Bob the Tomato x Ben Shapiro x Reader

Chapter 4

Finally, as night fell, you felt yourself change. Your muscles tightened the pain in your head ceased, but most importantly the feeling of fear faded as well. Those stupid things, emotions, that the day version of you felt were annoying and didn't seem to do either of your any good. Ben was asleep next to you, and you shake him awake.

"Ben," you growl, jolting him awake. He jumps to his feet immediately.

"Hey, y/n, we're in the panic room of a burning building. We had to wait until night because the other you would've gotten in the way."

"Got it," you say, springing into a double backflip. You open the panic room door and see smoldering ashes around you. The entire place had burned, the panic room the only thing still standing. "Ben darling, it's clear."

Ben follows you through the door, looking around the wreckage. He looks as if he's about to cry as he picks up a burning picture frame.

Ugh, you think. Emotions. You grab him by the throat, knocking the frame from his hand. "Listen," you snarl, pressing him to the wall of the panic room. "Cut it out. We want to get out of this alive, and you know someone set that fire. We have to be on the look out. Besides," you eye him carefully, "you should be a man, no whimpering."

He nods as much as he can with your hand at his throat, a look of fear and arousal in his orbs of sight. You lean into his face and steal a kiss from him, hungry and passionate.

Suddenly there's movement behind you, and you drop Ben to the ground.

Two figures dressed in black approach you, but before you can ask what they want your primal instincts kick in. You lunge to one of them, ripping off his arm in raw strength, and use it to choke the other. Once they're both dead you run, the thrill of adrenaline and power still coursing through you.

"Ben!" You shout, signaling him to follow.

"Where are we going y/n?" he calls, panting as he tries to keep up with you.

"We'll skip town, find a nice motel. Don't worry." You smirk as you run, not able to wait for the fun you'll have with him once you're alone and safe.

Maybe you'd invite Bob as well... pain sears through your chest and you fall suddenly. Bob, I can't believe he's gone. You fall, scraping your wrist on the ground. Stupid emotions.

"Y/n!" Ben screams, leaning next to you. He raises your wounded arm, shuddering as he does so, but you don't know why. "Come on, let's find a place to rest. We can run tomorrow night, maybe even make some progress when it's day you. She won't remember anything anyway."

You nod, grateful for him as he carries you to safety. You may dominate him, but he's still your hero every once in a while.

You know the people at Wicklow, the organization that gave you your powers, won't be happy about this, but you'll have to deal with it later. For now, you melt into the warm embrace of Ben Shapiro.