Ben not understanding modern technology (blurb)
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
MASTERLIST
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.
















