#benjamin halter

[usurper-of-heavens]

Just a compilation of twst text memes (mostly azjm) I made🤗I don't remember if I ever posted it here though, sorry if I did!!!

[ashzvip]

In every jamiazu/ashenviper craft, is a benjamin praying for its downfall 😭

day 71 - little inside joke w the ashenviper discord server where scarabia student b is an azjm hater due to being screwed over by them on separate occasions (azul stealing his magic + being mind-controlled by jamil). we also call him 'benjamin'.

[bobafettfanclub]

Boba Fett by JediDudeJay See more from the cosplayer: https://www.instagram.com/jedidudejay/ Photos: Benjamin Farren (center), Jacob Halter (left and right)

[the-fiction-witch]

The Agency

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet

I sat rattled with dread and apprehension, my hands quivering and my knees trembling. I sat inside the undersized tiled cubicle in the women's bathroom, My red suitcases on the floor around me, opened up exposing my clothes, makeup and tools. My feet on the floor as I was in the midst of changing after the flight, my hair in my rollers, filled a spray bottle with water from the taps and doused my hair while it sat in the rollers in the hope that it dry it would curl my hair. I removed all my make-up and did it all nice and fresh with my hand mirror. Once my make-up was done as faultlessly as possible even if it took me a good three tries. I crammed my make-up away and changed out of my little pinafore dress, I put on my best shapewear even if it made me feel like a bit of sealed meat. I pulled on my black stockings and clipped them into my suspender belt. I slipped on my little white kitten heels and made sure I was stable in them. I grabbed the dress I had picked out for today and slipped on the black knee-length A-line halter neck dress, making sure to smooth it out and adjust it a few times to try and make sure I looked my best. I slipped my thick white belt around my waist bucking it at the front of my waist giving it some slight adjustments. Once my hair was dry enough I pulled my rollers out my hair seeing the slight curl in my hair, I quickly packed them all away into my suitcase. I grabbed my white headband and pushed it into my hair before finally I set my silver necklace around my neck and coated myself in my perfume. Once finished I packed everything up into my cases and handbag before I emerged from the stall and went to the mirror giving my hair and dress slight adjustments. I put my coat over my suitcase and held my cases in my hands before I left the bathroom completely and headed out to the airport. I saw well-dressed men and women coming and going for their travels.

I found myself a spot and set my cases down before I grabbed my paperwork from The Agency. I didn't have much information from them, but I suppose the rest I will just have to learn. I put my papers back in my bag and took my cases again standing and looking around to see if I could spot him. But I merely waited for a good while shuffling my feet, watching the clock hands turn each inch they moved around the face filled me with even more anxiety. I saw a man looking around and I took note of him, he stood in the centre of the airport looking at the board. He wore a pair of black ankle boots well polished, a pair of black jeans with some slight fading on the knees as if well used, a leather belt with a small holster containing a well-sharpened knife, a black T-shirt, three long silver chains around his neck looming at different lengths on his chest, a green textured button down tucked into his jeans with only a few buttons done up to expose the shirt and chains below, a leather trench coat that seemed to move with him to perfectly the leather warmed and well relaxed, he was fairly pale with some spikey hair on his chin and upper lip, the straggles of blonde hair coming from below a greyish brown stetson hat. His hands are in his jacket pockets as he watches the board with a look of brief confusion. He glanced around the first time he just looked around but then he gave me a double take his head snapping back to look at me. He stepped over confidently but slowly stopping a respectful distance away, he looked me up and down with his chocolate eyes and I too looked him up and down, My eyes lingered on the knife at his hip.

"Uhh… Y/n Y/l/n?" He asked, The moment my name left his mouth I knew this was true, this was him, this really was happening, I hadn't been stood up or wasted my time, but also the realization that… this was true, this was real, this was happening this was… him. "Benjamin Watts?" I clarified, "Yeah," he nodded, "Uhh just Benny if you don't mind," "Ohh sorry I didn't-" "It's not a problem, don't worry about it, I could have sworn I told them." He reassured, "Well… You're very beautiful," "Thank you," I blushed, "You uhh you're very handsome," "Thanks," he smiled, "So? you wanna get going?" "Yes, of course, that would be nice…" I nodded, "You mind if I?" He smiled, "Ohhh uhh No," I answered even if I wasn't quite sure, He smiled briefly and moved closer so much I could smell the scent of his earthly woody aftershave mixed with the leather scent of his jacket, he gave my cheek a polite kiss which turned my blush far more intense, before he took one of my cases from me and offered his hand so I happily took it and let him lead me even if I was nervous.

I sat inside the little blue beetle as It scampered through the New York Streets in the setting sun. The sounds of the little air-cooled engine behind us. Benny's hands on the wheel his silver rings often tapping against the wood, the radio lit up on the dashboard turned into a station gently playing It's Been a Long, Long Time by Kitty Kallen low enough to meerly be a gentle whisper. "So? How much did they tell you?" he spoke up, "Oh… Not much, I imagine they didn't tell you much either…" I answered, "A little bit, they let me see your file very briefly." "They didn't let me see yours…" "I didn't read much of it, Kinda just wanted to get to know you in person," "Yeah, me too." "I'll be honest, I was mostly just looking at your picture so I had some kinda hope of recognizing you when I picked you up," He chuckled, I blushed and chuckled too, "I didn't know what to expect, but I just hoped we'd find each other." "Well we have time to get settled," He said as he pulled up in front of a bunch of tall Brooklyn townhouses, I looked them over with a wistfulness before I climbed out eager to discover what this new life could be like.

[amrev250]

The Philadelphia Tea Party

12/25/1773

On October 16, 1773, Patriots led by men such as Benjamin Rush and Thomas Mifflin met in Philadelphia to issue a response to the Tea Act. They produced a document called the Philadelphia Resolutions which basically was a list of eight grievances against Britain. They essentially said that they would not allow any taxed tea to be unloaded in their city. Just over two months later, seven East India ships, led by the Polly, started up Delaware Bay towards Philadelphia, laden with tea. It was made to dock downstream at Chester, Pennsylvania, 250 years ago today.

In Chester, a group of citizens met and escorted Captain Ayres to the largest mass meeting ever in the colonies, over 6,000 people, in Philadelphia (itself the largest city in the colonies). Along the way, he was shown broadsides plastered all over the city which read as follows:

You are sent out on a diabolical Service; and if you are so foolish and obstinate as to complete your Voyage, by bringing your Ship to Anchor in this Port, you may run such a Gauntlet as will induce you, in your last Moments, most heartily to curse those who have made you the Dupe of their Avarice and Ambition.

What think you, Captain, of a Halter around your Neck—ten Gallons of liquid Tar decanted on your Pate—with the Feathers of a dozen wild Geese laid over that to enliven your Appearance?

Only think seriously of this—and fly to the Place from whence you came—fly without Hesitation—without the Formality of a Protest—and above all, Captain Ayres, let us advise you to fly without the wild Geese Feathers.

Captain Ayres got the point. He didn't make any attempt to unload his shipment of 697 chests of tea in Philadelphia. He returned to his ship, refitted it, and the Polly and the other six ships turned around and headed back to Britain.

[1829sblog]

Title: "A Shared Passion"

Chapter 1: Introductions and Discovering a Common Interest

In a small town called Willowbrook, Amelia Smith, a passionate equestrian, pursues her love for horse riding. Her days were spent caring for her beautiful mare, Luna, and training rigorously in English-style riding. Amelia was known for her exquisite taste in equestrian fashion and her dedication to proper horsemanship.

Chapter 2: Amelia and Benjamin's Connection

Amelia's dedication caught the attention of Benjamin Walker, a charming 20-year-old who had always been fascinated by horses. Their shared love for horses sparked an instant connection when they first met at the local equestrian center. Benjamin, eager to learn more about riding, eagerly sought Amelia's guidance.

Chapter 3: Outfitting Benjamin

Amelia, always meticulous about her own wardrobe for horse riding, extended her expertise to dress Benjamin for their upcoming adventure. She carefully selected a crisp white button-down shirt, beige jodhpurs, and knee-high black leather boots for him. To ensure his safety, she provided him with a well-fitting black velvet helmet.

Chapter 4: Hair and Accessories

Understanding the need for practicality and style, Amelia used a hairnet to tame Benjamin's unruly dark locks, ensuring it lay neatly under his helmet. She playfully added a black and white checkered headband, which matched Luna's halter, to further accentuate his look. The headband held back his hair while adding a charming touch.

Chapter 5: Makeup for the Ring

Amelia wanted Benjamin to look his best, even in the equestrian ring. She used a touch of concealer to even out his skin tone and a subtle bronzer to enhance his cheekbones. To highlight his eyes, she lightly dusted them with a neutral eyeshadow and added a coat of lengthening mascara. Amelia understood the importance of subtlety, allowing Benjamin's natural features to shine.

Chapter 6: The Perfect Lipstick

Amelia knew that a stunning lipstick would complete Benjamin's equestrian look. She opted for a shade of deep rose, bordering on burgundy, which brought out the warmth in his complexion and complemented his natural lip color. The lipstick added a touch of sophistication and confidence, making him ready to face any equestrian challenge.

Chapter 7: Amelia's Guided Training

With Benjamin looking the part, Amelia led him to the training arena. They spent hours working together; she patiently coached him on proper riding techniques, balance, and communicating effectively with the horse. Luna, sensing Benjamin's determination, followed his lead, and a newfound bond formed among the three.

Chapter 8: Benjamin Flourishes in the Show Ring

Months of hard work paid off as Benjamin blossomed into a confident and skilled equestrian. With Amelia's support and Luna's trust, he entered the show ring for the first time, leaving the audience awestruck by his grace and skill. He rode with elegance, embodying the spirit of English-style riding.

Chapter 9: A Love That Grows Stronger

Through their shared passion, Amelia and Benjamin discovered a love that ran deeper than just horses. Their journey, filled with mutual support, laughter, and unwavering dedication, brought them closer together. As they continued to ride side by side, their love for each other grew stronger with each passing day.

Chapter 10: Conclusion and Future Dreams

Amelia and Benjamin's remarkable bond reminded everyone who witnessed their journey of the power of shared passions. As their love for horses and each other intertwined, their dreams expanded beyond the equestrian world. Together, they realized they could conquer any challenge life presented, hand in hand, forever united by their shared love for horses and their unbreakable bond.

Surname Suggestions:

Young Woman: Amelia Smith

Boyfriend Benjamin: Benjamin Walker

Horse Show Ring Name Suggestions:

Amelia's Horse: Luna's Elegance

Benjamin's Horse (if applicable): Phoenix's Grace

Please note that the story provided is a work of fiction and the details about clothes, makeup, and hairnet usage may not necessarily align with practical attire for English-style horse riding.

[silkscream]

it’s missing arvin hourssss if you’re open to a req!! the towns in the midst of a heat wave and arvin can’t get over how you look licking a cherry ice pop on the tailgate of his truck

MDNI 18+ ONLY

goddd i miss him sm. you know that humidity is getting the best of him, but he's trying real damn hard to be productive out in the garden pulling weeds so the summer vegetables can thrive.

meanwhile, you're sitting pretty on the open bed of his truck in your halter tank and matching shorts, sprawled under the western sun. you like watching arvin work -- you like the way the veins in his arm flex when he grips the earth, like how when he wipes the sweat off his brow his dirty white tee hitches up just in the slightest to reveal his happy trail. you like those momentary looks he gives you, knowing full well that his eyes are scanning your bare legs before nodding at you casually like he isn’t fully smitten. the twinkly sound of the neighborhood’s ice cream truck’s jingle makes your ears perk up.

“you want a lemonade or somethin’, arv?” you beckon after him once you get to your feet.

“‘m good, baby,” he gruffs, fixated now on some sort of carpentry project in the garage. pouting, you skip your feet less than a block to get a treat, batting your eyes generously enough for the teenage clerk to stammer over his words and fuck his counting over a handful of coins. ultimately, your warm face makes him give in, so he lets you off the hook and lets you buy the little girl in line behind you an ice cream, too. he’s bewitched after you wink goodbye.

arvin doesn’t notice your return, which makes you roll your eyes. and you’re not one to be needy, anyways, so you crank up the radio to drown out the sounds of manual labor with doo-wop, and you suck on your cherry ice pop. it’s refreshing, it really is, but what’s more refreshing is the moment arvin looks up to see you in the bed of his truck blooming like a flower with carnation-red lips. 

“is it getting all over me?” you pout. “or do you want some?”

“i want something, alright,” arvin mumbles under his breath. “you tryna put on a little show for me, pretty thing? chrissake.”

“father benjamin says not to say the lord’s name in vain.”

“fuck father benjamin.”

you giggle, pushing the red popsicle deeper into your mouth until liquid dribbles down to your chin. you struggle to clean yourself up, cupping your palm to collect the excess as arvin stares.

“you’re fuckin’ killing me, doll.”

“huh? i’m mindin’ my own fuckin’ business,” you chuckle. “if you’re so desperate for a break, just take one, vinny.”

he sighs, looking back into the garage as he wipes his face with his t-shirt. he does it deliberately -- arvin isn’t one to show off, but he knows what makes you tick -- as he exposes his bare midriff and the defined lines of his abs.

“think i might take a cold shower. think you might need one, too.”

before you can register it, arvin takes a few steps closer to you just so he can kiss you on your neck, lick you down to your chest where he can lap up the sweet slick of the cherry ice pop that had melted and dripped onto your skin without you noticing. you gasp at the feeling and immediately feel a fluttering in your core.

“you’re getting it all over your hands, angel,” he gives you a low chuckle, lips right near your earlobe. “better clean you up, huh?”

it takes less than two minutes for the two of you to walk back into the house to turn on the shower -- water running cold -- but he doesn’t even bother to get you into it. instead, he’s quick to strip off your matching set along with his t-shirt and jeans, whiplash overcoming your senses when he’s got you leaning over the bathroom sink with his mouth licking up the sweat on your neck.

he loves you like this -- submissive and bent down under him with his hand around your throat while the mirror starts to fog up from your desperate pants. the moment you feel him slide into you from behind, your skin feels like it’s on fire, which may be counterproductive considering the heat wave both of you are trying to escape, but both of you are too busy riding the throes of ecstasy to care.

it’s so much -- the feeling of his thick cock, the sweltering heat, his fingers in your mouth. 

“fuck, honey,” arvin grunts into your shoulder. “most beautiful woman i ever seen. shit.”

you moan back unintelligibly. maybe it’s the heat, the sweat, the pheromones working on overdrive, because arvin doesn’t expect to be this close so fast. he’s got your hair balled up in his fist as he thrusts into you, a much more fulfilling workout than the damn yard work consuming all his days.

when he does cum, so do you. your thighs nearly give out, actually, shaking from the impact of him being so deep that the coil inside of you breaks completely. your stomach aches in inferno, but you suppose the pain is worth it if it’s always going to be this honey-sweet.

[quiteaweirdworld]

Boy In The Bubble (JJ x Reader)

A storyline of you realizing JJ’s being abused and promising him you’ll always be there

Requested: nope (send me requests!!)

Inspired: by The Boy In The Bubble by Alec Benjamin

Warnings: minor cursing, mentions of abuse and one quick line of slut-shaming

Contains: fluff, soft JJ, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending (aka my brand)

Words:  1.8K (ahh)

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I covered up my face so that no one knows

I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble

But then came trouble

At the start of summer you noticed that JJ’s wardrobe hadn’t changed. That might not seem strange, as you were all poor pogues and couldn’t afford to buy new clothes every week like the kooks did, but there was usually a definite switch at the start of summer. Everyone brough out their shorter clothes or didn’t wear them at all, resorting to only swimsuits as everyone enjoyed the sun together. There was normally so much skin shown by everyone, but not JJ this summer. You tried to confront him on the boat one day,

“Hey JJ, you ever gonna lose the shirt?” you called out

“Ahh I’m sure you’d love that” he teased back, “but Club JJ is closed today”.

The flirting was on par with normal JJ, but the shirt definitely wasn’t. You tried once more with

“Comeon grandpa, live a little and get in the water” but he got defensive, going

“Y/N leave me alone, I’m not swimming today, ok?” When you locked eyes with Kie and Pope they seemed just as confused as you were, but John B was just staring at JJ with a look of concern on his face. 

The three of you silently decided to just move on, and soon JJ was back to his usual self, cracking jokes from the deck of the boat while the rest of you were in the water. The rest of the day passed without incident, but in the back of your mind you were still thinking about JJ, and wondering what was going on. 

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"

JJ kept his shirt on for the rest of the week, and that Friday night you all headed out for a party at the Boneyard. You and Kie had traded clothes back and forth until you both found the perfect outfits with shorts and cute halter tops, and Pope and John B were in the typical pogue boy outfit of unbuttoned hawaiian shirts, but JJ still had his closed. You learned from last time not to press because he would just shut down, but you kept an eye out all the same. Your thoughts were interrupted by John B happily calling out to the group

���Pretty boys aren’t here today, let’s relax!” sure enough, Topper and Rafe were nowhere to be seen. Without any kooks to worry about, you only had to be wary of the Tourons, and they were normally harmless. 

After a few hours when it was getting dark, it suddenly started to rain. You and JJ were out on the far end of the beach, away from the rest. They had to run Pope back home because they knew that he’d get in trouble from his dad for being out in the storm. Kie called out 

“Y/N, JJ, you guys good to make it back? I’m hauling ass with Pope and John B”

“We’re good Kie!”

The other group took the van back, leaving you and JJ to walk. Although it’s normally quite warm in good old OBX, the rain caused the temperature to drop a few degrees and you were practically shivering, which caught JJ’s attention. “Are you ok Y/N?” 

“I’m fine” you tried to reassure him, but it wasn’t very convincing because your voice broke.

He made a face but before you could figure it out he took off his shirt and wrapped it around you. You were a bit warmer, but the best part was that it smelled like him. Before you could focus on this however, you were distracted by JJ’s bare torso, and not in the way you normally were. 

“JJ-” you gasped, and JJ just averted his gaze. 

“It’s nothing” he said quietly, but you didn’t believe him

“JJ who did this?” 

“You don’t want to know, trust me. Drop it Y/N, let’s just get back” he said a bit defensively, and you let it go. When you got back to the Chateau, he quickly changed into a different shirt before anyone else noticed, and you left it at that. 

Put my hands up, put my hands up

I told this kid I'm ready for a fight

You should have known that the next fight would be Rafe. Everything about him always seemed to tick off JJ, and combine that with his protective nature towards you and it was just a recipe for disaster. It was the day after the party, and your luck with avoiding them had run out. Kie was stuck helping at the restaurant, but you and the boys were out for a surf because the waves were perfect. JJ’s torso was healed and you were relieved to finally see him dressing normally again. While you were taking a break on the sand, Rafe and his crew of other obnoxious rich white boys were walking by, complete with sunglasses that probably cost as much as your surfboard. You missed the first comment because you were ignoring their entire presence, but you noticed JJ’s reaction. He stood up and angrily told Rafe

“Tell ya what, you can take that opinion and shove it”. That was apparently the wrong thing to do, as it only spurred Rafe on. He responded and addressed you directly “Wow what a gentleman! I’m sorry that you’re slumming it with these lowlifes, but maybe you like whoring it up with these men”

As soon as you were brought into any argument involving JJ, he immediately turned it into a fight. Rafe must have known that, but he still wasn’t fast enough to avoid the punch. JJ went straight for Rafe’s nose, and it started bleeding. That was all it took for Rafe’s cronies to jump in, and you knew it would be bad. 

“John B DO something” you screamed, but John B was also busy fighting and didn’t notice. Pope was doing his best to help, but that boy could never fight well. You were growing increasingly more concerned as it looked like JJ was losing, even though you knew he could have won, but you finally thought of something. You ran to the cooler which you had put your now empty beers in earlier that day, and dumped the water all over the boys. That confused them enough for John B to pull Rafe off of JJ and for you to scream “What the actual fuck Rafe? Get the fuck away from us and go the fuck home”

He was too stunned by your cussing to react, and just signalled to his boys and left. As soon as he was out of your eyesight, you ran over to JJ who was already being carried to the van by John B and Pope. 

“Take him to my house, I got this” you told them

“You sure?” asked John B 

“Yeah, you’re out of bandages at the Chateau and I just got some” you responded. You spent the entire ride to your place worried about JJ, and wondering why he didn’t fight back

Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain

Every time you curse my name

As soon as the boys got JJ propped up in the bathroom, you two were silent. JJ was probably waiting for you to yell at him for the fight, but you knew another confrontation wouldn’t help. Instead, you quietly whispered

“Thank you”. He looked up, confused

“For standing up for me” you explained. JJ just gave you a soft smile and nodded as you cleaned him up, responding

“Anytime”

After you finished fixing up his torso and face, you just looked at JJ. 

“Why didn’t you fight back? You totally could have taken Rafe!” You had no idea why JJ let that happen to him. 

“No, I couldn’t”, he mumbled

“You got the first punch in!” you said, exasperated

“I just couldn’t!” he exclaimed. You knew it wasn’t smart, but you pushed anyway.

“Why not? Do you like being beaten?” Immediately you knew that was the wrong thing to say. 

“I froze, ok?” he shouted. “I was looking up at Rafe and it was like, it was like” You were really quiet, worried about what he was about to say.

“Like who, JJ?” “My dad”

But like every other day, he was scared to go

Back to his house 'cause his pops was home

Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles

Suddenly, everything made sense to you. JJ had been beat by his dad, and didn’t want the group to see, so he kept his shirts on. That's what those bruises on his torso were from. That also explained why he was so on edge on the beach that afternoon. You knew his dad was an asshole, but you didn’t think it was that bad. 

“Oh, JJ” you pulled him in close and let him sob into your chest. 

“I couldn’t stop him, I didn’t want to stop him. He’s my dad”

Your heart broke as you realized that his dad, the person who was supposed to love him, didn’t. You wanted to show him that he was still completely deserving of love. You cupped his face in your hands and slowly leaned in, careful of his injuries and slow enough that he could back out if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to. He closed the final distance between you two and you collided in a sweet kiss until you had to come up for air. 

“JJ, you are such a great person” you say softly while looking into his eyes, and seeing them fill up with tears. 

“No I’m not, I’m broken” your heart hurt so much to hear him say that, and you maintained eye contact so he knew how wrong he was. “You’re not broken. You are so deserving of love. JJ, I love you. I hate seeing you like this, you don’t deserve it”. At first you were worried that you had spoken too much and scared him off, but he just pulled you tighter and slowly stopped crying again. 

“JJ, you’re staying here tonight” you told him, and went on before he was able to argue “Yes, you are. Tomorrow, we’re gonna figure out what to do, and I’m going to help you, but tonight you need to rest”

You pulled him towards your bed and when he moved to sleep on the floor just rolled your eyes and patted the sheets next to you. 

“Thank you so much Y/N” he mumbled as he fell asleep. You sat there, watching the boy you loved so much finally look at peace for the first time in weeks, relieved that he was safe and would be ok. 

“Anytime” you promise.

[gogandmagog]

Oooouuu. Le’s’go. Thanks for thinking to tag me, @batrachised! 🫣🫶🏻 You’re the cutest in the world.

Three ships: I’m over here flattering myself as an intellectual as if I don’t probably realistically have 50 ships. Top 3? Anne ❤️ Gilbert. Myself/Gilbert, too; I think I can pretty effectively blame Jonathan Crombie for this. My rather heathen six year old self would’ve been perfectly willing to be sister-wives-throupley with Anne and him. I’m in no way proud of this. 💀 [I have approximately a zillion AoGG fandom sub-ships, but they’re all secondary to mom and dad there, especially since the next closest option is the very open ended Walter/Almost Anyone.] Also, it’s cringey and gross af, but probably Selena Gomez/Justin Bieber (I know, okay? Unhinged. This impacted me severely as a middle schooler 😅). LASTLY and honestly, yes leastly of the three…. Sabrina Spellman/Harvey Kinkle. (90’s and comic version, ofc.)

First ever ship: Felicity/Benjamin, from “Felicity: an American Girl Adventure.” Lol. And I only just a few months ago came to the stunning realization that that was Shailene Woodley!!!!

Last song: “Tommy’s Party” by Peach Pit. It hits me in one of my very sorest spots, which is my extreme nostalgia of/for Jeff Buckley.

Last movie: I can’t remember 🫤. I’ve been watching too many people submitting themselves to voyeurism in trade of some fleeting social media currency, e.g. TikToks that are like “Why We Broke Up If We’re Still In Love (with pictures)”

Currently reading: ‘the God of Small Things’ by Arundhati Roy. (Full disclosure, I like writing that makes your heart pivot all painfully.) How @batrachised is reading five books all at once is immediately presenting as superhuman to me, girl slay. That’s a flex. My little singularly-focused brain could never. 😩

Currently watching: Doctor Foster. I’m very stressed about it, thanks. I’m feeling every emotion she is. It’s that good.

Currently consuming: Iced coffee, thinking of that Sylvia Plath journal quote. (Hold pls, I will fiiiind.) “I am sitting up in my room in halter and shorts trying to beat the heat with iced coffee, but it simply refuses to be beaten, and the ice persists in melting. 7/6/55”

Currently craving: … a duo’s match of Fortnite with Jagoda (Am I secretly 12? Maybe.), and the willpower to finish hanging my laundry.

Tagging: @jomiddlemarch 👀

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better. Or however many. Whatever.

I was tagged by @distractionsfromthefood, @mega-aulover and @geekymoviemom Thank you!

Three ships: Everlark, Elizabeth and Darcy, Anne and Gilbert

First ever ship: I was going to say ‘I don’t remember’ then I f@cking remembered - I was VERY into Ancient Egypt as a kid (teen) and Nefertiti was my girl: Nefertiti and Akhenaten were my original ship

Last song: Bat out of Hell (my husband will randomly make the whole family suffer through 9+ minutes of Meatloaf)

Last movie: Toy Story 3

Currently reading: I have a list I’m keeping up with as they update (almost all Everlark fics)… so here are some that are a step outside my Everlark bubble and I love them: The Magic of Ordinary Days by @professionalfangrrl and Always Remember We’re Burned For Better by @clatoera

Currently watching: hey @mega-aulover, I started Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story as well!

Currently consuming: leftover fries and peach whisky

Currently craving: lemon meringue pie

No pressure but feel free to join in

@wistfulweaverwoman @sheet-metal-memories @thelettersfromnoone @periwinckles @maggotsstuff @thinkinthankin @clatoera @goldenslumberowo @batrachised @ashyblondwaves

[soulmate-game]

Awesome, cool (on RE: Marivel). Caaaan we get... uh, Soulmate Game version of marvel/ml crossover? Marinette x Peter? Or just Marinette meeting Peter via Dr. Strange in your Lady Strange AU (post-endgame maybe??). Take your pick (or do both?) and thank you if you do write them!!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Yes.

This is a crossover between my Lady Strange AU and my Soulmate-Game AU, but since this is a different pairing it receives a different bond. I hope you like it!

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“I think somebody drew on me in my sleep,” was the first thing he told his Aunt and Uncle, who just blinked at him for a long moment with their toothbrushes half in their mouths. Peter was supposed to be getting ready for school in his own room, but instead, well.

His guardians’ eyes landed on the two childish, but extremely clean doodles on the top of Peter’s shoulders. They were ladybugs, one in red ink and the other blue. Only the outline was colored at all.

The little boy was tearing up.

“I don’t know how they e-ended up here. Why would s-somebody draw on me? It’s mean. Is this the boogeyman? Does…”

He was interrupted by May and Ben’s laughter, shrinking into himself as the adults tried to get ahold of themselves. Ben was the first to sober up, sinking to his knees and carefully laying a gentle hand on Peter’s naked arm, making sure not to come close to the new mark on his shoulder. The poor boy had stopped putting on a shirt altogether in favor of worrying over the doodles.

“No, no,” Ben soothed, running his other hand through Peter’s cinnamon hair. “No boogeyman. This is a good thing, Petey.”

He sniffled, looking up at his father figure warily, a hopeful spark in his eye. “It is?”

“Yeah. Do you remember what we told you about soul marks?” He asked his nephew, who was starting to calm down. The boy nodded, pushing his thick glasses back up his nose from where they had started to slip.

“Almost everyone has one,” he started to recite, furrowing his brows to try and remember what he had been told.

“And they can come in hundreds of different ways,” May filled in, kneeling beside her husband. “Some people have a picture or a name on them to represent their Destined. Some people are colorblind, or missing just one color until they meet their other half.”

“Some people can switch bodies or hear a song in their head that tells them how their soulmate is feeling,” Ben agreed. “There are tons of Bonds. Not everyone has a physical mark. But you,” he nodded to the ladybugs on his nephew’s shoulders. “You do.”

Peter started panicking again. “Oh no, I have two soulmates? What am I gonna do? What if they don’t like me, how can I love two people, I—“

“Relax, honey,” May rustled Peter’s hair with a soft smile. “I don’t think you have two, I think your mark is more complicated than that. Look, the ladybugs are exactly the same except for the color. The mark will probably do something exciting later, when you meet them.”

“Something exciting?” Peter parroted, making Ben chuckle.

“Yeah, but for now they are just cute pictures. Pictures which better be covered up by a shirt soon, or you’ll be late to school bud.”

“Ack!” He had forgotten he was still shirtless. “Sorry Uncle Ben!” Peter Benjamin Parker dashed back to his room as fast as his seven-year-old legs would carry him.

—*—*—*—*—*

Seven years later.

Marinette hummed, analyzing her reflection. Her halter top looked nice, a new design of hers. Tikki hovered near her, similarly happy with the clothing. And then the Kwami squeaked in dismay when her holder reached for foundation.

“Woah woah woah, what are you doing Marinette?!” The little god asked, tempted to take the makeup away. “The shirt makes your soul marks stand out so beautifully! I’m not a huge fan of spiders, but yours are so cute!”

The pigtailed girl blushed bright red, looking into the mirror to see both of the little doodles on her shoulders at the same time. They really were adorable, one cartoony spider on the top of each shoulder, one red and one blue. She didn’t wear the crop top to show them off though. She wore it because she needed to feel confident, and her usual blouses weren’t cutting it. She wanted to feel powerful, free, anything to escape the feeling of water droplets on her skin and the sight of people pinned by buildings, drowning. Blue skin, glassy eyes—

Marinette’s shook her head, taking a deep breath. The halter top she was wearing was a carefully, artistically dyed swirl of baby blue and baby pink. Strategic gathers in the cloth swirled the two colors around one another, bringing them to a small pinpoint of pale purple at the very point where the cloth had first been pinched and curled.

It was whimsical, it was childish and mature all at once. It was what Hope felt like to Marinette. The very thing she needed to try and heal from the whole Syren disaster a few weeks earlier.

“I like them too,” Marinette finally responded to her Kwami, running her fingers over the blue spider, the one on her right shoulder. It had completely vanished when she got home after the Syren attack, proving her father right from when he had told her all those years ago that her Bond was likely more than just a few doodles. “But only my parents know about them. I know the Miraculous suits are pretty much indestructible, but I don’t want to take any chances with this crazy world. If my shoulders ever get exposed while I’m Ladybug, I don’t want anyone to be able to connect that to Marinette,” she explained, slowly and regretfully spreading foundation over both marks and spritzing setting spray over it so that the makeup wouldn’t move anytime soon.

She knew why her blue spider had temporarily vanished. She had thought maybe she had just been imagining it before, when she would occasionally be in the middle of an anxiety attack and think that her blue spider was a little paler than usual. Or on the few occasions when she was going days without sleep, or overextending herself for her friends and her red spider would look a little dull.

She wondered what that meant for the person on the other end of their connection.

—*—*—*—*—*

And then she found out. She was fifteen, and it was about five in the morning. Marinette jolted out of bed, feeling a searing heat on her right shoulder. Throwing her shirt off, she saw it— her red spider was glowing. She felt herself trembling, but she didn’t know why. Tears were raining down her face, but she wasn’t sad. Her hands felt oddly wet and sticky, but they were completely clean.

The teenager shared a long, bewildered look with Tikki before carefully letting her fingers brush over the red spider. And she understood.

Anger. Guilt. He’s blaming himself. He’s dead. My fault. My fault. Blood. Is she feeling this? I’m making her feel this. Stupid. Worthless. Mistake. Mistake.

Marinette pried her hand away from the mark, gasping from the influx of emotions. She didn’t know details, probably to protect the identity of the person on the other end of the Bond, but she got the gist of it. The longer she had stayed on the connection, the more lucid thoughts she got straight from the boy himself. None of it had been promising.

She was able to surmise this; someone close to him died, or was dying. Her hands probably felt sticky because of the literal blood on his. Oh Kwami, he probably saw them die right in front of him. Probably held them.

And there was no Cure to reverse it for him.

But the most important part was that he was blaming himself for it, and Marinette couldn’t stand it. She ground her teeth, and touched the mark again with full intention of making sure he knew it wasn’t his fault. That he wasn’t worthless, and that she wasn’t mad at him for this.

But nothing happened. She tried touching the blue spider, but nothing happened. She tried meditating, hoping they had a mental connection—nothing. Absolutely. Nothing.

The heat was gone from her shoulder, the connection over.

Marinette raged at her inability to help a boy she never met.

—*—*—*—*—*

Four months later, she knew the situation was about to be reversed. She stared down at the old man in front of her, frail and weak but forcing himself to stand and hold the heavy box in the air in front of him. The weight made his twig-thin arms shake, and the pigtailed girl quickly snatched the item before it or the man holding it dropped.

“Master,” she whispered, her eyes frantically searching his. “Don’t. The magic, Tikki’s magic, can help. I’ve been practicing. Don’t—“

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of Sabine Cheng and biological daughter of Steven Strange,” the old man started, making Marinette snap her mouth shut with the force of his words. She didn’t know how he found out about her biological father, but didn’t bother asking. It wasn’t important, and he had too many possible ways of finding out through magic. No, his words right now were the only things she found worth focusing on in that moment. “I, Wang Fu, find myself too old to carry on my duties as Grand Guardian. But you are the best student I could have ever asked for. A True Ladybug with a soul of creation, a disciplined mind, and an open heart. I name you as my heir, and as the new Grand Guardian. Do you accept the transference of my title?”

Marinette didn’t want to. The wise eyes boring back into hers said that he knew, that he would understand if she refused. But Marinette also knew that refusing would not grant her the happy ending she wanted from this situation, only regret. His eyes said that he knew that, too.

“I accept,” she didn’t know how she was able to croak that out, but she managed somehow. “Wang Fu, I will gladly take on the title of Lady Strange, the new Grand Guardian. I vow to protect as you have protected, to guard the innocent and punish those who try to upset balance with the Miraculous. To keep the Universe as peaceful as possible with my power.”

“Then let my wisdom become yours,” Fu finished the sacred speech, closing his eyes as a bright green mist was born from his feet. It grew, sliding up his body until it exited his head in a giant luminous cloud like a swarm of fireflies on a misty night. Marinette refused to close her eyes, stubbornly keeping her gaze on Master Fu as the magical green fog covered her own body and sank into her skin. The knowledge of the Guardian’s language and traditions appeared in her mind, along with the rest of Fu’s wisdom and experience with the Miraculous.

“Young lady? Are you alright, you’re crying.”

Marinette took a deep breath, her eyes still locked onto the brown orbs that no longer recognized her. Slowly, she put the miracle box down on his bedside table.

“Yes, I’m fine. How do you feel?”

The old man wobbled, and the young girl had to catch him before he fell. “Let’s get you into bed,” she decided for him, getting a nod and a grateful smile in return. It was after he was in his bed and his eyes were starting to droop that he spoke again, this time in Mandarin.

Which Marinette now spoke, like a final gift from him to her.

“Are you my granddaughter?”

Marinette bit her lip, placing a gentle hand on Fu’s shoulder before responding in the same language;

“That’s right.”

She didn’t need a heart monitor to know when his pulse stopped. She could feel the magic of life drain from him, the Creation that made him who he was disappearing from his form. She dropped, her legs no longer able to support her weight, and sobbed into his comforter.

It happened then, she could feel a phantom hand on her right shoulder. Trying to provide comfort but not able to speak.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I want you here. But thank you. For everything. Thank you.

She didn’t know if she was trying to send those thoughts to Fu or to the boy trying to help her despite never having met her.

—*—*—*—*—*

This is part 1, because Tumblr doesn’t allow me to post the whole thing. Stupid word limits >:[ part 2 right here 

[ren1327]

Sweater Weather Ch.10

Hello all and happy fall.

As I post this, I am concluding the last chapters of Sweater Weather. I'm so happy you guys have been with me so far.

I will be posting it all when completed on my AO3.

Thanks again!

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Ben smiled as Bumpy sat dutifully in her larger than necessary kennel. She was given her doggie bed, pee pads, food, water and many toys. A dogwalker would come twice for her per Kosei and sit in the hotel suite and watch tv with her out of the kennel.

“You’ll be fine.” Ben said to the already spoiled pooch.

He patted down his waist coat, happy it was actually roomy despite how snug it looked.

Kosei frowned a bit as straightened his tie.

“Ben, I must talk to you before everything happens.” Kosei sighed.

“Yes, Sir?” He asked.

“…” Kosei bit his left side of his bottom lip like Kenji did when stressed before releasing it.

“Sir?”

“This is the first time the public will see Kenji with a boyfriend.”

“…oh…” Ben breathed. “I-I never thought—”

“No.” Kosei said and put his hands on Ben’s shoulders, the palms hot. “Do not be intimidated by small-minded people. I say this because I worry how you shall be seen. They do not know you. They don’t know the kind and thoughtful young man we know.”

Kosei sighed again.

“What I mean is…I worry about how you will take being in the spotlight. I know Kenji can take care of himself but…I want you to feel safe too, Ben.”

Ben smiled and nodded. “I do. With Kenji and you guys…I feel…”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“I feel absolutely safe and included a-and that’s all I could want.” He said.

Kosei smiled back. “I’m happy to hear that…Son.”

He walked off, leaving Ben a blushing, stuttering mess.

“Wow.”

Ben jumped to see Carmen in the door of one of the bedrooms, grinning smugly.

“Carmen! You look amazing!” He praised, seeing her hair loose and curled. She wore a high-low asymmetrical mid length dress with a gold chain, white lace halter strap neckline, thick purple sash belt and black skirt.

“Not bad, right?” She asked.

Candy came out with a red sheer overlay skirt that hugged her curves and opened on halfway up to her left thigh. She also wore a black sash belt and was decked out in gold jewelry. Kosei came back and his mouth fell open, his wife smiling and walking to him.

He held a hand out to her and she smiled up at him when he kissed her palm, eyes gazing at her warmly.

“I think I gained weight.” She suddenly said and Kosei chuckled.

“You will always look beautiful to me, my Love.” He said and hugged her plump body close. “More to love even if you did.”

She giggled and Kenji walked in behind Kosei.

“Are you guys sure you’re okay with this?” He asked. “I know this might be a little…much.”

“Are you kidding?” Candy asked. “Jacob’s idea was great. Nuts to traditional Christmas colors!”

“Except us?” Kosei asked.

She hummed and nodded.

Kenji stroked down his waistcoat made of magenta, teal and violet ivy like designs on the black fabric.

“Of course.” Kosei said once he connected the dots.

“Bisexual, male love and non-binary!” Carmen said excitedly, gesturing to herself and the couple.

“Self-love is the best gift.” Ben said and winked at her.

Carmen walked over to Bumpy’s kennel to say her goodbyes as Kenji walked over to Ben.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, I-”

Ben’s phone beeped.

“You get that. I’ll meet you by the elevator, Babe.” Kenji said and kissed his cheek.

“Okay!” Ben called as he was left in the room.

He took out his phone and gasped. “Uncle Dave! Hi, how was-”

“Benjamin Fitzgerald Pincus!” A deeper voice boomed.

“Oh…hi, Uncle Barry.”

“When were you to call us about you being homeless!”

“I…I um…”

“Where are you?” Barry asked.

“Seattle…with a…” He swallowed and took a breath. “With my boyfriend. I’m meeting his family for the holidays.”

“J-“

“No! No, not him. Not…his name is Kenji. He’s…he’s so good to me, Dave-“

“KENJI KON?!” Barry roared and there was a commotion over the phone before he heard it beep and put on speaker.

“Why are you dating your school bully?” Dave’s voice finally came through.

“He’s changed, he really has! This isn’t a abuse thing or…he’s so much better, I promise.” Ben started. “His family is so kind and he has a little sister-“

“You could have died that night, Ben!” Dave said.

“And on top of this, going from one abusive beater to the other—”

“LET ME FINISH!” Ben yelled, making Bumpy yelp.

He panted. “I know what he did. I know who he was awful. His sister is going through the same thing and he needed help and perspective and we just…I see him now. I see who he is. And I really like it. I really like him. He’s trying so hard to be a better person and he is! For me, for his family, for himself. Kenji Kon is not the boy from back then. And I…”

He sniffed and smiled.

“I think I love him.”

There was silence before Barry huffed.

“If he dares hurt you again, I will twist his little head from his body.”

“Baby, go take a walk or punch the bag outside.” Dave said.

“I swear I will. No one hurts my favorite nephew.”

“I’m your only nephew.” Ben said.

“Still. Text me later.”

“I will.” Ben said and heard a screen door shut.

“We’re moving back to Texas. Barry got a job at UTSA. So…are you still in school?”

“Yeah, we can…”

“…I want you to move in with us, just for a bit until we can…y’know. Know this new Kenji Kon.”

“I think I can do that. I’m sorry I kept this from you.”

“Where are you living now?” Dave asked, voice cracking with emotion.

“Sam and Yaz.”

Dave let out a breath. “Thank god.”

“I’m gonna be okay, Uncle Dave.” Ben said.

“I’m still a little bit....Oh. And…yep, my husband just punched a hole in a punching bag. That would be so hot if I weren’t mad myself.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll be home after New Year’s. I think Kenji might come down there with me.”

“Why?”

“Well, you remember that dream I had?”

“Benjamin Fitzgerald Pincus!” Dave laughed.

*

Kenji knew his hand was sweaty, clutching his boyfriend's tight.

So many eyes were on them as they walked in, Carmen sticking close to Ben’s other side as they made their way into the ballroom.

Many people were mingling and a few couples dancing as an orchestra made of people dressed in white and black played a soft waltz. He was a little nervous that their own table was front and center, right next to the stage and dance floor. He pulled out Carmen’s chair first, then Ben’s.

He was about to sit when he saw a few familiar faces. One waving him over and the other trying to hide his face.

“I’m going to get us some drinks.” He said.

“But there are waitstaff-” Carmen started.

“Cranberry watermelon juice coming up!” He said and squeezed Ben’s shoulder.

“Sounds great.” Ben said with a confused look.

Kenji quickly moved over to a pillar where two men his age were.

“Is that Pinky?” Eric asked.

“Ben.” Kenji said with a stern look.

“Ben…” Zach repeated. “And Ben is your…”

“Boyfriend, Zach.” He said, chest puffing in pride. “Ben is my boyfriend.”

“…” Zach looked from Kenji to Eric and hissed. “Damn it.”

“Pay up!” Eric said and Zach handed him two twenties.

“Uh-what?”

“We knew you liked Pincus.” Zach said.

“No, I knew he liked Pincus.” Eric said.

“Ben!” Kenji corrected.

“Ben.” Zach said awkwardly. He looked at Eric who just looked back with a blush. He puffed his cheeks and blew out a breath. “Uh…So I guess your both over High School.”

“Not really?” Kenji said. “That night...It will always be there. I almost made my future boyfriend have a deadly asthma attack while half naked because I couldn’t get over that I liked a boy. But now, I’m going to be better. I am moving forward.”

“Whoa...Look who got his big boy shorts.” Eric said. “I’m happy for you man.”

Kenji nodded.

“Come say hi.”

“No.” Both men said.

“Guys. Ben is…so awesome. Please. Its been so long and I…I kinda miss you know...having you guys around.”

“Aw, Ken…” Eric said.

“Ha! Ken and Ben, oh, no! I got it! Benji!” Zach said. “Like a celebrity couple name! Benji!”

“What?” Kenji asked, trying not to laugh. “Okay, enough, come meet my boyfriend.”

“What does this mean for you and Brook—”

“Zach, shut up. Its Benji night.”

“No.” Kenji said with a grimace. “We are not making that a thing.”

“I don’t know, put on the internet and watch it go.” Zach said.

“I like KenBen better.” Eric said. “Or maybe Koncus, no! Kenjamin.”

“Oh, wait, you were super wild and now we’re in the emerald city so…er…Wildcity?”

“That makes no sense. No one would ever use that.” Kenji said.

He flagged down a waiter and got two wine glasses filled with cold cranberry juice and frozen watermelon balls on a skewer. He walked over to the table and Ben stood up, face paling when he saw who he was with.

“Ben.” Eric said and handed over his extra glass.

Ben took it. “Hi Eric. How’s the store?”

“Chain stores now. All over the southwest area. Kirby Paint and Tile Plus is about to go full US. Ha…” Eric said, looking at his remaining drink.

“Ben we such dicks!” Zach blurted.

“Such dicks!” Eric repeated. “We’re so sorry you…that we…we’re sorry Ben!”

“We feel awful!” Zach said.

“Seriously, I had a chip on my shoulder before my parents got counseling.”

“And when my parents had their own divorce and focused on my brother more, we just took it out on you and that was not cool!”

“Like, really not cool.”

Ben blinked and stuttered. “Um, its okay. I forgive you.”

“Dude. We love Kenji and that means by extension, you are so part of the group.” Zach said.

“Yeah. Kenji said you were renovating a place in San Antonio. I got a few stores there if you need a sponsor!” Eric said. “My Mom really wants to find a way to directly support trans kids. She said they have the highest rate of…yeah.”

He cleared his throat.

“We at Kirby Paint and Tile Co. would love to sponsor the Sandra Pincus Center.”

Ben whirled around to look at Kenji.

“The Sandra Pincus Center?” He asked softly, voice barely audible.

“I thought it might keep her memory alive. She loved you so much and now you’re…you’re giving it back. Your family will help so many other families and it started with her.” Kenji said.

He noticed his boyfriend had gone silent, looking at the floor.

“Ben, I didn’t mean to—”

Ben pulled him into a kiss, ignoring the stares and flashes of cameras as he smiled blissfully into the kiss with his boyfriend.

“Kenji I really lo-Darius?!” He said as he saw his best friend staring at him, dressed in a yellow tux with black accents.

“Darius?” Kenji asked and turned. “Wha-What are you doing here?”

“He’s with me.” Brooklynn said and walked to his side in a matching glitzy gold dress.

Ever present were her fathers, Grayson in a high neck black and red lace backless dress. Her other father, a tall broad Afro-Latino man by the name of Jasper was in a matching tux with a red lace pocket square to match his husband’s dress. He pinned Kenji with too pale blue eyes. A few stands of his long brown hair has escaped his ponytail making him look more intimidating to the others.

Ben took a step back and Kenji immediately moved in front of him, making the couple blink in surprise, Grayson seeming to back off as Jasper curled his lip. Brooklynn placed a hand on his arm. “Sorry, could you guys sit down? I need a second.”

“Take your time, Babygirl.” Jasper crooned, southern accent thick and gravely. “But don’t be afraid to get us if need be.”

He glared at Kenji and placed a hand on Grayson’s shoulder.

“Come now, Love.” Grayson said softly, face softening as he looked at Ben. “Let them work it out. I want to see Candy and Kosei.”

Jasper nodded and Grayson took his arm, leading him to the other couple near the stage.

Kenji felt Ben relax beside him as Darius walked over.

“I meant to tell you.” He said.

“Dude…” Kenji made a face. “How long—"

“Kenji, can I talk to you?” Brooklynn interrupted.

“Um…” He looked at Ben who nodded, still looking a little shaken.

He quickly sidestepped Darius and walked with Brooklynn to an unoccupied corner.

“Brooklynn-”

“No.” She held up a perfectly manicured fingernail, snowflake designs over a polished French manicure.

She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, letting her walls fall and appearing flustered.

“I need to do this before I lose my nerve.” She said. “Are you gay?”

Kenji gave her a flat look and held his hands out to his outfit.

“Brooklynn, look at my vest.” Kenji said and huffed. “No. I just…I kinda always liked Ben.”

“Ben…he’s…The one you tied to the pole…” She said.

“We’re working through it.” He sighed.

“Okay. Okay.” She said and took a deep breath. “And don’t start apologizing. Please, I…I’m okay now and I’ve met a really sweet nerdy guy who you and also Ben apparently know.”

“Yeah…”

“Kenji!” She made a face and waved her hands. “This is so awkward!”

Kenji laughed. “Its okay. I get it. Brooklynn. I miss you-as a friend. And I’m…I want to be friends again if it’s okay.”

She took a deep breath through her nose and exhaled.

“Me too.” She made another face, hand going to fluff her high bun. “Another weird question but…I…Did you ever feel comfortable with…”

“I recently discovered I’m demisexual.”

“Oh, Kenji!” She gasped. “I’m so—”

“I consented Brooklynn, And I did feel…y’know. Me and you, we’re okay. And if it’s okay, I’d like to put that behind us. We’re obviously happy with our current partners and I really want you back in my life.”

She smiled and tilted her head from side to side. “Fiancé”

“What?! Oh my god, that’s awesome!” He said.

She held out her arms. “Friends?”

“Yes!” He said and hugged her. “Now. You need to be awkward with Ben. I love him and…”

“No, I don’t want to be.” She whined before she noticed his pause. “Kenji?”

“Oh my god…” He chuckled. “I…I love Ben.”

[something-tofightfor]

High Roller - 2

Pairing: Logan Delos x Reader (HCtS)

Word Count: 6843

Rating: M (language, mentions of sex)

Author’s Note: This has been done for a little while, but I wanted to take a break from Benjamin... and give you part 2 of Mr. and Mrs. Delos’ first wedding. Lots of set up, and a lot of VERY happy Logan ... as he should be. (sorry about that cliffhanger....)

Summary: You’re married to Logan and back in your hotel... how will you spend the rest of your first night as a married woman? 

“What do you want to drink?” She was speaking loudly into your ear, the sound of the people around you much louder than it had been when you’d left the hotel earlier that night. “The same thing, or-” You raised the glass to your lips, draining the remainder of the liquid from it and feeling the cubes clink against your teeth. Yeah, the same. 

 “Juliet, let me get th-”

 “No. You didn’t get a bachelorette party, so you’re certainly not buying your drinks on your…” She raised an eyebrow, lowering her voice to a whisper and mouthing the next words she said. “Wedding night.” You’d been Mrs. Logan Delos - legally and officially - for just under two hours, signing the marriage certificate and the guestbook at the chapel before taking photos with Logan, Juliet and Mark, but it was still sinking in. I’m married… we’re… he’s… “So what do you want?” You set your glass down on the small space between the slot machines, gesturing to it. 

 “Another one of those is fine, Juliet, but we can wait until the waitress comes back, she’s been wandering…” With a shake of her head, Juliet stood, tipping her chin toward the bar. “Thank you.” 

 “Be right back.” Juliet glanced over her shoulder at you as she walked away, but you’d already turned to look at the machine in front of you again, a small smile on your lips. After you’d finished at the chapel, the four of you had decided to head back to your hotel, this time taking the same car. Logan ditched his jacket in the room, and you’d switched out your new shoes for more comfortable ones while dropping off the bag Juliet had carried to the chapel for you, knowing that it would likely be a late night. Despite what everyone thought about Logan - and the way that the two of you were when you were around each other - it had been a simple decision to put off going back to the room together in order to celebrate. Even Juliet and Mark were surprised. 

 Two hours earlier 

 After signing the certificate, Logan pulled you by the hand back into the room you’d gotten ready in, shutting the door behind you and pushing you against it without saying a word. He kissed you again - hard - his body pressed against yours without space left between. “You did it.” He breathed the words, lips moving against yours and then sighed, swallowing and pulling back slightly. “I didn’t think… I didn’t ever want…” You knew what he was trying to say, but instead of replying to him you reached up, fingertips tracing over the curve of his cheek before going into his hair and tugging on it, the smile never disappearing. “Part of me believed that… that something would happen, that this wouldn’t…” He sighed again, forehead resting against yours. “But you can’t take it back now, and… no one can…” 

 “Logan, there’s nothing that would have stopped me in there.” You removed your hand from his head and wrapped both of your arms around him. “And I don’t want to take it back.” You knew he needed to hear you say it. He wasn’t shy about showing you how he felt, but words meant more to him than actions since his words were worth more than anything. “I love you, Lo. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I wasn’t going to follow through.” He pulled you away from the door by your upper arms, his long fingers running down them and then back up, curling around your shoulders. “What?” He was staring at you, dark eyes focused on your face, teeth biting into his lower lip. “Why are you looking at me l-”

 “Your dress. I’m glad you didn’t tell me about it, I…” He stepped further away, not letting go of you. “I got you a backless…” He remembered. You’d chosen the dress because the top was similar to the one that you’d been wearing in the airport when you’d left the Bahamas. Both had been backless and halter style, but the first one reached the floor and was multicolored, while the one you’d chosen from the Forum Shops was white and reached only to your knees. “Full circle, yeah?” You felt his fingers stroking the bare skin of your back as you agreed with him, turning your head to rest your cheek against his chest. “You realize we’re gonna have to have another wedding, right?” 

 “Yep.” You closed your eyes, focused on the way he was touching you, fingertips moving slowly against your spine. “Figured we’d have to do the big one in LA, let someone plan it and…” You sighed, realizing that without even being aware of it, you’d started to rock back and forth in his arms. “Give Logan Delos the wedding that he -”

 “This is what I wanted.” His voice low, Logan lowered his head, cheek against the top of yours. “This is all I wanted, and I got it. Whatever else happens… this is what matters.” You were both quiet, swaying back and forth gently. “But…” Logan stopped, saying your name. “I want you to have a real wedding, too. All your friends and family, the… the ceremony of it.”

 “That’s not important, Logan, I don’t need -” He laughed, tilting his head back. “What?”

 “You might not need it, but I know that it’ll mean a lot for the people that are important to you.” You were surprised by the tone of his voice. “And I want Em to…” Of course you do. “You’re a Delos, and… and people will be watchin’ you, and I don’t care what they think of me, but if…” He sighed, a deep sound - one of resignation that you knew he’d perfected over the years. “If people think you…” He raised his eyebrow, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “Whisked me away to Vegas and married me in secret, that there won’t be a real wedding, they’re going to make a lot of assumptions about you, and that’s unacceptable to me.” You weren’t surprised that he was protective of you; he’d been that way for the duration of your relationship, but you were surprised that for once, you wanted to agree with him right away. 

 “Alright, then. We��ll give them their wedding, Logan.” You nodded, taking a deep breath and feeling as he tightened his grip on you. “But before that… you’ve gotta give me tonight.” He agreed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “We gotta go take pictures, but what… what’s next, Lo?” Are we going back to the room? Are we going out? What does this mean? 

 “I can promise you,” he groaned, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “That when I get you back up into that room later, that you’re not leaving that bed until it’s time to go home tomorrow.” Your heart racing, you turned your head slightly, Logan catching the fullest part of your lower lip between his teeth. Oh, oh I… “But I think that before that happens, we should…” He dropped his hands to your waist, pulling you flush against him. “We should spend some time with Mark and Jules, thank them for coming out here and bein’ with us.” I agree. “We’ll go back to the hotel and figure it out from there, if that’s…”

 “There’s no rush, Logan.” You kissed him - just a quick one - and then pushed him away from you, reaching down to straighten your dress. “This is just night one.” 

 --- 

 You grinned to yourself as you reached up with your left hand, rings catching the lights from the other machines as you pushed the buttons to place your bet, taking a deep breath and pulling the lever. Gambling was something that you’d done occasionally prior to meeting Logan - weekend trips to Windsor and Niagara Falls, the Bahamas and even Las Vegas twice - but working for Delos had changed things for you drastically. Your salary increased, your opportunity for travel increased, and you’d gotten better at playing cards, thanks to Logan. While you still had a preference for the slot machines, you were more confident about sitting down at a table, too. Wonder how he’s doing. The reels stopped spinning, and as you leaned forward to place another bet, your mind wandered to your husband, who was somewhere off in the casino, sitting at a blackjack table with Mark. 

 The four of you had gone to the bar as soon as you hit the casino floor, doing a shot in celebration before splitting up; Logan and Mark heading for the table games, and you and Juliet opting for the slots. You’d gotten to know the woman almost as well as you knew your husband, and were thrilled to be her sister in law - and even more excited that she seemed to want you in the family just as much as her brother did. Juliet had many friends, you knew, but she’d accepted you in a way that you hadn’t expected. “Hey, you won!” Her voice interrupted your thoughts, and as you refocused on your machine, you saw that it was waiting for you to select a bonus screen. Shit, I didn’t… “I’m just in time.” She settled in to the empty seat next to you, handing you your drink, and after thanking her, you reached out with your free hand, pressing on the screen until you’d revealed the number of free spins you’d receive. 

 Ten minutes - and two hundred dollars won from the bonus - later, you cashed out, Juliet laughing with you as you stood and made your way to the table area. “I don’t want to interrupt him, Juliet, he’s -” 

 “It’s fine.” The two of you scanned the crowd, looking for the men you’d come with. “I stand with Mark while he plays all the time, Logan will be happy to see you.” I hope so. It didn’t take you long to find them; both men were seated and playing blackjack with a small crowd gathered and watching. Must be a good table. You and Juliet joined the group of people circling the table, and while you knew that she was focused on Mark, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Logan. 

 He’d pulled the jacket and his tie off before taking the elevator back down, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his dress shirt, and though his hair was still styled, it was a little less perfect than it had been, thanks to your wandering hands. He was focused on his cards, but you saw the smile on his face as he tapped on the table with two long fingers, the ring on his hand a stark contrast to his pale skin. He played three hands - and won two of them - while you watched, the stack of chips next to his right hand growing, but after the last hand was dealt, he glanced up and saw you, his eyes lighting up and the smile on his face growing. 

 Even though he didn’t wave you over or say anything to you, you grinned back at him, giving him a slight nod before he returned his attention to the cards. “You’re being stared at,” Juliet whispered the words into your ear, looping her arm through yours. “Girl in a green shirt, on Logan’s  left.” You waited a few seconds and then turned your gaze where Juliet directed, seeing a young blonde woman watching you. What? “She was staring at him, and then…” Juliet laughed, squeezing your elbow. “Then she saw him look at you.” That’s how it’s going to be, according to him. You thought back through your relationship, realizing that you’d grown almost immune to other people looking at Logan and vying for his attention. You saw it, but it didn’t bother you - and your eyes widened at your next realization. It hasn’t bothered me for a while. 

 Logan was attractive - almost painfully so - and you’d been his date to enough functions to know that no matter where he was or who he was with, people would stare - and some of them would even try to touch. But he doesn’t act on it. And he won’t. You watched the woman in the green, and without thinking, lifted your hand to tuck hair behind your ear, trying not to wince as you realized that subconsciously, you’d lifted your left hand, wanting her to see your rings. Don’t be that person, you don’t need to be. “We talked about this last night,” you told Juliet, lowering your hand. “Said ‘let ‘em look’ because that doesn’t matter, and we can’t stop anyone else, so…” You shrugged. “She can look at him all she wants, but I’m not … I’m not worried.” She was silent for a few seconds and then laughed, leaning her head against your shoulder. 

 “God, he got lucky with you.” Did he? “Even with what just happened tonight, most people would be livid that someone was staring at him like that, and you’re just…” She waved a hand in the air, shaking her head. “It’s great that you’re that way, and I’m sure he appreciates it, but …” Juliet said your name, her tone serious. “You’re going to have to remember that… people are gonna be watching you, especially when they…” Her eyes dropped for a second to your hand and then moved back up to your face. “You can’t let people assume that it’s indifference to what he does, because they’ll run with that.” Shit. “You’ll know what you’re feeling and why you’re acting the way you are, but they won’t, and believe me when I say that those rumors? Even when you know they aren’t true? They hurt.” 

 You’d met Juliet a few weeks after moving to California, freshly married to Mark and back from their honeymoon - the wedding had been two weeks before you’d gotten to LA, basically right after Logan had first called you. You’d been around to see the effects of the paparazzi on a ‘new’ relationship, especially where a Delos was concerned, but hadn’t really felt how ruthless they could be until after you and Logan had been photographed at a charity bar event together and the rumors started. It’s good advice. You told her as much, thanking her, and while you both went back to watching the two men, your mind wandered. The last thing you wanted was for the first few weeks of your marriage to Logan to be tainted with rumors, but you knew that every day you hid the truth from people, the worse it would be when things came out. But maybe they won’t find out until we … Even as you had the thought you rolled your eyes, knowing that there was no way to keep your wedding a secret. We’ll be lucky if we get out of Vegas with no one knowing. 

 “They’re standing up,” she murmured, pulling her arm from yours. “Must’ve gone on a cold streak.” Your eyes followed Logan as he stepped away from the table, rolling his shoulders back and glancing around at the crowd, the girl in the green stepping forward like she wanted to talk to him. But Logan didn’t even pause, circling around the table and walking straight for you while Mark made his way to Juliet, two people taking their seats immediately. That was quick. Logan reached you first, one arm winding around your waist as he grinned at you. 

 “You watchin’ me play?” I am. “See me win?” You nodded, waiting. “We’re gonna play poker after we get somethin’ to eat, but we’re going into the high limit room.” What? You’d been into the rooms previously, though only to watch other people gamble or throw a $100 bill into a machine and then leave a few minutes later when it was gone, but you knew that for Logan, the room meant something totally different. “C’mon. Made a reservation for Scarpetta, and now that we don’t have to come find you two, we’ll be early.” 

 “Wait, so you didn’t go cold?” You stared up at him and Logan shook his head no. “Logan, you didn’t have to get up, you could have kept playing.” He rolled his eyes, and as you stepped onto the escalator to ride up to where the restaurant was, Logan spoke again. 

 “It’s just a game, I can play any time.” He took your hand in his, fingers linking with yours. “Besides, you’ve gotta eat.” As you stepped onto the flat floor, he pulled you forward. “Believe me.” Oh, I do. The four of you made your way to the restaurant, and within a few minutes you were seated at one of the square tables, a large window overlooking the fountains right in front of you. As you looked over the menu, you felt your eyes widen at the prices, debating over whether or not to say anything about it. No, it’s not like… he’s just going to tell me to… “Hey.” Logan leaned in, kissing your cheek and then speaking directly into your ear. “I know that we didn’t need to come somewhere so nice, but it’s… a special occasion, and I wanted to at least make sure that …” He trailed off. “You’re gonna have to get used to this, Mrs. Delos.” He closed his teeth around your earlobe, biting gently before releasing it and sitting up straight, covering your hand with his on the tabletop. For you? I’ll do that, Lo. 

 --- 

 The meal was delicious, and even though you stuck to water - along with Logan - it still felt like a celebration. Despite his protests, Logan admitted defeat and let Mark and Juliet pay for the whole thing, the younger Delos pulling the check from her brother’s hand and shoving him back into his seat with her free one. “You shouldn’t be paying for anything today, Logan.” As she laid her platinum card down in the envelope, handing it back to the server, you glanced at Logan, seeing that he was running a thumb over the back of his ring finger, eyes focused on his hand. 

 “Lo?” You shifted in your chair, leaning over. “You alright?” He didn’t reply at first, finger still moving and then looked up at you, his eyes bright. 

 “Yes. Better than alright.” He reached over, fingers sliding back against your jaw and then wrapping around the back of your head, pulling you close. “Don’t worry about me.” He swallowed and then kissed you, lips landing against yours, the metal of his ring cool against the skin of the back of your neck. 

 “You know,” a voice interrupted you, laughter in it. “You guys have a room that’s only an elevator ride away.” You felt Logan groan, tightening his hold on you before he pulled back, releasing you and dropping his hand to the tabletop. “You guys can go upstairs, we’d understand, I -”

 “Juliet.” Logan cleared his throat, leaning forward and using his bent arm to prop his chin up on the table, one eyebrow raised. “My wife and I will go to our room when we’re ready.” She laughed at the use of the word ‘wife’ but otherwise didn’t interrupt. “But until then, I promised your husband that we’d go and see the Talon Club and spend obscene amounts of money at the poker table.” Your lips twitched, eyes moving back to Juliet, who was leaning back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. “You can play too, Juliet, I know how much you love-”

 “I haven’t played poker since the last time I was in the Mariposa, Logan.” Juliet’s long fingers ran through her curls, lips stretching into a grin. “And that damn Hector rode in and ruined the hottest streak of my life, even with fake money.” You heard him laugh at her reply, Logan leaning back in his chair, too, his arm going around your shoulders. “And anway, don’t you need an established line of credit to play in the high limit room? We don’t come here enough to -”

 “We stopped in before the car came to take us to the chapel.” Mark finally spoke, fingers drumming idly against the table. “Set ‘em up for all four of us, so that we can…” What? I can’t… You didn’t know exactly what the requirement was for the room, but you knew that your salary - although elevated - would have been nowhere near enough to support even a few hands at the table with Logan, Mark and Juliet. 

 “Lo, I can’t, that’s not…” You turned to him, expecting to see an annoyed look on his face, but instead you saw concern. “I don’t have the…” He sighed, eyes flicking to Juliet and then back to you. 

 “C’mere.” He stood and held out a hand to you, pulling you to your feet. “We’ll go talk for a minute.” Leaving Juliet and Mark at the table to wait for the check, you and Logan walked through the restaurant and back into the open area just outside, the noise of the crowd reaching your ears again. When you’d made it a few steps away, Logan gestured for you to sit down, dropping onto one of the cushioned benches next to you and pulling you close, your body pressed against his. “We’ve had this conversation before.” He said your name when you didn’t reply, and you turned your head to look at him. “I wanted this to be somethin’ that we could do together, with Juliet and Mark, and you can go into the club without the credit line, but you can’t play.” 

 What he was saying to you made sense, and you knew that he hadn’t done anything with malicious intent, but it struck you - again - how different your life was from Logan’s, how, even after years of being with him, the financial distance was still in the front of your mind. “I can’t take your money, Logan, I can’t be…”

 “Stop.” He swallowed, adjusting his position on the seat and taking your hand in his. “You’re going to have to get used to this, too, especially now. You might not want it, or need it or think that you can use it, but the money isn’t… I can make more money.” He squeezed your hand, scoffing. “I’m makin’ money just sitting here with you right now.” Logan paused. “There is absolutely no way that I could spend all of the money I’ve earned already… and I plan on workin’ for at least another fifteen years, so… you do the math.” You felt yourself smiling, the meaning of his words sinking in. “As soon as we get back to Los Angeles, we’ll be takin’ care of all the bullshit - getting you credit cards issued with your new last name on ‘em, adding you to my bank accounts, putting you on the deed to my place…” 

 “What?” You froze. “Logan, you don’t need to -”

 “No. I do.” He was quiet for a few seconds, watching the people move around on the landing. “You agreed to marry me, and whether this happens now or after the LA wedding, it’s going to happen. You’re a Delos. You’re my wife, and you should get used to havin’ whatever you want and need.” I already do. I’ve got you. “I trust you, and I trust you to be responsible with all of it, and it starts with you sittin’ next to me at that poker table tonight.” Unsure of how to answer him, you waited, thinking. 

 He knows I don’t care about the money, he knows I won’t… “I’m not very good at poker, Lo.” You finally replied, turning your head to stare at him. “But if I can use that on roulette or craps or even blackjack, I’m in.” 

 “Yeah?” You nodded and he did too, ginning at you. “You can use it anywhere in the hotel, but I -”

 “The few times we’ve been to the park, Logan, I haven’t exactly spent a lot of time playing cards.” He pressed his lips together, eyes full of amusement. “So before I start throwing your money around on a game that I -” But you were cut off by a camera flash, followed by someone loudly saying Logan’s name - and then yours. Shit. He only froze for a few seconds and then stood, pulling you to your feet in the same movement as he took his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and typing quickly with one thumb. “Logan, what -”

 “We’re going into the lounge.” He finished his message, phone disappearing back into his pocket as people moved closer to you, still repeating his name. “Need to get where they can’t, and no one’s allowed in the high limit rooms, no pictures in there, nothing…” He was murmuring to you as he took your hand - your left in his right - and pulled you in the direction of the escalator. “Down one floor and to the right.” Your heart was pounding, but Logan stayed calm, standing close to you as you descended, an arm around your waist, hand pressed flat against your abdomen. “They can’t follow us in there, but they’ll probably… some of them will…” He sighed, ducking his head down to kiss your shoulder. “They’ll wait. They’ll see what they got just now and…” 

 You’d known that the likelihood of getting out of Vegas with no one knowing that you’d gotten married was low, but you and Logan had been sitting on the bench for at least ten minutes, giving the assembled paparazzi plenty of time to photograph you, and you knew that with the way you were dressed, the pictures would be scrutinized even more closely. “They’re gonna see, Logan.” Though disappointed in your lack of privacy, you weren’t as upset as you thought you would have been. “Gonna know that you -” 

 “That I’m officially off the market?” You stepped off of the moving stairs, finding the sign for the Talon Club and heading for it, his hand rising to ruffle your hair - still tied loosely back. “That you finally made an honest man out of me?” At that, you stopped, not caring who could see, and turned back to Logan, both of your hands going to his face. 

 “You’ve always been honest, Logan, it’s just that too many people didn’t take the time to learn it for themselves.” He grinned at you and then surged forward, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you hard, lips giving way to teeth, though his hands didn’t wander from your back, and yours only dropped as far as his shoulders. “Love you, Lo.” You took a deep breath when he pulled away, exhaling as the two of you stepped the final few feet toward the entrance, flanked on both sides by lion statues on pedestals.

 “Love you, too.”

---

 Mark and Juliet made their way into the spacious room a few minutes later, both of them stopping at the bar to get drinks before heading to where you and Logan were standing, eyes on the doorway. “What the fuck was that?”Juliet spoke quietly, draining half of her drink in one long sip. “There were ten people out there with - “

 “They saw us sitting down, and they moved in, Jules. I already sent out an email to Marley, so he knows that…” Logan’s lip curled. “One fucking night, I just…” This is my fault. Wait, who’s Marley? 

 “Hotel security was already trying to escort them out, but it looked like a few of ‘em had room keys so who knows what’s going to happen.” Mark finally spoke, gesturing toward the door with one thumb. “Might as well just play for a while, and then we can worry about it when we leave.” Logan sighed, his arm around your waist, but he agreed. “Alright, what first?”

 The four of you saw the teller and got chips, the sheer amount of money you were holding in your hands enough to make you go cross-eyed, but as soon as you made your way back to the roulette table that Juliet chose, you forgot about everything else and focused on the game in front of you, the cream colored felt looking virtually new beneath the multicolored chips that you put down onto it.

 You played it conservative for a few turns of the wheel, placing a single chip onto the table and getting a feel for the game, but Logan and Juliet consistently made more expensive bets. Small stacks of chips were set down and swept off the table as the results came in, and though each of you won a few times, you could see how quickly your - Logan’s - money would disappear unless you started winning more often. Slow it down, you can just stand here with him, you… Logan said your name, drawing your attention, and you turned your head to look at him, feeling as the knuckles of his right hand moved up and down over the center of your back. “What’s wrong?” 

 “I’m just not used to betting this much, Logan, it -” He winked at you. “What?” 

 “Play. Have a good time. It’s your wedding night, don’t worry about what it costs.” He leaned in, the tick-tick-tick of the ball spinning within the wheel fading. “I’ve been tellin’ you for years this is how it’s going to be, and the sooner you get used to it, the better.” He leaned in, kissing you quickly, and though you tasted the scotch on his lips, you didn’t have a chance to savor it. “Make a bet. Pick a good number.” You glanced at the table, watching as Juliet made a fist, grinning as a stack of chips was thrust in her direction. “See? She’s winnin’, you can too.” 

 “Alright, Logan, But I’m paying you back -”

 “No.” He straightened up, not breaking eye contact, though the look in his was amusement instead of anger. “You’re not.”

 --- 

 By the time the four of you moved from the table and decided to play something else, you’d switched your strategy, recouping much of what you’d lost in the first half hour at the table. Logan wanted to play poker, and Mark and Juliet were more interested in Blackjack, so you split up, though since the room was relatively small, you were able to keep an eye on them even as you settled in next to your husband. There weren’t many other people in the room - no more than 30 in total - and you were surprised at how different the atmosphere was from that in the regular casino. Guess people don’t want to get rowdy when they’re losing thousands of dollars a hand. 

 You were more comfortable at the blackjack table than at roulette, and even Logan was impressed when after a few hands, you’d won consistently. “What, you didn’t think I -”

 “No.” He grinned at you, running one hand through his hair. “No, I knew you had it in you.” He spoke openly to the dealer and the other players at the table, laughing and joking with them between hands, but Logan never went more than a few minutes without touching you, a hand falling to your bare leg and squeezing, or his lips descending to land against your shoulder. “Having fun yet?” He leaned over, mouth close to your ear. “You ready to call it a night?” I am, but… “Wanna go back to the room?” 

 “The room will be there.” You lifted your hand, fingers raking gently through his beard. “I’m almost back to even, so -” Logan laughed, the sound turning into a groan as he sat back up straight, tongue poking out through his lips. 

 “Have you met my wife?” He put both elbows on the table, leaning in to speak to the dealer. “She’s impossible, turning down my -” What is he doing? 

 “ I wasn’t aware you were married, Mr. Delos.” The man behind the table looked between you, one eyebrow lifted. “Is this a recent change?” 

 “It is.” You spoke up, laying a hand on Logan’s bare forearm. “Just a few hours ago, actually.” 

 “Well congratulations to the two of you.” You grinned too, listening as the other players at the table chimed in. Guess this is getting talked about. “Is there anything we can get you?” Logan cleared his throat, drumming his fingertips on the table, the sound muffled by the felt. “Drinks? Something to eat? A -”

 “Actually, I’ve been wondering if it would be possible to get a private table?” Logan straightened up, and you pulled your hand away, grabbing another chip to place your bet for the next hand. “Poker, preferably. I see that there are some empty tables but I’d like to play a few hands with my sister and her husband before we go, and I didn’t have a chance to set that up tonight.” A private table? 

 The man dealt the cards, remaining quiet, and when it was Logan’s turn, you watched his cards - a Jack and a four, Logan tapping on the table to signal that he wanted another card. He’s going to bust. But you were wrong - it was a five of clubs - and he declined a fourth card, meaning it was your turn. I’ve got an ace. You grinned as you flipped the second one over, laying it out on the table and laughing. Blackjack. Logan squeezed your arm, and the dealer played his own hand, busting with 24, and spoke again as he began to collect the cards and pay the table out. “We can arrange that, Mr. Delos. It will take about twenty minutes to pull in a dealer and get the table set up, but there’s an area around the corner with some vacant ones, and we’d be more than happy to accommodate you.” Of course you would. 

 “Great.” He turned to look at you, winking. “Haven’t had a private poker table since the last time I was in Westworld.” 

 --

Twenty five minutes later, the four of you were sitting at a table with a female dealer, who was explaining the rules to you. “It’s fine.” Juliet leaned over, speaking quietly to you. “Since it’s a private game, the stakes are much lower. You’ll learn. And you know Logan’s tell, so it’ll be easier.” I do. It was subtle, but you’d seen it both in Westworld and during the games you played at home - the slight rise of his shoulder when he had a good hand or a good idea or a great tip. It was more of a twitch than anything, and when you’d called him out on it, he’d only laughed, telling you that there was nothing he could do about it, that it had been that way since he was a kid. I see it, Lo. See you. 

 Despite the rings on your fingers, the dealer was flirting with Logan, though she kept it more professional than you expected. She’s just trying to get a good tip, that’s all. He ignored it, the four of you playing hand after hand - Juliet more than willing to assist you, especially when her own hands were less  than ideal. Time passed, and though you didn’t know how much, you knew that you were having fun, your small stack of chips growing by the hand. I’m actually better than Mark. When it was time to cash out, all four of you stayed seated, making small talk with the dealer, who was still eyeing Logan, her gaze lingering on his face for longer than necessary. 

 “Typically, when you’ve finished playing, we’d ask you to leave the table so that others can join, but we’re kind of slow tonight.” She tilted her head to the side, lips pressed together, though they were still full. She’s flirting, she’s… unbelievable. “Feel free to stay on this side of the wall for as long as you’d like, but if anyone else wants the space, you’ll have to leave.” She continued to clear the table, packing the extra chips into a case and signaling for the guard that had been standing in the corner of the room to come and walk with her as she left. “But I don’t see that happening.” 

 “Thank you.” Logan glanced down, separating three chips - two yellows and a brown - from his stack and sliding them across the table toward her. “For takin’ such good care of us.” He’s giving her… Jesus. The woman picked the chips up and put them into her pocket, eyes wide as she stared at Logan. “Appreciate it.” We were here for barely an hour, and she… 

 “Oh, Mr. Delos.” She closed her eyes. “I -” The look in them when they opened was one of sheer gratitude, and you couldn’t help squeezing Logan’s hand, feeling your chest grow tight. He did say he can’t spend it all on himself. “Thank you.” She disappeared with the guard, and the four of you were left in the room by yourself, the faint sounds of laughter and conversation audible from the other side of the Talon Club. 

 “What did you give her, Logan? That was quite the reaction.” Juliet was still sitting, head propped up on the arm that was draped over the back of her chair. “Even though she was paying more attention to you that whole time than anyone else.” Logan laughed, shaking his head. 

 “Doesn’t matter. I’m in a good mood, and…” He shrugged. “She was good at her job.” You just gave her seven thousand dollars like it was nothing. “So.” He straightened up, gesturing to the table. “What next? Back downstairs? Slots? The bar? Walking the Strip?” Doesn’t he want to go back to the room? 

 “I think we’re going to call it a night, Logan, we’ve had a long day, and it’s already nearly one.” Juliet yawned. “And I’m sure the two of you want to -” She cleared her throat. “Head back to your room.” 

 “We will.” He shifted in his chair, and you felt his hand against your back again, this time settling at the base of your neck. “Soon.” What do you have planned, Lo? “But if you’re going to head back, that’s fine.” He waved his free hand. “Go. Leave us, and we’ll see you -”

 “Jesus, Logan, you’re so dramatic.” Juliet rolled her eyes as she stood, bending down to kiss you on the cheek, her hands squeezing your shoulders before she moved to her brother, who stood and wrapped his arms around her tightly before sitting back down. “Congratulations to both of you. I’m so happy for you two.” She stepped back, standing next to Mark. “We’ll see you at the airport, let us know when you want to leave.” Mark shook Logan’s hand, leaning in to hug you, and then they headed out, leaving you and Logan alone in the room. 

 “This isn’t the wedding night you’ve thought about your whole life, is it?” He spoke from behind you and you turned to face Logan, watching as he lifted his glass to his lips, draining the remaining liquid from it. “No real ceremony, no flowers, no family, no big dress.” So? “Why’d you agree to it?”

 “Because I’ve never thought about all of that when I thought of my wedding.” You closed your eyes. “No, wait. That’s a lie.” He laughed.”The dress is something that I’ve always pictured, but…” You traced one finger over the markings on the table. “None of it really matters, especially not with you, and not after all of the bullshit I went through the first time I was engaged.” It was your turn to shrug. “Would have married you in a pair of shorts next to your pool if that’s what you’d wanted, Lo.” 

 “I just wanted to hear you say it. Again.” He took a deep breath. “Stand up.” You did, watching as Logan rose from his chair too, pushing it backwards and out of the way. “This is the first time we’re really alone tonight.” He bit down on his lower lip, pausing. “What are we gonna do about that?” Alone? There are people right on the other side and there are cameras everywhere. “Hmm?” He wrapped his arms around you, head dropping down and lips finding the smooth skin of your neck. I… “Do you trust me?” Trust you? Of course I do. 

 “Mmmhmm.” You sighed, combing your fingers through his hair as his lips continued to move against your skin. “‘Course I do, Lo.” His hands were at your waist, both thumbs digging in as his teeth grazed your throat. “Logan, what are -” He pulled away, but only enough so that he could look at you, the same look in his eyes that had been there the first night you’d been together in Los Angeles. I’m in trouble. He leaned closer, and out of habit, you closed the final bit of distance between you, kissing him hard, gripping the soft strands of his hair between your curled fingers. Logan nipped at your lip, biting down as he backed off, his lips returning to your ear, breath warm. 

 “Sit on the table.” 

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[the-fiction-witch]

Behave yourself Benjamin

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet / Flirty

Concept Messy Apartment 

I fixed a stray piece of hair from my eye line as I stood on the grey concrete watching the green tiles around me until the silver train rocketed past with a clutter. Once the doors opened I crossed the yellow line and boarded the foul-smelling capsule of dust, rats and piss known as the new work subway. I stood as it wasn't exactly that far and even in this half-empty midday carriage some jerk found an excuse to stand inches from me rubbing his jeans up against my dress. I merely rolled my eyes and got off a stop earlier than I intended. I walked the grey streets past the iconic brick townhouses and the piles of trash bags. Listening to my heels clack on the stone sidewalk. I arrived at the usual Brooklyn street and immediately noticed the sweet little blue beetle parked up close to the sidewalk immediately also noticed the small bundle of parking tickets under the wiper blade. I rolled my eyes sliding out the bundle and flipping through them as I ran my hand down the car "you poor thing, he treats you so bad" 

I headed down the stairs to the lower levels trying to ignore the dirt and general foul smell the place had going down to the old metal door unlocking it and headed inside shutting the door behind me.

I slipped my jacket off hanging it on the hook beside the long black trench coat setting my bags down by the door.

Turning to see the inside.

"Fuck." I sighed

The small grey basement apartment was…honestly as I expected. 

An utter tip. Books and papers strewn about the place haphazardly, chess boards and paraphernalia lined all available surfaces, the old ottoman and leather chair the only available places to actually sit, the kitchen cluttered with takeaway coffee cups and even a half-open pizza box, water lingered ankle high in the living room bath and shower unable to drain and the light about the sinks mirror still on flickering for some odd reason.

 I caught myself in the mirror in my little black halter neck dress tight to my hips, and of course my heels, my hair well curled and make-up done noticing how out of place I looked here. 

I sighed and headed down the steps into the apartment setting the parking tickets on the table heading to the fridge opening it seeing nothing but empty racks, so I shut it again and peeked into the pizza box spotting two slices still within however they were blooming with mould like horrific flowers.

"Oh hell no" I sighed running my hands through my hair a moment before I snapped "Benjamin Wilhelm Watts!" I screamed at the top of my lungs 

And within seconds the forested glass door to his bedroom opened and stood in the doorway still holding the door was a half-awake Benny in his blue floral kimono and… only his kimono. For a second I thought to look away but I didn't care nothing I hadn't seen far too many times before. His hair was a messy bedhead sticking up wildly, face emotionless and barely awake, his chest bear with some sort of mess on his stomach, the small snail tail obvious as he was pretty much hairless everywhere else leading downward, he was half hard clearly unintentionally, barefoot and clearly struggling to keep himself upright.

He seemed perplexed by the yell that clearly arose him and even more confused by the sight of me

He clicked his fingers a couple of times before pointing at me 

"Today…. The day you were coming up?"

"Yes" I sighed resting my hands on my hips 

"Right." He nods "quick question, pants?" He asks pointing downward

"No" 

"Right" he nods "excuse me," he says before going into his bedroom to put a pair of jeans on before returning to the main apartment

I sighed and began making coffee as both he and I would be needing some 

"I knew it was you" he sighed as he came over eager for his coffee

"Umm? What tipped you off?" 

"You are the only person on earth who knows my middle name"

"I probably am. I like using it. Let's you know how much trouble you’re in" I smiled giving him his coffee and having my own 

"Oh, what have I done now?"

"Uhhh the pig's den, you're calling an apartment?"

"I've been away"

"Not an excuse"

"I've been working"

"Which stops you from throwing out week-old pizza?" I said letting him to peek into the box

"Ohh shit. Alright you may have a point"

"May?"

"You always do"

"You've been home long enough to get little one in trouble," I said picking up the parking tickets and handing them to him to flip through as I went to get my bags

And he rolled his eyes "you love that car more than you love me" 

"It doesn't constantly disappoint, stress, and overall cause my life to be difficult." I explained "you on the other hand," I said sitting my stuff by the chair 

He dumped the tickets and his now empty coffee cup on the counter before I could add anything else he grabbed my waist pulling me close to him so my arms had to sit against his chest our hips meeting as he wrapped his other arm around me too holding me close as he pulled a sad face at me "don't you love me, my little sugar bear?"

"Ummm. Most of the Time" 

"Most of the time? Well I love my little sugar bear all the time. Especially when she visits looking so pretty" he smirked moving his hips against my own

"Behave yourself Benjamin" I warn him 

"Make me" he smirked 

I smiled moving my arms up to be around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss he happily kissed back pulling me closer to him to give me a squeeze as our lips gilded so perfectly against one another his hair tickled me a little where it needed a trim till after a good while we pulled back "I missed you benny"

"I missed you more" he smiled giving my nose a kiss 

"I love you" I smiled nuzzling into his chest 

"Awww, I love you too" he smiled "of course, I love my little sugar bear" he smiled giving me another squeeze

"Why do you call me that?" I giggled

"Because your as sweet as sugar" he smiled kissing my head "and my cuddly teddy bear" he smiled

"Umm alright, don't let anyone hear you talking like that, they'll never believe your goth chess cowboy look again" I smiled 

"We’re all alone I'm allowed to be snuggly" 

I giggled pushing him away "now I am going to unpack my things. This apartment will be clean to a decent standard by the time I return"

"Or else what?"

"Or else you will not touch this body for the next four days"

"At all?"

"At all"

"Alright," he sighed "once it's clean and you've unpacked? Can we… lay on the bed and cuddle?"

"If you're good" I smiled heading into his little bedroom,

[sventhefjord]

Benny is all ready for the show tomorrow!

[ao3feed-mash]

The Halter Top

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by DarthAbby

Hawkeye's ripped shirt from "Plan B" gets a second chance.

Words: 2729, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Might Fuck Around & Create A Found Family Later, IDK

Fandoms: MASH (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: B. J. Hunnicutt, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan

Relationships: B. J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, B. J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce/Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan

Additional Tags: Penis In Vagina Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, honestly pretty vanilla sex all things considered

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dUik93