hear some genuine concern too.

His students adored him.

Benjamin smiled tightly at his students even as he reached down, under view of the camera, and adjusted himself.

“Sorry everyone, I’m not feeling very well today. We’re going to finish up early today. Email me your thoughts on the last few chapters and we’ll pick right back up tomorrow...er, make that Monday, okay?”

Then he shut the laptop. He shook his head as he looked back at you. From there he leaned back in his chair, his eyes drinking in the sight of you.

“Don’t let me stop you,” he said as he picked up his phone, raising it up so that he could turn the camera on. “Come here love.”

How could you say no to that?

[the-purity-pen]

Day 8 - Garden Party

Every day for the month of August, I will be writing small one-paragraph drabbles based on this wonderful prompt list.

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Your hands rubbed nervously against the glass of chilled lemonade in your hands. The condensation blending perfectly with the sweat collecting on your palms. Ever the gentleman, Benjamin came over to you with a bright smile and leaned over to speak into your ear. “You’re going to do fine,” he re-assured you before kissing your temple in a soft, lingering kiss. “These types of gatherings aren’t really… my thing,” you admitted when he pulled back and yet again, he just smiled that warm smile that could melt your heart in an instant. “My parents will love you. I guarantee it.”

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Blame the Beer

A/N: This is a result of some drunk writing, and A LOT of sober editing. This little look takes place in the earliest days, predating Benjamin and Reader’s relationship...but maybe not predating the feelings that you had for him. 

Word Count: 1,478

Requested by: @something-tofightfor​ 

The work on the library ceiling was coming to an end, just a final touch up of the lush, velvety blues and lilting, shining golds before the sealant was applied. You guessed it would take you about two more days, three tops, if only to wait for the paint to dry. Glancing down over the edge of the scaffolding, you noticed that Benjamin was starting to organize his stacks of notes, packing up his laptop and sorting the books into piles. You dipped your brushes in a cup of thinner to clean them, the paint that looked nearly black on the bristles creating cobalt swirls before dissolving away completely. Still watching, you saw Benjamin casually stroll through the shelves, slowly returning the books he’d been pouring over. Wiping your dripping brushes in the stain ridden rag that you held in your left hand, you couldn’t help but make the assumption that he was stalling until you got down. No, that’s...I’m sure that’s just… But before you could talk yourself out of it, you saw him look up and over his shoulder at you, eyes going wide and then narrowing over slightly reddened and rounded cheeks as he smiled sheepishly. Nope, he’s stalling. You laughed to yourself feeling your own face flush. This is so dumb. Your inward laughter drew your lips into a smile, and you hurried to finish packing up for the night.

Once you’d screwed the caps tightly onto the various pots of paints and solvents and tidied your tools, you ducked under the railing and climbed down the steel ladder of the scaffold. The sound of your boots on the bars caused Benjamin to tuck the last book he’d been carrying into a random place on a shelf before quickly coming back to the table where his things were, right next to where you stood. Subtle. “Done for the night?” He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow and a nod up towards the night sky above you. 

You nodded, unable to keep the smirk from your lips. But you knew that. You’d noticed him stealing peeks up at you for the last hour or so, trying to gauge how much longer you’d  be. “Yup,” you sighed, looking up at your work, one hand curving around the back of your neck as you arched your back to release a small pop. “Just a few more days to go. Too bad it’s Friday, or else I could have finished it sooner than the estimate I gave them.” Shrugging, you dropped your arm back to your side and looked back down at him to see that he’d not taken his eyes from you, even while you’d been looking up. Oh, Hi. You inhaled a quick breath, slightly unbalanced by the curious, honest look in his eyes. 

“Why, do you have another job lined up that you’re trying to get to?” He adjusted the strap of his laptop case and brought his fingertips up to lightly tap the bottom rim of his glasses up and into place. 

You brushed your palms over your jeans and rocked back on your heels. “No, I don’t-” 

“Then what’s the rush?” He widened his smile, flashing brilliantly white teeth before continuing. “You’ve got a weekend in London, why not enjoy it?” Your eyebrows flew up and he squeezed his eyes shut, waving one hand out in front of him, palm facing you. “No, not like… I didn’t mean with me I just meant…” 

You burst out in a laugh that seemed to deflate the rapidly expanding worry that he’d misspoken and offended you by implying that- That what? That I’d want to… that he’s interested in… 

“Dinner.” He broke up your thoughts, sighing as he recovered from his inadvertent forwardness. “Do you want to grab dinner with me?” 

You’d shared dinner with him a few times already since you’d started sharing workspaces, so one more invitation didn’t seem out of place. He was good company and you found yourself enjoying the time you spent with him. “Yeah, sure,” you nodded, smiling as he did the same. You mentioned the same chip shop you’d gone to the last time, but he shook his head. 

“A friend of mine is bartending at this pub round the corner from here. They serve food too, and Jack won’t charge me for a few pints, if you-” 

“Alright.” 

“Yeah?” He couldn’t keep a spark of excitement from his eyes and you caught it even from behind his lenses. 

“Yeah, why not. It’s Friday.” You winked and watched that spark ignite. It’s just dinner and drinks, it’s fine. 

Before the crisp cold air could get through your outer layers, he’d led you into the door of the pub, wood surfaces and the golden glow of lamps creating a warmth that banished even the thought of a chill. He’d introduced you to Jack who’d slid foam topped beers across the bar to both of you, Benjamin nodding a thanks as he passed you a laminated bar menu and held his glass up to yours. “To the weekend,” he looked at you, waiting for you to click your glass to his. 

You did, smiling. “Cheers to our hard work.” Some of the foam from your mug splashed over into his, some of his spilling onto the lacquered bar top. Oops. 

Benjamin chuckled and grabbed a handful of small square napkins to soak up your spill. “Like it never happened.” He took a sip, tongue flicking out to clean a drop of amber liquid from his lip. He gestured to the menu with one pointed finger, suggesting a few items that he’d tried before. Once you’d both ordered, you sat back in your stools and traded turns at asking questions and making conversation. You’d polished off two pints before dinner showed up, and you’d noticed that Benjamin had gotten increasingly excited by the questions that you were asking him, especially if they pertained to his research. Between shoving chips dunked in malt vinegar into his mouth, he rattled off names and dates, but not in the dry, dusty way that you’d learned them in school. Sure, he was on his third beer, but he was equal parts drunk on the alcohol and the passion that he clearly had for his course of study. It’s cute. 

Oh...shit. 

It’s the beer. 

He pulled his glasses from his face, waving them around as he spoke, before perching them up on his forehead to free his hands for more food. You took a sip of your drink, trying to swallow your thoughts. But you knew it wasn’t just the beer. You knew that you had started to think about Benjamin as more than just the guy writing a paper below your scaffold. You looked up just in time to catch him pushing his frames back into place on his nose, and his inability to decide if he wanted them on or off only made it more difficult to blame the beer. 

After you’d finished your meals, you pushed your plates closer to the service end of the bar, Jake swooping in to take them away. Before you could ask for your tab, the man was pushing another drink on you, and while both you and Benjamin tried to stop him before he’d poured them, he hadn’t heard you. “Guess we’re having one more?” You looked over at him, his face flushed from the drinks and laughter, his eyes shining for the same reasons. 

“Guess so,” he answered. “Good thing it’s Friday, huh?” He reversed your words from earlier, when you were lamenting that you hadn’t had more time to get your work done. He took a drink and then you saw his hand going for his glasses, no doubt to reposition them for the twelfth time. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and beating him to it, pulling them away from his face, fingertips on fire from where they brushed the skin near his temple. What am I doing? You held your breath for a beat but quickly released it as he smiled. “I was fidgeting with them wasn’t I?” You nodded, bottom lip tucked under your teeth. He shook his head. “I do that when I’m…” 

“Excited?” You supplied the word for him. It was the one word you’d use to describe him- what you knew of him anyway. Excited. About his work, about whatever he was talking about, about who he spent his time with and how he thought about the world. He radiated potential and constantly kept one eye trained on the bright side, no matter what he saw on the other. 

“Yeah,” he was still smiling, but the look in his eyes had changed, softened. “Excited.” 

Oh shit. You felt a warm rush flood your veins that had nothing to do with the drinks. It’s not the beer.

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[something-tofightfor]

November Drabble Event

Current as of 12/15/2019

A collection of all of the drabbles that were requested and written based on this list of Five Word Prompts

This will be updated as I finish the ones that I have already received. 

Ben Barnes:

Call me now, it’s urgent

Just make sure you’ve eaten / Rise and shine [sweetheart]

Benjamin Greene 

I said I love you

Billy Russo:

Time passes slower without you

 Actually, I just miss you / You can’t be here now 

Kick his ass for me / Zero fucks given, next please / I said I love you

You know who to call 

I said I love you

John Whittaker: 

You’re just so, so stupid

King Caspian: 

And then everything just disappears

Please don’t leave me alone

Logan Delos: 

You know who to call / Actually, I just miss you

You can’t be here now

People lie all the time

Just don’t fuck it up / So, did you miss me?

Fight me, you attractive stranger / The fuck? Who are you? 

Ryan Brenner: 

It’s just a cut, really 

So what, you did it?

Samuel Adams: 

For once, I was wrong

[the-blind-assassin-12]

This! Was! ADORABLE!

Benjamin is such a fun character and you nailed that side of him. Stealing the carrots, making a huge mess of the albums, scooping her up like that... I can see him doing all of those things, and I can hear him laughing which is one of the most amazing sounds in all creation.

I LOVE that in his random fit of needing to go through every single record that the two of them own he ended up finding a lost treasure that has special meaning to Reader. I also love that “unremarkable object” assignment! (I had to do something similar for a writing class once- wrote a poem about a button lol) And can I please just tell you how happy it made me that it was none other than the Girls of Spice?!!?!?

Ugh. I loved this so much and I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for these prompts. Thank you so much for writing this!!

Congrats on your milestone my lovely!!! 🎉 Can I request photo number four for Benjamin please?? So excited to read these!!

Thank you so much for your kind words and your request, lady! I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy!

Keep reading

[suchatinyinfinity]

Monday goals:

Posting my first (and quite possibly second) written and finished requests

Getting out of bed. (When inspiration strikes straight upon opening your eyes, you don’t tell it to wait!)

[marvelmusing]

Take Your Pick

Pairing: Shapeshifter x Fem!Reader (featuring Billy Russo, Aleksander Morozova, William Thurber, Logan Delos, Benjamin Greene, Caspian).

Summary: Your boyfriend has a very interesting ability, and every character he can shift into has a special place in your heart. But which one do you want to spend the night with?

Warnings [18+]: alludes to smut, slightly suggestive.

A/N: a tiny little drabble, don’t ask me what this is because I have no idea but I liked the vibes.

My Masterlist

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“I can be anything you want me to be.”

“I just want you,” you say shyly, looking down at your lap.

“Oh really?” His voice is coy, a low purr of faux consideration as the hint of a smirk tugs at his lips. He leans closer, practically caging you to the couch with his arms on either side of you.

His mouth grazes over your pulse and your eyes flutter shut as he mouths confidently over your neck, a grin blooming over his face.

“You don’t want me?”

A New York twang has entered his voice and when you look down to meet his eyes a shiver runs through your body at the almost predatory glint there.

“Hi Billy.”

“Hello darlin.”

He leans forwards capturing your lips in a determined kiss. His grip is tight on your chin and you can sense the moment he shifts into Aleksander as his hand releases your chin to cradle your cheek with the entirety of his palm.

His body presses firmly against yours and the two of you cling to one another as he furthers the kiss.

“Sasha,” you breathe out in a soft whine. “Please.”

He chuckles darkly.

“Moya milaya, always so eager.”

His hands settle on your waist, keeping you close as he unbuttons your blouse. Ducking his head down, he begins to kiss over your collarbones, leaving gentle bites over the skin there, nuzzling at the hollow of your throat.

When his lips begin to lower themselves down towards your breasts, and the prickle of Aleksander’s facial hair becomes a soft scrape of closely shaven stubble and a neat moustache, you thread your hand through the salt and pepper strands of hair on his head.

“William,” you gasp.

His mouth closes over your clothed nipple, tongue rolling over the nub hidden beneath the fabric of your bra. Warm brown eyes flick up to meet yours, an admiring and adoring softness filling his gaze.

He lowers his head back down, nosing over the edge of your underwear. His hair darkens to Billy’s slicked back locks and he bites down into the material keeping him from exposing your breasts.

As you tug on his hair, a low groan rumbles in his chest and with a wicked grin Logan reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra with practiced ease. He gropes at your breasts eagerly, large hands grasping at your soft skin and sensitive nipples.

“Which one of us would you like to take you?” Aleksander rasps against your ear. He nuzzles his way down your neck, mouth drifting back up to your other ear.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” Logan goads, tugging on your hardened nipples.

A whimper catches in your throat at the thought of having to choose one of them. He hums quietly, biting down on your earlobe, tongue soothing the sting there. He grasps at your breasts, returning to your other ear as he shifts again.

“It’s definitely me,” Billy states with a confident smirk. “Right, darlin?”

He leans down to kiss your lips and you instantly know that it’s Benjamin. He kisses with the same vigour as Aleksander but he’s much more vocal in his enjoyment, a small whimper catching in his throat as he cups your face intently.

Both of you are breathless, chests heaving as he nuzzles his forehead against yours with a bright smile on his face. There’s a tiny scrunch at his nose and you can’t suppress the urge to kiss it gently which makes him blush.

“Hi Benji.”

“Hello love.”

Breathing out a soft laugh, you tilt your head at him.

“Are there any other contenders for me to consider tonight?”

He laughs softly, the corners of his eyes creasing adorably as he does. Then he kisses you.

As soon as his thumb begins to stroke over your cheek while you kiss, you realise he’s shifted into Caspian. His kiss lingers, sucking lightly on your lower lip as you part from one another.

Threading your hands through his long hair, you breathe out a soft smile as he brushes his nose affectionately against yours. As your hands continue to play with his hair, twirling the soft strands between your fingers, he moans quietly.

When he withdraws, it’s Billy who you’re looking at. His eyes are darkened with a wicked smirk on his lips. His gaze is heated as it rakes over your body, drawing a blush to the surface of your skin, thrumming down your body.

“So, which one will it be, darlin?”

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[infini-tree]

damage control

Summary: Monster fighting is dangerous work.

(Alternatively: Three times Krupp doesn't care or does anything when the boys get hurt*, and the one time he does.)

A/N: * The second part is more on the emotional hurt side of things, but it still counts.

Woe, drabbles put into one fic due to their similar theming be upon ye. They’re all in chronological order that range from the day after the canonical events of the movie, to mid/late game Sticky Notes.

The last 1/4th was part of a different drabble, but that messed with the flow of the story I wanted to tell there. So instead of throwing that part out, I just put it in a separate fic and retooled it for a compilation-style fic. One day, you might get the rest of the fic the last 1/4 was made for, but today is not that day. Also there's a brief mention/implication of blood in the last 1/4. 

Long story short, one of the boys gets an injury that draws a bit of blood. Its fine.

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In retrospect, Benjamin should have figured out the whole… thing with the other guy much quicker. 

In fairness, between making sure the semester was still on schedule after George and Harold’s pranks (and their subsequent separation), ferris wheel-induced destruction of school property, and his first date with Edith, he had assumed the lapses in his memory were from stress.

A part of him still wondered how they got that tiger.

At the earliest, it should have been on that first date. He remembered thinking it was a disaster. Not that he could remember much of it. They had just gotten their orders and then… noise. Glimpses of radioactive-green blurs. 

And suddenly, he had his arm draped over her shoulders for support as he stared down the front door of his house. He was too out of it to be flustered about the whole affair to notice anything outside of the lingering smell of Edith’s perfume that smelled suspiciously like soup.

After a bit of fumbling on both their parts, she deposited him gently on his bed. Edith was looking out the window, slivers of pale orange from the streetlights filtering through his blinds.

“Wild week, huh?” She turned around, not expecting an answer. Between his head swimming in and out of consciousness, he was sure he missed something– he remembered her lips moving, but what little of his attention not devoted to trying to sleep or the pain preventing him from said sleep was singularly focused on her eyes.

Sleep, thankfully, was starting to win out. There was a soft rustle of fabric and then he felt his own blanket on top of him for once. “I’ll see myself out. Get some rest.”

The day after wasn’t much better– exhaustion settled deep in his bones as it replaced the now-dwindling pain. At least there was coffee in the teacher’s lounge for that, so it was business as usual. And by that he meant that George and Harold had been sent to his office, both for sleeping in. It was only after the third or fourth time did both teachers get fed up and sent them up to his office. 

“I have half a mind you’re doing this on purpose.”

George rubbed an eye with the back of his fist with a yawn. 

“At least sit up straight when I’m talking to you–” The jab in particular was towards Harold, who had been teetering to the side at a dangerous angle. “Honestly, I don’t care if you had an all night horror movie marathon–”

“We didn’t. Harold’s last syllable was punctuated with a yawn.

“-- Like I said, I don't care either way.” He waved a hand dismissively, ignoring the fatigue pulsing behind his eyes. “But sleeping during class time is prohibited and any further disruptions like this are grounds for suspension.”

They blinked up at him, but didn’t do much else. The principal didn’t know whether their sedate responses so far were more aggravating than their usual tomfoolery.

George’s unobscured eye stared up at him with a look he couldn’t place. It quickly shifted to something more wry. “You look worse than we do and you’re still running the school– what’s your excuse?”

Harold snickered quietly. He gave a sly glance towards the other boy in acknowledgement of an inside joke.

“Detention, both of you.”

No, their usual is much more annoying, he thought at the time. 

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“Ugh, come on– quit being such a big baby about it!”

Now that Krupp had gotten wise as to how they switched him over to Captain Underpants, the entire process of trying to switch him over had gotten much too long for either of their liking. Every time they had to come find him, he set up some sort of counter to the sound of snapped fingers. Soundproofing the office, playing old-timey music at ludicrous volumes, the works.

Right now, he had taken to using industrial-grade earplugs.

“Most people would kill to be a superhero, you know,” George continued. “Captain Underpants has super strength so it really wouldn’t be hurting you that much, anyway.”

“George!”

“What? It’s not like he can hear!” The last word was pointed spitefully towards the principal.

Said principal continued his boring paperwork. While he wouldn’t be able to hear the monster terrorizing the kids outside, let alone them slamming the door open earlier, but the tremors through the floor were another thing. Besides, he at least knew that he could see them from his periphery if that smirk had anything to say about it. 

“No, look!” Harold threw the curtains open to show the scene below them. 

The ground below had suddenly erupted to reveal a set of craning necks and sharp beaks attached to bulbous heads. The Muck-Raking Vultures would not be satisfied until it’s brought everyone down to its muddy level. A few unfortunate kids were entrenched in the surrounding earth that was now under the bird’s control. All its heads let out a haughty laugh as the kids cried out and tried to struggle.

Righteous anger mingled with concern for his fellow kid and fear. It was bad enough for Krupp to make every kid feel powerless on a normal school day, but withholding the only thing that could save them was beyond– beyond stupid, George managed to think up. Beyond petty!

Krupp had rolled over to the filing cabinet, conveniently turning his back towards the window. Despite the cacophony of noise outside, the shuffling of folders and metal clangs flooded their ears.

“Hey, man, are you doing…” Whatever Harold was about to say lodged in his throat as George loosened his tie. “Oh boy.”

It’s been a while since he had deployed the Tie. There had been no reason dire enough for it. He thought for a moment before tying one end of the Tie in a knot, and tied it again for good measure. 

“On my signal, you snap your fingers, alright?” George gave a loose experimental swing. His expression shifted to something determined as he found whatever he was testing for.

Here’s the thing about those industrial-grade earplugs: there’s a thin plastic cord that connects both of them. According to his dad, it was to make sure you knew where both of them were at all times. One earplug is just as useful as none in his line of work.

George fastened his grip on his Tie, quietly circling around Krupp’s desk. He was still busy trying to look busy. Just as he was about to turn the corner of the desk, he whipped the Tie forward. Krupp jolted back at the last second.

“What was that supposed to accomplish,exactly?” His mouth split open in a mocking grin.

The other thing his dad mentioned? They also have a good chance of being caught in things if the wearer wasn’t careful. 

The Tie had managed to hit in the space between the cord. The knot acted like the head of a mace: as a counterweight, it spun around the cords to entangle it. With a quick yank to the Tie, the earplugs practically flew out.

Krupp yelled as he tried to reach out for the earplugs now sailing over his desk, but it was too late for that. Harold was at the ready with a snap.

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The cafeteria is brimming with the sound of kids shooting the breeze. Though, Harold’s been around long enough that it’s not as bright as a result of Krupp milling around the food serving area. Three guesses as to why he’s there, the first two don’t count.

He makes his way to the vending machines next to Krupp and coughs. “You’re holding up the line.”

While Edith manages to look a little ashamed, the principal jumps back like a current ran through him. “What?”

In the periphery of Harold’s vision he could see some of the kids at the nearest table move further away than they already had. But not so far as to be out of hearing range. No one’s looking at them directly, but he could tell they were expecting something.

“Kids are avoiding coming here to get their lunch because you’re here,” he pointed out bluntly.

In response, Krupp props an arm over a cleared portion of the counter. “At least some kids here have taste.”

Despite the context, the lunch lady lets out a surprised little laugh. Harold couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Like-liking.

Instead of hearing them trill and coo for the next bit, his attention shifts to something much more interesting. Like this vending machine. It's one of the few additions to the school that wasn’t a net negative for him and the other kids. 

(Though, he’s convinced it's only here because something twisted Krupp’s arm.)

“Awfully quiet.” The statement comes out like an accusation. 

He couldn’t help but shoot him a look. The lunch lady was long gone and moved to the far end of the serving station, either out of guilt or to give them privacy. He isn’t sure which. 

The vending machine clangs, depositing Harold’s soda. “Gotta be more specific than that.”

“When it's this quiet,” he tries again. “It's usually because you two are planning something.” 

A few kids flinch at his tone. He knows this is him softballing, so fine— he’ll play.

“George is sick.” Harold sees how his expression darkens, and he adds, “He got it over the weekend, it doesn’t have to do with Edith’s food.”

Krupp still has that look on his face, so clearly it wasn’t what he was looking for. And he didn’t feel like telling him specifics. He doesn’t need to know it's the flu. He doesn’t need to know it might have had something to do with the monster over the weekend. 

“Ah.” He manages. Just as astutely he adds, “Hm.”

The student body writhes. They don’t know what to do with a Krupp that isn’t yelling, or a Harold that isn’t actively provoking him, or a George that isn’t there. 

Neither does Harold, to be honest. And he doubts Krupp knows, either.

“He’ll be getting a mountain of make-up assignments once he’s back. Ribble isn’t exactly known for her grace periods.” With the way Krupp’s voice lowered, he wasn’t sure he was talking to himself or continuing whatever this conversation turned into. 

None of them know where any of them stood lately. The sidestepping was honestly kind of annoying. It reminds Harold of his house, half a decade ago. 

His attention shifts to the soda can in his hand. It's cold enough to hurt holding it, so he starts tossing it from one hand to the other. “None of the teachers are.”

He hears one of the kids squawk out a laugh before it's muffled. He’s not sure whether the kid covered their own mouth, or someone else did.

Krupp’s mouth splits open to show his teeth and the kids eavesdropping flinch back. This close, Harold can see that it veers closer to wince than intimidating grimace. “Of course.”

The boy doesn’t provide an answer to that. He’s still too busy trying to figure out the principal’s angle here, and without George to ping-pong ideas with, he was more frustrated than anything.

His receiving hand fumbles the catch. It grazes past his fingers and falls to the ground. Between the tosses and sudden impact, its contents spill into a small fizzy explosion.

Thatwas more than enough to break whatever fearful lull the other kids were under moments ago. Laughter bubbles out of the direction of their impromptu audience.

It also breaks whatever train of thought Krupphad up to this point as he stares at the bubbly mess pooling underneath his shoes. “Lunch detention.”

“It’s already lunch,” Harold shot back.

“Don’t care—” he pointed to the lunch doors. “Go.”

And then that off moment was forgotten by the kids nearby.

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The leftover feeling of having to do something do something do something thrums under Krupp’s skin long after the disorientation of switching in fades. Experiencing emotions that aren’t you own will never be a thing he’ll get used to, but this particular emotion is.

It's a little worrying considering that it's anger. 

Working backwards, he could figure out why. There were scratches on Harold’s arms, and while George looked fine his pinched expression and the way he had one of his legs propped on his knee said otherwise. In their short walk to the office he had thought he was walking strangely— not quite limping, but angling his body so he was hiding one leg behind him.

For, he amends in his head. Angry for. Not angry at.

The office is relatively clean for now. While it wasn’t hit during the most recent monster fight, there was still evidence of aftershocks. At least the glass from the shattered picture frames were out of the way and he was properly clothed now. The boys look up at the suitcase he slammed on his desk with various levels of uncertainty.

“What happened to the old suitcase?” Harold asked.

“I was meaning to get a new one with more compartments.”

George gave a curious noise as he pulled out a large bottle of rubbing alcohol and managed to catch a glimpse of the compartment’s contents. “Man, did you pack a whole hospital in that thing? That thing’s got more supplies than the nurse’s office here.”

“Figured I needed it one of these days, considering-- you know.” He lets the statement hang in the air for a moment. The boys chorus an agreeing noise, but left it at that.

He diverts his focus towards grabbing a pack of cotton pads, quickly smudging some alcohol on one of it. As soon as he starts circling the desk towards them do they push themselves into the back of the chair. 

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing with–” George points at the bit of cotton in his hand. “-- that.”

“I thought the supplies were for you,” Harold adds, just as hastily.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged. “I’ll feel it in the morning, but no skin’s been broken— unlike you.”

The boys give a silent glance towards each other. Their expressions pinch.

“They’re just surface level,” Harold waves him off. “It’s fine. We’re fine.”

Krupp looks them over and simply raises a brow. If he didn’t know any better, he would have chalked the injuries up to rough-housing. Which, technically, was true, if he discounted what they were rough-housing against.

“I don’t think the other guy will forgive me if I let you leave this room like that.”

The boys suddenly take an interest in the floor tiles under them. Do something,the feeling under his skin thrums.

“More importantly,” he said in a much lower voice. “I don’t want your parents calling me to complain about child endangerment.I won’t hear the end of it from the school board if word gets out.”

That,at least, eases them in a weird way– if only for the familiarity of the routine.

“You worry about grown-up things too much.” Despite that, Harold reluctantly showed off the fresh scrapes on his arms. 

“Do we get candy at the end of this?” George smirks, though his brows still remained pinched.

Krupp blotted the scratches before slapping a pair of band-aids on the smaller of the scratches. “You don’t get detention for the day for that locker gum prank you pulled, how about that?”

Harold rolled his eyes, his hand picking at the skin around one of the band-aids as he slapped an extra-large band-aid pad on the other one. George, on the other hand, had turned away from him.

“Welp since you’re done, we better get out of your hair then.” He waved a hand. “Or, scalp. I guess. C’mon, Harold.”

“Now hold it, bub–” He pointed a finger at him. “Your turn.”

He looked over his shoulder with an irritated glare. With a sarcastic flourish, he shows off his arms and even rolls up his already short sleeves to prove a point. Save for the bits of bubblegum-stuck rubble and dust that still clung on his skin, there wasn’t anything he could see.

“What about your legs?”

“Ugh.” He slid back to sitting properly and gestured to them incredulously. They were similarly dirty from the recent fight, but they weren’t hurt as far as he could tell. 

At least, as far as he could tell with the unobscured leg. He still hasn’t moved them. 

“George,” Krupp warned.

Harold gave a nervous glance. As much as the other boy refused to budge on the subject, his conviction crumbles at the sight of his friend.

“Ugh, fine!” He uncrossed his legs. The knee that had been supporting his other leg was smeared in red.

The roiling feeling he felt when he first swapped in, comes back in full force at the sight. Pull it together. He gritted his teeth as he focused on something else.

George was looking straight up at the ceiling. What looked like a case of childish rebellion clearly wasn’t that on closer inspection: somehow, he had gotten even more tense.

“I don’t like–” He stops himself, and instead says, “Just get it over with already.”

Krupp drops whatever lecture he was about to spit automatically. He’s never seen George freak out like this— which was saying something, considering everything else before was just as harrowing.

“Get the gauze.”

It takes Harold a moment to realize that he’s talking to him.

“Both of them. It's in the big inside pocket—” The boy scrambles to the principal’s desk without hesitation and comes back in record time. “Just put them on the chair, it’s fine.”

The boy opts to circle around the chairs to be at George’s side. He places a hand on his shoulder, and a bit of the tension bleeds out of his shoulders.

Speaking of which.

Upon closer inspection, it looks a lot worse than it actually is. The leg on top of the wound just made a mess of it by unintentionally rubbing it all over his knee.

The next few minutes happen in silence, save for the occasional hiss from George. He cleans up the wound with cotton-soaked rubbing alcohol before wrapping it tight with gauze. 

“Done.” Krupp takes a few steps back, rounding back towards his desk. “It's not the nicest job, but I’m not the school nurse for a reason.”

George hazards to look down. The knee in question is wrapped tight, with the ends of the gauze wrapped in a farmer’s loop. He pokes at it and only winces a little bit.

“Huh,” he mumbles.

While the both of them whisper between each other, Krupp rummages around his desk drawers until he finds the forms he was looking for. Ignoring how dusty the page on top was, he sets to write and check off the necessary boxes.

The murmuring stops just as he was finished with it and the boys were now at the edge of his desk.

“What’re you doing?” George gives the pen he was holding the stink-eye.

Harold tilts his head. “Accident Report,” he reads aloud.

“Just to keep things above board.” The principal sighs before handing it off to them. “I’m going to have to call your parents because of this–”

“Our parents are going to flip!”

“Hold on–” Harold squinted at the sheet. “What do you mean ‘injury was caused by playground incident’?”

“It means what it means,” Krupp replies. “I can’t exactly say you two were fighting gum monsters. Knowing most parents they’ll probably want to take you home, or talk to you before I send you off to class, so stay here for the next ten minutes.”

When self-loathing got old, his pragmatism bled in and thought of the logistics of… everything, really. Someone had to, and it wasn’t going to be the other guy, least of all the boys themselves. Though a part of him suspects that the other guy is considering it now.

The thrum, thankfully, quiets.

Harold opens his mouth. Closes it. “That’s… surprisingly cool of you,” he says in disbelief– both with the situation and the words coming out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well, don’t mention it.” He flashes a grimace. “Ever.”

“Done,” George agrees immediately.

“I don’t think anyone would believe us anyway!”

“Our parents are still going to flip out, though.”

The principal swivels back towards the file cabinet to pull up their parents’ contact info, letting the two of them take their usual seat. It was the pragmatic thing, letting them calm down from all that.

[illshowyourhurricanes]

It has been a minute. Send me an ask with a character (who I write for are in the tags) and a prompt and we’ll see what comes of it!

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

"can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

[damnhotmsimmons]

About Tyler Green...

I have a possible theory regarding Tyler Green in the rest of season 16

warning, Spoilers below

 I have a theory that Tyler Green might be killed by Elias Voit before the season finale. Here are my reasons:

Killing off a main character is too risky, and I doubt the writers are willing to do that. That said, with the recurring cast, it’s a whole other story. 

Not counting unsubs, CM has a track record of killing off secondary characters, whether they’re loved ones (Haley, Maeve) or allies (Strauss, Phil, Kate Joyner) to the BAU. Since Tyler has a significant role in the Sicarius storyline, this puts him at risk

Go back to the previous thought, it’s clear CM has a bad habit of putting the BAU’s loved ones in danger or kill them off. Since Tyler is supposedly a potential love interest for Garcia, this also makes him a target. That said, his death would devastate Garcia and put her in more emotional pain

After 16x06, Tyler is now a free man, except he knows that his sister Alison is actually dead and he got into a brawl which Garcia had to bail him out. This leaves him in a vulnerable state and even with Garcia’s attempts to calm him down and not do something reckless, his survivor’s guilt and trauma will push him into attempting to get revenge on Sicarius to avenge his sister’s death, which won’t end well for him

Considering that the writers paired him with Garcia in 16x06 (yuck), by killing off Tyler, it raises the stakes in the season and makes way for the climax in the Sicarius storyline. Tyler’s death would leave another devastating impact on Garcia and make her determined to stop Sicarius/Elias once and for all

With the show being renewed for season 17, I can’t imagine Tyler sticking around for long. Storywise, there’s no reason for him to stay unless he has a pivotal role and with Greencia, the relationship won’t last as it was so sudden due to the trauma bonding and Tyler having a lot of emotional baggage, which would add some friction to their (already) doomed relationship especially when Garcia has put more care into her mental health 

Elias is known for tying up loose ends and covering his tracks, ensuring that he is never caught. He also knows when certain potential targets are too risky (like why he warns JJ and Luke to leave the storage unit) and how certain acquaintances can compromise his cover, like killing Benjamin after outliving his usefulness. Now that Tyler is free, he becomes an obstacle for Elias and his attempts to go underground and avoid detection since Tyler is heavily driven to find his sister’s killer. It’s possible Tyler is more likely to encounter Elias up close before the BAU, and would be killed in order for Elias to maintain his cover

Tyler’s death would be a potential downfall for Elias given his close ties to Garcia and the BAU and his death will alert Garcia 

Tyler’s death could possibly play a role with Garvez. How? I’m not sure since the writers are inconsistent with them

This is just a theory/prediction, whether this actually happens, I don’t know (I’ll be shocked if this does come true). Feel free to add some thoughts to this

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[tallmadgeandtea]

Happy Valen-TURNs Day!

Hello, and Happy Valentine’s! (And happy birthday to me!) For today’s Turn event, here is a little Drabble that fits the “secret relationship” space- which, to be quite honest, is something Benjamin and Elizabeth are very good at. Sometimes. Only sometimes.

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“Major Tallmadge!” She shrieked, but it was already too late- the front door of Greene’s quarters shut, the slam seemingly shaking the entire valley, and he was grabbing her hand, pulling her with him like a relentless captor, but he wasn’t wicked. No, she saw it in his smile, in that charming, irreducible grin, in the shining, sky blue of his eyes, laughing when his mouth couldn’t. It was useless to try and dig her toes in, whirl her head around to see if anyone was watching.

He’d the won race before, so it was only fair to let him have this, right?

Don’t act like you don’t want it either, Elizabeth.

She learned it rather quickly in camp that-

God help her, she loved being reckless.

She closed her eyes for a few brief seconds, intently listening to the sounds in front of her, being her, surrounding them. Birds in the trees. The ever so faint, ever so distant sound of General Greene’s voice in the four walls. Benjamin’s helmet hitting the ground in a careless thud. The swish of her skirts as she flew through the air and landed in his grip- she was higher than the birds, higher than the trees, her heartbeat picking up and taking off like diving off a cliff and learning to fly.

Falling?

She couldn’t fall if he was holding her.

She kept her eyes closed for one more second- he kissed her, tilting her head up to meet his, his hands spread out against her back, pulling her cloak close. She caught his sharp intake, desire passing through all the joy, the laughter. Kissing him was never something she didn’t understand, something she had to learn.

She wanted him to go deeper, wanted him to take off her cloak and lay it on the ground-

Want to let him win, do you?

She opened her eyes.

They were outside Greene’s house, up against the stone wall, the window inches from them. If she moved her hand the wrong way, she’d bang on the glass, ruin everything.

“Benjamin,” she breathed.

“Yes, Elizabeth?” He said, sickeningly, dangerously innocent.

But she didn’t pull away. “We could’ve been seen!”

“Yes,” he answered, going in swiftly for another kiss, his lips on her neck.

She pushed him off, too little, too late. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

He tilted his head, playing the role, practiced ease radiating off him. “How?”

“With you-“ she paused, breaking her stare. “With you flustering me!”

“I enjoy it too much, after a long day’s work.” He somehow stepped closer, his legs spread out to fit through her skirts. “As much as you enjoy being here.”

“That’s impossible,” she whispered. No one loved it here more than she did. “And it should be the other way around,” she added.

“Whatever do you mean, Miss Walker?”

Maybe she wouldn’t let him win.

Not completely.

She reached out, sliding a slim arm past the blue wool, her sleeve brushing his waistcoat until she found the back, the ties underneath her fingertips. “There was a time I was the one who left you flustered.”

Benjamin’s breath caught in his throat, crumbled up like a piece of paper in her fist. “I… I remember it.”

She pouted, blinking, “Do you, Major?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember following me around like a lovesick boy? Saying my name softly? Escorting me home?”

He smiled. “When did I ever stop?”

She laughed, freeing her other hand, raising it until her grip was around his neck. “Good. I knew you had a perfect memory.”

“Like I could ever forget anything about you, Elizabeth.”

“Take me home, Benjamin.”

The sudden snap of thunder broke the birdsong, her moment of recklessness.

“Sooner rather than later,” she sighed.

[banditthewriter]

I hope it’s ok I sent in 2, if not feel free to ignore this one! Can I have “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” With Benjamin Greene if you’re willing to give writing doe him a shot? If not, with Logan Delos? Thank you! 💖

This is my first time writing for Benjamin Greene! Hopefully I don’t completely eff it up! 19. “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” 

*gif not mine*

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“That movie was horrible,” you said with a laugh as you and Benjamin stumbled into the now dark street across from the theater.

“The worst,” he agreed as he urged you in front of him down the sidewalk. 

He was always good at taking care of you when you were too distracted to take care of yourself. It was one of the many things that you lov...liked about him.

Liked. Definitely liked. 

“We should go to that Chinese place your sister was telling us about last week. Do you remember where it is?”

You furrowed your eyebrow as you thought about it. Then, in triumph, you remembered your sister had written down the information in your purse.

“Yes, let me get it. Pull out your phone so you can Google it.”

He did as he was told but then swore.

“Phone’s dead. Damn battery,” he cursed as he dropped the phone back into his pocket. 

“No worries, use mine. Here,” you said as you handed him your phone. “The code is my birthday and I will judge you if you don’t know it.”

You heard him chuckle but it was immediately halted. You were elbow deep in your way-too-big purse as you hunted down a scrap of paper from a week ago so you weren’t sure what caused it. The two of you were stopped in the middle of a relatively empty street, but you still halted your digging to see what was going on.

He was staring at your phone. Not just your phone though, because you could see the front still showed the keypad for your passcode. You almost teased him that he didn’t remember your birthday until you remembered what your lockscreen was.

“Am I your lockscreen?” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” you said in a rush, but you didn’t take it back from him. Why bother, the damage was done.

He looked up at you and grinned. 

“I think you’re a little more fond of me than you’d like me to know,” he teased as he looked back down to enter in your passcode. He hit something you didn’t see and then looked at you.

With a confident grin, he tugged you in to his side and held up your phone. You realized he was taking a picture of the two of you. You started to smile, surprised and pleased, when he leaned in to kiss you instead.

That picture was going to be your lockscreen for a very long time coming.