On my hands and knees, begging with tears..!! Anything more with Sweet Girl!Reader x Soldier Boy! It’s the air I breathe, the water I drink..! Your writing is absolutely phenomenal!!
Cotton Candy and Something Like Butterflies
Part One--||--Part Two
Description: You got that teddy bear...no bears to be exact and it was all to your masked crusader. However, you weren't leaving the fair until you were his. And he was going to make sure of that.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language. Sweet, toothache cuteness
Note: This request is another fave and I love it so much. My heart yearns for sweet Soldier Boy. Also to add--some do not understand the idea of fan fiction and how you can ultimately change a bit of the character's personality to your liking. That is the entire idea of fan fiction. Yes I know Soldier Boy is as a whole-a butt, and is overall written as a terrible person. However, I like to think that in the presence of women- from what I have seen from small parts of the show, he had some potential to be super sweet to women.
Also...I can do what I want.
This is the final part to this series...if you want more...please send your requests!
The teddy bear was almost as tall as you...maybe taller. No scratch that—it was as tall as you. Your arms barely fit around its middle as you carried it awkwardly between game stalls, occasionally having to peek around the giant fuzzy head to avoid bumping into strangers. Every few steps, someone smiled and asked where you had won it. You could only laugh, cheeks hot.
"Oh, I didn’t. Someone won it for me." You had not stopped smiling since.
Ben—no, Soldier Boy, though he had asked you to call him Ben, had disappeared back into the thick of the fair after your brief, unexpected moment together. You had kept playing that in your mind.
The ring toss.
His arm around you.
That deep, rough, intoxicating voice calling you Princess.
You tried not to think too hard about the part where he patted your head like some kind of shy kitten. But also? You kind of loved it. And now, as you wandered closer to the Funhouse like he'd ask, dragging your bear and still tasting powdered sugar from a funnel cake you’d caved in and bought your heart palpitating with each step forward.
You never usually did things like this.
Waiting for a superhero.
Especially not him. Soldier Boy was legendary in... complicated ways. But for some reason, you were not nervous. You felt safe, in the weirdest, warmest way. When you rounded the corner, you saw him. He was leaning against a food cart, arms crossed over his chest, looking incredibly out of place among the pastel-colored balloons and carnival lights. His whole vibe screamed 1940s war drama, but there he was, squinting at a blue raspberry slush like it had personally offended him. You smiled. Couldn't help it.
His shoulders dropped, and his brows relaxed.
"Was starting to think you ditched me," he said, half-smirking.
"I got distracted," you said sheepishly, holding up the bear. "He's a little hard to travel with."
Ben nodded solemnly. "Yeah, he looks like trouble."
You laughed. He blinked, then looked away quickly—almost as if he was shy.
"Hungry?" He asked, gesturing to the cart beside him. "They got corndogs, and that fried Oreo thing. Not bad."
You hesitated, then gave a small nod. "A little...but not for the corndogs or the fried Oreo..."
He smiled. "Then what do you want-"
"Funnel cake." You said abruptly.
Before you could even reach for your wallet, he had already tossed a twenty on the counter. You opened your mouth to protest, but he gave you a look that shut it right down.
"I said I wanted to win you more stuff," he grunted. "Didn't say it had to be from a booth."
The vendor handed him two funnel cakes and a soda."
Ben handed them to you like he was passing along sacred treasure.
“I… thank you,” you said quietly. You were sure your face was red.
He scratched the back of his neck, looking around like he was suddenly overwhelmed by the color and noise. Then, softly, “I don’t usually do this. Talk to people.”
You blinked. “You’re… literally a public figure.”
“Yeah, and I hate it,” he muttered.
“This.” he gestured to the two of you standing awkwardly near the food cart, surrounded by laughter and neon lights, “This is different.”
Your stomach did a funny little flip. You looked down at the corndog in your hands and smiled. “I think it’s nice.”
He looked at you for a long moment. Then, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands, he shoved them into his pockets and jerked his head toward the Funhouse.
“You wanna walk?” You nodded.
The two of you wandered past spinning rides and slow-moving games. You talked a little. He asked about where you were from, and you told him. He asked if you came to the fair often, and you laughed because, really, who says that? He grumbled about the noise. You apologized like it was your fault.
“Don’t do that,” he said suddenly, stopping mid-step.
You blinked. “Do what?”
“Apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Your breath caught in your throat. “Oh. Right. Sorry—I mean, I—” He gave you a look.
You smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Got it.”
“Good girl.” Your knees nearly gave out.
At the edge of the fairgrounds, you reached the Ferris wheel. The line was short now, most of the families having cleared out. Ben eyed it skeptically.
“I don’t trust things that spin.”
“Come on,” you said softly. “It’s slow. You can see the whole fair from the top.”
He hesitated, glancing at the creaky metal frame like it was going to launch him into orbit. You bumped your shoulder gently into his arm.
“Scared?” you teased.
His head snapped toward you. “I’m a war hero, sweetheart. I don’t get scared.”
“Then ride the Ferris wheel with me.”
He stared at you a moment longer. Then sighed, dramatically.
“Fine. But if we die, I’m blaming you.”
The Ferris wheel groaned as it started to move. The two of you sat side by side in the little metal carriage, the teddy bear wedged awkwardly between your knees. The higher you rose, the more the noise of the fair began to fall away. You weren’t afraid of heights, but the moment felt fragile somehow, like if you spoke too loudly, it might disappear.
Ben shifted beside you, the bench creaking under his weight.
“You’re different,” he said suddenly.
You looked at him, surprised.
“Most people… look at me like I’m a freak. Or like I owe ‘em something.”
“I don’t think you’re a freak,” you said quietly.
He studied you, green eyes a little too honest in the dim lights.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s the problem.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. But your hand, without thinking, reached across the space between you and gently touched his. He froze. Then slowly—so slowly—you felt his fingers wrap around yours. When the Ferris wheel reached the very top, you looked out.
Stars. Lights. The glowing cotton candy sky of the fair beneath your feet.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.
“Yeah,” Ben said beside you. “It is.”
You turned to look at him and found that he wasn’t looking at the lights. He was looking at you. The wind was gentle this high up. It tugged at your hair, carrying with it the smell of sugar, fried food, and salt air. Below, the lights of the fair twinkled like stars strewn across earth instead of sky. And still, he was looking at you.
Ben wasn’t grinning. He wasn’t smirking. He wasn’t flexing for attention or cracking a joke. His green eyes were steady, focused. You looked away first.
“People must tell you you’re charming all the time,” you said softly, trying to break the weight of it. “Even if you pretend, you’re not.”
Ben’s brows lifted slightly. “They mostly tell me I’m a jackass.”
You smiled. “That too.”
He gave a breath of a laugh—quiet and genuine. And then he said it, voice low enough it might have gotten carried off by the wind if you hadn’t been listening so closely:
“You make me feel like I ain’t some… relic.”
You turned toward him slowly. He was still watching you, but now, his gaze had dropped to your hand, where his fingers still lightly curled around yours.
“I don’t know what I’m doin’ here,” he said, voice rougher now, more vulnerable. “I don’t date. I don’t… try with people. But you—”
“I didn’t ask you to try,” you said, gently.
“No,” he agreed. “You didn’t have to.”
Your heart thudded hard against your ribs. The Ferris wheel gave a quiet groan as it reached the very top and paused, the ride halting for a moment like it knew what was happening. Ben leaned a little closer. Not sudden. Not demanding. Just… close. His shoulder brushing yours, his eyes searching your face like he was still trying to figure out if this was real or something cooked up in a coma-dream from the ‘80s.
And then, as soft as a whisper: “Can I kiss you?”
You nodded.
He leaned in.
And the kiss—wasn't what you expected. Not from Soldier Boy. It wasn’t messy or rough or rushed. It was gentle. Warm. Careful. Like you were something he wasn’t used to having but suddenly wasn’t ready to let go of. You kissed him back. And when he pulled away just a few inches, still close enough for you to feel his breath, his voice was quiet:
“You got a little powdered sugar on your lip.”
You smiled. “You could’ve just said you wanted a second kiss.”
Ben smirked. “I always want a second kiss.”
You wandered back toward the edge of the fair sometime later, the teddy bear trailing behind you in Ben’s arms now. He carried it like it was a shield, one arm slung around its belly and the other casually brushing against yours whenever your hands got too close.
“I still say it should be named after me,” he said.
You raised a brow. “We agreed on Benny. It’s a compromise.”
He grunted. “I gave you Homelander the dragon. You owe me naming rights.”
You reached into the little paper tray of leftover funnel cake and plucked one, holding it up like a peace offering.
“Call it even?”
Ben stared at the cake again, like it had personally wronged him, then leaned down and bit it out of your hand.
You squeaked, laughing. “You’re such a menace.”
“And you like it,” he said, crumbs on his mouth.
You did.
Maybe too much.
When you reached the parking lot at the far edge of the fairgrounds, the lights behind you shimmered in the night like the whole place was fading into a dream. Ben shifted the bear into one arm and turned to face you. “Where’s your car?”
You pointed a little ways down.
He nodded. “I’ll walk you.”
You didn’t argue.
At your car, it got quiet again. Not awkward. Just… soft.
Ben shifted on his feet, suddenly unsure of himself in a way you wouldn’t have believed earlier.
You reached for the bear—but he didn’t let go right away.
“What?” you asked, tilting your head.
He shrugged. “I just… I dunno.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” you whispered. “Tonight was already more than I expected.”
“I don’t want it to be the last one,” he said, blunt and honest.
You blinked up at him. “It doesn’t have to be.”
Ben gave a slow nod. Then reached into his back pocket, pulled out a pen, and—oh, God—scribbled his number on your wrist.
You laughed. “Very romantic.”
“It’s the only thing I remember how to do from the ‘80s. That and roller disco.”
You looked down at the number. He hadn’t even written “Soldier Boy.” He wrote Ben.
He watched your face, then leaned in and pressed one last kiss—shorter this time—to your forehead.
“Call me when you get home.”
“I will.”
He gave the bear one last pat on the head, handed it over to you gently, and stepped back.
“Night, Princess.”
“Night, Ben.”
You watched him walk away, boots crunching gravel, arms swinging loose at his sides like he didn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders anymore. Maybe just the weight of one very happy girl and a bear named after himself. And you knew, deep down, that you were going to be thinking about this night and that kiss—for a long, long time.
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