This will be my pinned post! I’ll share what fandoms I am in and what I’m currently writing. (May update in the future.)
About my account:
I’m new with writing so I will be mostly focused on fluff.
Sometimes characters WILL be ooc (out of character)
I’m not good with explaining things in my fics, so feedback is appreciated! I’m also VERY new to Tumblr,
Most of my fics are FEM!Reader, but I will try to make them gender neutral when I can. I do NOT use AI in my writings, I fucking HATE AI. NO WINCEST it makes me uncomfortable.
If I am ever reblogging someone who is problematic, PLEASE TELL ME I’m not always online and don’t usually see people’s post. And I tend to follow people back when I can, but I don’t always see posts and stuff. If you don’t like my content, just block.
Warnings about my account:
18+ only. I may do fluff or crack fics, but I reblog NSFW and my writings will have suggestiveness.
There will be NO weird shit here, no pedophilia, no incest, none of it. Reader is always 21+
Fandoms I am in: (will update.)
The Boys
Supernatural
The walking dead
Marvel
Resident Evil
Characters I will be writing for: (may update)
Soldier Boy/ Ben (mostly focused)
Dean Winchester (work in progress)
Leon s Kennedy (no fic ideas yet)
Luis Serra (no ideas yet)
Who I am still learning about/ who I want to write with: (will update)
Sam Winchester
Castiel
Billy (William) Butcher
Homelander (John)
Jill Valentine
Negan Smith
Kimiko (TB)
Things about me:
I’m very socially awkward, but I try to talk as much as I can. I love Jensen Ackles (obviously). I’m very slow with writing, but I really want to try and post when I can. My fics aren’t long because I’m not too good at adding details. Also I’m very socially awkward, and I apologize.
✧˖° Here are some of my favorite Soldier Boy fanfics. ♡
This list exists because I have a completely normal and reasonable amount of affection for Jensen Ackles… which is to say, I am a little bit obsessed. ♡
Please read the warnings and tags before starting each story. And if one of these fics steals your heart, consider leaving the author a sweet comment or sharing their work. Fanfic writers spend countless hours creating these stories for us, and a few kind words can make all the difference.
Happy reading, and enjoy falling in love with Soldier Boy all over again. ✧
Legend ✎ᝰ: A – angst | F – fluff/romance | S – smut I ~S – implied smut I C – character-typical behavior
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ꜰɪʟᴍ I @morganiscooked I F
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ᴄᴀʀɴɪᴠᴀʟ ᴡᴏʟꜰ I @aetherialmuse I F
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ᴅᴏᴇ I @winniewritesstories I F
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ I @waynes-multiverse I F + C
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ɢʟᴏᴡ I @godsfaith I S
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ: ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ I @luci-in-trenchcoats I F
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ʜᴏʟʟʏ ᴊᴏʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴅᴀᴄʜᴇ I @wvffles I F
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ I @cowboylike-dean I F
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ I @castielthinkr I F + ~S
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ʟᴏɴɢᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ I @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds I F + S
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ I @lila-lou I A + F + S + C
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ I @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds I F + C
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ I @godmadeaterribleerror I S + C
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ I @dina-winchester I F
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ!ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ I @ackles-pleaser I F
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴜɴᴄʜ I @infrqred I S + C
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ I S + C
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ ꜱꜰᴡ/ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ I @americanunaverage I F + S
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ x ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ I @anniewinchesterr I F
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ I @losers-clvb I F + C
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴅ I @wchswift I S
AN: sorry for being so inactive! I haven’t had motivation to write. But I hope you guys like this small shot! Xoxo
It was late, maybe you should have been sleeping but your mind just.. wouldn’t shut up. It was maddening.
You sigh heavily as you walk over to the couch and plop down onto the cushion. You tried falling asleep, spent an hour tossing and turning, it was annoying.. you hated nights like this where you felt.. alone.
You were retired. A bit early, yes, but you couldn’t work for Vought anymore. You had liked your team, sort of, Payback was.. complicated to say the least. But there was never any bad blood with any of them.
Except Crimson Countess.
She was… complicated. You had a feeling she liked Ben— or maybe she just wanted the spotlight, you weren’t entirely sure what her motives were. She always glared, never talked to you even when you tried to start a friendly conversation, she just.. didn’t like you.
Either way, you stopped trying to talk to her.
But none of that mattered now. You left Payback. Sure, some of the members were disappointed or sad— but it was for your own good.
Oh, but Ben..
He never admitted it, but he was angry when you left. The day on your departure, he offered you that charming smirk, playfully said no one would miss you.
But behind all that? He was more upset than the whole team.
He’d never admit it, of course. He was too proud for that.
But god.. every time he thought about it? About you leaving? It made his chest hurt. And he hated that feeling.
You and Ben had a… complicated relationship. You both loved each other but, neither of you ever tried to admit it.
You grab the remote and turn in the television, you flip through whatever was playing, some old black and white films that you weren’t really interested in was playing.. a movie you saw once with Ben, but it wasn’t really your style.
Click.
Click.
Click.
You sigh. Nothing was interesting, your brain was running and you felt.. lonely..
You were about to give up before you got to the news channel, before you could click next, you saw a glimpse of Soldier Boy’s charming smile.
Oh?
You pause, setting the remote down when you see the latest news, he saved a family today, stopped a drug dealers, that’s nice—
Suddenly Crimson Countess and Soldier Boy was on screen, her hand on his chest, his hand holding her hip to keep her close.
Oh.
You blink, your head tilts to the side as the news announces their newfound relationship.
Huh.
Why did you feel a sudden pang in your chest.
Your hand comes up to press over your chest, where your heart had started beating a bit faster.
What was this feeling..? Why did you feel.. sad? Angry..?
Why did it hurt?
You stare at the screen for a long time, your jaw clenched as you slowly lower your hand from your chest, you could see them going in for a kiss, and—
You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t look at it. You suddenly felt.. sick..?
You turn it off before you can see any more of it.
You take a few deep breaths, squeezing your eyes shut as you try not to think about the image.
Her hand on his chest.
His hand in her hip.
They were close.
Too close.
You shake your head and huff. You shouldn’t feel this way. He’s not yours. He doesn’t belong to you. And this was probably just a decision Vought made. Either way, you shouldn’t care— you weren’t a part of the team anymore.
But it still hurt.
There’s a sudden knock on your door and you exhale slowly before standing up.
You still felt sick.
Your stomach felt wrong. Like you wanted to throw up.
Half of you wanted to ignore whoever was knocking, maybe just crawl into bed and stare at the ceiling..
But then the knocks continued. Persistent. Insistent.
Jesus, knock harder why don’t you.. you think to yourself.
With a heavy sigh you walk over to the front door, you straighten your posture and just.. breathe for a second.
You open the door, and Ben is standing there, for once, not in his hero suit.
“Ben,”
You say, and for a brief moment, the image of Crimson Countess and Soldier Boy leaves your mind,
But, only for a second.
And it comes right back, like some haunting image.
Your heart squeezes, and you have to force yourself to maintain eye contact.
Ben, with all his charm gives you that smirk, the soft dimples you loved so much present, his eyes squint, showing the smile-wrinkles he had at the corner.
He looked so good.
But then you remember the image. And it all just feels.. wrong.
“Doll,”
Ben’s voice comes out smooth, rough after a long day of countless interviews.
You don’t say anything for a moment, and he catches it. But he doesn’t say anything just yet,
“You gonna let me in or do I have to get on my knees and beg like I’m begging god for forgiveness?”
You snap out of your daze and exhale. You step to the side and pull your door open, gesturing for him to come inside.
He does it without hesitation.
Walking in like he owns the place.
The door closes with a soft click, your hand lingers on the doorknob for a brief moment, you try to shake the image out of your head, but for some reason it was hard.
You turn around and follow him inside.
“You’re quiet, darlin’,”
Ben comments as he glanced over to you as he steps into your kitchen.
“You usually do all the talking,”
You retort and he snorts.
“There she is,”
He grins as he opens your fridge to grab himself a beer, he’s done this so many times you don’t even complain anymore.
“What are you doing here?”
You ask, and he turns to you, arching a brow like your question offended him.
“What? Can’t visit my partner?”
“Ex partner,”
You correct.
“Ex partner.”
Ben corrects himself, and you could have sworn you heard a hint of.. disappointment? Bitterness? Maybe both?
Ben shrugs as he opens the can, bringing it up to his mouth and taking large gulps.
You try not to stare, try not to make it obvious how god damn attractive he is, because if he knew you were looking at him like that? You would never hear the end of it. And Ben could talk. It was one thing he was good at if not talking about fucking.
“So you’re just.. here. To visit.” You say as you lean back against the counter, your arms cross over your chest.
Ben’s eyes flicker to your chest, he can’t help himself really, he’s only a man..
His gaze snaps back up and he smirks.
“You don’t seem pleased,” he scoffed, “thought you liked my company, doll,”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Am I wrong?”
You don’t answer.
“Exactly my point,”
He crushes his can and tosses it in the trash, last time he left an empty can on your counter, you gave him shit for it, rightfully so.
He takes a step closer, hands bracing on the counter on either side of your hips, caging you in,
“You look damn fine,” his voice drops as his gaze drops to your lips for a moment, “never thought I’d have the privilege of seein’ ya in pajamas,” he purrs, “look damn good in em too.”
“Ben..”
You glance away and lean back, and a flash of disappointment crosses Ben’s face.
“What?”
You shake your head,
“No..”
His eyebrows quirk. Did he read the signs wrong? You don’t feel the same way he does..?
He shifts back, giving you some space,
“Shit..” he muttered to himself, “I thought.. never mind.”
You feel a slight sting in your chest.
Fuck.
Why did his voice sound so hurt..?
You exhale and shake your head.
“I uh.. saw the news,”
Ben’s heart nearly stops.
“The news?” He repeated, “what about it?”
“You.. and Crimson Countess.”
Ah. That.
“What about us?”
You finally look at him,
“You’re.. together.”
“Yeah, and?”
Jesus, can this guy ever read the room..?
“Never mind.”
“Nah,” Ben cuts in quickly, his hand raised, fingers, surprisingly gentle? Grip your chin, tilting your head up so you could look at him.
“Don’t bullshit me, sweetheart. You know that shit Is for the cameras.”
You stay quiet. Jaw tight as you look at him.
There’s a moment of silence as you both stare at each other, at the moment, he’s not Soldier Boy, just.. Ben.
“Hey,”
Ben taps your chin to bring you back down to earth, and you blink at him.
“I ain’t.. good at this whole.. feelin’ shit.” He scoffs at the mere mention of it, he felt pathetic admitting this, he felt.. less of a man.
“But I mean it, ya know? It’s fake. I don’t like her.”
Your throat goes dry. You know this is Ben’s way of confessing. Sure it’s not.. the best, but this coming from Ben? It was probably the most you were going to get.
“I..”
Your mouth parts and you let out another heavy exhale.
“It just.. it was unexpected when I saw it. I.. kind of wish I knew about it beforehand. I.. wish I didn’t find out about it through the television.”
Ben nodded slowly.
“Yeah.. should have called ya,” he looks at you, and the look in his eyes is a silent sorry.
The closes you’ll get to an apology with Ben.
And that was enough.
You lean up, your hand gently cupping his cheek, he’s completely still, eyes locked on you, he lets you lead, not wanting to push for much.
But the moment your lips touched his?
He didn’t hold back.
His mouth locked with yours, a bit forceful, like he was starved. And to be honest, he was. He had been holding back for too long— and he definitely wasn’t going to hold back now.
His mouth moves against yours, a low grunt leave his throat, the sound vibrating against your lips. Your hand cups the back of his neck, fingers curling in Ben’s hair. Your eyes are closed as you savor the feeling of his lips against yours.
Something you’ve both been aching for.
When you reluctantly break the kiss for air, he nudges his nose against yours, the touch almost.. tender. And dare you say affectionate.
“Fuck, sweetheart..” he muttered under his breath, his lips brush against the corner of your mouth, “been wantin’ to do that the first day I met ya,”
Your breath hitched at the confession.
You tilt your head, pressing your forehead against his as you just.. breathe. Breathe him in.
“I hated seeing you two..”
You whisper, but Ben catches it.
He hums quietly, his lips brush against your jaw, and you could feel his beard scraping against your skin, the feeling oddly.. comforting.
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, doll,”
Ben can’t help but tease.
And you scoff.
“Fuck you.”
“Is that an invitation?”
You glare at him, and he smirks.
“You walked into that one, sweetheart,”
“Shut up,”
“Shut me up.”
You scoff before crashing your lips against his again just to shut him up.
His hands wander down your sides, hands firmly gripping your hips before falling down to cup the back of your thighs. He effortlessly picks you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.
He sets you on the counter, his big arms wrap around your waist as he leans his weight against you.
You both part for air and he chuckles.
“Fuck..” he muttered, eyes opening to look at you.
“Fuckin’ love you..”
Your heart nearly stops at that.
But you smile. And for that moment? The image of him and Crimson Countess leaves your mind, it’s just you and Ben..
“I love you too.”
You whisper.
“Good,” he dips his head to kiss down your neck. “And now I’m gonna give you a reason not to be jealous,” he murmured against your skin.
pairing; soldier boy x wife!reader word count; 1.5k ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
summary; of all the horrors he's faced in his long life—nothing rattles ben more than his kid avoiding him out of nowhere
⋆˚࿔ notes; once again set in the same universe as all my other dad!ben fics, but can be read as a standalone <3
ben masterlist ᝰ. main masterlist
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His daughter isn't speaking to him.
It's strange, considering she hasn't been talking very long—only two years in and he's already getting the silent treatment. Figures.
He doesn't understand why though. After a few hours away from his favorite girls (including the damn cat, still named Banana) he was sure that in true Maggie fashion, she'd chatter his ear off from the second he stepped through the front door.
Instead she saw him and bolted back towards the hallway.
You miss the interaction from the kitchen, taking the meatloaf out of the oven. He sets his keys down, eases off his boots (after learning the hard way you weren't playing around about outdoor shoes on your clean floors) and makes his way over to you.
He wraps his arms around you from behind as you remove the cheetah print oven mitts from your hands (that your baby girl picked out from the store herself) and tucks his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You flinch with a giggle.
He presses a gentle kiss on your skin before turning you around in his embrace, smiling down at you. "Hey."
"Hiii." You smile back sweetly.
He would've given you the usual passionate greeting, but, he's still confused, and a little concerned. "Mags just did a complete 180 at the sight of me, bolted back to her room i'm guessing. Know anything about that?"
You hum, bringing soft hands up to rest at the nape of his neck. "Yeah...just give her some time okay. Why don't you go freshen up? I'm almost done with the potatoes, we should be set to eat soon."
That doesn't help his spiraling thoughts.
He does head to your shared room for a quick shower, but can't help and stop by to check on Maggie first. Her room door is slightly ajar, and as he goes to approach it, it slams closed.
His first instinct is to just open it again, but four years of parenthood and your patience have softened him, and he takes the approach you would no matter how much it pains him.
"Mags sweetheart, it's fine if you don't want to see me right now, but I need to know you're okay."
After a moment, he hears a small "i'm okay."
He hesitates, fighting the urge to burst in there and check on her himself. Instead he takes a breath, "Uh, alright. You let me know if you need anything, yeah?"
"got it."
He snorts at that, clearly she picked that up from you. It quickly fades into a pensive frown the further he walks away from her room, wondering what he could've done to make his sweet girl avoid him.
Upon pushing your room door open fully he finds Banana curled up on top of his pillow, in an adorable loaf. Of course. She's bigger now—still fluffy, still attached to his kid, still sleeping near his face whenever possible. She meows at the sight of him, and he sighs both fondly and tiredly.
At least two out of three are happy to see him.
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By the time he's washed up and headed downstairs, you're already plating the food. Your classic homemade meatloaf and seasoned diced potatoes, his absolute favorite (he could do without the asparagus side though...but you're persistent and "greens are good" etc. etc. )
He watches you move around, confused by the missing sight of their pipsqueak who's always excited to help you plate dinner.
"Where's Maggie?"
You hum. "I'll go get her right now, you just sit and relax. But careful with the potatoes, let them cool a little. Honestly the meat is still hot too just, hold on a sec."
Before you can step past him he places a gentle hand on your arm. "Is everything okay? Why is she mad at me?"
At that your eyebrows furrow, "What? She's not mad."
"She's actively avoiding me and you said to give her time."
Your face morphs from confused to amused. "Oh, no yeah I meant that literally babe. She's been working really hard on something and she doesn't wanna spoil the surprise."
He finally relaxes, breathing a sigh of relief. "Huh."
You wrap your arms around his neck once more, and he rests his hands on your hips. "Honey that little girl couldn't hate you even if she tried."
"I feel like that's debatable."
"And you know any debate against your wife is an automatic loss." You tease, and he grins before leaning down to capture your lips with his, having no rebuttal.
You laugh softly into it, this man.
He's faced things you couldn't even imagine, but his four year old being upset with him is where he draws the line, where he can't handle.
Before you can get fully lost in the now mini makeout session, you hear excited steps running down the hall and part. He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip gently, promising this isn't over.
"dad! dad! dad!"
"Oh now she acknowledges my existence." He mutters, and you smack his arm playfully.
Maggie slows to a speedwalk—remembering she's not supposed to run inside the house—to an awaiting ben, her hands holding something behind her and out of his view. "hi"
He softens instantly. "Hiya, you alright sweetheart?"
"mmhmm." she nods. "i have something for you."
"You do?"
"you have to close your eyes though, no peeking!"
He chuckles, "Okay okay."
"mommy you have to double check his eyes."
"I'm checking. He's closing them sweetpea." You assure her.
She then holds up a handmade card—cream colored construction paper for the sturdiness, folded in half, doodles and glitter all over and a small picture of the three of you taped to the front with sparkly duct tape.
"okay open!"
He blinks into focus, eyes landing on the card held out towards him. He's (definitely not) willing away the sting in his eyes. "What's this?"
"it's for you! mommy says we don't need a holiday to make the day special. and i love you all-of-the days!"
Ben doesn't like father's day.
For good reason, it doesn't bring back the most pleasant memories. Still you felt bad every year considering he'd go all out for you on mother's day. So you've found a loophole—you'll 'not celebrate' on one of the nearby days (always changing it so he doesn't expect it) and this was the first time your baby was old enough to really put something together on her own.
You helped with the basics of course, but the fun decorations, that's all her. He's particularly fond of the written message inside; scribbly and glittery and green, with the largest font size, it reads
best papa ever ♡ !! i luv u ◡̈
"do you...do you like it?"
He realizes now how quiet he's gone, looking up to see her face scrunching in worry, and he quickly mends his mistake.
"I love this, so very much. Thank you honey."
She smiles again in relief, springing forward to hug him, and he happily takes her into his arms. "I love you." He murmurs.
"i love you too dad."
You can't blink away the (happy) tears in your eyes.
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Dinner was delicious.
You're a little surprised your notorious picky eater was willing to try the meatloaf, having a bowl of mac and cheese ready on standby, but after you told her it was Ben's favorite (aside from chili) she was insistent on trying it.
It was followed by movie night, with popcorn and s'mores. Now you get ready for bed, Mags sound asleep in her room, Banana surely curled up with her.
"Maybe you could convince her you love broccoli, and celery."
He grimaces. "Eh, that means I'd have to eat it in front of her."
"Maybe you should be eating those anyway. Mary Jane isn't the only green you're allowed to consume babe. Expand your horizons."
"I'll expand your horizons."
"That doesn't even—shut up." You laugh.
He smiles, bringing you close. His hand rubs your back softly, the other coming up to cradle your cheek. For a moment you both just, stare. Feels like so long ago you mere strangers frequenting the same place, now over a decade later here you were. A family.
He brings you in for a slow kiss, but you don't let it get too far. "Mmmm I have one more surprise for you."
He smirks. "Really?"
"Yep, close your eyes."
"Seriously?"
"Humor me."
He shakes his head, giving you one last peck before closing his eyes. You go to your bedside drawer, taking out the small box you'd been saving for a few weeks now.
It's gently placed in his hands. "Okay, open."
He opens his eyes to a small yellow rectangle in his hands, taking the lid off to unveil his gift.
A small pregnancy test, positive.
He stares at it, then looks up at you, your worried face reflecting the one he saw on your little girl hours ago. The apple did not fall far from the tree (and for that he's grateful).
"So...? Questions, comments, concerns?" You try to lighten the mood, not realizing this added gift was already making him feel higher than any strain of any drug he's ever done.
He scoops you up in a tender hug, holding your body against his in the most comforting way.
"So many," He starts, and you giggle. "But we'll get there."
You sigh in his arms, face still tucked against his shoulder.
"Yeah, we will."
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ben masterlist ᝰ. main masterlist
⋆˚࿔ notes; another addition to this vague-ish family ben universe of mine <3 I personally don't fw father's day but I couldn't shake this little idea off lmao
pairing; soldier boy x wife!reader word count; 1.5k ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
summary; of all the horrors he's faced in his long life—nothing rattles ben more than his kid avoiding him out of nowhere
⋆˚࿔ notes; once again set in the same universe as all my other dad!ben fics, but can be read as a standalone <3
ben masterlist ᝰ. main masterlist
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His daughter isn't speaking to him.
It's strange, considering she hasn't been talking very long—only two years in and he's already getting the silent treatment. Figures.
He doesn't understand why though. After a few hours away from his favorite girls (including the damn cat, still named Banana) he was sure that in true Maggie fashion, she'd chatter his ear off from the second he stepped through the front door.
Instead she saw him and bolted back towards the hallway.
You miss the interaction from the kitchen, taking the meatloaf out of the oven. He sets his keys down, eases off his boots (after learning the hard way you weren't playing around about outdoor shoes on your clean floors) and makes his way over to you.
He wraps his arms around you from behind as you remove the cheetah print oven mitts from your hands (that your baby girl picked out from the store herself) and tucks his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You flinch with a giggle.
He presses a gentle kiss on your skin before turning you around in his embrace, smiling down at you. "Hey."
"Hiii." You smile back sweetly.
He would've given you the usual passionate greeting, but, he's still confused, and a little concerned. "Mags just did a complete 180 at the sight of me, bolted back to her room i'm guessing. Know anything about that?"
You hum, bringing soft hands up to rest at the nape of his neck. "Yeah...just give her some time okay. Why don't you go freshen up? I'm almost done with the potatoes, we should be set to eat soon."
That doesn't help his spiraling thoughts.
He does head to your shared room for a quick shower, but can't help and stop by to check on Maggie first. Her room door is slightly ajar, and as he goes to approach it, it slams closed.
His first instinct is to just open it again, but four years of parenthood and your patience have softened him, and he takes the approach you would no matter how much it pains him.
"Mags sweetheart, it's fine if you don't want to see me right now, but I need to know you're okay."
After a moment, he hears a small "i'm okay."
He hesitates, fighting the urge to burst in there and check on her himself. Instead he takes a breath, "Uh, alright. You let me know if you need anything, yeah?"
"got it."
He snorts at that, clearly she picked that up from you. It quickly fades into a pensive frown the further he walks away from her room, wondering what he could've done to make his sweet girl avoid him.
Upon pushing your room door open fully he finds Banana curled up on top of his pillow, in an adorable loaf. Of course. She's bigger now—still fluffy, still attached to his kid, still sleeping near his face whenever possible. She meows at the sight of him, and he sighs both fondly and tiredly.
At least two out of three are happy to see him.
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By the time he's washed up and headed downstairs, you're already plating the food. Your classic homemade meatloaf and seasoned diced potatoes, his absolute favorite (he could do without the asparagus side though...but you're persistent and "greens are good" etc. etc. )
He watches you move around, confused by the missing sight of their pipsqueak who's always excited to help you plate dinner.
"Where's Maggie?"
You hum. "I'll go get her right now, you just sit and relax. But careful with the potatoes, let them cool a little. Honestly the meat is still hot too just, hold on a sec."
Before you can step past him he places a gentle hand on your arm. "Is everything okay? Why is she mad at me?"
At that your eyebrows furrow, "What? She's not mad."
"She's actively avoiding me and you said to give her time."
Your face morphs from confused to amused. "Oh, no yeah I meant that literally babe. She's been working really hard on something and she doesn't wanna spoil the surprise."
He finally relaxes, breathing a sigh of relief. "Huh."
You wrap your arms around his neck once more, and he rests his hands on your hips. "Honey that little girl couldn't hate you even if she tried."
"I feel like that's debatable."
"And you know any debate against your wife is an automatic loss." You tease, and he grins before leaning down to capture your lips with his, having no rebuttal.
You laugh softly into it, this man.
He's faced things you couldn't even imagine, but his four year old being upset with him is where he draws the line, where he can't handle.
Before you can get fully lost in the now mini makeout session, you hear excited steps running down the hall and part. He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip gently, promising this isn't over.
"dad! dad! dad!"
"Oh now she acknowledges my existence." He mutters, and you smack his arm playfully.
Maggie slows to a speedwalk—remembering she's not supposed to run inside the house—to an awaiting ben, her hands holding something behind her and out of his view. "hi"
He softens instantly. "Hiya, you alright sweetheart?"
"mmhmm." she nods. "i have something for you."
"You do?"
"you have to close your eyes though, no peeking!"
He chuckles, "Okay okay."
"mommy you have to double check his eyes."
"I'm checking. He's closing them sweetpea." You assure her.
She then holds up a handmade card—cream colored construction paper for the sturdiness, folded in half, doodles and glitter all over and a small picture of the three of you taped to the front with sparkly duct tape.
"okay open!"
He blinks into focus, eyes landing on the card held out towards him. He's (definitely not) willing away the sting in his eyes. "What's this?"
"it's for you! mommy says we don't need a holiday to make the day special. and i love you all-of-the days!"
Ben doesn't like father's day.
For good reason, it doesn't bring back the most pleasant memories. Still you felt bad every year considering he'd go all out for you on mother's day. So you've found a loophole—you'll 'not celebrate' on one of the nearby days (always changing it so he doesn't expect it) and this was the first time your baby was old enough to really put something together on her own.
You helped with the basics of course, but the fun decorations, that's all her. He's particularly fond of the written message inside; scribbly and glittery and green, with the largest font size, it reads
best papa ever ♡ !! i luv u ◡̈
"do you...do you like it?"
He realizes now how quiet he's gone, looking up to see her face scrunching in worry, and he quickly mends his mistake.
"I love this, so very much. Thank you honey."
She smiles again in relief, springing forward to hug him, and he happily takes her into his arms. "I love you." He murmurs.
"i love you too dad."
You can't blink away the (happy) tears in your eyes.
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Dinner was delicious.
You're a little surprised your notorious picky eater was willing to try the meatloaf, having a bowl of mac and cheese ready on standby, but after you told her it was Ben's favorite (aside from chili) she was insistent on trying it.
It was followed by movie night, with popcorn and s'mores. Now you get ready for bed, Mags sound asleep in her room, Banana surely curled up with her.
"Maybe you could convince her you love broccoli, and celery."
He grimaces. "Eh, that means I'd have to eat it in front of her."
"Maybe you should be eating those anyway. Mary Jane isn't the only green you're allowed to consume babe. Expand your horizons."
"I'll expand your horizons."
"That doesn't even—shut up." You laugh.
He smiles, bringing you close. His hand rubs your back softly, the other coming up to cradle your cheek. For a moment you both just, stare. Feels like so long ago you mere strangers frequenting the same place, now over a decade later here you were. A family.
He brings you in for a slow kiss, but you don't let it get too far. "Mmmm I have one more surprise for you."
He smirks. "Really?"
"Yep, close your eyes."
"Seriously?"
"Humor me."
He shakes his head, giving you one last peck before closing his eyes. You go to your bedside drawer, taking out the small box you'd been saving for a few weeks now.
It's gently placed in his hands. "Okay, open."
He opens his eyes to a small yellow rectangle in his hands, taking the lid off to unveil his gift.
A small pregnancy test, positive.
He stares at it, then looks up at you, your worried face reflecting the one he saw on your little girl hours ago. The apple did not fall far from the tree (and for that he's grateful).
"So...? Questions, comments, concerns?" You try to lighten the mood, not realizing this added gift was already making him feel higher than any strain of any drug he's ever done.
He scoops you up in a tender hug, holding your body against his in the most comforting way.
"So many," He starts, and you giggle. "But we'll get there."
You sigh in his arms, face still tucked against his shoulder.
"Yeah, we will."
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⋆˚࿔ notes; another addition to this vague-ish family ben universe of mine <3 I personally don't fw father's day but I couldn't shake this little idea off lmao
how he took the time to research things that would help you after opening up about your iron-deficiency anemia; he took it very seriously.
you mentioned the medicine they prescribe usually makes you feel sick, so he looked into natural remedies, coming up with a steady routine that would help. a glass of orange juice every morning, beetroot juice every few days, lentils at least once a week (all to help with your iron intake).
he cooks for you too, trying his best to make sure you got as much sustenance as your body needed. he's there when you'd accidentally stand up a little too fast, catching your swaying self and steadying you against his chest until the dizziness subsided. he always takes his sweater cause he knows you'll get cold at some point. it's all really sweet, super supportive.
but sometimes you resent that beautiful brain of his.
suddenly you shouldn't have your morning coffee anymore, twice a month maximum if even that. you also had to cut back on cheese and yogurt, which was actually harder than the coffee. a good bowl of strawberry or vanilla yogurt with granola and sliced fruit was your saturday morning tradition.
you stared down the plate of eggs he made for you the first saturday before you ate them. it didn't help you couldn't even have an omelette with cheese at the very least.
it was all in good faith of course, of out his love for you, but damn you miss ice cream. and walnuts. and chocolate. and tea.
then there was the no alcohol. while you don't drink the way dean does (with love), it doesn't mean you wouldn't indulge in a nice glass of wine or a fruity cocktail every now and then. but now it wasn't recommended.
and yes you're a grown adult. you could just say whatever and do it anyway.
but it's sam.
it's your sam and his big pleading puppy eyes taking the time and effort to look into these things, for you. because he loves you, because he cares.
how can you brush that off? :(
still, it gets to a point.
all you've been craving for the past two weeks is a strawberry matcha latte you'd get at the family owned donut shop in town. you've been on the most annoying case, finally wrapping it up—shapeshifter hiding among snobs in a gated community. if you had to listen to one more complaint about how the gardener quit because he developed arthritis and "he should've pushed through it"...you'd assume everyone was the shifter and put belt to ass.
but anyway
a sweet treat. a fun little beverage. it's all you wanted, after fifteen days of non stop headaches. that one drink specifically.
of course, your wonderful beau had to speak up.
"so get this, tannins are especially concentrated in green tea powder, apparently a hundred and thirty seven times higher in matcha than standard green tea—"
you snap
"oh my god, sam, please I get it already—a lot of things aren't the greatest for my anemia. iron rich good, iron blockers bad. I just want to get this drink in peace."
he nods, "oh, no yeah of course honey. m'sorry."
you immediately start bawling.
how dare you snap at this sweet sweet man who is simply trying to help? you feel like an ass. he takes you into his arms gently, holding you close to him (not swaying or rocking back and forth so you wouldn't get dizzy. he rubbed soothing circles on your back though). "hey it's alright, easy. I got you."
you sniffle. "i'm sorry. that was mean, you're just being the world's nicest boyfriend. the attitude was uncalled for."
he places a gentle kiss to your forehead, before murmuring "it's okay, really. I know it's a lot, and i've been a bit of a drill sergeant about it all. I just want you to be good, and safe. if you pass out during a hunt and get hurt? i'd be beside myself."
you frown, voice congested. "I know. i'm sorry babe."
"it's okay, we're okay sweetheart."
you do end up getting your drink, at his insistence—the next day. once in a while wouldn't hurt. but all you wanted to do then was stay in the warm comfort of his loving embrace, and he was more than content to keep you close.
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⋆˙⟡ notes; ik traditional matcha isn't sweet but the one from my job is so i'm going with that 🤺 anemic baddies, pls take care of yourselves 🫂 <3
Beau headcanons...Penny for your thoughts? I lovelovelove seeing Beau appreciation!!
omg i have so many thoughts about beau!!! im so glad u asked i wasnt sure if i was gonna write on this blog or just curate lol!! also im so glad im finding so many fellow beau lovers (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)
°˖➴beau is such a gentleman, he can't help it. he's southern and his mama raised him right. all of that seeps into your relationship with him, not that you're complaining at all.
°˖➴he'll randomly buy you flowers, to make up for his long nights at the station, or just because he saw them and they made him think of you.
°˖➴beau's the kind of guy to love kissing you. not just on the lips. he'll kiss your forehead when you're having a bad day, he'll kiss your cheek when you're cuddled on the couch watching a movie, he loves walking up behind you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, especially if you're wearing a dress or a tank top that exposes your shoulder.
(can you tell i crave affection that doesn't come with the expectation of it going any further...)
°˖➴he loves it when you cook for him, but if he gets even the slightest idea that you're too tired he's immediately ordering from your favourite place and making you relax for the rest of the night.
°˖➴he remembers all of the little things about you because it's just as important to him as it is to you. he wants to be able to provide for you, to him that means knowing your favourite brand of candy, what scents give you a headache, and so many more.
°˖➴any time he sees a cute animal, a dog while on a case, a bird outside his office window, a squirrel at a crime scene, he immediately takes a picture and sends it to you. he likes sharing the good parts of the world with you.
°˖➴without saying anything he starts keeping stuff for you in his truck. lip balm, pads and tampons, bandaids, nail clippers. anything he can think of that you would need.
°˖➴he insists on paying for almost everything. if you need to buy groceries he'll leave his card for you, if you need gas he'll drive your car and fill it up himself, if you two go out to dinner he's covering the bill without even blinking. he wants you to spend money on the things that make you happy, not on necessities.
°˖➴when he doesn't have to be at the station early he loves getting to lie in bed with you. just holding you close, listening to you breathe, neither of you really needing to talk. it's his favourite thing in the world, those quiet moments.
°˖➴he loves providing for you because, whether you know it or not, you've been providing for him. you make him feel so safe and loved just by sticking with him through the long nights, the stress, the exhaustion, and all the pressure that comes with being sheriff. he knows he'd do anything for you because you just make him so damn happy.
let me know if you guys liked this i might do more!! idk (˶˃𐃷˂˶) beau is just so cute i love him
