The Fantastic Four were all gathered in the common room for a quiet movie night—Reed had picked a documentary on quantum physics (of course), Sue was curled up with a blanket, and Johnny was half-watching while texting. Ben Grimm, exhausted from a long day of missions and lab work, sank into the couch, finally able to relax. And you? Well, you weren’t about to let him relax alone. You practically pounced onto his lap the second he sat down, draping your arms around his broad, rocky shoulders. “Finally… my Ben,” you purred, pressing close. “I missed you. You’re mine all mine.” Ben groaned, a mix of exasperation and fondness in his voice. “come on… we’re tryin’ to watch a movie here…” You tilted your head, giving him a playful smirk. “I am watching the movie… just… from a better angle.” You snuggled closer, resting your head against his chest. Johnny, sitting nearby, raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Well… somebody’s being… aggressive.” Sue groaned softly, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, you two are ridiculous.” Reed, not looking up from the documentary, muttered, “Just… try not to crush him.” Ben sighed, massaging your back gently. “You’re… lucky I love you, that’s all I’m sayin’…” You.” “Yeah, yeah,” he said with a resigned smile, looking around at his friends. “They don’t get it. But you… you’re mine, huh?”