Am I upset about how the TWD writers just killed off the potential badass storylines and character arcs of all my favorite characters??? No. What gave anyone that impression? *Sobs* in Carl, Henry, Enid, Beth, and Benjamin deserved better
Requested by @fangirlbitch02: Could you write something with Benny? Anything really, he doesn’t have enough love!
Reader Gender: Female
Summary: Benjamin goofs up while trying to impress the reader with his aikido skills and he thinks he might just die of embarrassment— but it’s a good thing she’s there to be nice about it.
Warnings: None, really. Benny boy is a simp, fluff, mild anxious thoughts.
A/n: Benjamin is a dork and I’m happy to write for his dorky self. My friend @taejoonstars peer pressured me into writing, so you have her to thank.
Word Count: 300+
Benjamin sits in your shared apartment, eyes closed and head aching; the sound of the staff thwacking against his skull echoes through his mind, and he could just die of embarrassment.
It didn’t help that you were there, poorly hiding your snickering while cracking an ice pack for him.
All the boy wanted to do was impress you, show you that he was tough and that he learned some of this super cool martial art form, but that had backfired incredibly. Were people still laughing at him outside? Are you as flustered as he is? Was Morgan going to continue training him?
“Here, Dana said if you ice it long enough there shouldn’t be too much of a bump.”
Benjamin reluctantly opens his eyes and takes the pack from you. You sit down beside him as he holds the ice pack to his forehead and pouts; you smile at him.
“Stop it.” He groans half heartedly, turning his head away.
“Stop what?”
“Making fun of me.”
“I didn’t say anything.” You defend, voice light.
“But you’re looking at me.”
You laugh again, wrapping your arms around him and pressing a chaste kiss to his face.
“You’re pretty. I like looking at pretty things.”
His face burns redder than it was before, and his free arm wraps around you slowly. You stifle your teasing in favor of resting your head on him, humming softly and rubbing circles on his shoulder with your thumb.
A short while later, when the ice pack has melted past the point of being any help, he removes it and looks at you expectantly.
“So?”
“Aw it’s only a little bump— you’re going to be fine.”
Benjamin wasn’t sure he was going to ever recover from the embarrassment, but he sure appreciates the sentiment and let’s you cover his face with ‘healing’ kisses.
