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Ben (Soldier Boy) x Reader | The Boys

NOTES: one little tw for wrongfully presumed hearing loss (if that even counts). Ben is a sweetie in this. Just another sweet little silly to help with my funk

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You couldn’t figure out why Ben had been so weirdly gentle with you all week.

Not that he wasn’t normally soft in his own gruff, rough-handed way—but this was different. He kept kissing the top of your head. Kept calling you baby in that low, coaxing voice he usually reserved for when you were sick or hurting. He’d even started constantly brushing your hair behind your ears and looking at you with this tragic, adoring expression like you’d just told him you didn’t have long to live.

It finally clicked when he sat down next to you on the couch, nudged your shoulder, and said, almost shyly, “You know I don’t care, right?”

You blinked, pulling one of your AirPods out. “Care about what?”

“That your hearing’s goin’,” he said softly, eyes flicking toward the little white earbud in your hand. “I noticed you’ve been wearin’ those every day. Didn’t say anything ‘cause I figured maybe it embarrassed you. But you don’t gotta be embarrassed, baby. I still love you.”

You stared at him. “…Ben. These are AirPods.”

He looked at you, brows pulling together. “Yeah. For when your ears are… gettin’ worse.”

Your heart ached. You cupped his face, smiling helplessly. “They’re just Bluetooth headphones. For music.”

He blinked. Paused. “They’re not… hearing aids?”

“No.”

Silence.

He muttered a curse under his breath, rubbed a hand over his face, and then gave you a look that was equal parts grumpy and flustered. “Goddamn it. I’ve been treating you like you’re halfway to hospice over music.”

You burst out laughing. “That explains so much.”

“Don’t laugh,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “I was ready to start learnin’ sign language. Had a whole plan. I was gonna learn how to say ‘I love you’ with my fingers and everything.”

You climbed into his lap, arms winding around his neck, giggling into his shoulder. “You’re unbelievable.”

He held you a little tighter than usual. “Still love you either way, y’know. Even if your ears fall right the hell off.”

You kissed his cheek, still laughing. “Good to know. But maybe next time, just ask.”

“…Thought I was bein’ fuckin’ sensitive,” he muttered, nuzzling his head into your shoulder—but not before he pulled the other AirPod from your ear and threw it across the room.

and I’m talking amazing mood. He’s whistling some random song he heard on the radio, more smiley than usual, even cracks some jokes (?? Which he can still do that..?? The last shift he had, someone tried to joke with him like usual.. and he hit them with a blank stare. It was weird.) He’s light on his feet, quicker and more focused but.. also much more relaxed. he looks like he can finally breathe.

a TOTAL 180 from the last shift he had, where he was more short fused, agitated. For sure did not whistle.

sort of a dick too… and not the one he put inside yo—

anyway, as day shift gets ready to leave, they all blink at him, then at each other, then at him again. Someone groans, “god dammit, I knew I should’ve put my bet for sooner.” Money is passed around then, bets placed to the winners.

“told ya they were gonna jump his bones.. no one listens to me—!”

:( she’d be so cute!! in the beginning, wanda would be a little shy and hesitant when it comes to touching you, mainly because she feels like she’s gone so long without it and she’s still learning about what she would like to do with you. but when you start to initiate some soft intimate touches, only then, she gets bolder and realizes how much she loves that physical contact with you. in public she’s more subtle when it comes to pda, but she does try to have some sort of contact with you (like a hand on your thigh, or on the small of your back, holding hands, standing extra close to you, etc)

but she prefers to be alone with you, in her dorm room or yours, when she can pull you close without any interruptions. studying together in your rooms also often led to napping together, like when you’re lying down on her bed, facing each other with her arm over your frame, pulling you close to her chest so that she could feel your breath against her skin. you’d fall asleep first because ultimately, wanda likes to watch your face for a bit while you sleep, because she thinks you look so beautiful and peaceful. it makes her want to press gentle kisses all over your face as you sleep. then she’d carefully pull your head into the crook of her neck, listening and feeling you breathe softly against her. she’d fall asleep so fast :(

she also loves falling asleep on top of you. it’s got to be one of her favorites. her head would be resting right on your chest or snuggled up into your neck as you thread your hand into her hair, softly massaging her scalp. she loves it when your hand is softly running through her hair while her arms would be wrapped around you so tightly, clinging to you so that you wouldn’t be able to move away. she would groan and whine if you move too much and hold you tighter to keep you still.

college!wanda is very much a little cuddle bug.

note: didn’t know if this was a request so here is a little blurb i hope you enjoy!!

Synopsis - "Tired?" "Mhm."

Warnings! - Literally nothing, it's short and sweet

A/N - The edit I saw made me want to write about gamer bf Matt soooo, here you go!

I sigh and place my phone down in front of me, turning to look at Matt again, who's parked at his desk playing some game his chat told him to play.

I sit up in his bed, still out of frame though, and turn fully around to look at him.

I think about it for a second before I stand up and walk to stand next to him.

"Oh, hey babe."

I hum and lift his arm up, carefully sliding into his lap and draping my legs over the arm of the chair and resting my head on his shoulder.

He just goes back to playing the game, although adjusting himself so he can play around me.

He leans his head on mine while he plays, and I start to feel my eye lids get heavy.

"Tired?"

"Mhm." I nod my head and wrap one arm around his torso, holding myself closer to him.

He presses a kiss to the top of my head and goes back to playing, humming quietly as he does so, occasionally talking to the chat, the vibrations from his chest lulling me to sleep.

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AND WE ARE BACK!!

This is JESTY. This weirdo was around when the dark star was first discovered (which was a LONG while ago), and was destined to return when it unleashed to aid in the apocalypse. But as we know, that didn’t exactly happen. Woopsie.

I shall be making more reference’s before I draw the actual comics but for now, have lore!!

The night felt colder than usual. Of course, fawful couldn’t really tell. He hadn’t felt anything in-…how long did that thing say? Months? It couldn’t have been, he felt like he had just battled (and failed) against the damn plumbers. Then again, the void made time feel sticky, fast yet slow at the same time. And when he had finally dragged himself out to odd flickering light, despite the howls and screeching of that damned star around him about him “betraying it” (ironic) and snatching it- he had awoken in the cold night air, not even being able to scream from his nerves growing back as he had to remember how to breathe. Being alive was so painful, he didn’t even know what was happening to his own form. It stung to breathe, his legs felt like he never walked on them, in short his being was regrowing. But, how?

And now he was being carried. Whatever this…thing was, he wasn’t fully aware what it was due to his vision still being rather blurry, had picked him up like a ragdoll and was shuffling across the…snow? Wasn’t it summer last he was here? And what was here anyway? The ringing had subsided for now, and he heard the things muttering.

“-can’t have it all now can we. Thought it would..work out. Was soooooo excited to find out the dark energy had been released, thought D.S was back and it’s just- a dumb host. I can..” it’s voice sounded like it was echoing and shifting, not at all coming from its mouth. “I can work with this. Not like it’s fully gone.” Its eyes flicked down, and fawful stared back at them, he couldn’t escape at the moment considering every movement felt like fire ants dancing through his currently growing veins.

“Hello starshine! Can I call you starshine? Well I’m calling you that.” It warbled, floating along, claws dug deep into the beanish’s broken form. “Who…” fawful managed to muster out, feeling like his vocal cords had been pulled like taffy. The clown- well, IT grinned down. “Awww your voice grew back! Such a silly little newborn star!” It held them up in front of them as easily as hoisting a bag of grapes. It’s form was shimmering, not solid at all. Like a pool of dancing stars and clouds, twinkling underneath a hood.

“Well, I’m not a who. I’m a what. No name.” It snickered, shaking them like a toy. To which fawful let out a pained noise, feeling a searing agony of muscle rubbing against the others grip that still hadn’t grown skin. It simply laughed at this. He grumbled, muttering. “Jest…” and that was all he got out, before painful coughs wracked his form. He was promptly tucked back into their claws as the being floated along.

“Jesty…I’ll take it! So nice starshine, naming your new partner! So! Where we headed?” Fawful didn’t reply, either because he couldn’t or he simply didn’t want to anymore. Maybe he could just, rest for a second. “Hey there’s some, mushroom headed guys around, let’s-“ and memories finally slammed into the beanish. Where he was, rather bowser was, at the final battle.

He’s in the mushroom kingdom.

Mario’s damn doorstep.

He flailed in the claws grip, reaching a melty hand up and grasping the cloak, gasping words despite the pain. Jesty looked down, their hat bobble gently smacking the other in the face. “Oh you don’t like it here?” Fawful shook his head quickly, trying to force themselves away from the creature. But it just held on tighter, magic swirling around it.

“Then we’ll move! Let’s see..I haven’t been in this universe in a while. Eeny meeny…” fawful let his head fall, exhaustion from the burst of energy had caught up to him, vision blackening again. A singsongy voice chimed happily before he passed out.

Oooh I do like this one. Modern Pero is very fun!

Alright. So you and Pero already know each other, although you know each other through his best friend William. You and William used to date. Used to. Things happened, and things fell apart.

Which was a good thing in a way, because Pero had realized that he was intensely jealous of the two of you. He wanted what William had. But he'd bitten his tongue and kept to himself, because he valued his friendship.

But when things fell apart? When you and William broke up, less than amicably? Well. He decided to play both sides, as it were.

He let William rant to him. And he snatched you up as soon as he could.

He wasn't risking anyone else getting their grubby hands on you.

He knew it would only be a matter of time before William found out. Pero Tovar was not a dumb man. He had made poor choices, certainly, but he was not an idiot. So he treasured time with you while he could.

And when it all blew up, when William's temper boiled over, Pero stepped between you and danger without a second thought. He had long since accepted that he would protect you from anything.