Fandom: Falling Skies Pairing: Ben Mason X Reader Word Count: 1,162 Prompt: Can he be super protective and possessive and she’s like Pope’s daughter and he hates them being together but will suffer through it cause it makes her happy? And like Pope goes up to Tom and just “guess we’re family now”. Hope you like it, nonnie!! Loosely based off the song Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra because I didn’t know how to fully base it off that. ((:
Little do you know I need a little more time
“Hey,” Ben said, and you could hear the smile on his face as his arms wound around your waist. You grinned when he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, turning around in his hold and wrapping your arms around his neck.
You leaned forward and tilted your head to the side, gently letting your lips meet his.
Ben kissed you back, his lips moving and melding like they were made for yours. You pulled away after a moment and pressed one more kiss to the corner of his mouth before hefting your gun a little higher on your shoulder.
“What was that for?” Ben asked curiously, letting his eyes flick open as he raised an eyebrow at you.
You shrugged. “I like you, a lot, and I really like kissing you.” You answered, choosing your words carefully.
You had been with each other for almost two years (when you first met him, you absolutely hated him because your father did and he pushed his views on you, but then you started talking to Ben and you realized that he was brave and smart and amazing) but neither of you had said the l-word yet. It was a big deal for you, and in the beginning, you had wanted to make sure that you really did love him before you told him.
Now, you knew that you loved him, but you were trying to wait to tell him until the moment was right (you didn’t know when that moment would happen, you couldn’t exactly have candlelit dinners during an alien invasion, but you wanted to tell him in a way that was at least a little romantic).
Ben smiled widely, and before you could protest, he had wrapped his arms around you, lifted you into the air, and spun you around.
“B-ben!” You barely managed to get the words out in between loud, bright bursts of laughter. “Put me down!”
Ben shook his head and pressed his forehead to yours. “Never.”
He stopped spinning you at least, but he still kept you firmly in his arms. His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips, and lingered there for a moment before he brought his gaze back to your eyes.
“__y/n__, I-” Whatever Ben was about to say got cut off when your father stomped over, ripped you out of Ben’s arms, and stood in front of you, blocking you from Ben’s view.
“You stay away from her, you god damn razorback!” Pope said harshly, and even you were surprised at the cruel word choice. You thought your father had been warming up to Ben, but apparently you were wrong.
“Dad!” You said in disbelief, glaring at the back of your father’s head.
Ben shot you an apologetic glance before holding his hands up placatingly. “Sorry, sir. I’ll leave.”
“Damn right, you will.” Pope sneered, and you felt the ridiculous urge to punch your father right in the face. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the nearest tent, which you were relived to see was empty. Neither of you noticed that Ben hadn’t actually left like he said he was going to. Instead, he was standing a few feet away from the tattered tent and trying to figure out if he should go inside.
Ben looked at the tent flap warily as the yelling started.
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“God damn it, will you let me talk for two fucking minutes?” You bit out, crossing your arms and glowering at your father.
“Fine, talk. Tell me all about how you’re in love with the freak.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. “I thought you liked Ben!”
He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “No, I was being civil to him. I still don’t like him.”
You tossed your hands into the air. “What is your problem with him? He’s nice, he’s smart, he’s brave, what more do you want?”
“He’s an alien, __y/n__! What if he snaps someday and he hurts you? How would I be able to live with myself if you died?”
Your eyes softened slightly. “First off, he’s not an alien. He got harnessed, yes, but he’s not an alien and I don’t want you to ever even think that he is. Secondly, he’s not going to hurt me. Have you not noticed that he’s always doing everything in his power to keep me safe? He doesn’t want me to get hurt anymore than you do. Finally, dad, I love you, but you can’t stop me from dating Ben. I love him, okay? He’s not gonna ‘snap’, he would never hurt me, and he is most certainly not going to kill me.”
“But-”
“No buts. I’m not a little girl anymore. You can’t keep choosing who I hang out with. Ben has put himself in danger more times than I can count to keep me safe, and if that means nothing to you, that’s your problem. I love him. And nothing you can say will change my mind.”
You stormed out of the tent without giving him a chance to respond, and you blinked in surprise when Ben’s arms were instantly around you and his lips were crushed against yours in a bruising kiss.
“I love you too.” Ben murmured, breaking the kiss just long enough to utter those words before his mouth was back on yours. You smiled into the kiss, winding your arms around his neck and kissing him back just as fiercely. You tried to convey just how much you loved him, and Ben could feel it. It was definitely the most passionate kiss you had ever shared, and you couldn’t help your smile from widening when you broke the kiss and noticed that Ben’s breathing was as labored as yours.
“I love you.” You whispered, pressing one more kiss to his lips before continuing. “I know you already know, but I’ve been waiting so long to say that and oh my god it feels amazing.”
Ben’s answering smile was soft and gentle, and you thought your heart was going to burst. “Can’t be as amazing as you.” Ben said, and you couldn’t help the laugh from bubbling out of your throat.
“You’re such a dork, oh god.” You mumbled, and Ben shot you an affronted look. “But you’re my dork,” You remedied and kissed away the frown that made its way onto his face. “And I love you. A lot.”
Ben slowly let his frown blossom into a smile. “I love you a lot, too.”
Your hand twined with Ben’s, and you rested your head on his shoulder as you walked away, completely unaware of your father who had exited the tent and was smiling ever-so-slightly at the two of you.
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Tom was more than a little confused when later that day Pope walked up to him, clapped him on the shoulder, said “I guess we’re family now, huh?”, and strolled off without another word.
Lay your head on me So lay your head on me ‘Cause little do you know I love you till the sun dies
If Peter in glasses wasn’t your demise just imagine this: Peter Maximoff with glasses owning a book store
-He owns a cute, small bookstore in the quiet, downtown area where you live
-He doesn’t have much customers because most people just go to Barnes & Nobles, but he does have a quiet few regulars who keep him in business
-Most of them are elderly folk but a few of them are young, including yourself
-You love his little store so much & he always has the best books & comics
-You also love him, but he doesn’t know that
-Picture this: walking into the store & seeing Peter by the register, his glasses down his nose as his eyes devour a book on the counter, his silver hair messy
-He looks up when he hears you open the door & gives you a cute smile as he pushes his glasses back up his nose
-“Hi, welcome to the Silver Linings Bookstore!”
-He just looks so warm & soft & you want to hug him & kiss his stupid face
-He’s constantly adding new books & comics to his store, which he loves to organize & stack himself
-He just wheels around one of those little portable, metal shelves filled with books (like the ones libraries have when they’re stacking books), stacking & organizing books while he has his Walkman blasting Pink Floyd or RUSH a little too loudly
-Sometimes, he sings the lyrics under his breath
-You always lowkey watch him when he does this because he looks so precious
-Although he’s quite shy, he gladly helps anyone who asks
-“Can you help me find this book?”
-“Of course! What is it? Oh man I LOVE that book let me tell you”
-He gets so excited because the books he helps people find are almost always his favorites
-He also lowkey likes that people actually talk to him & ask for his help because it makes him feel needed & appreciated
-The first time you guys officially had a conversation was when you asked him if he had a new book in that you were looking for
-He did & he already read it & proceeded to tell you how great it was (without spoiling it for you)
-“And then after that, they have to go on this huge journey & it’s a metaphorical representation for self-discovery & acceptance & it’s so gOOD the author is genius I swear”
-He was so excited & he was using his hands a lot as he spoke
-He knocked over a few things from moving his hands so quickly & excitedly, blushing as you laughed & helped him pick up everything
-You guys ended up talking for an hour before he actually found the book for you
-Peter finding books is so adorable to watch
-He would gently brush his finger across every book spine on the shelf, mumbling the titles & authors to himself as he searched for the book you or someone else requested
-When he’s really concentrating, he’ll furrow his eyebrows & bit his lip a little, not realizing his glasses are legit about to fall off his face
-When he finds it, his eyes would light up & he’d smile as he exclaimed “Ah-ha!” & gently pulled the book off the shelf
-Flustered soft Peter with glasses having problems with his cash register is the cUTEST
-His hair is flopping in his face, his glasses keep slipping, & he just pouts as he tries to fix it
-That damn thing is older than your grandfather, so it’s no wonder he always has trouble with it
-It’s always getting stuck, preventing him from returning change
-He really needs to get a new one but he’s too stingy to
-He also lowkey really loves the thing because it’s vintage & Peter loves anything vintage
-He eventually gets it open & is able to return the change
-Pretty soon, you stopped by every weekend, even if you weren’t going to purchase something, just to get to see him & talk to him
-Peter always smiled the brightest when he saw you walk in the door
-You two naturally worked out a schedule where you always came at a certain time (usually his break time)
-One time, you showed up & his mom was there instead of him
-You were really sad, but once his mother informed you he was sick you instantly wished you could help him feel better
-He left you a bookmark he made you & a couple of cookies his mom baked earlier that day as an apology for not being there for your designated meeting time
-You almost cried because he’s so cute & sweet
-When he came back the following week, his nose was all red, his voice was stuffy, the bags under his eyes were larger, his hair was a mess, his glasses kept falling down his nose, & he kept sniffling, but he was feeling a lot better
-Thankfully, he was no longer contagious & you pulled him into a hard hug, telling him how much you missed him & hoped he was feeling better
-He was so shocked that you actually hugged him & missed that he blushed so haRD
-Peter is also really creative & artistic
-Besides bookmarks, he makes a lot of cool & weird things, especially for you
-He makes A TON of cute gifts for you
-Your favorite one is this super cute bracelet he made you out of papers he ripped out from old books
-It’s legit the coolest thing ever & he loves that you love it
-It’s pretty clear you guys dig each other, but neither of you say anything about it
-Peter tried to so many times, but he flusters himself & can’t get the words out
-That changes the next time you come into the store
-You needed some books for your Psychology report about emotions & Peter was happy to help
-He kept getting distracted, though, because you were so close to him that he could smell your shampoo & poor sweet baby boy likes you so much he can’t help himself
-You notice his nervousness & flash him a genuine smile to reassure him & he just m e l t s
-He remembers that he made you another gift as you grab the books you need
-He shyly pulls out this adorable little silver book charm he made for your bracelet
-You were so overwhelmed because I mean honestly this sweet little soft silver cinnamon roll is too damn much
-You drop all your books & grab his shirt collar & pull him down to your height & kiss him right then & there, between Darwin & Freud
-He’s so shocked & he blushes a little but he gladly returns the kiss
-When you pull away, his eyes are still closed & he breaks out into a huge smile as he pushes his glasses up his nose before opening his eyes
-“Is your report about love? Because I think I can definitely help with that, considering I’m falling for you”
-You just kiss him again
-After that, you come by almost daily because you’re dating the precious silver-haired bookstore owner
-This boy is the most affectionate boyfriend in existence
-He loves hugs, especially yours, so now you always greet him with lots of hugs
-Every time you hug, he wraps his arms around your waist, sets his chin down on your shoulder, pulls you into his chest, & buries his face in your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your collarbone & stares at the ground behind you, his glasses smudging slightly from coming into contact with your skin
-He could hold you like that forever & he would, given the option
-Now his kisses oh b o y
-He does this thing where whenever he wants to kiss you, he chew on his thumb nail & watch your mouth move as you talk
-When you realize he’s not paying attention, you’ll playfully scold him but he’s still just watching your mouth move
-Then, he’ll apprehensively lean in & hesitantly press his lips against yours
-His kisses are always so gentle & needy
-It doesn’t take long for him to get greedy over your affection & pretty soon, he’s just hugging & kissing you & holding your hand all the time
-He LOVES holding your hand because he can do it whenever he wants to
-He has a firm grip, as if he’s worried you’ll disappear if he holds your hand too loosely
-He still handmakes you gifts all the time for no reason
-“I made you something!”
-“Aw again? Peter, you just made me something yesterday for getting an A on my report”
-“Well, this one’s for being awesome”
-He used to tell you dumb pick-up lines before you started dating, but now he tells you even more
-They’re always nerdy and/or book related
-“Hey babe, are you librarian? Because you sure know how to organize the books of my heart”
-“PeTER that was so stuPID come here you”
-Peter! Loves! Reading! To! You!
-You love listening to his voice, especially when he’s reading a good book or poem outloud to you
-Whenever you spend the night with him or he with you, he always something readable handy so he can read it to you
-He also loves it when you read to him
-He just loves you honestly
Dedicated to @v-writings & that poor shaking anon. Hope you’re okay friend & that these little head canons make you feel better! 💚
why do so many “icarus and the sun” artworks and stories portray the sun as a woman? do y’all know who controlled the sun? apollo. icarus is gay as fuck, y’all.
Sometimes it was helios, not Apollo. Icarus was still gay as fuck
“Icarus we just escaped prison don’t ruin it by flying too close to the sun”
[Icarus already fucking launching himself across the sky for the sake of some godly dick]
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