#benmason

Three strikes Ben Mason x Reader Summary: Y/n was with the 2nd Massachusetts from the beginning on. When Ben came to them, they quickly became friends. Within time Ben makes mistakes, and after Maggie having her spikes inserted Ben made his 3rd strike and Y/n showed no more mercy. Words: 2345 Warnings: swearing, spoilers A/N: inspired by the song ‘three strikes’ by Terror Jr. gif credit to owner A strike in baseball results when a batter swings at and misses a pitch, does not swing at a pitch in the strike zone or hits a foul ball that is not caught. A batter is out when he get 3 strikes. It was a game. It was just a game to him and he had just made his 3rd strike. Game over. Strike number one was Maggie. It wasn´t like Y/N hated her, actually the girls went along quite well. But after Maggie had her spikes inserted, something changed. Y/n was with the 2nd Massachusetts from the beginning on, but she was a no one. They saw in her a little girl, who couldn´t protect herself. And so they stopped seeing her and she became invisible. Not for Ben, he stayed with her, star-gazing and talking all night long about things they missed. He laughed with her, when they made small jokes to lift the mood. And he fought with her, not allowing her to leave his sight for any second and having her back at any time. But the moment Maggie got her spikes, he stopped doing all of that. She didn´t blame Maggie for it, not even the spikes. It was his decision. Then his second strike. Ben had stopped talking to her. They had shared their most private and inner thoughts, worries and dreams. After Maggie, she would have taken an apology from him. But he didn´t apologize, heck he just acted like nothing happened. She didn´t care about his new feelings for Maggie, she cared that he didn´t tell her about his feelings and she had to find about it indirectly. And now his last strike. Underestimating her. Y/N still looked at him shocked. Since Ben had been the only one talking to her before, she had been alone since strike one. To distract herself she often went to train, her newest training tool were daggers. And like she knew it would happen, someday Ben would catch her training. “Y/N what are doing here?” He asked surprised, but not in a good way. Y/n didn´t turn around and kept her back to him. She spun the dagger in her hand, aiming it at the next target. She wound up, but Ben suddenly grabbed her wrist. His hand fit around her whole wrist and he applied a strong pressure, strong enough to leave bruises. “Ouh! Ben! What are you doing?” With his other free hand, he grabbed the dagger. “You cannot just train here! And especially not alone!” He explained, getting louder and gripping harder around her wrist at each word. “Ben, you´re hurting me!” He didn´t listen, he never did. Maggie was behind him. Y/N hadn´t realized she was there, but now even she tried to calm him down. “Ben…” She started off, but he didn´t let her talk. „You know you can´t train in here, we need this room.” “What?! And I am not allowed to train? Am I not strong enough? Or is it because I don´t have spikes?!” He yanked her nearer to him and lowered his voice. “No because you are and always be useless.” Game over, asshole. Rage rose in and there was no more getting back. She twisted her hand, to free herself from his grip. Then she spun around and her foot kicked his head down to the ground. In the next second she aimed a gun at him. Maggie stepped back, both surprised and afraid. She knew she couldn´t calm Y/n down. Ben looked up at her, surprised. “If you ever touch or talk to me ever again, Benjamin Mason, I´m gonna shoot that bullet right through your damn head.” Never had Ben or anybody from Charleston seen her like that. But the times of the little girl were over. It was time showing them her real face. With quick steps she left the room, letting Ben lay on the dirty floor. Her feet made quick steps through the halls and when she left the underground system, Maggie and Ben and Tom followed her. Y/N had walked past Tom, who had seen her anger and when he saw Maggie and Ben, he followed her as well. When they arrived overhead, Y/N was already at the vehicles. One of the Berserkers was watching them, making sure no one would just steal a car, but Y/n had a plan. The last feet before the watch, she started sprinting and when the man realized she was about to attack him, it was too late for him. She slid through his legs, jumped off the ground and gave him a blow to the jaw, which made him faint. Rule number one: don’t mess with a girl that knows how to fight. “Y/N! What are you doing?” Tom screamed over to her, which caused even more people to stare at her. Y/N didn´t even thing about answering, jumped instead on a motorcycle and started the motor. A car had just gotten through the gates and they were about to close, but the men closing them looked too surprised at shocked to even think about closing the gates. Especially when they saw that the girl on the bike didn´t slow down the speed and instead stepped even harder on the gas. In the last second Y/n drove through the gates and left Charleston. About a week later, she was still missing. The first few days there were search party’s, but rule number two said if a girl doesn´t want to be found, you won´t find her. The week was a busy week, most people didn´t even think about Y/N by the end of it anymore. Tom was still worried, but he needed to protect Charleston, he couldn´t waste his thoughts on trying to find a girl that didn´t want to be found. Most of the people thought like that, not Ben. Neither his family, nor anyone else in this world had seen him like that. He was the terrible. He didn´t talk, he didn´t eat, he didn´t sleep. All he could was think about her and the things he had done wrong. On Saturday evening Maggie, who was feeling all of Bens emotions, was done. She could feel his inner fight and she could see his feelings for Y/n. She saw that Ben loved that girl and she knew that there was a potential chance of never seeing her again. Maggie had decided to take her spikes out and Anne was way more comfortable taking them out than inserting them. The night from Saturday to Sunday was the worst. Ben didn´t sleep and everybody could hear his screams all night long. He stood on one of the broken buildings, screaming out all his pain. Around 5 a.m. Tom climbed on that building and embraced his son. While lying in his arms, Ben cried. “I´m so sorry Dad.” He repeated all over again. And every time Tom would whisper: “It´s okay.” “What if she´ll never come back? What if I never see her again? I could never apologize!” “She will, Ben. She will.” Ben looked at his father. “How do you know?” Tom just smiled at his son. “Dad?” “Hm?” “I think I love her.” Tom didn´t answer. Of course, he knew about his sons feelings and he knew if Y/n had the same feelings, she would forgive him. Tom and Ben feel asleep around 6p.m. Both having a restless sleep. At 6.30 screams woke them up. The screams woke up most people at Charleston but no one could figure out from where they came from or who screamed. But it didn´t take them long to find out. The gates opened and through them stepped a girl. Scratches and bruises made her seem dirty, like she had never seen a shower before. Her clothes were ripped and had blood stains all over them. Her hair was greasy and put in a messy ponytail. Her face was strained and her eyes focused on the ground in front of her. She looked down and every step she took, took all her energy and power. From the dark circles under her eyes you could see the sleepless nights she had gotten through. And her clenched teeth showed how much it took her to did what she had done. Her hands held a rope tight from her shoulder. The rope led to the ground behind her, where different knots formed a net. In the net there was an alien, not just any alien; an Espheni. One of the Overloads himself. The alien was full of blood and you barely could tell that it once was a full Espheni, because it was so badly hit. Sure the people of Charleston had killed one or two of them, but only in big groups of men and with heavy weapons. Now there was a teenage girl dragging one of them behind. She didn´t look at any of the people until she stopped a few foot away from Tom, Ben, Hal, Maggie, Anne, Colonel Weaver and some other soldiers. The yard was dead silence, everything you could hear was Y/n´s heavy breaths. She dropped the rope and finally looked at someone. First, she stared at Ben, then directly at Tom. Then she turned around, opened the net and took out the head of the Espheni. She held the head high in the air and then screamed. “I am not letting them take my home. They think humans are weak. They think I`m weak. And if anybody ever again underestimates me their head will be next!” She screamed while turning in a circle so everybody could see the head and the anger in her face. The last sentences Y/N said while looking directly at Ben. Then she dropped the head on the ground, which made a dull sound. Y/n made her way through the Mason family and the walked to the showers. After starring at the dead Overlord for some minutes, Ben quickly followed her. He now had the chance to apologize, and he would take his chance. When he entered the Common Bathroom without knocking, which was a pretty stupid idea, he stopped. Y/N stood there in her underwear and the bruised and cuts on her body. Her hair was now open and framed her dirty face. “You have two minutes.” “I am sorry, but I know just apologizing won´t work and I know I was a dick. Because you were there for me. You were there for me when no one wanted to talk to me because they were afraid. You were there for me when I wanted to jump off buildings in the middle of the night, even though you were tired and wanted to sleep. You were there for me when Karen tricked me into freeing her. You were there for all the time when I needed you and when you needed me the most, I left. And I know that leaving you is unforgivable and I can only imagine how you felt, when the only person you had left and trusted, hurt you the most. I don´t know if you can ever trust me again or if our friendship is ruined forever, but for me you were always more than a friend. Those nights on the roof I wanted you there not to watch me, but because we were alone. And you don´t know this, but how often did I held back the urge to kiss you and tell you that everything will be alright and how much I love you. You sat there staring at the stars not knowing in how much pain you put me in, while doing nothing else than just being next to me. But you saw me as a friend and I didn´t want to ruin that, so I kept my mouth shut. Then Maggie got hurt and I wanted to save her, because she is my friend. So, she got my spikes inserted and suddenly all the feelings I had for you, I had for her. I hated me for that and I stopped talking to you, because I could barely look in to your eyes. Next you were training, I freaked out and said things I shouldn´t have said. After all I still tried or at least wanted to protect you, but you didn´t need me and…” “Time is up.” Ben wanted to talk back but Y/n held up her hand, showing him that it was useless. “You are right. I never needed you to protect me. But do you think that I just taught myself to fight like that in a few weeks? No of course not. I trained my whole life. My dad was a Navy Seal, my mom had worked for an Russian secret service. This whole time where you were protecting me, I stayed with you, because you were my friend.” “Were?” She sighed. “Ben look, I don´t think we can be friends anymore. Not like we were.” Y/n took a break, but then kept talking. “Maybe we just need to build a new friendship, but it won´t be the same.” Ben took a step forward. “But Y/N I swear I will try everything!” “It won´t be the same because we might end up being more than just friends.” She smiled and for the first time in weeks, they both smiled at each other… Months later… “Once upon a time there was a place called America… But now going forward because before we were countries, we were human beings. Despite the horror, the loss, the death. The war might had made us even better beings, because we discovered; we are not alone!” Y/n looked to her right were Ben was standing. Next to him Colonel Weaver, then Tom on a pedestal. On the other side Maggie and Hal, Anne and Matt. The crowd was cheering and Y/N smiled, unable to keep a straight face. The occasion was just too happy to not smile. Ben leaned down to her to whisper in Y/N´s ear.” What do you think?” She grinned at him. “Homerun.”

“Make your life a masterpiece; imagine no limitations on what you can be, have or do.”

Benjamin Mason is thirty-six years old. He/Him is employed as a Debate Teacher and Baseball coach at Serenity High and little league baseball for Serenity YMCA. 

☆ PAST

Benjamin Mason was born in Denver, Colorado to a famous baseball father and an actress mother. From birth he was given the golden spoon and had the best of life, never wanting for a thing. Being the only child kind of made it that way. In his mother’s eyes he could do no wrong, not that Benjamin thought about disappointing anyone. He’d always had this charming air around him, always wanting to help those in need. At the tender age of five he fell into baseball, a story that his father liked to tell his wealthy friends because his son would follow in his footsteps. They were baseball royalty after all. Starting from a little league level, he played all throughout junior and senior high, much to his father’s insistence and gratification. But Ben loved the game naturally, he even lived for it. During his senior year of high school, he was offered a full scholarship to the University of North Carolina, the number one school for baseball in the country. Ben jumped on the opportunity because he wanted to show not only his father but the world that he could stand on his own two feet. He was a natural with the bat and soon he was offered a professional contract by the Boston Red Sox. Wanting to finish his bachelor’s in sports management he deferred until after he graduated.

Living in Boston was a great experience for Ben, he met many great people and excelled at his professional baseball career. No longer did his father’s career overshadow his. He was a household name and greatly respected in the field of baseball. People knew him for his strong arm and not for being the son of baseball legend, Gregory Mason. He was twenty-four when he carried the Red Sox to victory winning his first World Series and met Cassandra Phillips, the woman he would later marry. Living at the height of his career and finding someone to stand by his side was all Ben could ever really ask for. The following year, after selling his brownstone in Boston he signed a contract with the Yankee’s, the team his father had played for. It was not only an accomplishment for his father but for Ben as well. This had been his dream after all. The summer of that year he married Cassandra and the pair moved to New York where he began training. Everything seemed right with Cassandra and he saw himself even having kids one day with her and buying a family home in the South after he’d retired from baseball.

Twenty-nine was an eventful year for Ben because he lost almost everything. He found out that Cassandra was cheating on him and at first he was willing to forgive her but she wasn’t exactly on board with his plan of reconciliation. She wanted out of their marriage because according to her his first love was baseball and it would always be baseball. Heartbroken, Ben gave her what she wanted and that was a divorce. That season the Yankees didn’t make it to the World Cup. It wasn’t until he was thirty-one that he would move on to win his last and final World series. He’d decided the previous year that he would retire when he’d thrown out his arms in one of the games. Staying true to his promise, he played one more season for the team he’d loved so greatly before walking away from it all. His father wasn’t happy about this decision but Ben didn’t really care. He no longer found joy in playing baseball and wanted to try different things, explore the world as a regular citizen. For a while he appeared on an ESPN show as a sports commentator. During the next two years, he took over coaching a high school baseball team in upstate New York in which he found he liked way more than being a commentator on television. But there was still that dream of a family and a nice southern ranch home in the back of his mind. Three more years would pass until he got an offer he really didn’t want to turn down. It was an offer to teach at a high school in Serenity and be the baseball coach. Something clicked inside of him upon receiving this offer from one of the top members in the booster club and he accepted not long after.

☆ PRESENT

Selling his brownstone, he asked his realtor to look for a southern style ranch. He’d lived a thousand lives being a star baseball player and now he simply wanted to settle down, maybe find a woman he could start a family with. Within a few months, his realtor found him the perfect ranch style property and Ben simply made an offer without seeing a single room. He believed in fate and this had to be fate, right? Packing up his moving truck, he made his way down to Serenity, the charming town he’d heard so many good things about. Upon arrival he’d fallen in love with not only the place but the people and their families. This was a place he could see himself settling down at. It reminded him of the four years he spent in North Carolina. That summer he started working with the little league baseball team at the YMCA and the baseball team at Serenity High.

Not the End of Us. (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/gqlKYD3ROB Ben Mason is a survivor , the second son of Tom Mason, the most important person in this whole revolution against the aliens. Ben is angry, and his planning his own revenge for making him suffer through the harness, but not everything was on his plans... at least she wasn't. He saved her, the same way she saved him. ***Fanfiction about Ben Mason, the character from Falling skies, this whole story is around him, so the story is different from the show, however it will have connections.***