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Fire and Kindling

Request: “modern au where reader and ben are always bickering whenever they see each other and then one day a fire breaks out in chemistry class and when ben notices reader isn’t in the field he runs back in for her bc he’s a fucking softie who fell for her but didn’t want to admit it to himself so he’d just fight with her omg”

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Word Count: 3k

A smile plastered itself onto your lips, the 100 jumping off your laptop screen and straight to your ego. You had worked hard for that mark, and now that you knew what your final score was for Chemistry, you were filled with relief and a sense of triumph that had been trailing you all throughout the year. The skies automatically seemed clearer, the bell chiming sounding like heavenly choirs singing. Your results for all your classes had been progressively released during the day, this week being one of concluding and saying your final goodbyes to your AP subjects. The last week of your last year, and nothing could bring down your elated mood.

Well, everything apart from the nightmare dressed in a black leather jacket and a crooked smile, waltzing down the hallway with his bag lazily strung over his shoulder. Ben Solo had been hit with a major growth spurt last year, and ever since, he was a block of solid mass. You thanked whatever gods out there that he didn’t like picking on you in any way other than verbal. You promptly twirled on your heel, eager to escape his looming presence until your eventual meeting in Chemistry. But of course he had to step in front of you, his arm now resting against your locker, cornering you.

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Very Much (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 2309

Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, I think that’s about it

Summary: Y/N and Ben worked on Pitch Perfect together, and consequently fell in love with each other. Unfortunately, neither of them knew, and all it takes is Will Connolly and some slight jealousy to unearth those feelings.

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: Here it is for the anons who requested this plot!

Hey Y/N!“ Ben shouted, waving at me aggressively. I chuckled and waved back, watching the smile on his face widen.

"Hey Ben! What’s up?” I called back, walking over towards him. Ben took out his phone and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just… look at this.” Ben said, passing me his phone. I rolled my eyes and looked down at the screen, gasping when I saw what he pulled up.

“You’re kidding.” I muttered and Ben shook his head, pointing at the screen.

“They released it this morning. Naturally, I bought it first thing.” Ben said and I laughed in disbelief.

“Dude. We have to listen to this. This is the Book of Mormon cast recording.” I said and Ben nodded eagerly, taking his phone back.

“Maybe we can get Skylar as well. He’ll probably be into this.” Ben said, shoving his phone back in his pocket.

“The man was literally in the OBC of Spring Awakening. He’ll be into this.” I said and Ben chuckled, nodding aggressively.

“Then let’s go get our boy.” Ben said, throwing an arm around my shoulders. I felt my cheeks heat up at the contact, but I smiled to myself.

I shook my head slightly, trying to shake away the memory. I still had a
slight crush on Ben, and sometimes I would just randomly think about him.

I rolled my eyes, pressing play on my music. I chuckled slightly as the opening notes to I Love Play Rehearsal flooded my headphones.

It was strange hearing my own voice on a recording, but I kept the song on as I walked into the building where the read through was happening.

My agent had sent me a call telling me that there was this new Pasek and Paul project that was doing a reading, and they specifically requested me.

“Hello hello!” I called, noticing a few familiar faces turn my way as I entered.

“It’s Y/N!” Justin said, getting up and pulling me into a hug. I chuckled and hugged him back, taking my headphones out.

“Hey Justin. How are you?” I said once he’d let go of me. Justin smiled and gestured for me to sit down.

“I’m good, I’m good. I’m glad you could make it.” Justin said as I sat down and I smiled widely at him.

“So am I. I’ll have to be back in Jersey for tonight’s show though.” I said and Justin chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

“How is it working with Iconis?” Justin asked and I went to respond, but I heard another voice. An all too familiar voice.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” I stood up and saw Ben Platt standing there, a shocked look on his face.

He was definitely taller than the last time I’d seen him, and he’d gotten a haircut as well.

“I, um, hi.” I stammered, feeling my cheeks heat up. Ben chuckled and stretched out his arms, pulling me into a tight hug.

“It’s been so long! How are you? I heard that you’re in a show over in Jersey now.” Ben said after he broke the hug.

“I’m doing pretty well, and I am in a show in Jersey. I’m playing Christine Canigula in Be More Chill. It’s actually really fun.” I said and Ben smiled widely, running a hand through his hair.

“That’s awesome. I was actually in the Book of Mormon recently. And by recently I mean my last performance was last night.” Ben said and I gasped, my jaw dropping low.

“Oh my god! That’s incredible! I remember the day the cast recording came out. We were working on a Pitch Perfect.” I said and Ben’s eyes widened, a smile crossing his face.

“That’s right! We totally freaked out.” Ben said, a nostalgic look crossing his face.

“Looks like you two finally got reintroduced.” Justin said and we both turned around to face him.

“I guess.” Ben muttered, scratching the back of his neck. Justin rolled his eyes before passing the both of us a script.

“Here you go. This is what we’ve got so far. Have a quick flick through.” Justin said, before walking off to go talk to a tall guy with long hair who’d just walked in.

I chuckled when I saw the character list, noticing that the name Zoe Murphy had been highlighted, and Y/N!! was written next to it.

“Looks like I’m Zoe.” I said to Ben pointing to my script. Ben glanced over and chuckled, before showing me his script. The same thing had been done, except it was to the name Evan Hansen.

Soon the entire prospective cast had arrived, and we read through the script together. It flowed surprisingly well for something that wasn’t complete yet, and I found myself in love with it.

This reading was followed up with a few more, and before we knew it we were doing our first previews in DC.

“Yo Y/L/N!” Will said, waltzing into the shared dressing room with a smirk on his face.

“Hey Will. What’s up?” I said, putting my phone away. Will shrugged his shoulders, and I gave him a weird look.

“Nothing much. Quick question. There’s a tall guy out the front who claims he knows you. Something about New Jersey.” Will said and I gasped, standing up.

“Oh my god. That’s Will Connolly. We worked together on Be More Chill. Let him in!” I said, excitedly clapping my hands.

Will chuckled, shaking his head at my enthusiasm. “I’m clearly the superior Will, but whatever.” He muttered, walking out of the dressing room.

I made my way out and saw the familiar frame of one of my closest friends, who I unfortunately hadn’t seen in a couple of months.

“Will!” I shouted, and Will’s head whipped around, a smile crossing his face. He rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the ground slightly.

“What’re you doing in DC?” I asked, looking him up and down, my eyes wide with shock.

“I heard that you were in a new show here, and I happened to be visiting mom when I found out. Congrats, by the way.” Will said, kissing the top of my head.

“Thanks beanpole. It’s so good to see you!” I exclaimed, hugging him once more. Will chuckled and hugged back, squeezing my torso.

Suddenly I heard someone clear their throat and I turned around to see Ben standing there in full costume.

“Y/N. Who, uh, who’s this?” Ben asked, gesturing to Will. I snaked an arm around Will’s waist and smiled up at him, missing the disgusted look that crossed Ben’s face.

“This is my wonderful crane of a friend Will Connolly. He was in Be More Chill with me. He played Jeremy.” I said, squeezing Will’s waist.

“Oh, ok. Awesome.” Ben muttered, and I frowned slightly, wondering why his mood had shifted all of a sudden.

He walked away and I watched him with a curious look on my face. “That was weird. He’s never like this normally.” I said to Will reassuringly, retracting my arm from around his waist.

“It’s all good Y/N. I just thought I’d let you know that I’ll be at the show tonight. And I’ll be letting all the other guys from BMC know about this. I still can’t believe you didn’t tell us.” Will said, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m sorry! I just got so caught up with everything, especially when I was doing BMC at night and working on this during the day.” I said and Will chuckled, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“Hey, it’s all good. I’m gonna head off now, but I’ll see you tonight. I bet you’ll be amazing.” Will said and I felt my cheeks heat up a little.

“It’s all the rehearsals. You know how much I love rehearsal.” I said and Will snorted, a grin stretching across his face.

“God, I missed you. See ya Y/N!” Will said, waving at me as he walked away. I let out a sigh, but a cough from someone made me jump out of my skin.

“Jesus Christ, Roland!” I shouted, glaring at him as he smirked at me.

“Was he your boyfriend?” Will asked, gesturing towards Will’s fading figure with his head. My cheeks flushed pink, and Will’s smirk grew in size.

“He’s not my boyfriend. I mean, sure, we played boyfriend and girlfriend, but we’re not actually dating.” I stammered, waving my hands about.

“That’s good.” Will muttered and I looked at him quizzically, my eyebrows furrowed.

“If you kiss me right now, I will rip your balls off.” I said and Will snorted, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Easy Y/L/N. It’s not me who that’s good for.” Will said, leaning against the wall. I frowned in confusion, not entirely sure what he meant.

“Is it Mike? Because that’s kinda weird. He’s like my brother.” I said and Will sighed, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“It’s Ben! That boy has had a thing for you since god knows when and… I was not supposed to tell you that.” Will said, noticing the shocked expression on my face.

“Now I know why he was acting so weird before.” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. Will nodded, taking his hands off my shoulders.

“I’ll be back. I’m gonna go find Ben.” I said and Will smiled, saluting me as I walked away.

I jogged towards the one place I know Ben goes when he needs to think, or cool off. The fire escape.

“Ben!” I shouted, noticing his hunched figure sitting there. He turned around to face me, a sour look on his face.

“Y/N. What are you doing here?” Ben said, his voice harsher than usual. I winced at the change in sound and sat down next to him, looking out at DC.

“You looked a bit off, and I know that this is where you go if you’re not feeling so flash.” I said, resting my head on my hands.

Ben chuckled darkly and stood up, brushing off his pants. “Well, you were right that I’m not feeling great, but I’d rather be alone right now.” Ben said and I inhaled sharply.

“Ben… I’m worried about you. You’re my closest friend.” I said, reaching out to put an arm on Ben’s shoulder, but he wrenched away.

“Closest friend. That’s all I’ll ever be.” Ben muttered, his eyes boring holes into the ground. I winced at my choice of words and took in a deep breath.

“Do you remember the first time we met? We were on set for Pitch Perfect and you tripped over when you went to introduce yourself to me?” I said suddenly, and Ben looked up at me curiously.

“Yeah, I do.” He muttered, wringing his hands slightly. I let out a sigh, my hands trembling at my sides.

“That was the day I fell in love with you.” I whispered, and Ben’s head snapped up, his eyes wide.

“You, I, uh, what?” He stuttered, clearly unable to form coherent sentences. I nodded, my cheeks going bright red.

“I’ve been in love with you for at least 3 years, but I could never tell you. Will, Roland that is, came up to me and told me that you felt the same, and I decided that I finally had to man up.” I said, tears welling in my eyes.

Ben chuckled softly, and he stepped closer to me, taking one of my hands in his.

“Of course you make a reference to the Book of Mormon when you’re telling me you love me.” Ben said, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it softly.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I gave him a sheepish smile. “I’m a nerd. What more can I say?” I said, watching Ben intently as he dropped my hand.
“Would now be a good time to say that I’m also in love with you?” Ben said, his breath hitting my face as he spoke.

I nodded meekly, looking up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Ben shot me a half smile, his eyes sparkling.

He leaned forward and our lips connected, butterflies forming in my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair, and Ben let out a gasp.

I moved my hands down to cup his cheeks, his skin hot against my fingers. Ben’s hands sat on my waist, and it felt a little weird because he had his cast on.

I pulled away and leaned my forehead against his, noticing that there were a few freckles dusted across his cheeks.

“To think this all happened because you were jealous of my ex co-star.” I muttered and Ben’s cheeks went a flaming red colour.

“I, uh, I wasn’t jealous.” Ben squeaked, his fingers drumming slightly on my back.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course you weren’t.” I said, pecking his lips briefly. He kissed back eagerly, and pouted when I pulled away.

“We should probably head back inside. They’re gonna want us for hair and makeup and stuff.” Ben said and I nodded, taking my forehead off his.

I took ahold of one of his hands, enjoying the warmth that flooded through me when I did.

We walked through the corridors of the theatre and suddenly heard clapping. We whirled around and saw a very smug looking Will Roland, a wide smirk on his face.

“Congratulations you two.” Will said, clapping Ben on the back before walking off to his dressing room. My cheeks went pink and Ben squeezed my hand reassuringly.

“I love you.” I murmured, pressing a kiss to Ben’s burning cheek. He smiled bashfully at me, his eyes shining bright.

“I love you too. I love you very, very much.”

Undercover & Undone

Summary: (y/n) (y/l/n) was just a simple waitress living in a city torn between two warring mafias desperately grabbing for power. When her two friends Matt and Ben Solo come up with a plan for the Coruscant Police Department to get the upper hand on the mobs, (y/n) finds herself coming face to face with someone she thought she’d never see again…

A/N: To everyone who listened to my AU idea I wanna thank you so much!! Also thanks to @kylo-renne who came up with the title bc I suck at coming up with titles. Anyways, my inspiration from this kinda came from Gangster Squad so it’s very loosely based off of that, and I love the aesthetic of 50′s mobs but catch me using the aesthetic but eradicating the racism and sexism of that time period

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.1K

Kylo frowned as he looked down at his watch. It was half past two, and he was late…again. He’d have to get a new driver if this problem kept on. After all, this meeting was critical, and showing up late didn’t bode well for his future business dealings with this family. If he made a bad impression, this family might take their business to Hux and his new First Order. That was the last thing he needed, especially with the constant fighting between their two forces. With a huff, he looked out of the window, discerning a small diner through the thick snow that fell so peacefully that when he watched the world passing by from the backseat of his Lincoln, it felt like he was in a dream of sorts. For a moment, he let his mind wander, away from his business dealings and organization, and to someone he hadn’t seen in a long time, someone he would’ve given anything to at least know how they were doing…

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Your work is amazing! Btw Happy late birthday! So.... I love Twin Suns, and I'd like to know what ends up happenning on Nabbo. Does the Council follows Ben's warnings? Or they don't?

Quick steps sounded through the halls as a blond practically ran through them, beaming in glee, a long braid trailing behind his ears announcing his status as padawan of the Jedi order as he closed in on the Archives.

Right outside it he slowed his pace and straightened his clothes quickly before strolling in with his smile still on his face as he looked around for another padawan.

“Padawan Skywalker, I see you’re back.” He quickly turned and bowed to the Master of the Archives. “Master Nu.”

The woman raised her eyebrow at him then snorted. “If you are looking for Ben, he’s putting away the borrowed datapads right now. He should be in the historical section, reading.”

Anakin straightened at that and blinked. “I thought you said he was…ooh.”

They both shared a small smile.

His brother was easy to distract even when he was working, always wanting to read about history, culture and language. Anakin was sure Ben knew more languages then any other Jedi in the order by now.

He headed for the historical section, grinning more and more when he started to feel Ben’s Force signature. It felt relaxed and halfway healthy, that was good, a better day then usually then.

And there he was.

Anakin stopped a few moments to take his twin in.

Ben was leaning against the ladder the Archivists used to climb up and down, reading through a datapad with the trolley beside him, several datapads still on it. His clothes were immaculate and his braid was in his mouth, being chewed on as Ben read with great interest in his green eyes. His white and silver mechanical hand held the pad as he scrolled through it with his flesh fingers though Anakin noted he seemed to have lost a bit of weight since last he saw him.

As if aware he was being watched, Ben looked up quickly only to beam when he saw Anakin, putting the pad down and hurrying towards him. “Anakin, you’re back.”

“Yup.” He wrapped his arms around his skinny twin and hugged him. “You’re looking good.” He offered despite the weight lost. “You got color in your cheeks.”

Ben stepped back and grimaced a bit before nodding. “The healers have me on a new medicine run. Its experimental but so far it seems to be working. It tastes horrid but if it continues to work, Healer Che says they’ll put it in capsule form for me.”

“Any words on what they think you have?”

Ben just shrugged and looked at the time before smiling. “Its lunch time, I think I can ask master for a bit of to go have it with you.”

“Sounds good to me Ben.”

The two started walking side by side to find Ben’s master, talking quietly to each other about what Anakin and Ben had been up to in the blonds absence from the temple.

It still amazed Anakin how far they had come, from Tatooine and his mother worry about Ben even surviving to be a teen and Ben stumbling around at home to space and Coruscant.

And Naboo…Force, he was glad his Master came back from that!

Qui-Gon had looked a little worse for wear but he, Knight Feemor and Knight Vos had handled a Sith, an actual Sith on Naboo, taking him into custody.

Not to mention how R2D2 and Ric Oliê had managed to get the droid ship shut down.

There had been a lot of loss of life though, but now both the Gungan and the Naboo worked together, they were both represented in Naboo’s pod at the Senate.

“You shouldn’t think about her so much.” Ben suddenly offered softly.

“I like her. She’s…”

“She’s gorgeous. I know. But we…can’t go that way Anakin.” Ben looked at him then smiled. “Our futures are not set in stone. But I can only foresee pain if you should pursue that path.”

Anakin looked away then back at the redhead. “Are you sure?”

Ben let out a small sigh, stopping and taking Anakin’s hands in his, squeezing gently. “You’ve always believed me before Anakin. Would I lie about this?” He offered quietly.

“…No. I just…she’s…”

“She is someone you have not seen or spoken to in years. She’s a Senator and has family on Naboo. If you do what I see you do in the future…then only doom follows the both of you.” He looked down and Anakin frowned a bit before lifting both their hands to raise Ben’s chin to look at him. “And you? What happens to you Ben if I do it?”

“…I’m not a healthy man Anakin. And I am Jedi.” His younger twin offered and a cold sensation went down Anakin’s spine at the words. “I will never reveal your secrets Anakin. But it would destroy us all in the end.”

Pulling the other teen closer, Anakin wrapped his arms around the slight frame. “No. No that’s not happening. What do I…have to avoid?”

“…Don’t marry her Anakin.” Ben whispered into his shoulder. “Find the middle path, be able to let go of her if the need arises but love her if it makes you happy…and for Force sake, use protection.” Now Ben sounded annoyed and Anakin let out a small laugh despite the chill down his back.

“I see you two are snuggling in the hall.” The two broke apart and Ben quickly bowed for Master Windu, the Korun looking between them.

Anakin bowed a second later before answering. “Ben was just telling me about something for the future I should be aware off.”

“I see…anything the Council should be aware of Padawan Ben?” Mace focused sharp eyes on the redhead.

Ben tilted his head a bit, peering at him in return. “You should keep an eye on Master Dooku… the future around him grows groggy. And perhaps the Jedi should consider that their popularity with the public is in decline…that we should be more open to the public and have them see us in a kind light.” He smiled.

Mace and Anakin blinked at the redhead before Mace nodded slowly. “I will…bring it for the Council.” He hesitated a bit, frowning at Ben. “Are you well padawan Ben?”

“I have new medicines to try. They might improve my health. Or so Master and Healer Che hopes. Che likes a challenge.” Ben laughed quietly then looked at his brother when the blonds stomach growled. “Forgive us master Windu, we were on the way to get lunch.”

“Then don’t let me stop you.” Mace stepped out of the way to let them move on ahead.

“…I like how they have to refer to us by our names since they can’t call us both padawan Skywalker when we’re together.” Anakin sniggered softly after a few moments.

Ben just hummed and leaned against his brother side, taking in the comfort of him close.

Still the future felt muddled.

Ben wondered if he had made any changes today.

Night Terrors

Request: You’re in a relationship with Kylo/Ben and during one of his “mood swings” he yells, which frightens you. You race out of the room, tears streaming down your face. You lock the door to your own chamber and refuse to see him. He pleads with you, telling you how sorry he is and knows how deeply he has hurt you.

Warnings: None

Relationships: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 552

You had just awoken, yet your eyes were still shut. You wanted to stay in moments like these forever. His arm was draped over you like a warm blanket, his head nestled in between your neck and chest. You could feel his cool breath cascade over your warm skin which sent shivers down your spine. You were so undeniably in love with Ben. He never let anyone call him by his real name, even threatening those who did so, but you were different. He didn’t seem to mind his name rolling off your tongue, in fact he actually seemed to enjoy it. You snuggled into him, your nose resting on his vanilla scented hair. Suddenly he yelped as if in pain, putting his large hands over his ears as if trying to block out loud noises.

Your eyes shot open.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your eyebrows knit together in worry. However, he didn’t seem to hear you. Sweat was trickling down his forehead and his breath was rapid and shallow. Your brown eyes grew even wider. This was not normal behavior for Ben. Sure, he displayed odd behavior now and then, but it was never anything close to this. You tentatively put your hand on his smooth, muscular chest. “Ben?” You whispered quietly. “It’ll all be okay, I promise you.” He began to whimper softly which almost broke your heart. He was known to often have horrible, vivid nightmares, and you were sure he was having one right now.

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His Light

Request: “god damn I got another okay so it’s Kylo’s and reader’s first times? and Kylo is actually Ben? idk what age Kylo turned and left his mom and dad, but let’s say he’s old-ish; 16-21. so maybe have it very caring and sweet and loving? and they’ve been dating for a while and they’re nervous and such blah blah xx

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2121

Warnings: Smut

Originally posted by loveviral

“Ben.” You whispered. “Do you promise?”

“Promise what?” he frowned, his large hand intertwining with yours.

“That you’ll never leave me.”

“You know I wouldn’t.”


“I promise.”

You exhaled shakily, your eyes watering up. You knew it was a lie, but at least he didn’t know it was. You knew that the ways of the Jedi were weighing down on Ben. His power couldn’t be contained to the order and rules that Luke had set out, and it was starting to show.

“We’ll always be together, you and me.” He smiled, swinging his legs off the edge.

You were both sat on the edge of a Cliffside, overlooking the temple. It was your secret spot; where you’d always come to talk, and sometimes make out without the worry of being caught. If Luke found out he would freak. Dusk had descended on the quiet planet, and you could see the other students’ tiny figures in the distance heading back to their quarters.

“Eighteen tomorrow.” You shook your head with a small smile. “That’ll make for an entire year.”

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cosleia  asked:

Would you please write me a story in which modern AU Kylo/Ben attempts to court Hux in the most elaborate, roundabout way, until finally Hux, who has been incredibly flattered, loses his patience and lays one on him?

When in doubt, ask Google. 

Ben frowned at the list in front of him, a blog post that had gotten some insane number of hits. 10 Ways To Win Over That Special Someone. Well, clearly people were getting something out of this advice. He scrolled down. 

Make their interests a priority. Well, that made sense. Ben thought about what Hux’s interests were–getting drunk and talking about military history, his cat, good coffee from the artisan place down the street. Make yourself available to spend time with them. That made sense, too. Offer genuine compliments on things this person is proud of. Well, Hux maybe was a little too proud sometimes, but still, it probably meant more coming from someone else. Surprise them with gifts. 

So okay, he could do this. That weekend, when he went over to Hux’s place to watch a movie, he brought a few gifts based on the interests, which he was making a priority, yes he was. A book about the First World War, a gift card for the coffee place, a new collar for the cat, who was ready to bolt out the door when Hux opened it up to let him in. 

“Millie, go inside,” Hux almost whined as Ben tried to slip in with as little open space between himself and the door for her to escape through. “Hey, what’s–oh–” 

Ben had thrust the things he was carrying right into Hux’s chest, aggressive as a threat. “What’s all this?” Hux asked. “My birthday’s not until January…”

“They were just…things I saw. That I thought you’d like.”

Hux snorted. “You just happened to see a gift card to a local coffee shop that you can only get at the coffee shop when you don’t even drink coffee?”

Ben felt his ears go hot. “I mean, I eat pastries and stuff,” he insisted. “They have good croissants, you know. Anyway, if you don’t, uh, like them…I’ll take them back.”

“And buy croissants for yourself? What will you do with the cat collar?”

Ben frowned. He hadn’t considered how the lack of subtlety was going to fuck this up so badly. Suddenly, he just wanted to go home. Hux must have noticed the look on his face because his tone lightened. 

“Oh, Ben, I’m just kidding. I honestly wasn’t expecting, Jesus, such nice gifts. Especially since it’s not my birthday or Christmas or a special occasion or anything.”

“I wanted,” Ben said, following the blog post’s directive. “Uh, to let you know that I enjoy coming over and spending time with you. That’s all.”

Hux gave a strange smile.

“Can I be bold?” he asked Ben.

“Can you be–?”

 Hux pulled Ben by the collar, closing the already-small gap between their faces, so he could place a kiss of such perfect pressure and length that it seemed almost choreographed, like this was a scene in a movie he had rehearsed for much more thoroughly than Ben had. 

“I can’t tell if you’re terrible or excellent at flirting,” Hux said. “But I guess it doesn’t matter, since it worked.”

Ben wanted to think of some kind of Google pun, something about I’m Feeling Lucky, but he was dizzy with victory and could barely speak, particularly after Hux suggested they use the gift cards for breakfast croissants the following morning. “If, of course, you’d like to spend the night.”

“You are awfully bold.”


Request(s): I would love it if you could do like a modern Ben Solo where the reader and Ben are really shy but really good friends and they go out one night and go back to his place and just decide to tell each other how they feel and maybe add some cuddling and fluff. + Can I have one where Ben asks the reader to go to a scary movie with him on their first date but half way through the movie he’s all scared and cuddling onto the reader for dear life?

A/N: Two requests in one, yay! Sorry I haven’t been posting fics all that often because I’ve been solely focused on CB (cosmic boy) and I’m on the final chapter, so there’s that! Enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 2K+

It wasn’t intended to be a date, actually, it was meant to be a simple ‘hangout’. Ben hadn’t seen you for quite some time–seeing as you were busy with your own life as he was with his–and he had been missing you extra and so had you to him. So, of course, Ben took it upon himself to make plans with you: to go to the movies.

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TURИ S3E1 Deleted Scene
  • (For those who don't have access. Keep in mind, this is very bare-bones and fails to capture the full effect, but should give you some idea of the scene. There's a lot of back-and-forth, close-up cuts between Ben, Washington, and a medium shot of both of them. I did not detail every time this happens.)
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  • [The shot looks out from inside a tent. It is Night. Ben approaches, walking past one guard to enter the tent.]
  • Ben: Sir.
  • [The shot turns to reveal a long table. Washington sits at the other end, quill in hand and surrounded by paperwork. He glances up, studies Ben for several seconds before taking a breath and laying his quill down.]
  • Washington: I'm reviewing General Orders to be published tomorrow. I seem to recall requesting you write the report on the execution of Col. Bradford and Sgt. Hickey.
  • [Ben seems taken aback]
  • Ben: Yes sir (he approaches) you should have it, sir. (touches a piece of paper) It's, uh, it's right here in front of you.
  • Washington: (casually) You were to detail their final words. Their confession to counterfeiting. Instead, you make them sound like villains, and unrepentant ones.
  • Ben: Which is the truth.
  • Washington: (smiling) Yet it doesn't ring true. Men seldom revel in their evil in the gallows.
  • Ben: Well, I don't see them as men.
  • Washington: You don't?
  • Ben: No, sir.
  • Washington: (looking at his paper instead of Ben, speaks softly) What do you see them as?
  • Ben: ...scum. traitors. Tories.
  • Washington: (keeps writing) My mother could be considered a Tory...
  • Ben: (visibly distressed) Sir, you know that I mean-
  • Washington: -that's not the point. (looks at Ben) The point is discretion. As you yourself have stressed.
  • Ben: But don't you see? In the interest of discretion, we're protecting the reputation of /snakes/.
  • Washington: (smiles broadly, as if amused) And what do you think the Tories would call your friend, Woodhull, if they catch him?
  • Ben: (pauses, shifts) The same thing that they called my friend, Nathan Hale. An enemy spy.
  • Washington: Hm. The low sort. Not even a man. (evenly) Your thoughts were with Hale when you saw those men hanged.
  • Ben: (looks away) Yes sir.
  • Washington: When you see /any/ man hanged.
  • Ben: (looks down) Yes, sir.
  • Washington: And how many executions have you witnessed?
  • Ben: (looks to Washington) Fourteen, sir.
  • Washington: But Hale is not like Hickey. For his cause was just.
  • (Ben Nods)
  • Washington: (pauses, seems to consider) Do you remember his final words?
  • Ben: Of course. They were inspired by Cato, which we performed together at Yale.
  • (Ben looks away, seems to struggle for a moment)
  • Ben: "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country,"
  • Washington: (smiles, nods) Hm, very good. (with a small laugh) Except, he never said it. (lowers voice) /We/ did.
  • [Ben frowns, confused. Washington reaches over and pushes out a chair for him. Ben hesitates before sitting.]
  • Washington: When I received the news from Captain Montressor, Gen. Howe's Aide de Camp, it described Hale behaving with great composure and resolution. (Ben nods) Before hanging, he said he thought it the duty of every good officer to obey any order given him by his Commander in Chief.
  • (Ben appears greatly troubled by this)
  • Washington: He wished to be seen as a soldier, not a spy. He wasn't selflessly thinking of his country, but rather his own reputation. How his death would be received by his family, upon learning their son was a spy.
  • (Ben remains silent and still further troubled. He mouths he word 'no' once.)
  • Washington: (softly) Yes. We altered what he said. And thus converted a failed mission into an act of martyrdom. I imagine Captain Hale would approve.
  • (Ben continues to look uncomfortable, shifting and closing his eyes, finally looks up at Washington)
  • Ben: And so you think the Tories will turn these assassins into martyrs as well?
  • Washington: (emphatically) Not if we brand them as forgers first. Though it must be convincing. Our conflict with His Majesty erupted into full war over a single page of words on paper. The great contest we now find ourselves in is over whose word will be the final one.
  • Ben: (somewhat thickly, forced) I understand, sir. But, with respect, I'm afraid I cannot be the one to write it.
  • Washington: (momentarily looks away, looks back) Then I will write it.
  • (Ben immediately and wordlessly stands, returns the chair, and after a minute bow hurries away. Washington watches him leave, expression neutral.)

So this is more stuff that I have done for class. Seriously, though, I don’t have time to balance both school and blog work (and neither does anyone else?). Seriously, though, guys. I haven’t had time to do hardly anything on here recently and I’m sorry that I’ve been gone. That we’ve all been gone. 

I hope to rectify the situation soon but just please be a little more patient. 

You had just gotten home from work, your shift that day at the group home nearly unbearable. Stepping through the door, you dropped your keys on the old weathered table just inside the front door. Sighing heavily, you took a step further into the room, your hand rubbing at the soreness in your neck. Stumbling, you tripped partially over the large box before you had noticed it in your way, the brown cardboard crate placed directly in the middle of the front hallway. However, the lid of the box was knocked to the side, the box empty.

When you heard a whimper and then a small, soft growl, you slowly turned your head to the side, eyes heavy and half-lidded with weariness.

“Hey, knock it off!”

There, you found Ky. He was sitting on the floor between the coffee table and the couch, legs splayed out before him clad in black skinny jeans and a pair of old socks, one toe worn down to the point where it stuck through the hole in the fabric.

However, in his arms, Ky held a little mass of black and caramel fur, a splash of red around his throat tied expertly as a elegant ribbon. A pair of soft brown eyes stared back at you, a little pink tongue lolled out of a mouth as the beast yawned and squeaked softly.

“Ky… What are you doing?” you asked slowly, taking half a step closer.

The man sighed and looked down at the seemingly tiny creature, his fingers flexing around its rump as he held it propped against his broad chest. “Sorry. He… He started to cry.”

You shook your head softly, “I meant… Why do you have a puppy?!”

He shrugged, “I kinda noticed you were feeling mopey because you hadn’t been home in awhile. You said one time you missed your dog back at your parents’ place.” He lifted the puppy up slightly, the little pudgy thing just barely small enough to be cradled in Ky’s large palm, "So, I got you one.”

You set your threadbare backpack and purse on the kitchen counter and walked further into the room, still unsure about the situation. “Well, I thought… What if I wanted to pick one out with you?”

He hesitated a moment, simply blinking up at you before he shrugged again, “Then we can take this one back.” He gestured offhandedly to the dog in his palm.

You gazed down at the puppy and the little thing yawned before shaking out it’s floppy little ears. His deep brown eyes glitter back at you as he pants softly, his heavy little jowls making him almost look like he’s smiling at you.

And it was… so strange. Because it was like… It was like you could see Ky’s soul in this puppy; their eyes both the same shade of dark honeyed brown. The warmth and softness beneath the intimidating and hard exterior shell of their bodies.

When you hesitated to answer, Ky rose up onto his knees and shuffled back across the floor to put the pup back in the box. Panicking, you reached out and grabbed his arm before he could lower the squirming pup back into the crate.

“No!” Ky looked back at you, his brows raised. You held his gaze a long moment, something akin to hopefulness in his own dark eyes. You sighed defeatedly, “No… Let’s just—This one’s fine, I guess.”

Ky smiled ever so slightly after that, giving me a knowing look, his eyes sparking with mischief. “Okay… goddamnit! You win! It’s too fucking cute and now that you’ve shown me it, we can’t take it back. It’s too late!”

You lower yourself onto the coffee table beside Ky and rest your chin on your fists while they balance on your knees.

“What type of dog is he?” You already have a pretty good idea.

“He’s a Rottweiler. When I went to the shelter, they had just raided an overcrowded and failing puppy mill. There were seven of these guys in a little pen out front. This little guy was the last to come up to me.” He carefully stroked the top of the dog’s head with his massive palm and you couldn’t resist any longer, joining in on gently petting the pup. “Put his little paw on your leg. And that just kinda… decided it, I guess.”

The whole situation… you couldn’t decide if this was a mess or if this was a blessing. Either way, it warmed your heart at Ky’s intimate gesture. Another step.

“He got a name?” You asked and Ky pushed the puppy towards you. You didn’t protest as you accepted the wriggly puppy into your arms.

“Not yet.”

He was so warm in your grip, his fur so silky soft as you stroked up and down his spine. He yawned once more in your arms, soft little pants coming from his mouth.

You let out a low soft whine as you looked down into his little face, already entirely in love with the little beast despite just having met him. You didn’t ever want to let him go.

“So what do you think?”

“He’s so precious,” You looked down at Ky. “God, I hate you for doing this.”

He grinned, “Really?”

“Well… no.”

Your answer caused the dark haired man to chuckle softly, “What are we gonna call this little shit?”

“He’s not a little shit. He’s a perfect little baby,” your lips pouted slightly and you started cooing down at the puppy. “You’re a sweet little boy, aren’t you?”

“Well, he’s going to get big. And scary-looking. Ferocious.”

“Ky, look at all his fat rolls. There is no way he’s going to be ferocious, poor baby. Stop stereotyping him.”

Ky huffed out his annoyance, “Regardless, he’s going to need a good name. What do you think of something more… majestic? I was thinking, maybe, Grey Wind?”

“We are not naming him after Robb Stark’s direwolf,” you shifted your grip on the puppy, bending low to press a kiss to the top of his head as he lay snuggled in your warm arms.

Ew. He needed a bath.

“What about something like… Samson?”

Ky hummed softly, “Not bad. Regal. A biblical reference. Kinda pretentious—”

“Like you?”

“Like me.”

“So that settles that, then. Little Samson.” You smiled down at the pup, his dark eyes closed as he started to drift off to sleep.

Sighing heavily once more, you rose to your feet, taking a moment to stand before Ky before you bent down carefully with the puppy. Ky’s eyes slip closed as you brushed his hair back from his forehead to gently press your lips against his brow. Stroking softly over his scalp, his eyes remained shut for a moment in pure contentment.

And just then, you came to the startling conclusion that you now have two Rottweilers to deal with.

“Thank you,” you told him softly and he looked up at you finally as you continued to pet his hair.

Ky just smiled ever so slightly and leaned in, bumping his head into your knee affectionately, “Love you.”

“I love you, too, Ky.”

Ben turned the key and opened the door to the apartment, Matt just on his heels.

The quiet skittering of toe-nails sounded on the wooden floor and tiles of the apartment and suddenly, a small black form came tearing out from behind the couch, eyes bright and ears alert as tiny yet nonetheless vicious barks sounded throughout the room. 

Ben frowned hard at the little form bounding towards him, “The fuck?!”

Matt stood beside his brother, equally puzzled, “Since when did we get a dog?

Drawn to You - Ben Fanfic

Summary: You’ve been friends with Ben for a few months now. You’ve had a little crush on him since you met, so when he begins asking for love advice from you based on a recent date of his, you can’t help but feel a little heartbroken. Resigned to feeling friend-zoned, you give Ben a little love advice that you hope works out for him.    

Author’s note: There’s been a lot of Ben love this week, so here’s a little piece for those who’re crushing on Ben. I’ve also been listening to “The Song That Everyone Sings” (Riverdale cast feat. KJ Apa) on loop for almost 24 hours now – I’m not exaggerating. The story and the song go hand in hand. The words in quotes below are the song’s lyrics. Here’s the link to the song (LINK). I encourage you to play the song while you read the story. :) Enjoy! (Rating: T)

Drawn to You - A Ben Fanfic

Tales of the old / Of the secrets we hold / I want to be well / Lucky to even feel love, at all

“What are you doodling?,” you ask, settling into your seat. You slide a cup of coffee across the table till it’s right in front of your friend’s sketchbook.

He looks up and closes the sketchbook shut. “Stream of consciousness art,” he answers, giving you a smile as he adjusts his glasses.

“Exactly. Doodling,” you grin. Ben has been your friend for a few months now. You worked in the same building. He was an illustrator for a comic book publisher in the penthouse, and you were a Math tutor in the review center just above the coffee shop. It was in this coffee shop where you first met. You and Ben had mistakenly taken each other’s coffees, which led to a conversation about misspelled names, which led to weekly coffee catch-ups.

“So how’s work?,” he asks, taking a sip of his coffee. “Has Johnny caught up on his lessons after that bout with chicken pox?” This was how it was every week. You’d talk about work, he’d talk about his, all in an hour.

“We’ve cracked addition with double numbers, but subtraction’s a bit of a challenge,” you say, thinking of the little boy you had tutored this morning. “Borrowing’s a bitch,” you sigh, making Ben laugh. You talk a little bit more about your students, with him listening intently. He’s always been a good listener.

“Your turn,” you smile, sipping your frap. “What’s the drama at Venus Corps?”

“Might be introducing new characters,” Ben says, looking pensive. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “There’s more drama outside of Venus Corps though.” You raise an eyebrow inquisitively. He shrugs. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.”

“Oh,” you say, leaning back in your seat. While you and Ben talked a lot about work, you’ve never really had a heart to heart talk on anything personal. “Is everything okay?”

He smiles sheepishly. “Just, uh, girl problems.”

You feel your heart catch in your throat.

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Undercover & Undone 2

A/N: I had so much motivation to crank out the second part that it’s truly amazing, even with how busy I’ve been. I love all the positive feedback I’ve been getting, and every time I see people reblogging the first part I always check the tags bc I love when yall write comments in the tags. Anyways, I hope you guys continue to enjoy the story as much as I’m enjoying writing it.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.8K

Tagging: @stressedoutkylo


The door was shut behind Matt as he bustled into Poe’s office, the blinds being closed so the only light in the room was coming from the bright bulb in the ceiling. Poe always claimed that he hated the feeling of the entirety of the CPD watching him while he worked. Looking up, Matt noticed that Poe settled behind his desk, and so Ben and Matt seated themselves in the armchairs in front of him. Matt swallowed a lump lodged in his throat, anxious to share his plan once more. He wasn’t sure that this plan was going to go over well with either Ben or Poe, but he had to give it a try. It was their only real chance at getting anywhere near Kylo and his plans.

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Swipe Right

Imagine: Ben finding out you signed up for Tinder so decides to create a profile to get your attention

A/N: Thanks to my sister who thought that Ben actually had a profile online and @delos-mio for the inspiration!


“You made her sign up for what?!” Cole asks, his eyes jumping from you back to your best friend Jen. You laughed, taking another sip of your water, your eyes hidden behind your sunglasses as Jen continued.

“Y/N is single, she’s hot and she doesn’t take any dating chances so I signed her up for Tinder.” She states this factually, casually scrolling through her phone.  

“And you’re okay with this?” Cole asks, looking over at you and shrug.

“Its okay I guess. I mean I only have my pride wounded.”

Cole falls back in his seat flabbergasted as Ben walks up to your table, taking a seat beside him.

“What could you ladies have possibly said to get Cole to shut up?” he smiles and you shrug, taking another long sip of your water as the waitress asks for everyone’s drink. When she leaves Jen says,

“I signed Y/N up for Tinder last night and she let me!”

“Really?” Ben asks, falling back in his seat and looking at you. You blush. Benjamin Barnes was a very attractive man. 6 foot with chocolate brown eyes that seemed to look into your soul when he was focused on you, dark lustrous hair and a smile that knew how to make you trust him. He was giving you a smile now, a skeptical smirk that was verging on amusement and you can’t help but smile back.

There had always been something between you and Ben but every time you tried to push it further he had always politely declined it. Or as Jen phrased it ‘he put his career first’. Either way, when he was back in town, despite wanting to spend all of his time with you, you were left feeling confused. You sigh, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head, ignoring the wisps of hair fighting to get into your face.

“To be fair, it was a bet. I was drunk. I lost. She won. Now I have a Tinder account. The end.” You start fiddling with your napkin as Ben cocks his head to the side, weighing your explanation. Finally he says,

“You have to stop betting against Jen in cornhole. There’s a reason she keeps a cornhole set at her house. To make the rest of us look like crap.”

The table laughs and you shake your head.

“Hey! I almost beat her! I just needed one more beer…”

“You had one more beer….” Jen says, smiling behind her menu. You roll your eyes as you pick up your own before you feel your phone vibrate. It had been going off for a while so instead of keeping it in your pocket you throw it on the table. It’s not long before its vibrating again and you ignore it, trying to figure out what you want to order. A couple more minutes go by of buzzing when Cole asks,

“The hell is that?”

“It’s my phone.” You shrug and Ben raises an eyebrow.

“Your phone?” he asks and you both look at each other for a beat before you both go to grab. Jen, who had been watching in amusement, easily snatches it before either of you can grab it.  

“Stooooooppp.” you whine, trying to grab the phone as she looks at your iPhones main screen.

“Holy shit Y/N! You have 200 notifications from Tinder? You freaking started an account last night!” She begins to try to put your phones passcode in to only get a rejected.

“Stop…..I know…I just ignore them. I said I’d sign up for it not that I’d follow through!” you whine more, trying to grab the phone from her.

Jen laughs, throwing the phone to Cole who also tries to input your phone’s lock passcode.

“You changed your passcode again?” Cole frowns and you throw your head back dramatically.

“No! You never knew it. Give me back my phone before you lock me out.”

“May I?” Ben asks. Cole nods, handing the phone to him and your eyes widen. Ben knew your passcode, just like you knew his.

“Ben….” you say, warning in your voice.

He smiles, easily opening your phone and opening the app. Cole starts to say something but Jen kicks him under the table, shaking her head. It’s not long before Ben is frowning, giving the phone back to Cole.

“A lot of guys have messaged you….” He mumbles, taking a sip out of his coffee and you cross your arms over your chest.

“Really?!” Cole and Jen ask in disbelief. Jen jumps from her seat and is over Cole, looking at your phone as he scrolls through each person and message.

“Holy shit!” Jen repeats and you groan as Cole smiles.

“Damn, Y/N, I mean…. some of these guys aren’t the most handsome or successful but some pretty attractive dudes seem to take a liking to you. Some of these guys are CEO’s!” Cole’s eyebrows furrow together and you give another sigh.

“I know! I’m just…. you know…. I wasn’t expecting to get all this attention. I thought it was a game you swipe and then suddenly, these people were messaging me. I stopped swiping for a while…. I mean that parts fun but I seriously don’t want to date these guys.”

“Uh huh…” Cole says, flashing his eyes between Ben who was concentrating on his menu intensely  and yourself. He jabs Jen, who was eagerly looking through profiles to break her attention. She also sees how quiet you both have become and sits down, clearing her throat.

“Whatever, so you’re popular on Tinder. This is LA…. I mean, I’ve always told you that you were hot shit Y/N.”

You laugh, looking back at the menu. Jen was a tall, athletic blonde who could get men to stop what they were doing the minute she entered the room. You knew you were attractive it was just compared to Jen – it was easy to forget at times.

“Can we brunch? I want to hear all about Ben’s adventures in New York and about this party he’s hosting and not about my Tinder profile.” You finally say, noticing that Ben hasn’t said a word since he’s opened your phone. Which, for Ben, was unusual.

He smiles at you, his eyes gleaming from above the menu before the table is engrossed in new conversation.

Two days later, you were at Jen’s house leisurely drinking a beer and swiping through your Tinder. Again. It was all because of what happened after brunch. You and Ben decided to go book shopping, much to Cole and Jen’s displeasure where you both spent hours flirting with each other while sifting through dusty shops. Ben had been more affectionate and yet distant so by the time you both said goodbye, you were left wanting more. Instead of lingering on it – like you normally would - you decided to distract your brain. Because whether you liked Tinder or not, it was a great booster for your confidence.  

“You have an addiction!” Jen yelled from the kitchen, monitoring the meat she was cooking as you fell back on the couch.

“I do not!” you yelled back, laughing knowing she was right. You took another drink of your beer before the next profile popped up. You jumped up from your lying position, coughing on beer as Jen runs into the living room.

“What happened!? Are you ok?” she asks and you shake your head, still choking on beer. You give a large burp, causing her to laugh before you shove your phone in her face.

“Shut the fuck up!” she back pedals, looking at the profile again before looking at you.

Benjamin’s name was on the screen, underneath a charismatic picture of him smiling at the screen. The next photo was of you and him at a friend’s party, freshly pied in the face by Jen and Cole. The next was a selfie you had taken on his phone when you had visited him in New York. Another one from this past Christmas at his place. Then finally, the last photo.  It was a picture of you and him dancing at a friend’s wedding. It was the last dance and you were still recovering from a bad break up so Ben had offered to be your date. Your eyes were contently closed as he kissed your forehead, your hands wrapped around his neck.

“When was this photo taken?” you asked but Jen shushed you, scrolling down at his profile.

London to LA

Loves theater and movies, binging on Netflix, eating, traveling, a nice hike, tennis and a great smile

 Just a dorky British guy trying to get the attention of my fun, intelligent and beautiful friend. Will she swipe right? Or am I stuck with other girls who might find this awkwardly romantic….

I’m in if you are!

You read the profile again, before muttering “I’m swiping left.”

“What!” Jen exclaims, grabbing the phone from you.

“THIS is how he tells me he likes me!? On a Tinder account?” you ask bitterly, still trying to take it all in.

“Who says it’s for you?” she asks deviously. You narrow your eyes.

“Swipe. Left.” You repeat again.

Jen sighs, taking a seat beside you. “I was kidding.” She says defensively and you shrug, throwing your head back, hitting it on the wall.

“Ow.” You moan as Jen chuckles, shaking her head.

“That’s why he likes you y/n. You’re so cute. Even when you’re trying not to be. And….listen I promised I’d never tell you this but I don’t want you to do something stupid if I don’t. Of course, Ben likes you.”

“What?” you ask, your voice flat.

“Ben’s liked you for years Y/N. Cole and I have known forever…. Cole and him are roommates. He drabbles to him all the time about you.”

“If he likes me then….” you ask skeptically and Jen shrugs.

“You know Ben. He’s not going to commit to something if he knows how much it’ll affect that person. He didn’t want his job to interfere with anything for you. Long months apart, late phone calls….he didn’t want to be unfair.”

You cross your legs, shaking your head.

“That’s not his call. Jeez, I hate when does that. Tries to be selfless but really he’s selfish cuz you can’t do that!” You growl, hitting a pillow before looing over at Jen. “Why can’t he tell me things like this?”

“Because he likes you!” Jen exclaims and then sighs. “you know how weird you get when you know he’s going to be around. He feels the same way okay. Give him a little slack.”

You look back down at your phone, then break into a small smile.

“Did Cole put him up to this?”

Jen laughs, shaking her head.

“That night of brunch…. he was sooooo mad I signed you up for Tinder. And that a lot of guys expressed interest…. I think he was afraid that you’d go out and find someone. So, he tells Cole he’s going to make a profile and hope that your profiles cross.”

You laugh now, looking back down at your phone where Ben’s smile was beaming back up at you.

“He does know that it picks up where you live….so between the millions of people that live in LA that probability is like… hella low.”

“That’s what Cole told him!” Jen continues to laugh. “He just shrugged and said it was the only shot he’d have with you.”

You smile, looking back down at the photo of you and him. Ben was sweet and stubborn – once he set his mind on something there was no changing it. You bite your lip, swiping right. Immediately Tinder’s ‘It’s a Match’ pops up.

“Guess its up to him now.” 

Of you and him… (Detective Loki X Reader)~Jake Gyllenhaal~ Part 7

Summary :

Prisoners Movie AU. The story begins before what happened in the film. It’s basically a complicated love one between the main character, Detective Loki and you.

A/N - I don’t know if anyone is even interested in reading this but , I’m basically obsessing with this character now. Enjoy!

Relationship: Detective Loki X Reader (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Rating : Mature (Please do not read if you are under-aged)[eventual smut]

WARNINGS ! : violence, harassment, sadness, orphan, , consensual sex, unprotected sex, fighting, cursing, blood, graphic scenes, stabbing, stalking, reader is afraid of ghosts, use of alcohol, mentions of death, ski mask, creepy, knife, weapons, death, trauma (will complete if I think of more - please let me know if I missed some)

CopyRight: I do not own Detective Loki, Prisoners nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended

Part 7 – From ashes we rise

A/N - In honor of this new blog, here you go, part 7.

‘Thanks for helping me choose a new bed for Missy, Y/N’ Foreman smiles , looking down at you. He’s taller.

‘No worries Dr.Foreman. It was our day off, happy to help’ you stop checking some dog toys, wishing you had one.

‘Please call me Ben’ he says, taking you by surprise.

‘Ok, Ben’ you accept but look away as you follow him through the aisles to the beds section. For some reason that was weird . Is he hitting on you?

Well, he’s not bad or anything….he’s quite the catch. Dark blond hair, well built, light brown eyes, pouty lips. But right now, and God knows for how long, you have no eyes for another.He interrupts you from your thoughts pointing at a green bed.

‘I don’t know, Missy….. I think she deserves something pink’ you raise your brows at him suggestively and he smiles.

‘I think you’re right. I’ll go check if they have this model on other colors’ he takes it and goes searching for someone who could help.

You exhale, taking a look around. You have an uneasy feeling, like someone’s following you. Well you almost always have it since THAT night, but now it’s stronger. Maybe you’re just being paranoid. You’re in a pet shop, lots of people are around.

‘I’ll be where the puppies are’ you text “Ben” and you hastily go where you know they are, hoping they’re not asleep.

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you taste like a smoothie, dude

SHOW: Ben 10 Omniverse
CHARACTERS: Ben Tennyson, Rook Blonko, and Max Tennyson.
RATING: G? PG? I don’t know how to rate these things. It’s SFW.

SUMMARY: Ben is having some trouble with the watch, but what else is new?

It started with an itch in his throat. He’d coughed a few times and then took a swig of water and the feeling vanished almost instantly. But like most things with vanishing acts, the itch returned a couple of hours later. Ben made a face, irritated but not yet concerned. After coughing a few more times and getting another glass of water, the itch disappeared again.

He went to bed feeling disquieted, only to find himself awake not even an hour later, clawing at his throat. Itching was too mundane a word to describe how it felt now; now, it burned.

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Note: You and Ben Solo get into an argument during a mission together. It soon settles down when Ben reveals the true reason he is so frustrated. AU: Ben never joined the Dark Side or became Kylo, and started working with the Resistance.

Originally posted by sherrenaz

If there was one thing you had learned to be true in your relationship with Ben Solo, it was that when you were in a disagreement, you could both quite easily argue with another for hours.

Such was beginning to become the case after what was supposed to be a routine flyover, at which point Ben had spotted a rogue unit on the ground that he thought he could take on by himself. Unprepared for such an ambush, he told you to stay in your starship until he returned. But you cared too much to listen to that, and now here you were: arguing non-stop during the entire two hour journey back to the Base.

“Do you even understand that you could have died?!” Ben shouted at you as you finally walked into the Hangar on the Resistance Base.

You rolled your eyes, trying your best to ignore the throbbing in your head and the stinging everywhere else on your body as you mustered up the angriest tone you could manage given the circumstances, “Well do you understand that you would have died if I didn’t distract them?” You spat back, storming in after him, “You’re too proud to admit that you took too many targets on by yourself! I don’t care how powerful you think you are, you’re still just one man, Ben. And I’m sorry to break it to you, but one man can’t defeat an entire army on his own,” you breathed a heavy sigh after your rant. It became apparent that you weren’t so great at arguing when half your body felt numb and the other felt like it was on fire.

Ben saw your pained expression, and quickly snapped away from his sympathetic thoughts. As much as he hated seeing you in this state, he wasn’t exactly pleased with you at the present moment. “You went in there unarmed! What part of, ‘stay hidden’ did you not comprehend? Like you intervening and risking your own life was any better way to act,” he huffed.

You glared at him. Was he being serious? “I was trying to save you, idiot. You were this close to being shot at from all sides!” You indicated with your fingers.

“And look at the good that did you,” he said pointedly, glancing over your injured form.

“Well I’d rather have us both battered and bruised than you half dead because you thought you could fight on your own!”

“Don’t blame your decision on my actions, Y/N,” he said, quickly adding before you could retort, “If you had gotten yourself killed– and that could easily have happened with how carelessly you were prancing around out there– I don’t know what… what I would’ve done. I would never forgive myself.” His voice weakened at that, surprising you with how defeated he sounded after only just shouting in frustration at you.

You softened your expression immediately at the sound of his changed tone, smiling sadly as you stepped towards him, “And I don’t know what I would’ve done if you had been killed either.”

Ben frowned, closing the gap between you and wrapping his arms around you. He gently rested his chin on top of your head, “We’re hopeless, love. Too unwilling to let the other one fight and too stubborn to admit that we both acted recklessly.”

“Or maybe we’re just too damn protective of each other and don’t care what it means for our own lives if we can save the other person’s?” You suggested. This was as close to an apology that either of you were willing to muster up, but you were satisfied with that.

Ben smiled, “Now, that’s the truest thing you’ve said all day,” Ben said, “Look, I just want you to be safe, Y/N– and I know you want the same for me. Just… I just need you to promise me you’ll never scare me like that again,” he mumbled into your hair, kissing it softly, “I don’t care how much danger I’ve put myself in, you’ll get yourself into even more if you decide to intervene unarmed,” he emphasised.

You nodded, “Alright, I suppose that’s fair.”

“C'mon then,” Ben said, moving to keep one arm around your waist as he guided you further into the Hangar, “I don’t know which one of us is more in need of medical attention,” he said trying to lighten the conversation.

At that thought, you smiled in amusement at how damaged you two must’ve looked walking into the Hangar. Both of you covered in scrapes and bruises, and you were fairly sure you had broken something during the chaos of it all– you wouldn’t be surprised if Ben had too.

“People will start talking about how ‘Ben and Y/N’ returned from their mission shouting at each other and dressed head to toe in injuries,” you remarked, “They might think we did this to each other.”

A trace of a smirk danced around Ben’s lips as he raised an eyebrow slightly, “Then I think we need to give them the right impression,” he said.

“And what might that be?”

“Showing them all how much I love you, even after you nearly died trying to save me– Thank you for that, by the way. The rescuing part, not the nearly dying part,” he added, knowing he didn’t really need to clarify.

You smiled, not expecting a thank you from him after all that ranting, “Well I love you too… And you’re welcome.”

“Good,” Ben said before swiftly lifting you up into his arms.

You let out a gasp in surprise, “What are you doing?” You stifled a laugh.

“This is us giving the right impression… and making up for lost time.”

“Lost time as in… the last… What, two hours we’ve spent arguing with each other?” You questioned.

“Very perceptive, Y/N.”

“Could’ve been less than five minutes if you weren’t so cocky,” you mumbled, knowing that he would hear you.

Ben scoffed, “Well maybe I like disagreeing with you. Helps improve my diplomacy skills.”

“What diplomacy skills?” You laughed, “You ended up arguing with me for two hours about something I did, then concluded it all by thanking me for doing it.

“Yeah well who could actually stay mad at you, Y/N? Not like you give me a choice when you start bringing out the pouty face and the doe eyes.”

Your eyes widened as you let out a mock gasp, “I do nothing of the sort, Ben Solo.”

“Well whatever the reason,” he said pointedly, “I’ve got time to make up for with you.”

You met his gaze before wrapping your arms around his neck with perhaps a little too much eagerness than you had intended. You felt Ben tense up and parted from him slightly to see him wincing. You gestured for him to put you down, realising that carrying you really wasn’t the best thing for his sore arms and bruised shoulders.

“Let’s get us both patched up first… and I promise you we can make up for lost time later,” you smirked.

Ben grinned, pressing his lips to your cheek quickly, “Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

Skywalker Family Camping Trip Ch 2

He didn’t sleep much that night. Just tossed and turned on the hard, cold floor of the cabin. This was fucking torture.

He got up the next morning, grumpy and tired. And looking quite the worse for wear. His mother cooed at him as she handed him a cup of coffee when he wandered to their communal eating area in his parent’s cabin.

“Oh, sweetheart. You look awful. Was the airbed that bad?”

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The Eighth Memorial of Byyzem

Ben Amidala wasn’t a fan of vegetables and, in fact, secretly believed that they were a Separatist plot to make him eat gross, icky things. Like lettuce. Who eats lettuce and really enjoys it?

Well, his Mumma ate lettuce but she also ate things like mushy bog squash and broccoflower so her decision-making abilities were clearly suspect.

As it stood, Ben was currently engaged in a very solemn and serious suppression of the bright green threat of peas and their orange allies, Alderaanian carrots. The peas were easy enough to defeat with his trusty lightsaber that was absolutely not a spoon but the carrots were proving far more difficult to destroy. He looked up at his father, his little brow furrowed over dark brown eyes. “Papa… don’t like carrots.”

Ben’s father smiled and leaned down in front of him, his own dark eyes lit with gentle humor. “And why don’t you like your carrots, Ben?”

Leaning forward to share an important secret, Ben whispered, “Carrots is Seppies, Papa.”

Ben’s father burst out laughing, his voice warm and kind. “Are they? Have they invaded your plate? However will you keep them at bay?”

“Wif a lightsaber!” Ben said, making the low humming sound that all young children learned at a surprisingly early age. He gave a mighty thwap and his spoon rang out against the porcelain plate and the poor Separatist carrot flew off onto the floor, felled by the great and mighty Jedi Knight Ben Amidala and landing squarely at the feet of his Mumma, who shook her head as she fastened her earring into place.

“Ben!” Padme leaned over to grab a napkin and pick up the offending vegetable. “You are supposed to be eating your carrots. Not throwing them on the floor.”

Ben looked wide-eyed at his father, who explained politely, “They are Separatist carrots, my love. Ben is simply doing his patriotic duty as a loyal member of the Republic.”

“Don’t encourage him, Clovis,” Padme sighed, shaking her head at her husband as she disposed of the fallen vegetable. “And besides, Satine will be here soon. Ben? Don’t you want to play with Mercy when she gets here?”

Ben’s eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically, his dark brown curls bouncing around his face. “Mercy! Mercy!”

Padme smiled and whisked the plate away, disposing of the traitor peas and placing the plate in the cleaning unit built into the wall. “Darling, will you take Ben to get changed?”

Clovis smiled and freed his son from his chair, hoisting him up onto his hip. “Of course, dear. When are we to expect the Duchess?”

“I’m not sure,” Padme frowned, tapping at the messages on her personal com and shaking her head. “You know how difficult it’s been to sneak her away for the Memorial. The last time we spoke she said sometime today and that was it.”

Clovis nodded and turned with Ben to walk back to the nursery and find something a bit more suitable to wear to greet the Duchess of Mandalore and her daughter.

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