Jelly

Fandoms I am in: (will update.)

The Boys

Supernatural

The walking dead

Marvel

Resident Evil

Characters I will be writing for: (may update)

Soldier Boy/ Ben (mostly focused)

Dean Winchester (work in progress)

Leon s Kennedy (no fic ideas yet)

Luis Serra (no ideas yet)

Who I am still learning about/ who I want to write with: (will update)

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Billy (William) Butcher

Homelander (John)

Jill Valentine

Negan Smith

Kimiko (TB)

Things about me:

I’m very socially awkward, but I try to talk as much as I can. I love Jensen Ackles (obviously). I’m very slow with writing, but I really want to try and post when I can. My fics aren’t long because I’m not too good at adding details. Also I’m very socially awkward, and I apologize.

It was June first. You had already told Ben about your pronouns, all about pride month, he was… accepting. But he didn’t really understand it all.

He messed up your pronouns a LOT of the time. You did correct him and he’d curse himself before correcting himself.

He was sweet. Even if he really didn’t understand much. He still tried, and that’s what mattered.

But if anyone else fucked up your pronouns? They’d have HELL for it.

Like last week when you both when out for some dinner, it was one of those occasions where he remembered your pronouns, but the waiter you had accidentally called you by the gender you were born as, and Ben had snapped at them.

“They,” Ben had corrected, his voice sharp as he sent the waiter a glare,

“Excuse me?” The waiter looked at him, voice polite, confused, eyebrows furrowed as he held the notepad.

You looked a bit uncomfortable, only because you didn’t want Ben to slam the poor guys face into the table.

“They.” Ben corrected again, “they,” he points at you, “get their fuckin’ pronouns right before i shove this fork up your ass,”

“Ben,” you looked at him, trying not to get kicked out.

“Oh,” the waiter immediately apologized, “I am so sorry.”

“Get the fuck out of here, and get us our food,” Ben snapped and the waiter immediately dashed away to put in the order.

Yeah. It was very.. memorable to say the least.

So far he has been doing a great job with getting your pronoun right. And you couldn’t be more proud.

“Hey baby,”

Ben’s voice immediately cut through as he walked into the living room,

“Hey,” you tilt your head back to look at him, he plops down beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder to pull you to his side, he kisses your temple before he pulled back slightly.

“Been lookin’ up some shit, thought you might like this,”

He pulls out a small pin that was nonbinary colors, and you smiled,

“You actually did homework?” You muse as you take the pin, your thumb brushing over it.

Ben grunts, “I tried. If ya don’t fuckin’ like it I’ll burn it,”

“I love it.”

Ben blinks.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

Ben exhaled. Relieved? He would never admit that.

“Good..”

He grumbled before wrapping his arms around you again and pulling you against his chest.

“Can we fuck now?”

“Are you serious?”

“Maybe.”

“No.”

Ben huffs as he buried his face against the crook of your neck, beard scraping against your skin, you can feel the grin playing on his lips.

“..I’m glad ya like it.” He muttered against you, “sorry I don’t know shit about this. Back in my day there was none of this,” you chuckled

“Yeah, I know. You don’t need to apologize for that..” you turn your head to kiss his jaw. “I do really like it though.. and.. thank you for trying.”

He grunts softly and nuzzled against you.

You had been fixing your damn wall for the past couple of days. You could have called someone to help, but you decided to do it yourself. You were independent and didn’t need anyone to fix it for you.

You haven’t talked to Ben or Robbie in those couple of days, you were pretty upset that they fucked up your wall, but that wasn’t the main reason. It was mostly just because they decided to fight inside your house. Plus, you didn’t like them fighting over you.

Finally, you finished fixing your wall, now all you needed to do was paint over it..

Rolling up your sleeves, you got the paint. Luckily it was somewhat the same color as your wall..

Only a few minutes go by until you heard a knock on your door. Pausing, you set the bucket of paint down and walked over, maybe it was the extra paint you ordered? No, it wouldn’t be here til next week..

The door opens and surprisingly..

Ben was here. Standing there. A bit awkwardly. Hands in his pockets. He wasn’t wearing his suit, just.. casual clothes.

“Ben—“

“Before you try and kick me out, can you listen to what I have to say first?”

You paused, before letting out a quiet exhale.

“Alright.”

You step aside and allow him to come inside, his eyes drift to the wall and he rubs the back of his neck. Whoops.

“Uh.. sorry about that shit,”

He said, gesturing towards the wall. And you hum in response.

“I can pay for the paint job..” he trailed off before looking down at the paint bucket, his eyebrow slowly quirked, “you doing this shit yourself?”

You nod, arms crossed over your chest.

“Yeah. I am.”

Ben hums.

He doesn’t say anything, just exhaled through his nose as he stepped forward, grabbed the paintbrush, without asking permission he starts to paint over the damage.

You stare and sigh, knowing this was his way of saying “sorry.”

You walk over and lean against the wall beside the damage you fixed, leaning your head against the wall.

“That fight wasn’t necessary.” You say, “and the kiss.. that wasn’t necessary either.”

Ben grunts in response, he doesn’t look over at you, just focused on the wall. But you can see the way his jaw clenched. How his fingers flex against the paintbrush without asking permission each stroke.

There was a long moment of silence.

“Didn’t mean for it to get out of hand,” he said quietly. “Besides.. the fucker came at me first.”

“You’re the one who threw him through the wall.”

“Yeah, well he deserved it.”

You stare at him, and he sighed.

“Jesus, fuck.. I’m sorry, alright?”

You tilt your head. Not expecting the apology.

“I mean it.”

There’s another moment of silence. And you can see the hint of vulnerability in his eyes, he meant it. As much as he hated to admit it, he was sorry.

You exhale and nod slowly.

“Alright.. I half forgive you.”

“Half?”

“You still put a hole in my wall.”

He grunts, “Jesus.. you gonna hold that over my head forever?” He glanced over to you, and you nod without hesitation.

“Yeah.”

He huffs through his nose.

You two stay like that for a while. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, it was steady. And watching Ben do a simple task like painting a wall.. was oddly domestic. Despite his serious face, there was something in his posture that showed calmness. Like he enjoyed the small act of being in your presence and just.. being there. In your home.

You leave to the kitchen to get Ben a glass of water, leaving Ben watching your retreating figure.

He exhaled slowly, his shoulders no longer tensed, but relaxed. He wasn’t going to be some sappy fuck and tell you his feelings— no, he was a man. He didn’t need to say any of that shit.

But.. seeing you with Robbie the other day.. it made his chest feel tight. He hated that Robbie was in your space, giving you flowers.. it should be him doing that. But he was too proud to say or do any of it.

When you return back he gives you that sly smile, not a smirk, he always gives, his eyes squint, showing the wrinkles on the corner of his eyes, that cute little genuine smile.

“Here you go,”

“Thanks, doll..”

He reached for the glass, his fingers brush against yours, no gloves, rough skin against skin, rough from the countless battles, and so was yours.

He brings the glass up to his lips, eyes never straying from yours as he downs it within seconds. You smile softly as you lean against the wall again.

He sets the glass down, his mouth parts as he goes to speak,

“You ever think of settlin’ down?”

He asked, voice low and oddly intimate.

Ben? Asking that type of question?

You tilt your head, you’re half expecting him to laugh or say something mocking, but he’s serious. His eyebrows are furrowed as he studied your reaction.

“Uh..” after a moment of silence, you finally snapped back into it, “settling down?” You repeat, “love? A family? It’s.. hard to think about when our job is persistent.”

Ben hums quietly in response, his eyes still on you.

“But.. as for if I ever thought about it.. sure. I have.”

Ben doesn’t respond. But there’s an almost thoughtful look in his eyes.

“You?”

You asked, directing the question to him.

He exhaled through his nose, almost a huff.

“Yeah.”

You’re surprised he even answered at all. Or even said yes.

“Yeah?” You repeat.

He shrugs, his hold on the glass squeezed, fingers clenching.

“Yeah.. I want to be a better father than my old man was..” he trailed off, and that smirk came back into place, and you already knew he was going to say something outrageous..

“So if ya ever wanna be knocked up, just give me a call doll.”

And of course he would say that.

You roll your eyes and sigh.

“Couldn’t have a normal conversation, huh?”

“Nope. You know me doll.”

“Yeah, I do.”

About an hour passed,Ben had finished painting your wall, he insisted on doing all the work, and it was honestly so.. domestic. His sleeves were rolled up, paint on his forearm and hands, he looked… good. Not that you would admit that to his face..

“All done, doll.”

He placed the paint brush down and looked at his work like he was proud.

“Thank you,”

You replied with a smile, “I appreciate the help.”

He turned to you and stepped forward, standing in front of you.

“It was the least I can do, considering I’m the fucker who did it.” He replied, his eyes flickered to your lips for a moment before his hands reached up, cupping your cheek.

“You have paint on your hands.”

“I know.”

“It’s getting on me.”

“You can handle a little paint.”

You roll your eyes and you were about to give another retort, but Ben leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t like how he kissed you that other time, it was more.. gentle. Tamed. Dare you say tender?

He parts from your lips, and brushes his nose against yours,

“I know I’m a fuckin’ ass.” He said, his voice deep and gruff, “shit, this fuckin’ shit is difficult for me,” he huffs, his eyes lock on yours, “you ain’t treat me like some famous superhero, hell, you always put me in my damn place when I get too loud,”

“You’re loud most of the time,”

“You like it.”

“Yeah.. maybe I do.”

Ben grinned at that, and tilts his head to kiss you again, this time it’s more firm, more needy.

His hands roam over your sides, and he hums against your mouth, he backs you up against the wall, not the one he freshly painted, his hands roam up your sides, sliding over the curve of your back, one hand goes in your hair, fingers tangled. He deepened the kiss, tongue brushing against your lips to silently ask permission, and when you part your mouth, he doesn’t hesitate.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth, grunting against your lips, he feels you respond, your body slightly arching into his.

Then there’s a knock.

Twice.

Ben groans, and has to force himself to pull back, a string of saliva still connects you both, and you could see the way his eyes flickered twitched with annoyance.

“I’m gonna punch whoever is cockblocking me.”

His eyes roam over your face, seeing your flushed cheeks and heaving breath. And the fact that he is the one who did that to you? It gets him going.

“Shut up,” you said with a breathless laugh as you wipe your lips, Ben ducks down and kisses you again, hard and long before pulling back.

You shoot him a playful glare before walking towards the front door.

You’re not really surprised to see that it’s Robbie.

“Jesus.. the timing you have..”

You said under your breath.

Robbie gave an apologetic smile, he was also wearing casual clothes, not his hero outfit.

“Ben’s here.” He said, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, he is. Is that going to be a problem?” You asked,

Robbie shakes his head.

You nod and step aside, letting Robbie in.

Robbie and Ben immediately lock eyes, their jaws clenched. Robbie exhaled.

“Ben..” Robbie greets, awkwardly.

“Robbie.” Ben said, obviously not happy to see him.

The air in the room felt thick. The tension felt suffocating.

You clear your throat, Ben and Robbie snap out of their glaring contest.

“I’m sorry.” Robbie said to Ben. Ben’s jaw clenched and he was about to say something snappy, but you gave him a look.

Ben grunts, “yeah yeah..” he muttered under his breath, you give him another look and he huffs, “what? I don’t do the sorry bullshit..”

Your brow arched and he rolled his eyes.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ… sorry. Alright? Happy now?”

Robbie huffs, he wasn’t expecting anything grand. And he knew Ben didn’t really mean it.

“Yeah. Sure.” He said.

There was another stiff silence and you clapped.

“Alright. Now that it’s over, let’s uh.. forget about this?”

You’re not really sure what to say, but anything to break the silence..

Robbie clears his throat and smiles tightly at you.

“Yeah..”

Ben grunts in agreement.

“Still hate your ass,” Ben said,

“Me too.”

You sigh, but a hint of a smile forms on your lips. You’d rather their rivalry more than fist fights.

“You’re not good for her, you know.”

Robbie said, and you immediately go to tell him to stop, but Ben just chuckled,

“I know,” Ben agreed, but his smirk is wider than ever, “but at least I got to kiss her first.” He said, proudly. “With tongue.”

You immediately flush and slap Ben’s arm, not with your supe strength.

Robbie’s jaw twitched and he huffs out a bitter chuckle.

“Yeah? But I wonder who she would prefer kissing,”

Robbie immediately stepped forward, hands on your waist to tug you against his firm chest, his eyes lock with yours, his expression gentle, gaze soft as he gives you a soft, charming smile,

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while..”

He admitted softly as he dips his head down to press his mouth to yours, the kiss is soft, filled with years of yearning, patience and a lot of waiting.

His lips move against yours and you could hear Ben huff behind you, grumbling something about Robbie being needy and clingy.

Instead of throwing a punch? Ben steps behind you, hand landing on your hip as his other hand moves your hair to the side, he tilts his head down, pressing his lips against the back of your neck, your body stiffened for a brief moment, before melting against the both of them.

Your eyes closed, your hands are gripping Robbie’s shirt as you feel Ben’s lips trace up the back of your neck, kissing, nipping, sucking.

Your knees feel weak, Robbie parts from your lips to kiss the corner of your mouth, tracing down your jaw and pressing open mouth kisses down your skin.

You’re not sure who to call out to, Robbie’s name slips from your lips, followed with a quiet Ben, and they both groan from the soft breathlessness in your tone.

Ben lifts his head, hands both bow on your hips.

“I don’t like sharing,”

He muttered and Robbie lifts his head to look at him,

“Me either.”

There’s a thick silence before they exhale.

“We can make an exception this once.. we can fight about it later.”

You blink.

“Huh..?”

Ben grins.

“Think you can take us both, doll?”