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jungle-angel · 1 year

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Cold House (Ben Mears x Reader)

Summary: When the heat goes out, crazy ideas ensue

Tagging: @nobody7102

Ben adjusted his glasses before he flipped the page in the book he had been reading, his feet rubbing together to warm his socks. It had been a day.....God it had been a fucking day. He had spent the better part of the day with the others on a “wake and stake”, only to come home and find that Randy had wreaked utter havoc on the babysitter who had watched him during the day. There hadn’t even been any time for him to work on his book.

A loud, clattering *BANG!* startled him from his trancelike state. “Oh shit,” he muttered before whipping his glasses off and lazily placing them on the bed.

Ben skidded down the hall, only to be met by Randy and his funny little waddle-run, his Spiderman blanket pulled tight around his shoulders. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!”

“Little man, we will discuss that bad language later,” Ben told him, the urgency in his voice evident as he headed down the stairs.

Ben practically jumped the last step when he heard annoyed shouts coming from the basement, the lights on and the stairwell bright and the voices loud and clear.

“Nolly you fucking knucklehead!!! What did you do?!”

“I didn’t do shit!!!”

“Well obviously you did something, otherwise this fuckin clunker would still be working!!”

Ben went down a few steps and saw Mike Ryerson, Jimmy Cody, Nolly Gardener and Parkins Gillespie all gathered around the old clunker of a furnace, trying to fix it. “Goddamn fuckin HVAC guys telling us this was better for the basement,” Parkins fumed. “Mike gimme a light, will ya?”

“You guys need help?”

“Yeah any idea where (y/n) is?” Parkins asked. “She knows this shit like the back of her hand.”

“I’ll go and get her.”

Ben traipsed into the kitchen to check the little dry-erase board with everyone’s hunting schedules. Ben’s eyes trailed down the list of names, looking for that of his wife, (Y/n). Royal Snow and Hank Peters were still out on a hunt along with Corey Bryant and Bonnie Sawyer and Matt Burke would be back within the next ten to fifteen minutes.

You came in through the door just a moment later, kicking off your boots before throwing your arms around Ben’s waist, kissing his cheeks and his dark blonde hair. “Holy shit,” you remarked.

“What?” Ben asked you.

“It’s friggin freezing in here.”

Ben hadn’t even noticed until it finally hit him, the cold running through him until goosebumps began to form on his arms and legs. Another sound reached his ears and the realization hit him like a kick in the teeth. “Shit,” he hissed under his breath.

Ben darted back up the stairs and grabbed his dark blue hoodie off his bed and throwing it on over his open grey button-down and white-beater, the squeaky little cries wrenching his heart as he hurried down the hall to the room at the end.

He entered the room where the cries became clear as day, the little fairy tale scenes painted on the walls while the wooden crib that had been pushed against one side of the room. Ben switched on the light in the windowless room and found yours and his son, Sean, wide awake with his tiny little fists beating the air.

And the room was even colder than the rest of the house.

“Ok buddy, ok,” Ben said as he lifted Baby Sean out of his crib and into his arms, cradling him against his chest. “Oh you’re so cold.”

Ben’s pencil thin lips brushed against the thin tufts of hair on Sean’s delicate little head as the baby shook and trembled, almost like Randy when he had first arrived at the house before being adopted by you and Ben. “Shhhhh, it’s ok Sean,” Ben murmured as his breath warmed his son’s head. “Daddy’s got you....Daddy will keep you warm.”

Ben sighed with annoyance when he realized that the baby wrap you often used was in the laundry. Sure, Sean’s little knit blanket that Eva Miller and Mabel Werts had made him would be ok, but there was no way in hell Ben was going to wreck it that way.

“Guess I’ll make do with what I’ve got,” he sighed.

He wrapped part of his hoodie around Sean before zipping him right up inside and grabbing his favorite little stuffie off the top shelf above the dresser. Awkward as it was, Ben didn’t give a single shit about what anybody thought. All that mattered to him was keeping Sean warm.

“C’mon bud,” he said. “Let’s go see Momma.”

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“Ok I think I’ve got it,” you said, straining as you tried to turn the wrench one more time. “Mike flip the switch.”

Mike Ryerson flipped the switch on the circuit breaker. “Alright, breaker is a go,” he replied.

You tried one last time but nothing. The furnace was totally conked out. “Alright, shut it off,” you told him. “We’ll get the fireplaces and the woodstoves going for the night.”

You headed back upstairs with the others and into the living room, loading the woodstove with as much wood as it could hold before lighting it. Every fireplace in the house was lit and soon it was as warm as could possibly be. You turned to the window to see the snow falling like heavy rain outside, when something else caught your attention.

“Ben?” you chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Baby was freezing so I wrapped him up.”

Ben partially unzipped his hoodie when you saw Sean’s little head resting against Ben’s chest, sucking away on his blue and yellow pacifier and clutching something in his hand.

You laughed and melted all at once as you promptly took a picture of the scene before you and captioned it. The door opened and shut with Matt Burke trailing in from the snowstorm with Corey and Bonnie not far behind him.

“The hell happened while we were out?” Matt asked.

“Heat went out,” you told him.

“Is that why he’s got the baby in his sweatshirt?”

“Yep,” you said, showing Matt the picture that was captioned Daddy Bat and His Little Pup.

Sean lifted his little head, his stuffie still clutched in his hand. You were practically squealing on the inside when you realized which one it was, a little bat stuffie that had come with the book “Stellaluna”, a book Ben read to Randy nearly every night and had insisted on reading to Sean when he would grow older.

You and Ben made yourselves comfortable on the sofa in the living room while Parkins grabbed the kitchen phone off the wall and went down to the basement to have it out with an HVAC repairman. You and Ben scooted closer together, your foreheads touching and the warmth of the woodstove made its way into the blanket that covered you and Sean.

And you couldn’t think of a better way to spend a night like that.

#salem's lot #ben mears #ben mears x reader #matt burke #mark petrie #randy mcdougall #parkins gillespie #nolly gardener #mike ryerson #royal snow #hank peters #eva miller #mabel werts #jimmy cody

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grendel-menz · 1 year

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rough metal gear au ideas where they're just ranchers and not doing all that other stuff

#art #my art #digital art #fan art #mgs #metal gear solid #mgs au #solid snake #big boss #revolver ocelot #kazuhira miller #mgs eva #mgs boss #paz ortega andrade

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sanity-dance · 1 month

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Mgs characters in terms of cuntiness

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qoppybirdie · 2 months

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Eva in the late 70s- Early 80s idfk!!! im on my 9 year gap shit again

also there is no way Ocelot is completely normal in his 30-40s. How can you repress da freak in you… I headcanon he lets loose when he’s alone or with Eva

#mgs #metal gear solid #metal gear #metal gear solid fanart #metal gear fanart #kazuhira miller #revolver ocelot #mgs eva #eva mgs #qopphy art #is there an official name for like #the 9year gap #i cant keep saying that whole thing can i

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biibopping · 3 months

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barely drawing recently cus all i do is play fortnite and ###### ## #######

#metal gear solid #kazuhira miller #eva mgs #raiden mgs #raidens always in a situation in my brain just forever on the hamster wheel of agony

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dusketo · 11 months

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I was compelled to draw these 3 in southeast asia

I like to think eva started cutting her hair while in hanoi :]

#ocelhira can honestly be anywhere in sea but I had northeastern thailand in mind #mgs #dusk art #metal gear solid #eva mgs #kazuhira miller #revolver ocelot #ocelhira

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ind0mitablesw0rdsmen · 1 year

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no art worth posting as of recently so your getting textposts

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puphound · 6 months

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vkaz and some redraws of older stuff

#mgs #vkaz #kazuhira miller #venom snake #eva mgs

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hylaversicolor · 5 months

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#i have had SUCH bad artblock recently it's unreal. i'm drawing every day cus it's december but it's like pulling teeth lol #scribble #mgs #kazuhira miller #eva #revolver ocelot #ocelhira

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velveys · 8 months

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We Need to Talk About Kevin (2011)

#tilda swinton #eva khatchadourian #ezra miller #kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #film #text #2011 #2010s

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gt-icons · 5 months

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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Bless this House (Ben Mears x Reader)

Summary: You and Mr. Mears can live with the craziness of the coven house. Besides, it’s what makes life worth living

A tan Buick pulled to a stop in the driveway of the huge Victorian monstrosity that overlooked one of the more secluded streets away from Jointner Avenue, the snow beginning to fall as the storm began to roll in.

“Alright you little cockroaches,” Jimmy Cody chuckled. “Get outta my car!”

Ben, Corey Bryant and Mike Ryerson practically jumped out of the vehicle, rushing up the steps of the porch and to the front door where you opened it for them, rushing them in before they kicked off their boots near the shoe rack that never seemed to stop growing.

“Couch?” Ben managed to say between his chattering teeth.

“You took the words out of my mouth,” you answered.

“Oh I’ll be taking alot more out of your mouth than just words hon,” Ben teased.

You felt him pinch your ass, letting out a squeal as you chased him straight to the living room. The two of you dove right into the big sectional when the sound of little feet on the stairs had interrupted you along with the sound of an oven timer going off.

“Momma, Dada home?!” Randy practically shrieked.

“Yes buddy, Dada home,” you half laughed.

Randy came running into the living room with his blue blanket in one hand and his little moose stuffie in the other hand. Mark Petrie was the last in through the door, making some rude and obnoxious noise before Bonnie and Eva’s voices were heard, ordering him to stop tracking snow in through the door.

Ben laughed as he picked Randy up off the ground and into his arms, blowing raspberries on Randy’s cold little cheeks and throwing the two year old into a fit of side-splitting laughter.

“C’mon little man, you’ve gotta be cold,” Ben said.

The three of you piled on the couch, Randy in front, you behind him and Ben’s chest flush against your back. The fire crackled away in the fireplace, its heat filling the entire room while the lights from the Christmas tree added to the dim soft glow.

You, Ben and Randy didn’t even bother to eat dinner, though Bonnie had gone to unbelievable pains to cook the pot roast that had been slow cooking in the oven all day. Ben lived for moments like this when it was just you, him and Randy or you, him, Randy and Mark all together. Sure, you and Bonnie often went out on an all girls hunt or sometimes it was just Ben and the guys, but it was these moments of closeness that made life worth living.

Everybody ate and turned in early, retreating to their rooms or going about their business before Father Callaghan was the last person to enter the house for the night, choosing to make himself comfortable in the old rocker as he lit the pipe that Mrs. Curless had given him for Christmas the previous year.

“Anything eventful happen while I was out?” Father Callaghan enquired.

“Nothing really worth repeating with little ears in the room,” Ben chuckled.

“Anything at your end?” you asked.

“It’s all the same to me (Y/n)” the priest answered. “Nothing overly interesting, but nothing overly worrisome either.”

You and Ben looked at each other as Randy snored away. You both hadn’t had a peaceful night like this in a long time, not since the summer or fall when every night felt like there was one hunt after another. But when winter came, it meant that you could have a few months to yourselves and to just enjoy each other.

As soon as Father Callaghan had finished his pipe, he spilled the ashes into Parkins’s ashtray on the endtable before retreating upstairs to his room. You and Ben decided to turn in yourselves, Ben carefully picking a sleepy Randy up before bringing him upstairs to the room across from yours and putting him in his bed, pulling the warm covers over him and kissing his head.

Ben pulled you close and put his arm around your waist, leading you into the room before the two of you fell into bed with the heat rising up from the living room. You felt Ben burying his face in the curve of your neck, the room completely dark and perfect to watch the snow fall.

“Can’t believe it’s December already,” you sighed.

“Mmmmh,” Ben hummed sleepily. “Randy will be three in February.”

“And in May Bonnie and Corey are getting married.”

“So won’t Mike, Jimmy and their girlfriends.”

You laughed at remembering all the nights Father Callaghan had been steaming about the three couples under the roof, griping about how they had picked the perfect opportunity to drop the news on him.

You purred as his warm hands ran along your body, the two of you `snug under the duvet as you fell asleep to the snow outside. “Goodnight Mrs. Mears,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight Mr. Mears,” you teased, scratching his chin.

#salem's lot #ben mears #ben mears x reader #bonnie sawyer #corey bryant #jimmy cody #mike ryerson #eva miller #parkins gillespie #father callaghan

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jilldrawblog · 2 months

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Part one of MGS character magazine covers! A project collab between myself, @bosstoaster @sir-yeehaw-paws and @lobosfoodbowl, without them this wouldn't exist and definitely would have been finished ❤️

Part 2 here

#metal gear solid #kazuhira miller #paramedic #revolver ocelot #otacon #mei ling mgs #sunny emmerich #solid snake #liquid snake #eva #gray fox #jillart

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zeeckz · 1 day

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