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reverse dating tropes w hsr men!
in which â what the title suggests / those classic fanfic tropes but with a twist
featuring â boothill, jing yuan, blade (separately) x gn!reader
â§.* â wc: total 1.5k, used up half my brain for this (the other half is for pt2 w aven sunday geppie!!), lovesick boothill + clingy jy + jealous blade fr, anyway pls enjoy! reblogs r appreciated <3
gepard aven sunday vers here!
boothill ê© .á
love at many sights with boothill whose memory card was tinkered with, and every time you meet, he thinks he's seeing you for the first time, so he falls for you over and over again.Â
when boothill returned from a dangerous mission, it was evident that he had endured significant damage. his once sleek and polished exterior was now marred by dents and scratches, and his mechanical limbs were either partially missing or severely damaged. the exposed wiring, usually neatly tucked away beneath scraps of metals, now hung in tangled strands, sparking occasionally with residual energy.
he looked barely salvageable. it's safe to say that the mechanics had a hell of a time fixing him.
though they were skilled enough to piece him back together, his memory card wasnât as lucky. a tinkering in his system left him incapable of recalling or retaining information in his synthetic brain, temporarily âleaving the mechanics scrambling to find a solution.
weeks later, you find yourself walking down the familiar corridors of the laboratory where your favourite cyborg is being held for reparation.
boothillâs eyes immediately land on yours when you enter the lab. âwell ainât this a surprise! havenât seen ya in a good long while.â boothill drawls, tipping his hat your way, his voice carrying a metallic twang.Â
"i heard you took a bit of a tumble, figured someone should come make sure you didnât lose all your screws." you shrug nonchalantly, a smirk playing on your lips.
boothill's eyes flicker for a moment, taking in the curve forming on your lips. he thinks youâre adorable with that infectious smile of yours.Â
âheh, nothinâ bad, just had a r-r-run in with some cuties" he says, failing to hide the glitch that caused his voice to stutter. (and that damn synesthesia beacon! he swears heâll get it fixed this time aroundâŠ)
âguess you took more than a tumble huh...â you lean casually against the workbench, the sterile scent of machinery and the hum of various devices filled the air; your gaze sweeps over the freshly repaired parts of boothill's metallic frame, âanyway, glad to see that youâre mostly fine now."Â
âaww! do ya care âbout me?â he teases, his grin widening, revealing his pointy teeth peeking out mischievously. you donât reply, your eyes glinting with the faintest hint of amusement dancing in them.
"boothill, we go through this every time, your memory card's still damaged. you forget things sometimes, so for the 5th time this week, yes i do care about you.â
boothill's expression shifts, a mixture of realization and sheepishness crossing his features. "right, right," he murmurs, scratching the back of his head with his metallic hand. "sorry 'bout that, sugar. guess i just keep forgettin'."
you chuckle and shake your head, finding the situation amusing. he feels like he might overheat from the sheer warmth radiating from your smile.
âyouâre beautiful, date me.â (he didnât mean to blurt that outloud)
you raise your eyebrows at the sudden compliment, âwhy thank you,â a surprised laugh escapes your lips.
ââand weâre already dating, silly.â
a shower of sparks erupts from his circuits, you can particularly hear the fans inside him sputter and whir. you rush to his side, concern etched on your face.
âwh- are you okay?! youâre short circuiting again!â
and this happens every time his memory lapses. you offer an apology to the mechanic on the next shift for the extra work required to fix yet another damaged wire after your visits. perhaps they should ban you from getting too close to boothill, lest he completely breaks down again like that one time where you told him, yes you actually kissed before.
jing yuan à Ë.
"secret relationship" with jing yuan but he is completely unaware of how his public displays of affection towards you keep revealing the supposed secrecy of your relationship.
on the rare case that the general is found in his office, you are there too, beside him.
âpleeeease? just one kiss, really really miss you, darlingâ
âno jing yuan, not nowâŠâ
he wraps his arms around you as he leans in, caging you from the back. he rests his chin on your shoulder, âthen how about a kiss on the cheeks?â he murmurs in your ear. you try to push him away, but he just chuckles softly against your neck, his arms still secure around you.
âno, and get off me before someone sees!â you protest, feeling your face flush from the close proximity, and the tightening of his arms suggests that he has no intention of releasing you just yet.
this stubborn man⊠you swear youâre gonna burst a blood vessel someday.
as if to echo your exasperation; he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, peppering it with nibbles and gentle kisses. jing yuan certainly knows how to test your limits, yet his affectionate gestures never fail to chip away at your resolve.
suddenly, a series of loud knocks come from the door, you freeze, and immediately attempt to wiggle your way out of his grasp. but he remains unfazed, his hold on you firm, and seemingly unbothered by the interruption.
the door bursts open, âgeneral! thereâs a situation at starskiff haâven...â yanqing trails off as his eyes widen at your position. the room falls into a momentary silence as yanqing's gaze shifts between you and his general, his expression reflecting a blend of shock and embarrassment.
clearing his throat awkwardly, yanqing stammers, "i-im sorry for interrupting... iâll t-take my leave now!â with a hurried nod, he practically sprints out of the room.
oh bless that kidâs poor eyesâŠÂ
you shoot a glare at jing yuan from the corner of your eyes, you just know that he has a shit eating grin on his face right now. nowadays, itâs probably common knowledge that the generalâs most treasured person is you, evidently shown by how he latches himself onto you every time youâre within his vicinity. you wouldnât be surprised if the entirety of xianzhou knows about your supposed âsecretâ relationship.
âso⊠can i have my kiss now?âÂ
aeons, heâs insufferable. (you love him tho!!!!!)
bladeÂ Ű àŹ
"fake dating" with blade but you are actually dating âsomehow everyone is convinced you aren't.
âblink twice if you need help.â march whispers-shout; dan heng leans against the doorway, blocking the way into your room, nods in agreement.
âthis is absurd⊠iâm alright guys, really!â you try to reassure your friends, frustration edging into your voice. though no matter how many times you insist that no blade isn't holding you hostage and that you are indeed in a relationship with him, they seem convinced otherwise, somehow deducing that you're not able to speak freely.
you sigh in resignation, knowing that they arenât going to relent anytime soon, and with blade idling in your room, you can't afford to keep him waiting any longer. âdan heng please, let me through, heâs been waiting for me for the past 10 minutes nowâŠâ
âgood, let him wait.â dan heng responds curtly. (what a guy)
march takes hold of your hands, âdo you owe the stellaron hunters something, and him out of everyone?! he looks scaryâŠand totally not your type!âÂ
ânot their type?â a low voice rings out from behind dan heng, the three of you turn immediately and see blade looming at your doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.Â
âstellaron hunter. stay back.â dan heng furrows his eyebrows, his stance defensive as he pulls out his weapon, positioning himself to block you and march. sensing the growing tension, you step forward, reaching out to gently grasp at dan hengâs shoulder.Â
(bladeâs expression darkens at your hand resting on him)
âitâs okay dan heng, he means no harm.â dan heng hesitates, his grip on his weapon remains tight, but he doesn't move to strike. so you slowly move between him and blade, âsee? iâm fine⊠heâs not gonna hurt me.â you smile reassuringly at your friends.Â
just then, as if to further aggravate dan heng, blade settles his hand on your waist. dan hengâs hand is visibly twitching now. âwhat? canât i touch whatâs mine?â
dan hengâs eyes narrow, â...we still donât believe you, leave now. before itâs too late.â
before you can interject, blade grabs your chin, silencing any words of protest with a sudden kiss. caught off guard, your eyes widen as the unexpected gesture leaves you momentarily stunned. but you soon reciprocate his kiss, his intensity drawing you in.
(march quickly covers her eyes with her hands)
âthere. now leave us alone.â and with that, he pulls you into your room, slamming the door shut behind, pinning you against it.Â
itâs just the both of you now, finally.
âdid you really have to touch him.â his voice tinged with possessiveness. âblade, he wouldâve hurt you, i didnât meanââ he shuts you up with another kiss, more desperate this time, welp guess youâre stuck with him for the night.
though your friends might not believe that a person like you would âbe in cahootsâ with someone as dangerous as him; convincing them otherwise is a task for another time. tonight, he wants your attention focused solely on him, and him only.
â§.*
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Yandere Mob Boss x you
*This is inspired by the show called My Sweet Mobster! And this is just a short little drabble! I just quickly wrote this, so if thereâs any mistakes, I am probably going to fix it.*
Synopsis: Youâre a mommy blogger who shares your life on the internet, and unbeknownst to you, a terrifying and dangerous mob boss starts to watch all of your videos.
He just wanted to wind down for the day. There was nothing more tiring than coercing information out of stubborn little fuckersâpeople who were a huge threat to his empireâand ending up with nothing when they succumbed to their wounds from hours of torture. He sat in his huge California king bed with the softest sheets known to man, the air conditioning blasting at the perfect temperature for the room, and he scrolled through his YouTube recommendations.
He used the remote to flip through all the channels he had previously watched and liked. But one really caught his interest. He first rolled his eyes when he realized it was one of those mommy âbloggersâ who just boasted about how their lives were better than everyone elseâs, and how they conveniently got a pass to post the craziest and most intrusive things about their children. Kids getting exploited wasnât something he wanted to watch, and he was surprised to even see your channel show up on his flat TV screen.
The yandere mob boss mostly watched primitive cooking videos or those men who went out into the wilderness and built houses from the ground up. Although, he was too lazy to click on a button to skip your video, so he decided to give you a shot instead.
You were perfect. Too perfect. It was hard for him not to get sucked in and binge-watch every post you had made. He was absolutely enamored at the sight of you and your adorable children. He barely blinked whenever you came on the screen, and his eyes tried to get a good look and memorize your face completely.
You were just talking about how you liked to make things from scratch, how you kept a little garden in your backyard, and how you got the kids to help you out as a fun activity. He learned that the father of your children was a deadbeat who never wanted to do anything with the kids and left the moment he could. Judging by your frustrated tone in your âGet to Know Meâ video, you were upset that he had left you so soon and suddenly. It certainly wasnât easy for you at first, and you talked about how you wished you had a mentor to help you. Thus, this channel came to be. You wanted to help other women and help all the families that were going through the same thing as you. You were an amazing person, mother, and you gave helpful advice to all the new parents out there.
You were the total opposite of him. You were better.
You wouldn't kill people, you wouldn't threaten and torture them to the brink of death, and you were sickly kind and sweet to everyone. It was nauseating for the man to even think about dealing with hate comments (he got them daily from the news outlet), to edit and figure out what to do for each video, and you started to open his eyes and made him realize that you were practically superwoman.
The yandere mob boss was so grateful that you had posted about a hundred videos on your mommy blog. A hundred videos for him to see a glimpse into your life. There was nothing safe about how you were so open and honest, and certainly, you should have kept your mouth shut about the new place you were about to move into.
For someone who was a YouTuber, you knew nothing about internet safety. He took a mental note of how the interior of your new house looked, and you even showed a bit of the exterior and the neighborhood. He wrote down in his notes to remind himself to look for the exact house on Redfin or Zillow.
The yandere mob boss knew your two childrenâs names: Lila and Finn. Lila was the youngest of the two; she didnât look anything like you, which meant she looked like the baby daddy. It was a shame, really, that the cute small girl had to end up with genes from the horrible parent. The eldest stuck to you like glue. He clearly held a candle for his father still, and was having a hard time adjusting to the new lifestyle. Despite that, you continue to push on.
And so did he.
Yandere mob boss binge-watched all of your videos to the point where he knew everything there was to know about you. He knew all the schools you went to, all the partners (you were willing to share) you had previously dated, and he could feel his cold exterior start to crack when he let out a genuine laugh at your witty jokes. He spent hours, weeks, and now months watching your channel flourish and grow.
He smiled when you did. He too let out a sigh of relief after you saved your kid from tripping. He laughed, cried, blushed, and got angry when you did. The expressions and emotions he was feeling were all controlled by your content, and by you personally. You truly had him in the palm of your hand.
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strawberry
Daddy Dom! Joel Miller x Sub! Female Reader
summary: You feel ashamed for using your safe word with Joel during a sessionâhe assures you youâre his good girl no matter what.
warnings/tags: 18+ only, MINORS DNI. (TW) daddy kink, lots of dd/lg lifestyle elements, reader is collared (day collar) age gap that is self indulgent, reader is mid to late 20âs and Joel is in his 50âs but tweak that to your imaginations if you like. SMUT; p in v sex, rough sex (that reader asks to try), spanking, possible overstimulation (if you squint??) Joel basically fucks reader too much and too hard. USE OF SAFE WORD. aftercare and lots of fluff, references to a pop culture film that i havenât seen in forever but itâs fine. PLEASE BE MINDFUL OF TAGS AND WARNINGS. if this isnât your thing, no worries just scroll on by.
MOODBOARD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES ONLY, READER HAS NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION.
word count: 2.4k
a/n: this is totally self indulgent, all for me as someone who has dabbled in the lifestyle before. if this is not your thing, no problem at all but kindly keep any negative comments to yourself. huge shoutout to the lovely @swiftispunk for inspiring this with the snippets of her own upcoming series that i am oh so excited for, darling han thank you for not only inspiring this, but for listening to me talk about it and encouraging it! and also to sweet mya @cavillscurls because truth be told her own fic brought back so many memories of a time in my life where i was genuinely so happy, in love, and felt safe with a partner. okay, i am gonna run away to the gym now to listen to 1989 tv (again) and pretend posting this is not nerve wracking as hell.
Heâs fucked you plenty of times before.
But never like this. No, never, ever like this.
Heâs relentless.
His thrusts are coming quicker, sloppier, harsher.
It doesnât hurt, but itâs intense. Too intense.
Joel Miller is truly testing your limits tonight.
No, he was pushing you past your limits.
Because thatâs what youâd asked him to do.
âAlright, sweet girl. This is the last time Iâm gonna ask you before we get started. Are you absolutely, one hundredâno, one thousand percent sure that you wanna try this out tonight?â he had asked you beforehand, skimming the strap of your light pink, lace lingerie with his index finger, his feathery soft touch sending a plesant little chill down the length of your spinal column. Of all the sets you owned, it had to be Joelâs absolute favorite. Normally, it was him who would pick out what you would wear, but tonight heâd decided to let you choose for yourself and oh, you did not disappoint. He fucking adored you in the color pink; loved how sickeningly sweet, precious, and innocent you appeared in the hue as you did the filthiest things to him, with him. When you nodded eagerly in reply to his question, a sigh fell from his lips, the doubt written all over his face as he remarked, âI really donât think youâre ready. I think we should wait just a little a while longer.â
âIâm ready,â youâd insisted, stubbornly. âI promise. I wouldnât be asking for it if I thought I wasnât. But I am, I promise, promise, promise I am.â
âDaddy knows whatâs best for you, sweetheartââ
Fingers curled around his bicep, youâd batted your eyelashes, giving him those eyes that brought him down to his knees for you a lot more often than he cared to admit, those eyes that made Joel feel like he was learning his role all over again, despite over two decades of experience under his belt. He used to pride himself for his ability to stand firm against pouting lips, fluttering lashes, and pleading gazes. And then you come along and suddenly itâs like he is in his thirties again and heâs navigating this kind of dynamic for the first time. Even after a year and a half with you, heâs still trying to figure out how to completely unwrap himself from your little finger.
âPlease? Pretty please with a cherry on top?â
Christ, you made things so goddamn difficult.
âYou really think youâre gonna be able to handle it? You think youâre gonna be able to handle me when I get real rough with you, baby? Hm?â
Without missing a beat, you replied, âYes, Daddy. I can handle it. I know I can.â
You had been so certain that you could.
Confident, even. So confident that when he began going over the rules and reminded you to use your safe word if you needed him to stop, youâd giggled and stated, âIâve never needed to use it before and I donât plan on using it tonight.â
Oh, how very wrong you had been about it all.
Youâd overestimated yourself, and underestimated Joel. Severely.
His hips snap roughly into yours without an ounce of mercy, over and over, again and again. Beads of perspiration start trailing their way down the sides of his face, the tip of his nose. His chest is flushed, red, and also slicked with a thin sheen of sweat.
Youâve already shattered, unraveled, come undone all over his cock several timesâevery time with his granted permission, of course. Because you knew better than to come without Daddyâs permission.
Your cunt is swollen, sensitive, too sensitive and at a point where it could start aching if he doesnât let up soon. However, it seems like Joelâs only getting rougher and rougher as he chases another release.
âJoelâDaddy,â you manage to correct yourself at the very last second through a slew of frantic little gasps for air. âDaddy, please! Daddy pleaseââ
His large hand tightens around both of your wrists pinned to the mattress above your head. Surely he must think youâre begging him for more, when the reality is youâre about to start begging him to stop because itâs just too much and you canât handle it; but thereâs a part of you that doesnât want to stop, the part of you that doesnât want to disappoint the man who means the whole, entire world to you.
The man you belonged to, the man you loved.
Even through the haze, you try telling yourself that itâs all mind over matter, mind over matter, mindâ
âStop,â you whine, squirming underneath him. âIâcanât take it anymore, Daddy, I canât take itâ!â
Releasing your wrists, Joel pulls himself out of you and you breathe out in relief, until he flips you over onto your stomach without warning. You let out an audibly loud gasp when his hands reach down and take your hips, pulling them up off his bed, putting you on your hands and knees. He brings down one of his hands on your ass in a stinging slap. âThat is just too bad, âcause Daddy ainât done with you yet, darlinâ girl. Not even close to beinâ done with you.â Wrapping his other hand around his base, he grins to himself as he glides the head of his cock up and down your slick folds. When it grazes your clit, you jerk forward, away from him, and he tuts, bringing you back to him, his fingers digging into the pillow soft flesh of your hips. âOh no baby, you ainât goinâ anywhere.â
âBut Daddy, I just canâtââ
Youâre cut off by your own cry when you feel Joelâs length stretching your walls all over again. Itâs just too much.
And you really, really canât.
He leans over you and presses his lips to your ear. âYou asked for this, didnâtcha? Asked to be fucked like a big girl, huh?â He bucks forward into you, eliciting another strangled cry followed by a string of pathetic whimpers. Bringing his palm down in a second strike, he demands, âAnswer me when Iâm takinâ to you. You wanted this, said that you could handle Daddy beinâ rough with you, ainât that right now?â
âStrawberry.â You say the word so quietly, you can hardly hear it over the ringing in your ears.
Joel spanks you for a third time, in the exact same spotâso hard, there was simply no way you would wake up without a mark in the morning. âI needâya to speak up. Youâre such a big girl after allââ
âStrawberry!â You grasp fistfuls of bedsheets and the signal for it all to end tears itself from the back of your throat. âStrawberry, Joel! Strawberry!â
Itâs only a millisecond that he freezes, if that.
âFuckinâ hell,â Joel curses under his breath, pulling out of you. The bed shifts as he climbs off of it and scrambles to pull on his sweatpants before heâs at your sideâyouâre still on your hands and knees, an unmistakable look of panic on your face. He puts a gentle hand on your back. âBaby, are you alright?â
Your heart is pounding, your breathing labored but you manage a small, tight nod of your head. âI-Iâm fine. I justââ Stopping, you grip the sheets tighter, warm tears brimming your eyes. Shame over what youâve just done is already creeping in and sinking into your bones.
âAre you hurt, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?â
Joelâs voice is calm, but you can hear the concern that laces his tone.
âNo.â Your own voice is small. âNo. You didnât hurt me.â
âIs it alright if I move you?â he asks. When you nod your head, he reaches out for you and helps you to sit on the side of the bed. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he takes your hands and his and feels his stomach sink when he realizes theyâre ice cold; he begins rubbing them between his own to warm them up. âBaby if I hurt you, you need to tell mââ
âI promise, you didnât hurt me,â you reassure him, swallowing the thickness rising in the back of your throat. You clock the skepticism in his dark brown eyes and a tear slips out, rolls down your face, and splatters onto your bare thigh. âIâm not lying, Joel. I swear.â Tugging one of your hands out of his, you reach up and instinctively clasp it around the blue sapphire pendant hanging from the delicate, gold chain around your neckâheâd presented you with his birthstone last year, not only as a symbol of his ownership of you, but also as a beautiful reminder of your commitment to one another. âYou believe me, donât you? You believe Iâm telling the truth?â
Joelâs expression softens. ââCourse I do, baby.â He cups the side of your face gently, brushing away a second teardrop with his thumb. âBut Iâd really like to know what happened so I can figure out how to best help, okay? Can you tell me what happened?â
Embarrassed, you try turning your head away, but he holds your cheek in his hand, gentle but firm.
âSâokay. You can talk to me,â he encourages softly, his gaze meeting yours once again. âTell me.â
âIt was just too much,â you mumble, meekly. âAnd too intense.â Heat floods your face as you admit to him, âYou were right. I just wasnâtâI wasnât ready for that yet.â
In an effort to lighten your mood, Joel lightly gives your cheek a delicate pinch and chuckles.
âDaddyâs got that real annoyinâ habit of beinâ right âbout a lot of things, donât he?â
âIâm sorry.â Your bottom lip quivers. âIâm so sorry.â
His smile falters. âSorry for what?â
âFor using the safe wordââ
Joelâs eyebrows shoot up in surprise. âYâknow you ainât supposed to apologize for needinâ to use your safe word, right? That ainât how it works, darlinâ.â
Dropping your necklace, you place your hand over his on your cheek. âBut I feel bad,â you confess. âIt makes me feel likeâlike I let you down, you know? And thatâs the last thing I want to do. I just wanted to be really good for you.â
âOh baby.â Joel lifts himself from the floor. He sits on the bed and pulls you onto his lap, brushing his lips against your temple. âYou are such a good girl for me, sweetheart.â
âBut I couldnât take it,â you sniff. âI had to stop.â
âAnd thatâs okay,â he assures you. He wraps you in his arms and gives your body a gentle squeeze. âIt ainât nothinâ to be ashamed âbout. Youâre still really new to a lot of this stuff, yâknow? Sâwhy I told you I didnât think you were ready.â
âI shouldâve listened to you.â
He winks. âYou should always listen to Daddy.â
You offer him a tiny, watery smile. âI know.â
âAnd say we try this again one day and itâs just not somethinâ you like or that makes you feel goodâor maybe you never wanna try it again at all,â he says with a nonchalant shrug. âThatâs okay too. You are still my good girl no matter whatâmy perfect girl. Always. You understand me?â
âReally? You promise?â
Joel holds up his pinky.
âOh, youâre being really serious,â you tease him.
âSure as hell am, darlinâ.â
You lock your finger around his and he pulls you in for a sweet kiss.
âI love you, Joel,â you murmur against his lips. You giggle again when he clears his throat and smacks your ass lightly, playfully. âI love you, Daddy.â
âI love you too, baby.â Joel pulls away and touches the tip of his nose to yours. âHowâs âbout we get in the bath and get all cleaned up? Hm?â
âA bath?â You instantly perk up. âWith bubbles?â
âWith bubbles. And Iâll even let you throw in one of those smelly ball things you fuckinâ love so much.â
You swat at his chest. âHey! My bath bombs smell really good, thank you very much!â
Joel doesnât particularly like emerging from a bath smelling like a petunia, but for you, heâs more than happy to bathe in a sea of them, glitter and all.
You trace his collarbone with your index finger.
âDaddy? After our bath can we just cuddle in bed? Maybe watch a movie?â He raises an eyebrow and you smile sheepishly, adding, âPlease?â
ââCourse. Pick any movie you want, sweetheart.â
âAnd can we have ice cream while we watch too?â
He pins you with a stern look. âAlright, now youâre just pushinâ it and takinâ advantage.â
You jut your lower lip. âPlease, Daddy?â
Thereâs no arguing with that, not tonight.
Joel decides to let you have your way. âAlright.â
The two of you spend quite some time in the bath; normally a bath together ends with him inside you all over again, but tonight, all heâs doing is running a soapy wash cloth with your favorite shower gelâjapanese cherry blossomâall over your body as he sits behind you, lips pressed against your ear. Joel washes you slowly, carefully, and all the while heâs whispering sweet, tender praise.
My good girl.
My perfect girl.
Iâm sâproud of you.
Iâm the luckiest man in the whole world.
After the bath, once youâre both dried and dressed in comfortable clothesâhim in a clean pair of gray sweatpants and you in nothing but his t-shirt, Joel gives you the remote and instructs you to pick out a movie to watch.
âMake yourself real comfortable, baby,â he says to you, kissing the top of your head. âIâll be back with that ice cream.â
You shoot him a hopeful glance. âStrawberry?â
âYou tryinâ to be funny with me, darlinâ?â
âNo! Thatâs just my favorite flavor, silly.â
Joel grins to himself as he leaves the bedroom.
He knows that. Of course he knows that.
Itâs why he always keeps a pint of it in his freezer.
You hop into bed and pull the blankets around you as your scan through the guide for a movieâyouâd just decided on The Notebook when Joel appears again, a bowl and two spoons in his hands.
âYou picked The Notebook again, didnât you?â he asks without even looking at the flat screen thatâs mounted on his wall over the fireplace.
âYou said I could pick any movie I wanted.â
âWas just hopinâ youâd pick one we havenât seen a thousand times,â he chuckled, sliding into his bed next to you. Joel places the bowl of strawberry ice cream in his lap and hands you a spoon. âCâmere, my sweet girl. Come closer.â
You snuggle up to him, and the two of you dig into the frozen dessert as the movie begins to play.
âBaby?â Joel speaks after a while, just as Allie and Noah share a passionate kiss in the pouring rain.
âHm?â you ask, your fixed eyes on the flat screen, your mouth full of ice cream.
âYou sure youâre okay?â
Swallowing, you look up at Joel, meeting his gaze.
âYeah, Iâm okay,â you answer honestly.
ââCause if thereâs anythinâ else I can do for youâŠâ
You purse your lips together and let out a tiny hum as you mull it over for a moment.
âYou can hold me closer?â you finally suggest.
Joel shifts in his spot. âI can definitely do thatââ
You stop him and point to the empty bowl.
âAfter you go and get us some more ice cream?â
He exhales an amused snort through his nose and shuffles out of bed, taking the bowl with him.
âDonât get so used to bossinâ Daddy around,â Joel warns you playfully over his shoulder.
âToo late.â
divider credit to @saradika đ
#tw daddy kink#tw: daddy kink#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fluff#joel miller x you#joel miller x y/n#joel miller one shot#joel miller drabble#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x female reader
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I think the prompt "opening the door for them or pulling their seat out for them" works great with Logan since he did come of age in the early 20th century. Surely he retains some of that courtesy!
heâs holding himself up straighter, you think.
Logan, realising it or not, tends to walk with the hunched posture of an animal. ready to strike if a threat should arise; constantly poised to jump into action.
but the other night, when the two of you were shooting the shit on the apartment block roof and getting real close after a couple of beers, and youâd asked him if he wanted to grab dinner sometime? well, since then, heâs acting like he has a board glued to his spine.
genteel isnât quite the word youâd use for the mannerisms heâs displaying, but itâs not exactly wrong either. his jacket folded and laid across his arm as he waits on the corner, the way he holds open the door to the diner for you, how he calls the waitress âmaâamâ? oh, itâs all so adorable.
he pulls the goddamn chair out for you, dusts the errant crumbs off. itâs such an⊠upscale gesture for the greasy spoon youâre in, totally out of place. you canât help the huge smile that crosses your face.
âwhat?â he asks, looking around as if trying to see whatâs wrong.
ânothing. youâre a cutie, thatâs all.â
âcutieâŠâ he huffs, but waits until you take a seat and helps scoot it back against the table, too.
âI like it. never had someone be so gentlemanly before.â
something passes over his lips, a twitch in his jaw like heâs not sure whether to speak - then lets it slip out anyway.
âyou deserve it, darlinâ,â he confesses. you hold up the menu to try and distract from the heat rising in your face.
#Ty Saradika-graphics!!#my writing#james logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x reader#logan x reader#wolverine x reader#x men x reader#logan howlett imagine#marvel x reader#marvel imagine#marvel fanfiction#mcu fanfiction#mcu imagine#wolverine fanfiction#mcu fandom#Intimacy prompts
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Well, it was a big piece of work, hah
I took a break from RW and decided to draw something nostalgic
Actually I've been stuck with this idea for two years now and I'm glad I finally found the strength to do something about it. Thanks for inspiration from one good man)
Long story short
In this AU autobots and deceptions are two unions of different tribes: mudwings, seawings and sandwings for the firsts and icewings, nightwings, rainwings and Pantala tribes for seconds. Skywings doesnât exist anymore (because we need someone who takes place of predacons).
People are just people or scavenger if you prefer. And instead of whole cosmos itâs just two mainlands.
- Optimus Prime - I kinda like tfp Optimus. So formidable, powerful and mysterious but really gentle at the same time. And mud/sea combo works here in the best way. As the representation of two main tribes union and strong father/brother figure for team members.
I also think he might be an animus (but donât use his magic often, especially for killing someone)
- Ultra Magnus - Pure Icewing already will be great for him, but I gave him part of seawing so he could be more like an Optimus. But instead of being softer and warmer, Magnus is more cold and pragmatic version of him. A character who sees other dragons not as close allies and friends but as ordinary soldiers.
- Ratchet - Yeah, the seawing would fit him better, but i just donât know how to make the colors work here sooo⊠heâs a weak-fire mudwing. Like a skywing, but mudwing. Why not. Make sense with his lack of guns in origin. I think heâs design can be better, and maybe Iâll remake it.
I love his arc of recognizing people as equals and especially his interactions with Raphael. I think Ratchet often read him scrolls about history and magical artifacts.
- Bulkhead - No surprises here - mudwing fit him perfectly. I think that the Wreckers could been a big and strong mudwing troops, and Bulkhead was a bigwings in such a one. He is lost a lot of his siblings during the war, and therefore tries with all his might to protect the new members of his family. I absolutely adore his relationship with Miko and Jackie, so for me heâs one of the cutest character, and I tried to make his forms round and soft.
- Bumblebee - I know that majority draw him as a hivewing, but in that case the most logical for him will be a night/sandwing. Literally, autobots get their own Sunny)
I think in this version with his lack of a voice he could communicate using sign language or some variation of aquatic.
- Arcee - Also nothing special - she is a seawing. I originally wanted to give her a helmet but it was too hard to draw. Just like Sunny she was born pretty small and now even younger dragons can be bigger than her. Iâm pretty sure she is old enough to have seen Bumblebee when he was a dragonet, so she's literally like an older sister to him.
Actually she really gives me a Queen Glory vibes with her sarcasm and dangerous beauty, so rainwing might fit her as well.
- Smokescreen - I used to think he was just a cringe, but now I realize he's a pretty interesting and realistic character. Like Ultra Magnus, I wanted to make him look like Optimus, only this time Smoke is more of a younger and much more irresponsible version of him. I think in this version (being part rainwing) he's trying to mimic Optimus's coloring using same red, blue and pale-gray shades.
- Wheeljack - The scruffy boy! I think in this version he could be Bulkhead's "adopted sibling", so they are really close to each other. And, because he spent most of his life with Bulkhead, it's harder for him to get close to other tribes and dragons.
Painting scales to keep canonical colors is kinda cheating, but for this dude it totally works. He should have a pretty bright appearance with all those scars and bright spots.
Cliffjumper - Ohoh⊠this poor guy. I didn't even think of putting him here, but I like his smug face too much. Even making his scales darker than the original, it's still too brightly colored for mudwing. He probably jokes about it a lot, saying that his ancestors were skywings.
I really like his dynamic with Arcee, and it's a shame we haven't seen much of their relationship. I think I need to do something cute about that.
#wof#wings of fire#mudwing#seawing#sandwing#tfp#transformers#transformers prime#wof crossover#tf#tf crossover#optimus prime#ultra magnus#bumblebee#arcee#ratchet#tfp smokescreen#cliffjumper#bulkhead
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College roomate!Jungkook x college roomate!reader- fwb 2 Lovers
text messages here
You find yourself having to share your room with a very sexually active medical science major who so happens to fancy you. Good thing heÂŽs as charming and spontaneous as you, leading to many crazy parties and places you probably should not be hooking up at. When Jungkook started ignoring all his booty calls after accidentally calling someone by your name, unable to fuck away the thought of you, he knew he was cooked. Would he really leave his playboy antics for that sweet company of yours?
series- five!
content: mild slow burn- fwb2l, roomates, mutual pining, player jungkook that falls devoted to reader, cocky!JK, Confident!reader, psychology major reader, banter, parties, lots of smut (duh), only one bed trope, skinny dipping, roadtrip vibes
episode- warnings: sexual content, feelings of shame and jealousy
Taglist: @khadeeeeej @ot7stansthings @whoa-jo @smoljjks @stvrlighytt @nono13bnd @jungshaking @junniesoleilkth @deepikhaprakash @rockstryoon @tatamicc @jjeonjjk7 @kookieandjoonberries @jcrl99 @httpjeonlicious @wnteraezz @aphrodyteeth @miniesjams32 @emojkoo @katie-tibo @user-190811 @massivebearharmony @hoseokteardrop @hoseoksluv89 @hoseoksluv90 @kooksdreamer
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you weren't different.
Stupid,
You thought, immediately recognizing a grip on reality returning after witnessing the familiar rocking of the bed against the wall,
You weren't different,
The precious groans and words of affirmation he uttered when looking down at your vulnerability, they weren't more genuine, more exclusive with you
You could hear them being said to this other girl after all, hearing and recalling every noise,
Probably able to guess what made him elicit these noises
Even when you're standing in the kitchen, making dinner for yourself and none other than the man inside your bedroom
Unknown, this feeling of disappointment is really unknown to you.
Why were you disappointed in the first place?
He never agreed to be exclusive. Why would he be?
You're not dating, and after all, he's still Jungkook
Maybe it was the letdown after falling for the sweet lie of finally being worth treasuring you, you and you alone
Jungkook didn't do anything wrong by continuing to do something he never agreed to stop doing in the first place.
You sigh, writing a note next to the pan of stir fry
Then, you leave the house, finding escape in your studies, just like you always did
Just like he should be too, that had been the plan for a couple days now,
Instead, heÂŽs busying himself with something more suited to his enjoyment, fucking someone in place of sticking with his best friend.
great.
Jungkook, on the other hand, looks down at the woman beneath him,
Concentrated on the pressing feeling of his release nearing,
He utters some words he's so used to saying, unsure who he is even saying them to,
To be fully honest, he's not looking at their face either
He's deep in thought, thinking of the way you were wrapped around his dick just last night,
The sole reason for him agreeing to this quick fuck was to prove it to him,
Prove himself that he wasn't utterly obsessed with you, your body, the way you managed to make him adore you,
Prove that his ability to have a boner didn't rely on his best friend being near him in any way,
At this point, even your voice, hell, even your vanilla musk scent was enough to make him cum,
Maybe that's why he chose to change the sheets first, getting the slightest inhale of your homey smell
His eyes fall shut, trying his best to drown out the noise of whoever is beneath him,
He's a jackass, a total bastard for using this poor girl to reassure his stupid ego,
Just to fail in the end,
"god y/n fuck.." he mutters,
Everything freezes for a second,
There isnÂŽt a mistake, a hallucination like he had hoped it had been once he saw the poor girls reaction
"What?" She stutters, scooting up under him, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes,
He sighs, stuttering while running his hands down his face, sitting at the edge of the bed
Fucking embarrassing.
Fucking heartless, a nice girl, fallen victim to Jungkooks reckless behavior
Did he seriously call someone by your name while being deep into them?
Yes, yes he did and there is no denying it.
"Look i- i'm sorry.. please get out okay? I'm sorry" without knowing what else to say, he averts her hurt expression
She laughs, anger boiling beneath the aggressive snatch of her clothes that she throws over easily,
deprived of another word to spare for him, she leaves
Rightfully so
Leaving him alone to sit in shame and disbelief,
and many, many thoughts he had been trying to avoid
(txt message insert for the next part to flow better!)
"I don't understand how I'm supposed to memorize all this" he groans, smashing his head back into the thick biology book
"Let me see" you push his head to the side, he lays flat on his cheek, soft eyes looking up at you
Remembering what what happend earlier when he was laid in bed with a pretty girl he didn't know the name of,
He could only remember yours, rolling off his tongue ever so smoothly
Replying to your messages as if he had been, indeed, in the middle of something when really,
all he did was lose his mind over you.
"I guess you could write sticky notes and hang em up around the house?" your nose crinkles with a small laugh,
"It really is a lot" you continue, humming and resting your head on your hand
Jungkook sighs, smashing his head against the book one more time before speaking,
"I could but, that's so fucking nerdy"
You roll your eyes,
"Ah yeah, can't get a boner when a girl's over if all you see is organ failure key points"
He snorts, pushing your shoulder with his fist,
He wouldn't have any girls over anymore, although he can't tell you that,
When his phone dings the next time, he had decided to call off his hook-ups
All this time, quick, phyisical satifaction was all he had known and, in all honesty,
It was enough.
Love, the real, head twisting, gut wrenching type,
The times that make you wait like an idiot for a text, make you spend your money on someone else's happiness and only being able to know their body, theirs only,
It's too forgein, too complicated,
Jungkook thought so, bothersome and over the top
Until, for the first time, that is all he wanted.
To know every little thing about your responses, your bodies little secrets, to be the only one that gets to touch your skin,
To listen to your idiotically long voice messsges,
He found that maybe, waiting for your text and spending extra money because you preffered purple grapes over green ones,
Maybe it wasn't as annoying
Maybe commitment isn't as crazy unimaginable,
It is however, a hundred percent more scary than anticipated
His stomach drops when his phone does ding,
"Oh? Gonna leave to get your dick wet?"
he groans, typing out his responses with sweating hands,
Shit, would he really be able to keep this up?
"No bunny, stop acting like sex is all i care 'bout, it's getting old" he says,
You keep annotating the notes while talking to him, hoping that he wouldn't actually leave
"I think i have every right after you almost ditched me"
His phone shuts off and is placed back on the table,
Suddendly, you feel his palm feel it's way up your exposed thigh, pressed firmly on the uncomfortable library seat,
"Awhh.. i'm sorry princess, keep being so jealous it turns me on"
The color rushes to your cheeks, embarrassingly so while your jaw tightens,
"Kook, itÂŽs too risky here" you whisper, feeling his fingers dance along your upper thigh, moving dangerously close to the edge of your panties
"no one's here anyways" he whispers back, breath fanning hotly over the skin of your neck while his index finger rubs along your clothed clit,
Your hand grips onto his wrist, biting on your lip to surpress a small moan,
Two other people at the very back weren't watching you, too focused on their work to even come up with something like what was happening right under your table,
Looking at them did feel exciting, the pleasure intensifying with each little touch of his
"Shit are you crazy? Did that really work you up" you manage to mutter, trying your absolute best to sound even the slightest amount of serious,
That didn't work, instead, your voice came out as an unstable whine
He responds by kissing softly along your neck,
"Mhm, that and this damn skirt, can't wait to lift it up while i bend you over"
This time, you do moan, very quietly, two of his fingers are now slipped under your panties, rubbing small cricles on your clit and sliding down your slit to gather some sweet slick,
"Look at you, so wet for me. Let's take this home, wanna listen to you more"
"I can't believe you sometimes" you grin as he finally withdraws himself, sucking his fingers clean,
The way he keeps looking at you makes you want to literally drop to your knees this very second
"You're so sweet" he says, refering to either your personality sarcastically or literally in context of tasting your juices,
Doesn't matter, once your eyes meet his thick bulge so greatly on display inside his baggy jeans, every thought disappears other than wanting to go home as fast as possible
And so you did, hastily packing up and running hand in hand back to the dorm,
giggling and dragging each other like there was a storm out to get you when in reality, there wasnÂŽt a single cloud in sight.
The rush didnÂŽt stop when the door to your shared space finally opens, he kisses you like youÂŽre his oxygen,
pressing your back against the closed door, one hand holding your jaw while the other is occupied with the familiar route of your body,
His tongue slips into your mouth with soft groans of his own, wrapping around your tongue,
then, with a gasp escaping your busy lips, he holds your waist tight, lifting you up and practically jogging to the bedroom,
you chuckle, parting from his soft lips to take a look at his eager, needy face,
Met with his big, round eyes and that plump, wet glaze on his pretty lips,
he smiles, "youÂŽre a good kisser, have i told you that?" he says while letting your body down on his bed, climbing right back over you,
"I bet you say that to every girl kook" your reply is a joke as much as it it serious, hands finding his messy long strands to play with, keeping your gaze locked on the tiny mole beneath his lip
His face falls momentarily before turning into a cheeky smile, almost as if he had remembered not to show his disappointment,
"I donÂŽt, i do a lot but lying isnÂŽt one of those things"
In that very moment, the both of you think back to earlier,
Jungkook recalls being in this bed with someone he wished was you,
so he smiles, finding comfort in the reality of it finally being you heÂŽs loving on, being able to touch every inch of your beauty and pretend like you like him back, fuel that idea of his whenever you moan out the sound of his name
but when he leans back in,
the sounds of his pleasure ring in your head, alongside the hurt of feeling humiliated by something that was secretly growing inside your heart,
"IÂŽm sorry kook, can.. we stop?" you whisper, the skin on your body crawling with discomfort,
his eyes soften, wrapping his arms around you and letting your head fall on his shoulder,
"WhatÂŽs wrong bunny?" he asks, gently threading his fingers through the strands of your hair,
itÂŽs soothing, loving, like something he shouldnÂŽt be doing.
you sigh, torn between wanting to be honest and protecting the playful, physical fun of your relationship that could be ruined by even the slightest admission of your feelings
you settle for a half truth,
"feels a little weird to be the second girl in this bed today"
Feels painfully embarrassing to be hurt over your fuck buddy engaging in his normality,
feels like youÂŽre getting laughed at for believing this would only be sex, nothing more,
foolish little you
He hums, tightening his arms around you,
i only thought of you, she left because i called her by your name,
he so desperately wishes he would have the guts to mutter these words out,
"I understand, IÂŽm sorry. YouÂŽre special to me, I donÂŽt want you to feel like this" he says instead, settling for words that go much deeper
a new, small flower of hope is planted inside that naive heart of yours,
watered by the kiss he presses to your head.
#redcherrykook#jungkook fanfic#jeon jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#bts fanfic#bts jungkook#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff
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I loved your recent Alhaitham fic! I was wondering if you would consider writing a pt. 2 where Alhaitham regrets how he treated you and attempts to win you back (maybe 4ggravate finds out and attempts to help Alhaitham to win you back)? I understand if not. Thank you for sharing your writing!
Thank you so much for liking my first fic! Feel free to request anything genshin-related and Iâll try my best to provide!
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath (pt. 2)
It was rare, I was there
Hereâs part 1!
Synopsis: despite the neglect and everything that happened, you both still longed for each otherâŠ
Content: Alhaitham x fem!reader, wingmen!4ggravate, implied Dehyarzad, Collei, absent Cyno, Tighnari, second chances, writer!reader, angst to comfort, reader is with someone else
Warnings: slight cursing, long intro again (I canât help it), mild spoilers for Sumeru archon quest chapter 3 act 2, Collei goes missing
Note: this part can be optional for you. If you prefer to end it at part one, then feel free to do so! But, if youâre a sucker for second chances (like me), then consider this a treat from me to you!
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Nothing. You could hear nothing.
Not your heart pounding to the rhythm of your feet. Not the screaming in your head as you spotted familiar grey hair walking around the city. Your thoughts immediately tasted bitterâif he had the time to walk now, how come he hadnât back then?
You surmise that you werenât worth the step.
The weight of his absence hung over you like a storm cloud, casting a shadow over the warmth of the day. Despite your efforts to push the pain aside, it crept back, heavy and suffocating. Your mother's words echoed in your mind like a haunting refrain, a reminder that perhaps you had been foolish to invest so much in someone who couldn't reciprocate your love.
The shops were as busy and ever; merchant services, inquiries about products, scholars out in the open. You were out for groceries, almost ashamed for showing your face after the scene you caused 15 days ago. The world needed to know you were strong, though, so you put a big smile on your face and a new perfume worth Alhaithamâs salary. You even reached out to Cyno about the book you mentioned; so far, everything has been accurate, according to him.
âY/N?â A familiar voice called to you. Turning your head in that direction, you see Dehya in the distance waving at you. Once youâve said hello, she looked at you with a smirk on her face, âWow, did a flower barf on you? You look radiant!â
âRadiant?â You humble yourself, âI donât remember putting on any jewelry.â
âNo, silly!â She gestured to your everything, âThereâs this aura youâre emitting and itâs making you glow!â Glow? All you did these past few days was cry, eat, and write. Perhaps it was the tears that helped. They irritated your eyes so much it gave you a softer, more approachable look. âDo you think you could lend me some of that eyeshadow?â
Try crying every hour, Dehya. âAh, I just did a favor for a friend studying cosmetology. Iâm not entirely sure what products they used,â you lie. Thinking about Alhaitham will certainly eat you alive; you change the subject despite the flattery you enjoyed. âWhat brings you to the city?â
Enthusiasm spouts from the mercenary, âMy lady Dunyarzad invited me over for the Sabzeruz Festival; and you know me, I gotta be there for my lady!â
You found it adorableâalmost enviableâhow they still keep in touch even after Dehyaâs resignation. Call a spade a spade, that is real commitment. It makes you wonder if youâd be here, âradiantâ and âglowing,â if you were treated that way.
âThe Sabzeruz Festival? I didnât realize it was so close. Wow, time surely flies.â Suddenly, you feel excitement rush through your veins, a new experience after days of steady tides.
âCouldnât agree more,â said Dehya. From a distance, you both heard Dunyarzad call her name. âAh, it looks like she needs me back there. I better go check on her. If you want, you should totally come over the bazaar once the festival is ready. Dunyarzad and I would be lucky to have you celebrate with us!â After you gave an accepting nod and farewell, Dehya ran off to the woman in purple, practically skipping on her feet.
As you watched their lively interaction, a surge of envy and longing swept through you. Their easy camaraderie and genuine happiness a stark contrast to the emptiness and loneliness gnawing at your insides. You had longed to experience that kind of connection, to be enveloped in the warmth of love and companionship once more. But deep down, you knew it was a distant dream, a fantasy you could never reclaim.
You werenât a religious person, but out of sheer desperation, you prayed.
Lesser Lord Kusanali, please free me from this torment. Let the flowers in my garden bloom of life, let the fruits grow ripe even without much sun, let the trees reach the highest of buildings.
â
Simple greetings and little nods, Alhaitham wouldnât have minded if those scholars were you. In fact, instead of returning those nods and hellos, he would embrace you, lift your feet off the ground and spin you around like you always wanted.
After you stormed out the tavern, Cyno went ahead and asked what happened to the both of you. For the first time, he couldnât give a straight answer. Every excuse seemed to damage your image, and that was the last thing he wanted. Kaveh ended up taking over to save him the embarrassment.
The 15 days he burned for you were like falling into the abyss, fighting every day to the brink of death, unable to eat the sustenance that came from your warmth.
The now Scribe Alhaitham needed something to keep you off his mind. He considered attending a meeting, but none seemed to pique his interest. Every thought ended up on your doorstep, making him think of dropping by. âKaveh,â he called the architect scribbling on his notebook, âhave you seen Y/N, as of late?â
âNo, she hasnât been feeling well these past few weeks. Shouldnât you be in a meeting?â
âShouldnât you be paying rent?â
Kaveh cursed at Alhaitham, âIâm trying to make the money, goddamit!â
âMaybe you would have the money if you stopped settling for your clientsâ low budgets.â
âIs it hard to find me considerate?â
âIâd rather call it pathetic.â
âGo catch whatever Y/N has,â he shooed Alhaitham away, âmaybe that would give you some perspective.â
The scribe stood silent for a few seconds. He knew his roommate was right, he shouldâve thought about how you felt before anything. Kaveh was about to believe he had won a squabble for once, but then he suddenly revealed, âY/N⊠is angry at me.â
Kaveh pshawed at him, âWith the way you talked to her? No shit.â Alhaitham didnât move an inch. âHey, what happened there, anyway? It wasnât like Y/N to burst out to you like that. Are you hiding something?â
With a sigh, the grey-haired man decided to reveal everything to his roommate. He listened intently, gasping and scolding him for his lack of attention towards you, adding salt to his open wounds. Upon recalling the words the scribe had said, Kaveh took a slight breath, âYou fucked up.â
âI know.â
âYou need to go fix this.â
âI know.â
âAnd you were calling me pathetic!â
âI know! I just-â he couldnât believe he was saying this. âI need help.â
As he was popularly known, Alhaitham wasnât one to ask for help. Not because he had too much pride, but because he knew how to solve things like the back of his hand. He had access to numerous files from the Akasha, and he had connections to powerful people, being the scribe and all.
But this was a different situation. Every solution did not guarantee a 100% success rate, 87% at best, and that was not enough for Alhaitham. He was ready to do anything for you, to get on his knees and raise you to the highest regard, to even beg.
âI could ask Tighnari,â Kaveh began, âThe Sabzeruz Festival is coming soon, maybe you could ask her out?â
Right, now that heâs perceived as a hero of his nation, he is expected to attend these festivals. He never bothered to come before, and he wouldnât now, but he was willing to if it meant getting to see you again. âI donât think sheâll be accepting me as her date.â
âThen weâll talk to her.â
âWill she be willing to listen? Wait, isnât she sick?â
Kaveh sighed, downhearted, âRight.â Then he clicked his fingers at the scribe, âI have an idea!â
â
âCollei? What are you doing here,â you said after opening your door. She drew a small grin with worried eyes, holding a box of goods for you. Itâs been a while since you saw her, she grew up well, taller since your last meeting.
âHello, miss Y/N! I heard from Master Tighnari that you werenât feeling well,â yes, you distinctly remember lying to them (Tighnari, and Kaveh) so they wouldnât see you as often. âSo I thought I could bring you simple remedies.â The little girl observed you. âBut now I think thereâs no need for that,â she chuckled.
âAh, yeah, donât worry, it was just a small cold. Speaking of Tighnari, how come he isnât here with you?â You ushered her in and sat her down for some tea, placing her box of medicines on the counter.
âHe had some business to attend to with a merchant and allowed me to visit you. Itâs been a while since youâve travelled to Gandharva Ville, miss Y/N, do you have any plans on visiting?â
âYes, Iâm thinking of basing the rainforest as the main setting for my new book, actually.â
You both chatted about everything you could as you waited for the water to boil. Afterwards, you served a hot teapot, dwelling in mint and lotus herbs. âAh, Collei, how long are you and Tighnari staying in the city?â
âJust for three days, though I would like to stay until after the Sabzeruz Festival,â she chuckles, holding her now warm cup in her hands.
âYou could come with me if Tighnari would allow it.â
The little girlâs eyes beamed with stars, âReally? Oh, Iâve been dreaming of going to one for ages! Miss Nilou will be performing, right?â You nod to her delight, âYes! Archons, I really hope Master would let me.â
As if he heard his name, Tighnari knocked on your door. Opening it, he looked glad seeing your healthy state. âY/N! Good to see youâre feeling well now.â He peaked behind you to see Collei sip from her cup.
Upon recognizing her master, Collei got up and greeted him. âHi, Master! Miss Y/N and I were just talking about the Sabzeruz Festival, and that I could come with her to see Miss Nilou perform!â Her enthusiasm was as contagious as a cold, you couldnât help but laugh.
âAs long as it wouldnât be a hassle for Y/N, and that you would always be careful when purchasing products,â Tighnari worries like a mother. âAlways look at the expiration dates, check if there are anything youâre allergic to.â
He goes on and on for about 5 minutes until you cut him off, âAlright, alright, Tighnari, itâs not like sheâll be going all alone; she has me with her!â
With this, Collei wrapped her arms around your waist, ever so thankful for your support. You thought of her as a niece, and she thought of you as an auntie, willing to give her advice on anything, trivial or not. After a few more words exchanged, and details for the festival, the pair decide to head to their cottage.
For once, you enjoyed your time and not think of Alhaitham once!
Oops.
â
It was the day of the Sabzeruz Festival; you had already picked Collei up from their cottage and are on your way to the Grand Bazaar. You could see thousands of attendees, travelling merchants, and familiar faces on the way.
As the vibrant colors and lights of the festival unfolded before you, the once a source of excitement and anticipation now loomed before you like a daunting reminder of what you had done. Despite Dehya's invitation, you couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of joyous revelry. Each smile, each laugh felt like a dagger to your already wounded heart, a painful reminder of the love you had lost and the embarrassment that now consumed you.
But this was no time for dwelling upon the memories that brought misery, remember, Collei is counting on you to give her a good time.
âY/N, Collei!â You spot Kaveh in the distance waving and walking your way. Collei happily waved back. âIâm so glad I could run into you guys, you have no idea how terrified I am of meeting a client by accident.â
You laughed, âDo I have to accompany you, too, Kaveh?â
âActually, I was thinking of letting you have some fun while I take care of little Collei here.â He ruffles her neatly-done hair, now messy but more natural-looking. This led Collei to bring out a small comb to fix it.
You felt irresponsible leaving Collei in someone elseâs care, youâd said you would take care of her, and it felt like you would be breaking a promise if you agreed to his offer. You tuck your hair behind your ear, âI donât know, Kaveh, something feels wrong about that, no offense. Plus, if something were to happen to Collei, we wouldnât hear the end of it; you wouldnât like Tighnari when heâs angry.â
âA fair point, but youâve been locked up in your house for two weeks, Iâm sure he wouldnât mind. You deserve to be out there, butterfly, spread the wings you grew from being in that cocoon!â
That somehow felt too specific. Does he know something? Collei starts to agree, despite seeming so excited to go with you. âEven you, Collei?â You sigh, âFine, but if something happens, donât say I didnât warn you.â
You werenât expecting to have so much fun here. The lights, the music, even the people were a blast! At first you were anxious for Collei, checking in from time to time, then as you continued to do so, your vists would be more spaced apart. You drank some punch with Dehya and Dunyarzad, who seemed to be doing really well for themselves, then you danced with the crowd in the name of Lesser Lord Kusanali.
After all of that, it was time for one last dance before Nilouâs grand performance. The band began to play a soft, romantic folk song. âAlright, Sumeru City,â called the lead singer, their voice sonorous with seduction, âbefore we settle down for the reknowned Nilou, letâs have a little treat for all the couples out there. So, grab your partner and dance along.â
Just as you were at the height of excitement, everything seemed to come crashing down again. You stood on the sidelines, feeling lost and out of place. Dehya and Dunyarzad swayed together, hand in hand. A lot of other couples came together and danced. The passion embedded in the song they sang only made you feel more alone, the walls of the Grand Bazaar growing taller and taller as you gazed upon them in longing.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, a man you donât remember meeting. âExcuse me, miss, could I trouble you with a dance?â He looked about your age, a nice smile and an energetic demeanor. You were cautious of his intentions, though. Itâs possible to have fun while maintaining a distance, right?
You accepted his invitation, all of the sudden you felt a sick knot in your stomach, like you were cheating on Alhaitham. But you werenât together anymore, why would you stop yourself from meeting new people?
The man said his name was Hafan, a mercenary from the Corps of Thirty. He offered to buy you a drink once the dance was over, and again, you gladly accepted while the sweat in your palms said otherwise. You talked with every step you took, getting to know each other and telling stories. He made you laughâa lotâand you impressed him with your witty comebacks. Perhaps this was the Dendro Archonâs response to your prayer? A hand to guide you through the maze, and to help you believe in love again?
But just amidst the merry atmosphere of the festival, a lingering anxiousness settled within your stomach.
Then, you saw him.
Alhaitham stood in the corner of the room, the desperate merchants and harmonizing of the band seemed to die down as time stood still. The vibrant colors faded into shades of grey as your heart clenched with a mixture of dread and longing.
It was as if a gate had opened within you, unleashing a torrent of emotions you had struggled to contain. Guilt gnawed at your conscience, regret tore your chest open, and love gave your heart to him.
As Hafan twirled you gracefully across the makeshift floor, you held your gaze with Alhaitham, your heart torn between the past and the present, between what was and what couldâve been.
Maybe you had been thinking too rashly, maybe he had changed over the course of your absence. The way he looked at you with such burning could not make you think otherwise.
In that moment, with all the crowds in the festival and the ache of your fractured heart, you knew for certainâno matter how hard you deny it, no matter how fast you tried to run, you could never escape the grasp he had on your soul.
The dance had ended, though it felt like it just started. Before Hafan could get that drink he promised, you said, âIâm sorry, Hafan.â He looked at you in confusion. âYou must be looking for someone toâI donât knowâspend the rest of the festival with, and I donât think I can fulfill that position. Youâre a sweet guy, truly, Iâm just not in a good place for anything right now.â Archons, you sounded ridiculous. But to your suprise, the man hardly took it personally.
âItâs okay, I get it. I had fun with you tonight, Y/N. Youâre a great person to be around.â You almost regret having to end your time with him. âIâll see you around, yeah?â He gave you a nod of farewell and left your side.
You looked in the direction of Alhaitham, again, hoping to catch that feeling of familiarity, but you had found he was no longer there. Perhaps it was your imagination.
You then searched for Collei and Kaveh, but they were nowhere to be found. They werenât near the stalls, or in front of the stage.
They were nowhere in the bazaar.
The panic you felt shook your entire foundation, the pillars that kept you from going back home, back to the pain.
What if they had been kidnapped? You trusted Kavehâs words, that he would take care of her, but for all you know they could be in the middle of the desert right now! What if Kaveh had run into a client and got distracted? What if Collei got injured or hospitalized?
Your heart began beating in your ears, your breath hastened with every thump. The air seemed so thin in the enclosed space, you needed to go outside. Yes, perhaps you could have a better chance at finding them out there, too.
As you walked out the doors of the Grand Bazaar, Colleiâs name immediately echoed through the night. âCollei!â After numerous calls left with no answers, lumps of tears began crawling down your cheeks. âOh my archon,â you sobbed. You could imagine the look on Tighnariâs face, the worry, the anger, the disappointment.
The feeling of losing them was clawing to your soul, like a mother bird losing her chick after their first flight. If they go missing, it was your fault. That fact will forever stain your soul, haunting your remaining days until the sweet release of death.
You sat on a curb, just near the entrance of the bazaar in hopes that the little girl and the architect would return unharmed. More tears had revealed themselves as your thoughts grew more and more intense, terrorizing, even.
The streets were so quiet, only the music from the festival and the first chirps of the crickets seemed to fill your ears, your sobs excluded. No guards or matras were present with you. Who the hell was in charge of security here!? The starry sky brought a comfortable cold instead of blazing heat.
You then heard footsteps from the bazaar and a person sitting beside you. âI walked them home,â a gruff voice sounded, âCollei was getting tired.â
Just your luck, the man who sat with you was no other than Alhaitham. Despite the conflicting emotions that came to you in a flash, you were relieved that Collei was safe. You let out a heavy breath. âThank you,â you sniff, brushing away the tears that stained your face.
It was quiet again, for a while. You could hear Nilouâs music from outside; âCollei wouldâve loved seeing Nilou dance,â you thought aloud. âI remember her basking about it when she had just became Tighnariâs pupil.â Suddenly, you felt calmer, safer now that the eerie silence accompanied you with the presence of the man you knew as well as breathing.
â
Alhaitham couldnât say anything, busying himself gazing upon your eyes and your weakly pulled smile. There was still sadness lingering within them, covered by a coating of relief. He felt remorse for taking Collei away from you, for making you worry like this, for leaving you in the dark for a long, long time. Nonetheless, he was happy it led to you talking to him again. He was almost certain this day would never come.
Then he is reminded of you dancing with another man. His heart pounded erratically against his chest, each beat echoing the tumultuous storm of emotions raging within him. He had come to the festival in search of hope and redemption, a fleeting reprieve from the pain that chewed up his soul. But instead, he had found more heartache, contrary to the plan.
As he watched you twirl and sway with the manâs hand in yours, he felt as though the world tilted off its axis, leaving him teetering on the precipice of anguish. How could you be dancing so freely with another when every fiber of his being yearned to hold you so close, to feel the warmth you gave him once more?
His hands clenched into fists against his knees, his jaw tightened with unexpressed emotion. He remembered how badly he wanted to look away, but the flow of your hair and how gracefully you moved wouldnât let him, it was as if you had casted a spell upon him, forever tormenting him to stay on the sidelines, to repress the overwhelming desire to be the one twirling you around and making you smile.
A surge of conflicting emotions washed over himâa searing pang of jealousy intertwined with a profound sense of regret and longing. Then just when he was ready to cross the bridge that separated you, he felt a small tug on his darkened cape. âMr. Scribe Alhaitham,â Collei said meekly, sheepishly rubbing her eyes, âDid the plan work?â
He remembers Kavehâs words, so filled with determination, Sheâll do anything for Collei, so if she asks to go to the festival, Y/N will for sure accompany her! Once the slow dance starts, thatâs when youâll swoop in and declare your love.
And if it doesnât work?, the scribe raised his eyebrows.
It will! Iâll make sure no one gets near her.
Boy, did that plan go to shit.
He gave the little girl a soft smile despite the mind-numbing pain in his chest. He knelt down to her level, âIsnât Kaveh supposed to be with you?â
âSomeone was talking to him just a while ago. It seemed pretty heated, so I slipped away when I got the chance,â she yawned.
âOf course,â Alhaitham muttered. Must be a client of his. âYou look tired, Collei.â
âI think Iâm ready to go home now, Mr. Alhaitham.â The drowsiness in her eyes could barely hold her awake. It was getting late, she must not be used to staying up at times like these.
Alhaitham looked back at you, wondering if you were still keeping your eyes on him. To no avail, it was like you had vanished like a ghost with the beautiful, painful sight he had witnessed along with you. A heavy feeling lingered in his chest, leaving him to wonder if you would lock your gaze with him again. Then he left, accompanying Collei back to her and Tighnariâs cottage.
On his way back to the bazaar for reasons unknown, he found you weeping in your hands, curled up like a shriveled bug beaten down, calling out Colleiâs name. After he assured you of the little girlâs safety, you began talking about your experiences with her. Ever so glad, he listened to your voice, melodious and soothing like a lullaby to put him to sleep. The euphoria he experienced was one like no other, it was the first time he felt at peace for eons against the stars and the cool breeze. Then, he wondered, were you feeling the same?
âThey found a new Grand Sage,â he announced.
âIs that why you have the time now?â Your words stung his morality, picking on the weak scabs of his mistakes.
He took a moment to respond. âIâm sorry,â he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. âI never meant for any of this to happen.â
Unable to meet his gaze, you managed a casual tone, âI know, Alhaitham.â His name sounded like a song whenever it came from your lips. âBesides, itâs not your fault.â Your voice was then hoarse of emotion, fingers picking at the dirt beneath you. âI shouldnât have let myself to get lost in my own thoughts.â
âBut I shouldâve been there for you,â Alhaitham insisted. âI should not have made you feel like you were alone.â
âBut it happened anyway.â
For a moment, silence enveloped the space between you, only broken by the distant sounds of the festival. Then, slowly, you turned to meet his gaze, in a light that had no remorse, for the first time since you told him to leave.
âI donât know if I can forgive you,â you admitted, your voice trembling with uncertainty. âBut I do know Iâm willing to try.â
With this, Alhaitham took you in a warm embrace, letting out a shaky breath as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He then held you by the shoulders, teary as you released him from this torture. âIâll do whatever it takes to make things right again.â
As you looked into his eyes, you found the sincerity in his voice, determination reflecting upon his irises. Despite everything that had happened, you couldnât deny the hope that ignited in your stomach. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to find your way back together.
You held his hands first, then traced your way to his cheeks, warm with anticipation. Then you pulled him into a kiss that was long overdue, Alhaitham almost tumbling from the force you had exerted.
As your lips meet, there is a softness, a tenderness in the way they press together, as if each touch carries the weight of a thousand whispered promises. Time seems to stand still as you both lose yourselves in the sensation, senses heightened by the intoxicating blend of warmth and desire. It's a symphony of sensationsâa gentle caress, a fleeting brush of lips, a silent exchange of emotions that speaks volumes without a single word. And in that fleeting moment, you find solace, connection, and a sense of belonging in each other's embrace.
Slow as the breeze blew your hair, everything froze and only he brought the fire to relieve you of your vains. Alhaithamâs lips were soft and cold, clearly waiting for this day to come. When he leaned back for air, foreheads connected together, you breathed, âI love you.â
As you heard the crowdâs applause from a distance, as if cheering for your reconciling, he replied, âI love you more,â before pulling you in for another well-deserved kiss.
âthe end.â
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Being stuck in a safe house with Simon where the conditions are suboptimal... and you have something to tell him
"Si, please sit down. You're freaking me out." you protest as he paces the length of the room from the door to the bed where youâre sitting.
The rusty wooden floor creaks beneath his heavy feet and the droplets of rain leak through the roof, creating an unnerving symphony.
"This should not have happened. How the fuck did they find us?" he raises his voice as his frustration mounts.
"Clearly someone ratted us out." you mumble wearily, exhaustion enfolding you as you lie down.
"I'm sorry." he says as he sits on the edge of the bed.
"Why?" you ask, "I should have known." he responds, voice low and dark, laced with remorse.
"How could you have known, Simon? There's no way you could have found out." you retort.
Silence settles in the room, except for the leaking and the occasional creaks of the floor and the walls, probably rats.
"Simon..." you call out, voice breathy and slightly wavering.
"Yes?" he implores, your voice shaking him out of his trance.
"I need to tell you something..." you continue, not meeting his gaze as your eyes remain fixated on the roof.
"What is it?" he asks, worry beginning to creep up on him.
"I-I... fuck." you stutter as tears well up in your eyes.
You finally tilt your head to look into his concerned eyes.
"What is it, love?" he takes your hand in his, squeezing lightly, encouraging you to go on.
"Si, I'm pregnant." you finally blurt out, biting your lip, afraid of what his reaction might be.
A few moments pass and his widened eyes remain locked on you.
"Please say something." you plead, anxious in anticipation.
"I-I... ok. We'll take some time off. And we'll figure it out. Together... yeah... it's alright... totally fine..." he rambles nervously as he runs his hand across his face, letting out a sigh.
"You're not mad?" you ask worriedly.
" 'course not, love. I just- I just didn't expect it to be so soon. While we're stuck in this shithole. I thought I had more time to build you a home." he says, caressing your cheek with his rough hand, love and adoration glinting in his eyes.
"You have no idea how much I wanted this. I want this. With you." he reassures you firmly.
"Oh my god, Si!" you exclaim and spring into his arms, making his chest rumble with a low chuckle.
"I love you! I love you so much!" you squeal out through tears of joy, peppering his face with kisses.
"I love you too, dove." he coos as he leans in to kiss your lips.
"I'm sorry we got stuck in here. We'll get out soon. I promise." he remarks while holding your hand and gently rubbing circles on the back of your palm.
You guide his hand to your belly to let him feel the slight bump.
He smiles fondly while shedding silent tears.
And you wipe them away, resting your forehead on his as you breathe each other in.
Together, you can tackle anything and everything.
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Hehe I can't stop thinking about Simon being lowkey jealous of your stuffed animals or actual pets. The way you coddle and take delicate care of them. How you watch over them.
He wants to be the one you reach for when watching a movie. To be lowkey suffocated in your hold at night. The one you bring along on trips to ground you.
Simon wants your baby-voice praise. The scratches behind his ears. To lay his head on your stomach while you slowly run your nails through his hair.
He'll fucking beg for you to command him. Let him show you how good he is. Let him make you happy.
"I do good, mama?" Those big brown eyes..
OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS LUEWFHLAUWHFLUEFJF
As someone whose bed is smothered in fluffy stuffed animals, I can totally understand this...
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Warnings: 18+, soft dom!reader, sub!Simon, slight mommy kink, Simon is a whiny desperate baby :(
You're watching a movie with Simon on the couch, coddling your new stuffed animal you bought out shopping with him because it was "too cute to leave behind."
Instead of snuggling Simon, you have your face squished against the plush ball of polyester fur, a smile on your face as you admire your new friend.
"You're not even watching." Simon grumbles, and you look at him.
"I am!" You protest, looking at him with furrowed brows.
"No, you're staring at your stupid fluff ball." He says, genuinely a bit upset and you frown.
"He's not stupid, he's adorable. Just look at his cute little face." You say, nuzzling your face into the toy and speaking to it like it's a puppy in a high pitched voice.
Although he feels stupid about it, Simon Riley is jealous of a stuffed animal.
He's jealous of how you play with it's fur and snuggle it while talking to it like a newborn baby.
That should be him you're coddling and babying, not some inanimate ball of fluff.
Simon grunts and crosses his arms as he turns his focus back onto the movie, which catches your attention.
You smirk to yourself, realizing why Simon may be upset.
"What, are you jealous Simon?" You ask with a sly smile and Simon looks at you like you've offended him, but his blush creeping onto his cheeks gives him away.
"Jealous? Of what? That dumb fuzzy thing?"
"Yeah." You answer with a giggle.
"Am I not giving you enough attention baby?" You tease with a fake pout.
"Alright enough o' that." Simon mumbles, turning away from you to hide his face.
You place the stuffed animal aside and crawl over to the side of the couch Simon is sitting. You sit right next to him on your knees as you go to grip his jaw gently to turn his face towards you.
"Aww poor baby is jealous isn't he? Not getting the attention he needs hm? Do you want me to snuggle you instead baby?" You coo at him, rubbing your thumb across his cheek as you hold his face.
Simon's face heats up immediately and the blush on his cheeks burns a deeper read.
He doesn't say anything as he swallows and looks at you wide eyed, secretly pleading that you'll take care of him.
"C'mere honey." You say as you pull Simon onto your chest as you lay down on your back against the pillows.
Simon wraps his arms around you and places his face into your chest so you can scratch his head.
"Aww see? There you go. All you had to do was ask baby." You say in that voice you use to talk to your stuffed animals and he can't help but smile into your chest.
Simon lets out little moans while you have your hand in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.
"That feel good?" You ask, and he muffles out a "mhm" into your chest.
"C'mere baby. Gimme a kiss." You ask and Simon obeys, lifting his head to kiss your lips before he nuzzles back into your chest.
You laugh to yourself as your big tough soldier melts like putty against you like a sweet little puppy who just found a home.
You both have long forgotten about the movie playing in front of you as you pamper and spoil your boyfriend.
Then, Simon starts to shuffle down.
"What's wrong? Where are you going?" You ask.
"Just moving down." He answers.
He then nestles his face between your thighs as he revels in the feeling of them around him.
You giggle at his desperation as he presses his face into your thigh.
You reach your head down to play with his hair again while he kisses and bites the inside of your thighs.
"Mmm.. Yeah baby that's good." You praise.
He moves to lick the gusset of your panties which makes your breath hitch.
"Can I? Please?" He asks.
"Sure baby."
He begins to suck your clit through your panties making you squirm.
"That's it, doin' so well baby." You say as you grip his hair, moving him to where you need.
You have complete control over Simon this way and he fucking loves it. He moans into you as he feels you grip his hair, pulling and pushing his however you want.
He then moves your panties to the side so he can eat you out properly, which makes you arch your back.
"Ooh fuck, just like that. Such a good boy for me yeah? Eating mommy out the way she wants hm?" You coo at Simon, still playing with his hair, and he bucks his hips into the couch with a whine.
He looks up at you with his big brown eyes, focused on making you feel good and how pretty you look above him. He just wants to please you.
It isn't long until you're gripping his hair even harder and cumming all over his face.
After you come down from your orgasm, you grip his cheeks, squishing them together to make him look at you again.
"Was that what you needed baby? Just needed to feel useful hm?" You ask, and he nods.
"Did I do good mama?" He asks, and you laugh.
"Oh honey, you did amazing for me." You reassure him, and he goes back to positioning himself against your chest, face in your tits with a smile, happy he finally got the attention he needed from his pretty girl.
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âč đ±đČđđ°: drabbles of various hq characters as songs from charm by clairo
âč đŽđČđ»đżđČ: fluff!!
âč đ°đŒđ»đđźđ¶đ»đ: atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi & keiji akaashi
âč đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽđ: (under 16 dni) established relationship (all except sunaâs), mentions of insecurity in osamuâs, smoking & drinking in akaashiâs, oikawa and iwaizumiâs may be slightly suggestive at some points but itâs a reach
âč đź/đ»: if youâre like wow that lineup is so random itâs because these are all my most prized boyfriends i hope you can understand thanks. also been obsessed w charm lately erghghhh listening to the entire album is a part of my daily routine now!! songs are linked to the titles if u wanna give a listen while reading :) i highly recommend listening to the album if u havenât already!! srry for any typos i missed!
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âand once you get in my ear, i see kismet sinking in, itâs second natureâ
after all this time, you suppose that loving atsumu isnât as complex as it seemed like it was before. you love him in the same fashion in which you breathe or blink, youâd forgotten how to function without it, itâs second nature. likewise, atsumu finds loving you to be the easiest thing in the world.
he knows you too well, it makes your heart flutter every time he does something, no matter how many times heâs done it before. every morning, you slip out of bed to find that your slippers are already waiting for you on the chilly wood of your bedroom floor, placed perfectly where your feet land when you roll out of bed. youâd almost forgotten it was sunday, and you would have had you not heard the sound of your husband in the kitchen doing a horrible job at being quiet.
you can picture it before you even see it, atsumu hunched over a skillet with sizzling bacon popping quietly to fill the early morning silence of your apartment. atsumu can never sleep in anymore, eternally used to the long hours he spends as an athlete, so heâs since taken it upon himself to try to be productive before you wake.
âmorninââ his voice is still raspy and warm, the afterthought of sleep apparent on his softened expression that he holds when looking at you. atsumu chuckles quietly under his breath when you press your face between his shoulder blades, snaking your arms around his waist. he still smells like the floral detergent of your bedsheets and the buttery sandalwood of his body wash.
âyouâre burning the bacon, already.â you snicker into his shirt, earning a click of his tongue, âdonât yaâ like it crispy?â he counters playfully, using a fork to turn over one of the bubbling strips.
âyeah, i do, but,â you peak from around his back, pointing at the darkened bacon in the pan, âthose are totally charred.â
atsumu scoffs teasingly, peering down at you, âthey are not.â they really are about to be unsalvageable. you laugh dryly under your breath, using your hip to bump him out of the way of the stove, taking the bacon off the heat. atsumu puts up no fight, leaning on the counter to watch you grab a plate, eyes filled with a mushy lovesick glow. you should be used to this kind of unadulterated display of adoration, but it still makes your cheeks heat up like it did when you were in high school.
âi missed yaâ,â he whispers softly, just loud enough for you to hear. you glance over your shoulder at him, smirking in confusion, âi didnât go anywhere, did i?â
atsumu simply offers a content laugh, grabbing a piece of bacon from the plate, âi meant i missed ya while you were asleep.â he rolls his eyes as if itâs the most logical thing to assume in the world. you snort playfully, âwerenât you only awake for, like, 10 minutes before me?â
taking a (rather difficult) bite from the piece bacon, he nods, âexactly.â
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âsexy to someone is all i really want.â
osamu peered into your hotel bathroom upon smelling the scent of your perfume, a usual indication he has since learned that meant you were nearly done getting ready. an expression of confusion contorts his face into a frown at the sight of your own unhappy grimace.
âwhatâs wrong?â he inquires softly, watching your eyes through your reflection in the mirror. you groan in bemusement, setting the perfume bottle down, ânothingâs cooperating with me today, look,â you ruffle your hair a bit, trying to place it the way in which it usually sits on your head.
apart from your hair, you feel like you might have rushed too much on your makeup, and when you look in the mirror, maybe your dress doesnât go as well with your shoes as you thought it did when packing.
you and osamu were in tokyo tonight, getting ready to go down for a celebratory dinner for the grand opening of the new branch of onigiri miya. while the thought of seeing all of your friends in one place was exciting, your hasty attempt to get ready in time was beginning to dampen your mood.
âwhat are ya talkinâ about, darlinâ?â osamu knit his brows, genuinely baffled by what you could be implying as he leans against the doorframe. you blow out a short breath of frustration, gesturing at the mirror, âi feel like i look like a mess.â
osamuâs lips part in disbelief, the corners twitching in annoyance, âare ya kiddinâ?â he scoffs, leaning forward to place a big hand on your arm. you turn away from your reflection, looking up at him, surprised to see such a perplexed expression upon his face.
âyer ridiculous, ya know that?â he scoffs, already pulling you out of the bathroom, âiâm serious.â you whine in frustration with yourself, begrudgingly following him towards the door. osamu lets go of the soft hold he has on your arm, turning to face you; he bends over to level with you, shaking his head, âyer the most beautiful person i have ever seen in my life, ya know that?â
you go quiet, crossing your arms as he stands back up to open the door for you. osamu glances over his shoulder, a wry grin occupying his lips now as he shakes his head once more, âi seriously canât believe ya, sometimes.â
you knew osamu better than to think there was any actual malice hidden behind his frustration with you. leave it to him to fix the unfixable. as you walk down the hotel hallway, the way he drapes an arm around your shoulder suddenly makes you consider that he might be right. the admiration in his eyes as he looks at you makes you feel like maybe you are the most beautiful person in the world.
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âwhen i drive, i always check over the seat, i could see you right there, waiting for meâ
it was much too late for this type of situation to be launched at you so suddenly, you knew that, but you still chose to unlock the door when you saw suna through your peephole.
you could tell he was drunk, his cheeks were bright red, hair mussed and eyes lidded with exhaustion. âwhat are you-â you hiss under your breath as he makes his effort to push into your apartment, experiencing no resistance from you as you let him stumble in. suna turns to face you upon hearing the door click shut, a lazy grin gracing his face.
âhi,â he snickers, readjusting his unstable stance. âhey.â you return, crossing your arms, âyou know itâs late, right?â the clock on your phone reads 1:30, exactly two hours past when you should have been asleep. âi knooow.â he muses, walking over to collapse on your couch.
âare you just gonna sleep here?â you scoff incredulously, watching him roll over to look at you, grinning contentedly. ânah, came here to say something.â suna rasps, patting the cushion of the couch beside his head as if he owns the place.
against your better judgement, you choose to oblige, sitting down with a sigh as he makes an effort to sit up hunched beside you. âyou know iâm not an idiot, right?â he starts, an unusual mixture of honesty and playfulness in his drunken tone. you crease your brows in confusion, âwhat are you talking about?â
âi know,â he nods, leaning back onto the couch, âi know what weâve been doing this whole time.â you feel your heart begin to race, he canât possibly be hinting at that, can he?
all the playful flirting, the lingering touches and longing glances around friends. they were meant to never be discussed, a secret so forbidden that even the two who kept it mustnât acknowledge it. the practically invisible elephant in the room. suna was about to mess it all up, and you werenât sure if your heart beat ten times faster with fear or excitement.
âwhat?â your mouth has long gone dry, words unsaid all dying on your tongue before they can even flow out to defend yourself. âiâm tired of it.â suna mumbles out, closing his eyes, then cracking one open to look at you, âarenât you?â
he doesnât wait for your response, though there wasnât enough room for thought in your mind to formulate one, anyways. âi used to think i could ignore it, but i never realized how much i think about it until recently,â suna swallows, then turns to face you, head lolling against the couch, âam i wrong? itâs been like this the whole time, hasnât it?â
you frown, âwhat do you mean?â
âyouâve liked me this whole time, havenât you?â suna whispers, the tenderness of vulnerability making him sound so quiet, âbecause all i do is think about what things would be like if we stopped pretending like nothing was happening.â
there he goes, spoiling the quiet little mutual crush you two shared. something that started small enough not to notice, but grew until it boiled over, and one of you were bound to crack. it was suna who cracked first, albeit drunk, but you knew in the hushed whisper of his confession, that he meant every word of it.
âi-âŠâ your words are lost to you, anything you thought to say no longer exists. suna reaches up a calloused hand, sloppily brushing a piece of hair from your face, âmâ really tired of missing you when youâre not aroundâŠwanâ you âroundâŠall the time.â heâs beginning to slur his words, and you realize how drunk he actually is, his breaths slowing with the tightening grips of sleep.
as sunaâs eyes flutter shut, you canât help but wish he doesnât forget about this when morning seeps in through your living room windows and wakes him up from a long, drunken slumber.
đđšđšđ«đź đšđąđ€đđ°đ ⶠđŁđźđ§đ
â(you make me wanna) buy a new dress, (you make me wanna) slip off a new dressâ
you canât believe how different life feels when you completely give in to love. how have you gone so long without the addictive sensation of loving and being loved? with tooru around, the blandest situation becomes technicolor; the chirping of birds by your window in the morning is no longer annoying, the coffee shop seems to always make your order right, and you look prettier in the mirror than you ever have before.
tonight the moon did not bring the chill of seaside winds with her, instead, the warm kiss of a summerâs breeze drifted through the air. you and tooru had long forgotten about your walk back to the car after dinner and had ended up at the pier, salty sea air dancing through locks of hair and playing with the hem of the dress youâd bought specifically for this date.
a warm pair of hands come from behind you, fitting snug against your hips as oikawa tucks his chin into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss behind your ear. âhave i mentioned you look beautiful tonight?â he murmurs. before, you wouldâve been so embarrassed at how easily he could make you blush, but now it doesnât matter.
âi think youâve mentioned it a couple of times.â you hum in response, leaning into his touch. oikawa snickers, watching waves lap against each other in a foamy dance. âcould i mention it again?â he returns slyly and you giggle, âiâll allow it.â
tooru leans forward, whispering into the shell of your ear, âyou look beautiful tonight.â he seems all too pleased at the way your cheeks burn red, how easily you could be flustered if you let yourself be.
âhowâd i get so lucky, hm?â he adds, nosing into your cheek, following the soft touch with a peppering of kisses along the side of your face. âtooru,â you whisper, voice shaky with the aftertaste of laughter, âhm?â he purrs into your skin.
you bring up a hand to place on the other side of his face, situating your head to return a chaste kiss to his cheek, âletâs head home, yeah?â
oikawa stands up straight again, brushing his fingers over to spot youâd kissed you suddenly. while he prides himself on his ability to make you flustered, sometimes he conveniently ignores the fact that youâve always had the exact same effect in tenfold.
âi think thatâs a great idea.â he muses, slipping a hand from your waist to link fingers with your own as you walk back up the pier. in the midst of your lovesick chatter, he interrupts you, âhey, my love?â
âyeah?â you mutter lightly in response.
âi forgot what direction we parked the car in.â
đĄđđŁđąđŠđ đąđ°đđąđłđźđŠđą ⶠđđĄđđ§đ€ đČđšđź
âi really hate to admit it, i put my pride on the line, âcause when i met you, i knew it, iâd thank you for your time.â
being like this was never easy for hajime, which is why he chose against this for so long. it was a tiring six-month battle of hallway encounters and awkward elevator rides before he finally admitted to himself that he was head over heels for the girl across the hallway from him.
loneliness seems so distant now, and heâs long chased it away in return for your sleeping figure beside him. iwaizumi canât imagine what his life would be like nowadays if his pillows didnât smell like you or his shoes didnât fit so perfectly next to yours at the end of the day.
he canât find it in himself to sleep tonight, and neither can you, a short moment of surprise exchanged as you roll over to find heâs already looking down at you. after a blink or two, the both of you felt grins of amusement tugging on either corners of your lips. hajime pulls you closer, wrapping his big arms around your torso, thumbing the small of your back.
âyouâre my favorite, you know that?â he mumbles into your hair with a certain waggishness to his words. you huff out a short laugh, âfavorite what?â
âjust in general.â he returns, moving back slightly to look down at you with big eyes full of fondness, âi like you a lot more than anything else.â
giggling, you bring a hand up to cup the side of his face, feeling the setting of his jaw under your palm at the touch, âyouâre not so bad yourself, either.â
hajime scoffs in amusement, rolling his eyes, âoh, thanks.â
the dark bedroom is filled with the mirth of quiet laughter, a moment that seems to last forever, a feeling that you wish to keep in your pocket and carry around. thereâs nothing extraordinarily funny happening, and perhaps youâre only laughing in disbelief of the fact that this is real
living with hajime is like moving in with your best friend, thereâs nothing about plain existence thatâs entertaining, but with him everything is funnier than itâs ever been. you two never get enough sleep because youâre always up for hours, savoring each word, touching each otherâs skin, feeding off the thrill of breathing each otherâs air like the opportunity is only for one night.
hajime is glad that you made him a weak man. thereâs nothing more in the world he could have ever wanted than this, and heâd be thanking you for sharing your time until the day he died.
đđ€đđđŹđĄđą đ€đđąđŁđą ⶠđđđ«đ«đđ©đąđ§
âsimple thing, i donât need much to like, i find.â
saturday nights were never spent like they used to be back in college. you suppose thatâs a part of growing up, becoming boring. but despite how plain the pattern of your life has become since youâve started working and settling down, you never once considered wanting anything more.
akaashiâs cramming days worth of work into one night, lips stained with red wine as he types with precision onto the clacking keyboard of his laptop. youâre on the other side of the couch, legs bent up to support your own laptop that you draft an email on. you let out a pained groan at a sudden ache that tears through your thigh, setting the laptop onto the coffee table to stretch out the tight muscle.
keiji pauses, looking up at you. his glasses were almost askew, sliding down his nose. a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, a collegiate habit that sometimes still haunts the both of you, especially on nights like these. âis your leg cramping?â he inquires, setting his laptop on the cushion beside him. you nod, kneading at the skin.
a soft breath of surprise sucks in through your lips when a pair dexterous hands replace your own, pushing between the muscles with precision. you look up to find akaashiâs focused expression, what was left of his cigarette burning out on the ashtray placed haphazardly on the couchâs arm.
sudden relief washes across your body as his index finger pushes into the right spot, a low sigh leaking from your lips. akaashi glances back up, a rare smirk making its appearance, âbetter?â you nod in response.
akaashi looks at his watch, then up at you, âitâs kinda late, huh?â he notes, leaning over to shut his laptop. âit was kinda late two hours ago, itâs really late now.â you return, stretching your sore back out. once again, akaashiâs hands return to your body, kneading at the tired muscles without a second thought.
a soft kiss is pressed to the tender back of your neck, it smells like red wine and cigarettes, you longed to turn around and taste his lips, but restrained yourself. âyou tired?â he asks, already knowing the answer.
âi justâŠi really need to finish this project by monday, iâm worried that-â keiji silences you with another kiss, this time to your cheek, âyou wonât get anything done if youâre tired, why donât you work on it tomorrow?â
you think about arguing, but you ultimately know that heâs right. your shoulders relax and you let your body weight rest up against his chest, savoring the rise and fall of his ribs with every breath he takes.
tonight was simple, perhaps a bit stressful, but that was the typical night with keiji nowadays. you couldnât ever find yourself growing restless with this, however, and moments like these made you feel like no matter how unremarkable nights like these are, you love them more than anything. you love keiji more than anything.
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Imagine Wally West being the one to have a crush/obsession with reader, it would be cute, however l feel like it would be as if Reader is trying to overcorrect in a way
Instead of dark hair he has bright hair, instead of dark and brooding heâs very vibrant and carefree, instead of no powers all skill he has powers and skill, plus reader can give him a hand signal and BOOM they are back home in sweatpants, watching the latest show they are obsessed with, talking about which actor is better for the main character
On the other hand, I can totally see Wally as the best friend that gives the shovel talk to potential love interests as well as the friend who will straight up ask if reader wants to move in. Heâs just so⊠friend shaped and safe feeling
a/n: imagine waking up to over 20 detailed asks, couldn't be me! but seriously, i enjoy how all of you are into the series as much as i am. there's so much lore potential and love interests that i can insert or another yan! family who would be more than willing to take you away from your batfam so i can see this series being longer than all my other writing.
i'll admit, i never thought of wally being a contender for a love interest but this is so interesting... your reason for being close to him is "if dangerous, why friend shaped?" (albeit unknowing of his love for you) but you just don't want to admit that he's your form of coping by exposing yourself to a person who's straight up the opposite of your family.
though, you have so many other advantages than his physical traits, which would be the power he hones; his speed. sure, you have to get used to the first few months of motion sickness but with enough practice, you'll be blazing off and away from any momentary dangerâ that danger being your family.
wally often does get flirtatious with you. which means unlike your living circumstances beforehand, you'll be faced with constant compliments and attention here and there that you ought to never notice.
oh, your hair looks so slick and shiny! did you use the new shampoo he bought for you? ohh, you look so adorable wearing his pajamas! you should match with him more often. the necklace he bought for you totally complements your eyes! you should go on a movie date today, babe!
â oh, sorry, did you hear him call you babe? that's totally what friends call each other when they're as close as peas in a pod, you know? it sucks a lot that you never had someone as close as wally. but worry not, darling; he'll make sure you never have to ask for his love, not when he's quicker to reciprocate it.
did he just call you darling?
nevermind that, ahah. wally would totally be the type to glare at anybody who thinks they're better than him when it comes to hitting on you. sorry stranger, but he's your bestest and closest friend in the world, he's your future roommate, your future boyfriend, and nobody could ever reach that levelâ not that you'd hear that from him directly, but he'll pass that message on anybody who thinks they have what it takes to flirt with you.
after that incident, he'll offer you a place at his apartment, or somewhere far, far away where only a speedster like him can reach; just to guarantee your ultimate protection from obstacles like your family or anybody else interested in you.
yeah! he's such a good friend.
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JJK MEN X PUPPYGIRL!READER
Notes: Hi, This is for my lovely jjk enjoyers, and its pretty long
Pairings: Puppygirl!FemReader x Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Toji (Seperate)
Tags: They might be ooc, SMUTT, Fluff, Hybrid!Reader, Blowjob, Pussyeating, MeanMen!,Manhandling, and more!, NOTPROOFREAD,
Gojo
absolutely loves you so much, when it came to finding his perfect match he stumbled upon you. You were like his carbon copy in personality, all excited and jumpy: though at times it can be a little too much if he just got off work after a long day of the higher ups nagging him, but nonetheless he reveled in your attention.
He also loves how you jumped at the opportunity to give him the wettest kisses ever! Peppering kisses all over his face while telling him how you waited soo long for him. Though from him checking the cameras all you did was sleep the entire time and occasionally grab something to eat, then go right back to napping all cute.
Oh god Gojo absolutely adores teasing and leading you on. It riles him up to see you pout when he tells you a little lie, you just trust his word a little too much! But when he sees you on the verge of tears heâll coo and bring you into a warm hug: while still adding fuel to the fire in a condensing tone: you donât realize because ur a little.. well dumb!
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On some days Gojo thinks youâre the one teasing him, youâre positioned in his lap, legs wrapped around his torso. Giving him such sweet kisses oh he loves it so much. One kiss on the corner of his lips and one directly on the lips: you obviously arenât even aware just how much youâre riling him up.Â
When youâve decided youâve had enough of kissing, you take to licking him softly, a gesture meant to calm and relax him: it does the total opposite he revels in it, feeling his cock stir in his pants. He was damn near excited when he picked up on you wearing the thinnest, tightest shorts, squeezing the outline of your cunt so lewdly, his money very well spent. Your pink tongue glides out to slide against the bottom of his lips to the top, he gladly and all too eagerly opens and latches onto your lips, already searching for your tongue and he starts sucking on it loudly, Gojo loves how within a few seconds youâre already mewling into his mouth, trying your hardest to not nip at him with your sharp teeth.Â
Everytime you pull away with strings of saliva breaking, he pulls you right back in, you should know better by now not to give away when heâs trying to make you feel good. Â
He takes it upon himself to shimmy you out of your shorts, no panties of course just the way he likes it.Â
He lines himself up with your awaiting hole, gojo tries to be super gentle since heâs aware you hate the stretch of his thick length, it just overwhelms you too much. Youâre whimpering in his neck as he brings you around him. Pitiful pleas fill the room, right until he has you flush against his torso, his cock twitching slightly in you, the warmth you provide has him near bucking his hips into you but he remains calm.Â
Big strong hands grip your ass and before you know it, heâs lifting you up his cock slowly, only the tip inside before he slams you down using about only a fraction of his strength. You moan In pleasure and just a little pain.Â
After awhile of gojo repeating this process, not even yet breaking his pace, Youâre a mess, feeling his fat cock drag against your sensitive walls over and over.Â
Nanami-
Nanami was a little different when it comes to selecting his favorite girl, he wanted someone calm and collected. At first he got what he wanted, you obeyed, listened so well, he loved you on your best behavior: staring up at him with star-stuck eyes when he gave you a direction.Â
Until you started to get really comfortable with him, that shyness which was your shell had begun to open up and Nanami was in for a real hellstorm. You had began to get really really clingy, whining and pouting when he would have to leave, clinging to him at the door, practically in tears trying to persuade him to stay. He of course couldnât stay and sadly had to leave you to your own: reassuring you that he could see you in the cameras and talk to you, with this Information you begrudgingly let him go.Â
When he had checked the cameras sometime after you were on the couch laying down with his shirt being used as a pillow, your ears downturned in signal that you were not happy one-bit. When he spoke, rather low your ears perked and you jumped and quickly scanned the room, he slowly coaxed you towards the camera and he witnessed the cutest dopey grin on your face, you sat(pulled up a chair to sit near the camera) there and listened to Nanami talk just about anything.Â
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Nanamiâs favorite thing to do is focus solely on you, he just loves you so much, youâve managed to implement yourself Into his daily routine. He wonât be complete if you arenât cuddling with him at exactly 9:30, though his stoic nature will never let him say that outloud so he relays it by small lingering kisses.Â
Nanami knows how easy it is for you to get horny, your ears and tails betray you when they tuck themselves under and you tuck your tail in-between your legs:Â trying to hinder the painful throbs within your cunt, he knows it all too well, knows his goodgirl: you, wants him so badly but doesnât wanna disturb his sleep incase he has to get early.Â
Nanami always has to take the lead to touch you, so he makes his move, sliding himself inbetween your legs, and you happily obliged by moving your tail out of the way.Â
Peeling off your panties is an easy task, Nanami wets his fingers before deftly swirling them around your clit, already attacking the source of your pleasure. You groan and move to grip his hair hard, he doesnât mind at all.Â
His skilled tongue collects your cum before spreading it everywhere, getting you nice and wet. His mouth moves further up towards your clit, giving teasing little licks, his large hands grab the back of your thighs and push them, giving him a more lewd view of you spread open just for him. Cute whines leave your throat as he takes the time to admire the sight before him: cunt drooling just from a little foreplay.Â
Within the next few seconds heâs sucking on your clit, absolutely loving the taste of you, you mewl his name shamelessly. bucking your hips onto his face for more.Â
With all this nanami can finally slip two thick fingers into you, and that he does, he doesnât wait till you adjust, simply fucking you with the digits while your head is thrown back moaning even louder, small pleas fill the air for nanami to let you cum. His fingers push the deepest they can go and you feel little pulses within you, awaiting before they finally get stronger and you cum right on his face with a loud moan, heâs already working on lapping up all the juices decorating your cunt.
Toji
Oh brother, Toji loves his pup SOO stupid, he wants her to rely on him completely, thatâs where you come in, a dumb pliant thing, willing to let him do just about anything to you, and still have a blinding smile on your face. He loves the evenings where he can simply relax with you on top of him: belly flat, but heâll never admit that outloud and especially not to you. Itâs the time where he can softly stroke your hair and rub just behind your ears while you rest your eyes in complete content.Â
Toji notices your drooling habit a bit late, heâll catch you staring at a certain item with some type of newfound interest, with your mouth slightly open, but thereâs a simple fix where he taps your cheek twice before all that attention is once again back on him: he revels In it.Â
Speaking of you being too stupid, Toji does everything around the house, he canât even trust you to wash a dish before that empty head of urs takes you somewhere else. So when heâs doing housework heâll sit you in front of the Tv and throw on some cheesy romcon thatâll keep you busy: though it wonât even last two hours before your wandering around trying to find him.Â
At times you can be kind of a thorn in his side when you want to be, maybe even giving him a little attitude when he asks something of you, it surprises him every time you shoot back a snarky remark because itâs just THAT rare. Heâll ask you to repeat yourself with a serious look on his face before you back down and just does as he says.Â
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When you do decide to keep that stinking attitude of yours up, ur in a world of painful pleasure because toji is mean as hell.Â
When he fucks you he likes to make it HURTTT, so when heâs balls deep in your poor abused pussy, slamming his hips against your ass repeatedly you can only mewl out apologies on how youâll improve, Toji knows youâre lying of course you are, he canât see your face but he can feel, feel the little quirk of your lip, but it doesnât further frustrate him, no it drives him to push you even further, more than you can possibly handle.Â
He switches positions to pressing you into a tight mating press, youre a whole mess, dried tears, hell even new tears take their place on your face. He begins his pacing starting off slow, but eventually speeds up to what he was giving you before. It feels so good you canât help but slur into the air on repeat. Tojis hand moves down to your tail where he yanks on it as he moves, your reaction is quick, yelping to move your tail but his grip remains tight.
After a quick while of him using you like a toy solely meant for his pleasure, your habit starts to show itself, Toji groans at the sight, this just puts the icing on the cake for him at least.
He leans in and pressing his thick tongue into your mouth, you canât deny him when you feel like youâre already on the edge of losing yourself, so he indulges, giving you sloppy kisses whenever he can while you tighten around his cock over and over.Â
Toji lifts his hips up and slams back down into your already spent cunt, thatâs when you start to attempt to away from your impending orgasm, he doesnât let you move even an inch, letting you silently know that itâs gonna happen: and it sure does, he feels you spasm and twitch around him, pulling him in deeper while you cry out in pain, it hurts but the pleasure outweighs it by a ton, with ragged breathes you finally cum, your pussy contracting and convulsing while he still pounds away at you. Â
Geto-Â
Geto merely tolerates you, thereâs no inbetween, heâll let you do as you please as long as it doesnât involve his work. But when said work is done all your attention is on him, it does feel nice to have a little stupid thing to do his bidding. Youâre already on him as soon as he gives you permission, sliding yourself between his big arms and nuzzling into the crevice of his neck, it amazes him how you havenât picked up on just what he does at work, do you know he's killed people? Of course you donât and heâll continue to keep you in the dark about that aspect.
When you latch onto his neck and begin to suck softly he doesnât push you away like the first time, he had noticed a while back his pup has a habit of doing this every so often, quietly whining against him. You had mumbled to him it had something to do with your teeth, and needing something to keep you busy from the slight throb in them. He enjoys this much more than anything in the quiet space of the living room.Â
You love when he begins patting your tail and ears at the same time, bonus when he slips a large thigh inbetween yours and slightly bounces you, encouraging you to not stop the soft suckling.Â
Geto also loves cooking with you, by cooking with you he means you latched onto his torso your tail swishing back and forth so happily, following behind every step, you absolutely do not let go, until everything is finished do you finally allow him to breathe, but as soon as your plate is cleaned youâre back on him. Deft fingers combing through his beautiful black locks.Â
-Some days Getou has to leave for days at a time heâll prepare some food while youâre sleeping worryfree.Â
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Geto loves you in between his legs, loves when you see him spread open on the couch, practically inviting you with his happy trail on display. You show no hesitation when you crawl towards him. Your hands gripping on his fat cock, he hisses behind his teeth but continues to let you do your thing.Â
Freeing his cock from their confines you take to slowly stroking him but also watching his expression with a new found-interest. After a while of gathering him up you wrap your pretty lips around his tip and suckle lightly. Geto has told you how he hates when you donât just get to the point but right now he canât seem to give a shit, right now want he wants is to fuck your throat till its raw. When he makes an attempt to help you, you call his name in that whiny tone, telling him to let you handle it.Â
He doesnât argue, but he does sit back to get more comfortable. You take him in your mouth; slowly taking him deeper and deeper inch by inch, sucking from the tip to his middle and suctioning your mouth, he groans, relaxing his head on the back of the couch. His thick hands go to knead your ears; to spur you to take more of him, you oblige and do what he wants, you canât take all of Suguru, so both of your hands fill where your mouth canât.
You completely pull off to suck on his neglected balls, he moans not really expecting you to do that, the heavy things fill your mouth, you continue to jerk him off while you remain down below. He feels his lower abdomen tighten and tighten and his panting speeding up, before heâs spilling his thick load.
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contains: soft jongho
âNo.â
âNo what?â
Jongho knows his firm words have not penetrated your emotional wall one bit. Realistically he could never deny you of anything, the use of the word ânoâ with you completely foreign to him. But this time he just wants the future benefit of being able to say âI told you so.â
You hold the raggedy looking kitten in your arms as it eats out of the spoon Jongho holds out in front of it. Its mouth moves a mile a minute. He thinks itâs frighteningly tiny, quite ugly and smelly too. But youâre holding it like itâs a darling, million-dollar jewel with pure love in your eyes and he canât help but be smitten with everything that is about you, you, you.
You wave itâs black paw towards Jongho, the smile on your face glowing, âSay hello, daddy,â
Jongho wants to grimace and deny you, but a laugh breaks loose out of him, âI am no oneâs daddy,â
You raise a brow at that, and he already knows youâre going to say something stupid, so he shuts you up with a kiss to your forehead and takes the black furball out of your hands. It looks comedically small against Jonghoâs larger frame, but he holds it like a gentle flower and youâre sure the kittenâs alright.
âWe will keep him for one night,â your squeal of joy makes Jongho smile, âBut, weâre not naming him, ok? And heâs going away in the morning time,â He doesnât look up at you once while heâs talking and youâre sure your bribery to keep the kitten is working, despite what he may say.
âBut look at him, honey,â you pout up at him, âSo sad. So alone in the little cardboard box I found him in, you shouldâve seen it,â
Jongho scrunches his nose, a scrutinizing look pointed at you, âYou probably kidnapped him,â
You feign offense, âDid not! Someone totally abandoned him,â
He hums, too focused on the sound of the now sleeping kittenâs purrs. You lean your head on his shoulder, arms winding around his waist. He wants to laugh at how youâre seriously looking at the kitten like youâve been waiting 9 months for it, but heâs suffocating on his adoration for you. He forgets that your sensitivity and gentleness is something thatâs reserved for him. He forgets what a rare, beautiful sight you are. He forgets how big his love for you is, but good thing youâre here to remind him.
He speaks softly, âWe should name him Bear.â
bom note: sorry iâm madly in love with jongho. as if itâs my fault. reqs are open :>
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the pet obsession * fem!driver
instances where max verstappen influenced her to get a pet
pairings: max verstappen x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver
warnings: -
notes: this took me forever to write BECAUSE? and, there will be more! i imagine she's sort of a pokemon collector like alex with all his pets LMFAO
(series masterlist) | (đ the rookie season)
-> australia, 2023
she never actually wanted a pet. never in her life did she find the responsibilities and inconvenience of owning a pet was for her. especially when she had her own â more important â things going on.
until max started gushing about his cats in the club, blabbering about how adorable jimmy and sassy were when he last saw them a couple of days ago.
the thought of coming home to barks and meows were never in your peripheral vision when becoming an adult. suddenly it is, seeing all your friends and colleagues having pets of their own. how cuddly and warm it looks to have an animal cuddle up to your side at the end of the day.
âyou know, youâre convincing me to get a pet!â she screams over the music, body still moving along to the beat of the song. âyou sold me on the cuddles!â
âseriously?â the drunk dutch asks, stumbling to keep his phone in his pocket. âa pet or a cat?â
âpets, in general!â she laughs, taking a step towards him. she beckons him towards her, the older driver bending down to put his ear by her mouth. âi used to be allergic when i was a kid.â
max raises his eyebrows, pulling away. ânot anymore, though?â
ânot anymore!â
thatâs when max stands up straight, losing his balance slightly. he holds his arms up to regain it as a wide smile creeps on his face. âfollow me.â
âwhat foâ okay,â she says, but not before max already has a firm grip on her wrist and is threading the crowd on the dancefloor with her.
she doesnât ask questions, why would she when the two-time world champion is being so nice and friendly to her? considering this is one of the rare times heâs starting to really open up to her too.
âwhere are we going?â she asks softly, tiptoeing for max to be able to hear her. she tries glancing at his phone when they stop by the doors of the club, but he only shakes his head and moves the phone away from her sight. âokay.â
âtrust me. youâll love me after tonight.â max turns towards the door, grip on her wrist again.
but before she can follow suit, sebastian is now standing over the doorframe with a hand held up to stop them. âwhere are you going?â he glances down at their hands. âyouâre not trying to eliminate competition, are you, max?â
max tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing as he follows the older manâs gaze. he gasps loudly and drops her hand, jumping a step away from her. âno, absolutely not!â
âthen where are you going?â
âto find her a pet,â max points at the younger girl with an innocent grin. âshe said she wants one.â
âwhat?â she exclaims, a soft smack landing on his arms. âi said i was convinced, not that i want one right now!â
âwhere were you going to find her a pet?â sebastianâs eyebrows furrow as well, the complexity of the situation not fully processing in his intoxicated brain. âitâs 2am, you guys. itâs closed everywhere.â
max presses his lips together. âi saw a stray cat outside before we came in.â
âoh, that cat is adorable!â she gushes, a hand coming up to cup her own cheeks. she remembers how the cat butted its head on her calves as they awaited for someone to let them in.
âright? if i didnât have two territorial cats of my own, iâd totally take it home with me right now.â
âyouâre right! letâs get the cat!â
sebastian holds his arm out, swiftly catching the girl stomping her way towards the door.
âhey!â she shrieks, a look of disbelief replacing her once ecstatic expression.
âyouâre not taking a random stray cat back. your mother will kill me if you catch a disease,â sebastian sighs. he turns back to max with a stern finger point. âyou should know better, max! come on!â
max drops his head, lips pouted. âyouâre right. weâll get you a proper, vaccinated cat, (y/n).â
âokay, letâs get back to the dance floor,â sebastian groans, pushing them gently further into the club. he shakes his head. âseriously, i turned my head for one second!â
âoscar,â she slurs, dropping her weight into her friendâs arms.
âget a grip, come on,â oscar mutters, hands wrapping around her torso to keep her from falling. âyou didnât even drink that much â why are you being like this?â
âseb wouldnât let me get a cat,â she sighs, her hair falling to cover the sides of her face. she pushes herself off the australian and stumbles a couple of steps to the side, propping herself up on a lamp post. âso rude.â
âi can hear you,â sebastian scoffs, his hand around maxâs arm to keep him upright while stepping out of the bar. âitâs just dangerous if itâs a stray cat. youâve got to bring them to the vet for the initial check up and everything.â
âyeah, but i m- oh my gosh!â she shrieks, hands cupping her cheeks again. they all look at whatâs caught her attention, the same cat that max was talking about earlier now at her feet once more. âoh, youâre still here! hello there!â
â(y/n),â oscar says, pulling her back gently. âseb literally just explained why you shouldnât get a stray cat.â
âbut he loves me, look at him!â she squeals, the cat rubbing its side on her feet. the cat makes figure 8âs around her ankles, its tail brushing past her calves while rubbing his head on her. âi have to take her home, oscar!â
âoh, he chose you!â max exclaims, eyes wide and pointing at the black cat. âthat cat absolutely ignored the living shit out of me earlier!â
âmax,â sebastian sighs, grabbing his shoulders. max cranes his neck, meeting sebastianâs eyes with a tired smile. âshut up.â
when he looks back at her, the girl is now bent down to the ground, reaching forward to take the cat into her arms.
âoh, baby!â she coos, juggling the willing cat in her arms as it meows at her. âseb, i have to bring him home! he loves me!â
oscarâs lips carve into a scowl, exchanging a worried glance with sebastian.
sebastian shakes his head and lets go of max, walking towards the girl. max stumbles, arms coming up to stabilise himself from the sudden loss of the man holding him up. â(y/n), the process will be long and crazy.â
oscar jogs on over to him, replacing sebastian to hold him up. âif she gets this cat, mateâŠâ
âthen thatâs good. will give her more responsibilities,â max mutters somewhat soberly, pointing at the girl stepping away cautiously from sebastian. âitâs a good benchmark.â
âseb, no!â she shrieks, taking more steps back as sebastian continually approaches her with her arms held out to take the cat. âhe already has a name â you canât possibly take him from me!â
âyour mother will shave my head if we go back home with some random street cat in your arms,â sebastian sighs, rubbing his forehead. âfor all you know, it could be someoneâs cat.â
she frowns, now carrying the cat over her shoulder like a baby. she looks around, the bouncer of the club looking straight ahead as if they hadnât caused this much commotion.
âhey,â she calls out towards him. âexcuse me, bouncer, sir!â he turns to look at her, a welcoming grin on his face. âis this anybodyâs cat?â
he presses his lips together, glancing at sebastianâs impatient stare. alas, he canât lie to the teary eyed girl hugging the cat for dear life. âno, maâam. heâs a stray cat.â
âthank you!â she smiles, then turning to sebastian with a knowing grin. âi told you. this cat is mine now!â
âwhatâs his name?â max asks excitedly, stumbling forward to pet the cat on its head.
the girl stands proud and tall, adjusting the cat to face the rest of the group. âhis name is kidnapper.â
âthatâs gotta be some form of animal abuse,â oscar shakes his head disapprovingly. âwhy would you name your cat that?â
âbecause itâs funny,â she says, giving him a stare. âhis nickname will be âkidâ! like seb calls me!â
she grins at sebastian, the older man only folding his arms and breaking their eye contact. âi guess thatâs kinda cute.â
âit is cute.â
-> monaco, 2023
âmate,â max looks up from his phone, turning to look at the younger driver sitting on his couch. âyou know where we should go?â
she lifts her eyebrow, still patting the jimmy that sits on her lap comfortably. âwhat?â
âthereâs a pet shop nearby. kelly and i walked past it the other day â thereâs a really adorable puppy that i think you might like,â max grins, raising an eyebrow at her. âitâs a corgi.â
she pushes herself off the back of the couch, sitting up straight. âa corgi?â
âyeah, a corgi.â
jimmy steps off her lap, allowing her to stand up. âwhat are you waiting for? letâs go.â
max grabs her back, shaking his head before they make it to the door. âwonât sebastian get mad at us though? another pet from another foreign country. really?â
she lets her stare at him linger. on one hand, she already has a cat she managed to bring home from one race. whatâs another?
she shrugs. âiâll just name it after him or something.â
max raises his eyebrow. âyou sure?â
âyeah, maybe i just wonât tell him until itâs too late.â
"seriously? another pet?" sebastian shouts, staring at the corgi sleeping at the edge of her bed. "you gotta stop adopting pets from other countries, you know. it's not cheap!"
"but how can say no to this face?" she coos, moving over to the dog, pouting while leaning her head on it. "you're a dog person, seb. i know you'd never say no to this face."
sebastian shakes his head. "you can barely keep up with kidnapper in your apartment. what are you going to do with a whole ass dog?"
she presses her lips together, before forming a grin on her face. "blythe will look after them while i'm gone. no big deal."
"not the point."
"totally the point. max helped me get this one!" she cheers, patting the corgi's head. "his name is stubby; we got him from the pet store near his apartment."
sebastian just sighs, shaking his head. he turns around and heads towards the door of her hotel room. "as long as you can get him back without any problems. this is no longer any of my business."
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Chapter 16 - Let It Flood
Series Masterlist
Author's Note: This feels like a good time to tell you guys weâre only halfway done and that I pinky promise thereâs a happy ending. Chapter Title from Foundations of Decay by My Chemical Romance
Word Count: 22k
Chapter Summary/Warnings: It's time. Usual Warnings, with big smut and bigger angst.
Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, fluff, heavy angst, smut, pining
Read on A03!
Chapter 15 - Chapter 17
âWhat about Paris?âÂ
She leaned around the bathroom door to frown at Ben, toothbrush muffling her words. âWhat about Paris?â
âFor where they ship us off to after this shit.â Ben glanced down at his phone, displaying a generically fucking boring postcard picture of the Eiffel tower. âItâs full of fucking art and shit.â She loved stupid fucking art and shit.
âI donât think theyâre going to let us choose where we go, Ben.â She wrinkled her nose at him. âAnd youâd hate Paris. You hate France.â
Ben scowled. âItâs a stupid, useless, cowardly country full of-â
âFucking pussies,â She smiled at himâso bright and happyâand Ben couldnât bring himself to do more than roll his eyes at her dogshit impression of him. âI donât think youâd make it a week in Paris. Someone would offer you food and youâd try to kill them.â
âWhat about,â Ben glanced at the next recommendation on the Ten Best Romantic Vacation Cities list heâd found online. It wasnât total fucking shit, even if the website kept trying to tell him the Ten Best Ways to Use a Vibrator with a Partner. Heâd save that tab for later. âHavana?â
âCuba has a strained relationship with the CIA.â She shrugged. âI donât think theyâd agree to take us in.â
âHawaii?â
âWell, Iâd be fine with Hawaii, but I donât think you would.â She retreated back into the bathroom, and Ben frowned.
âIâd fucking love Hawaii. It would be full of damn beaches to fuck on-â
âNo,â She reappeared, walking over to stand between Benâs legs. Looking so fucking perfect thereâwearing his shirt and hair still messy from his hands and holding his face between her palmsâthat Ben almost missed what she was saying. âThey wouldnât put us in a resort, theyâd put us in a town. Probably away from the beach, definitely without the infrastructure it should have. Just a real bummer of human rights. Youâd hate it.â
She said those last words so simply that all the fancy, brainy shit sheâd been telling Ben felt pointless. She thought heâd hate it, and she was always fucking right, and was smiling down at him with so much adoration on Her face thatâeven if she was somehow wrongâBen was now certain heâd hate it.
âFine,â he grunted, dropping his phone to his lap and tugging Her further forward with hands on the back of her thighs. âWhere the hell would you want to go, if youâre so fucking smart.â
She was so fucking smart. And She knew it, because she was grinning when she said, âRome.â
âRome?âÂ
âIt has a bunch of art and history and culture for me, and some very good fucking food for you. Plus, everyone there is stupid hot.â
Ben winked at Her. âYouâre stupid hot enough to power a country, beautiful. I donât need anyone else.â
âThanks,â She mumbled, looking very firmly away from Ben as her face flushed that pretty fucking color. âBut I was talking about for our escort business.âÂ
âAnd thatâs why youâre the damn brains.â Ben rubbed circles on Her skin, and she fell a little further into him, hands tightening on his face. âAlways fucking planning. Weâre going to need to find some people half as damn hot as we are, because weâre only fucking each other.â
She scoffed, and Ben thought Her heart might beat right out of her chest. âHow sweet of you, to keep your dick in your pants at even the prospect of money.â
âWeâll earn plenty of goddamn money. My dick is yours, Sunshine.âÂ
She hummed, and her hands started to play with Benâs hair in a way that made him feel like a goddamn puppy. What was worse was that it felt fucking good. Her perfect fucking hands, touching him because she wanted to, because she liked touching him. âEven if someone offered ten million dollars?âÂ
âYours.â
âThatâs financially irresponsible.â She mumbled, still incredibly fucking determined to not meet his eyes. âWe could buy a house with that money.âÂ
âIf I was offering my dick for money,â Ben drawled. âWe could buy a fucking island. But itâs yours,â he said Her name firmly, and she glanced at him with wide eyes. âSo get damn used to chasing customers off.âÂ
âChasing customers off?âÂ
âIâm going to have to do it for you,â he grinned at Her. âFucking pussies who think they can fuck you the way I will.âÂ
She stuck her tongue out at him, but Ben didnât miss the smile she was failing to fight. âHorny fucking cunt.âÂ
That was enough. Just that was a good enough reason for Ben to pull Her all the way into his lap, let her straddle his thigh, and silence her small sound of surprise with his mouth. For Ben to tug and touch Her skin in time with all the ways heâd learned to play her mouth until she was limp and moaning against him. Until he could bite Her lower lip and trace his hand along her spine and sheâd throw back her head and arch against his hand. Until Ben could suck that spot on her throat and trace a hand across her ribs as sheâd start grinding down onto him.Â
âBen-âÂ
âHorny fucking cunt,â he echoed Her words against Her skin. âYour horny fucking cunt goddamn wants my dick, doesnât it? Brat.âÂ
âFuck you,â Her words were said through gasps, hands clawed and scraping at Benâs scalp, and he chuckled.
âAfraid thatâs not on the table right now, beautiful.â He pulled back to grin at Her. âBut that doesnât mean I canât do anything about how fucking wet you are.âÂ
She whined something that might have been a plea, might have been a curse or vulgar phrase aimed at Ben, or might have been just one of the many pretty fucking sounds she made, but it all wouldâve achieved this same effect. She was needy, She wanted Ben, and she was trying to fuck his thigh. Rolling her hips on it desperately, trying to chase relief against him. Making smaller, more desperate noises every time Benâs hands brushed against her tits, every time his teeth or tongue found a new place to worship her skin.Â
This was all they could do right now, and fuck it was torture. It was so goddamn painful to have Her grabbing at him and moaning and saying his name in that perfect fucking wayâpleading and adoring in Her breathless voiceâand not just be able to fuck Her. To know he had to goddamn wait another day, to feel his pants become tight like they had before and force himself to hold off when She wanted him to fuck Her. She wanted him. He had been given the image of Her slight drool when sheâd jerked him off and knew she would look at him like that again. Look at him with more fucking care and want, because Ben would fuck Her until she wouldnât ever think another weak fucking asshole could fuck her like she deserved. Heâd fucking ruin Her. Heâd have Her bounce on his cock like she was bouncing on his leg, and he would make her feel so fucking good. Make him worth something to Her, one fucking thing that nobody else would be able to give her.
Ben pulled back for a second, needing to just fucking see Her. See how fucking beautiful she was, wanting him, get a goddamn glimpse of how it would look when she rode his dick instead of his thigh. Heâd never seen anything better. Heâd seen mountains and waterfalls and the goddamn Northern Lights and they might as well have been fucking dumpster fires and car crashes compared to this. If anything, the car crash would be the only half-worthy comparison. Because She was destroying herself against Ben, staring at him with dazed, pretty fucking eyes, and all the bliss and pleasure on her face was from Ben. He was doing this to Her.
And he couldnât look away if he tried.Â
Sheâd made a small whine when Ben had pulled away from her throatâpushing down on him harder and hand scraping along the nape of his neckâbut he pressed his head against hers and She moaned.Â
âBen, please-â
âSo fucking good,â he growled, and She moaned again. âYou want to cum, beautiful?âÂ
She nodded. âYes.âÂ
âBeg.âÂ
âFucking ass-â She leaned forward, trying to capture Benâs lips against hers. âBen.âÂ
âI need you to fucking beg,â he kissed all across Her face, everywhere he could without bringing her any closer to the edge. âYou want your horny fucking cunt to cum, then beg.â
âPlease,â She was smoking. Her skin wasnât growing warmer, but a glowing smoke was clouding the room as she tried to pull Ben closer. âFucking please, Ben-â
He kissed Her, and she screamed into his mouth, clawing at his hair and skin. Bucking off his leg so that Ben had to grab Her hips and keep her still, had keep her from continuing to bump against him because heâd cum in his fucking pants. He had to pull himself the fuck together, he wasnât a goddamn virgin pussy, but fuck She was so perfect. Ben might have almost cum just when Sheâd smiled at him, standing between his legs and touching him so easily.
As Ben looked at Her come downâbeautiful and perfect and torn apart all over himâand she looked at Ben like heâd seen her look at the city skyline from the window, with the face she had when she listened to a song she loved. The Thing became painful. It had been trying to tell him something. Since the night before it had stopped trying to remind Ben how perfect She was, stopped trying to push him into her. Ben was well fucking aware how perfect She was. And since heâd crashed into Her there wasnât a goddamn chance he was going to pull away.
So now the Thing was trying to tell him something. On repeat over twelve hours it had been rioting in Ben, trying to tell him something so fucking important. Something critical, that he needed to know so She could know as well.
And when She started to slide off of Benâfalling to her knees before himâthe Thing felt like it might tear him apart.
âHi,â She smiled at him, face so fucking bright and happy. Looking at Ben like he was everything.
He was. To Her, he was fucking everything. And weaker men than Ben wouldâve cum just from Her saying that. Weaker men wouldnât fucking survive Her. Sheâd look at them with sharp, infinite amusement on her beautiful face and fight with them over nothing and theyâd simply goddamn die because fuck she was perfect. But She wouldnât look at them like this. Like they were everything. That wasâby some fucking grace of a god Ben was starting to be indebted toâa look She reserved for him. With adoration and care and something that was alive and powerful sitting deep in Her perfect eyes. Thank fuck Ben wasnât a weaker man. Heâd have never earned Her, on her knees before him with her hands on his thighs. He still hadnât earned Her, but fuck him if he wasnât going to dedicated the rest of his goddamn life to trying to. To showing Her that he was worthy of her looking at him like that, that he could keep up with her and protect her and-
Ben grunted Her name, because her hand was starting to trail up his leg and any and all thoughts were becoming just Her. âWhat are you doing.â
âBeing an altruist,â She hummed, palm resting over Benâs fully hard cock, still fucking smiling. âGiving back.â
âSunshine-â Ben cut himself off with a hiss, because she just fucking squeezed him. Her heart was stuttering around inside her, but Ben couldnât tell if it was from desire. He didnât need, didnât want, Her to do this because she thought she had to. It had to be from desire. He wasnât fucking Homelander. If She touched him, he needed her to need it. To want him. It wouldnât mean a goddamn thing if she didnât. If She touched Ben without looking at him like he was everything. âIf you donât want to-â
âI want to,â Her answer was fast, a little too fast, and Ben smirked. There it was.
âYou want to?â He drawled, leaning over her, tilting her chin between his fingers. âHow bad do you want to suck my dick, beautiful?â
âBad,â She whispered. âBut less and less by the second.â
Ben snorted. âSmartass.â
âDo you want me to suck your dick?â She blinked up at him, voice a little softer. âItâs just an offer, you donât have to take it-â
Ben pulled Her face up between his hands, kissing her until her words name needy sounds and she was grabbing at his arms. When he was satisfied with the way she was moaning, Ben lowered her back down between his legs and grunted her name. âIf I ever tell you not to suck my dick, fucking shoot me.â
âYeah,â She nodded, glancing down at the outline of Benâs cock, pushing against his pants that were still fucking on for some reason. âOkay.â
He muttered Her name, and she looked back up at him. âHow much work do you want to do?â
She didnât answer. She just started moving, pulling Benâs pants down and taking him in her hand so quickly Ben wouldâve thought sheâd practiced. Stroking him once, twice, a third time, looking at his cock with pretty, lust-clouded eyes. Ben twitched in Her hand, and had to force himself not to rut into her, to just groan as Her thumb ran over the angry, red head of his cock. His job was just to watch Herâhow she was so fully entranced in fucking torturing himâand let her do what she wanted. But it wasnât fucking easy, not when she was so fucking beautiful, not when Her mouth was hanging slightly open and Ben didnât think he could wait another second not being at least somewhat inside of Her.
Thank fucking hell and heaven and everything between that She didnât go slow. Thank goddamn Christ that She took all on him at once, in a long movement that bumped him against the back of her throat, and set a brutal, torturous fucking pace. Found a beat, fast and rhythmic, where Sheâd pull up, up, almost all the way off with her hand trailing behind her, and lick the very tip of his cock before dropping back down. Down until Ben could feel the tightness of Her throat, squeezing his balls once before repeating it all again. Over and over, sucking with her teeth grazing him and her moansâloud and needy fucking moansâmaking Ben wonder if this was heaven. That was the only way that thisâthat Sheâwas real, if heâd died and somehow managed his way into fucking heaven.
But Benâs hand in Her hair that heâd tangled between his fingers to just touch her, was real. The small jerks of his hips into Her mouthâwhen her moans would vibrate around him and echo in his ears so he couldnât help himselfâwere real. Her warmth and beauty and the feeling of Her was real. And fuck She was so fucking beautiful and perfect and-
Ben said Her name through strained teeth. âWhere-â
She went faster. Moaned louder with a whine, her hand in time with the beat of her heart. Leaned into him, the wettest and most fucking sinful sounds Ben had ever heard escaping her. She was grinding down on air, so fucking pretty and focused, but looking up at him under eyelashes with want. Managing to take him deeper.
What did Ben in was Her. Fucking Her, groaning his name around his cock, looking up at him like he was everything.
He tried to pull away. Heâd fucking swear he tried to pull away. Heâd tried to paint her face or tits or any other perfect part of Her sheâd allow, but she held him. She kept a firm grip on Benâs leg for just a secondâonly long enough to tell him what she wantedâand heâd given in. Heâd fucked Her face through his orgasm, and She hadnât flinched as he came down her throat. Swallowing and letting Her tongue brush him all the way until he was done, then pulling off of him with a popping sound, and giving him a soft smile.
The amount of self-control Ben was capable of needed to be fucking studied. Every part of him needed to fuck Her. Anyone with half a fucking mind would need to fuck her if they were allowed to see her like this. Flushed and breathing heavy, eyes slightly unfocused with a want, cum dribbling out of her mouth. Allowed to see Her wipe it off with her fingers and suck them dry. Without hesitation, like it was something she didnât even have to think about doing. But only Ben was allowed to see this, and that made it a million times more impressive that he was able to not throw Her onto the bed and fuck her until some stupid mission was the last thing she cared about.
The mission. The stupid fucking mission they had been supposed to be getting ready for. When it was over, heâd have all the time in the world to fuck Her like she deserved. But theyâd have to actually do the mission first.
âWhat time is it?â She was looking around the room, still kneeling in front of Ben. âMM said we had to be in the dining hall at noon.âÂ
Ben couldnât be fucked to stop staring at Her, let alone know the fucking time. âCheck your damn phone, Sunshine, Iâm not a fucking clock.âÂ
She stuck her tongue out at him. Her tongue that had just been wrapped around his cock. That had just been tasting his cum and she was still on Her knees-
âMineâs dead, and like,â She waved vaguely past him. âWay over there. Give me yours.â
That snapped Ben out of it. Her palm was extended, she was looking at him expectantly, and he could not give her his phone. âYouâve got legs,â he grunted Her name, trying to look at her and remain completely fucking unaffected her flat glare. âFucking use them.âÂ
She scoffed. âWhen have you ever been in favor of me using my legs.â
âIâm always in favor of you using your legs. They make excellent fucking handles.â Ben winked at Her, and her heart fluttered slightly. âAnd youâre always on my ass about letting you walk yourself. Hereâs your fucking chance.âÂ
âOh, fuck off.â Her voice was bored, unwavering. âPhone.â
âNo. Get your own damn phone.â
Her eyes narrowed. âWhy are you being so weird.â
âIâm not being fucking weird-âÂ
âYes, you are. Whatâs wrong with you.âÂ
âNothing, itâs my phone-âÂ
âBenjamin.â She snapped, and he was in trouble. He knew that voice, that was Her Iâm fucking onto your shit, Pretty Boy, voice. âIs it porn? Because I wonât give a flying fuck-â
âItâs not fucking porn,â he scowled. âI wouldnât hide porn from you, thatâs fucking stupid.âÂ
âSo you are hiding something.âÂ
Shit. âShut the fuck up.âÂ
She dove forward, hand jamming into Benâs pocket. Where She knew he kept his phone, because she knew fucking everything. Insufferable, brilliant, perfect fucking woman. Thankfully, Ben was just faster than she was, and slammed his hand down to trap Her hand against him.
âBen-â
âIâm not fucking hiding anything,â Ben said Her name firmly. It was incredibly fucking important she didnât think he was keeping secrets from Her, because he wasnât. This was worse than that. âI just value my goddamn privacy-âÂ
âOh, shove it up your ass, Pretty Boy.â She tried to tug her handânow wrapped around Benâs phoneâfrom his grip. âI leave the door open when I shit and you spent an hour last week telling me about what Baseball games made you hard. I just sucked your dick. Thereâs literally nothing on your phone that could shock me.âÂ
He doubted that. Ben almost wanted to just let Her have his phone, to prove her fucking wrong. His pride managed to win for now, but if She kept talking about how sheâd sucked his dick his will might dissolve real damn fast. âI told you about the baseball in fucking confidence-â
âI didnât tell anyone.â She wrinkled her nose. âHow would that have even come up? Hey, Annie. You know how youâre not Benâs biggest fan? Wait until you hear about how he got a boner when the Phillies won the 1980 World Series, Iâm sure itâll completely reverse your opinion of him.âÂ
âBrat-â âCan I please just check the time?â She had stopped trying to pull away from Ben, only frowning up at him with her pretty fucking eyes watching him carefully. âI wonât look in your phone, I just need to see the clock. Please.âÂ
Ben didnât love how well that worked. How Her saying please and somehow trusting that he really wasnât hiding anything from her made Ben crumble completely in only a second. Worse, he didnât hate himself for it. He couldnât call himself a fucking pussy because goddammit, anyone wouldâve given into Her. Anyone with eyes and a brain would be willing to give Her anything. Â
âFine,â he grunted, loosening his hand from pinning Herâs in his pocket. âBut I donât want to hear a fucking word out your mouth, got it?âÂ
She blinked at him, but nodded. âUh, sure.âÂ
His whole body was tense as She pulled out his phone, tapping the screen on, still on her fucking knees. She needed to stand up, needed to stop being so fucking perfect that Ben couldnât look away, because now he had to watch Her look at his lockscreen as his teeth ground enough to break. Ben had to watch Her eyes widen, hear her heart skip a beat, and soft lips fall open in surprise.
She looked up at Ben, and he couldnât avoid her gaze if he wanted to. âBen-âÂ
âShut up,â he grumbled. âYou promised. Not a fucking word.âÂ
âI did not promise,â She pushed. âI agreed. You shouldâve made me promise, because I-â
âFucking promise then. Not a word.âÂ
âWell, that ship kind of sailed, Benjamin.â Her voice was dry, and Ben couldnât figure out what that face meant. How She was looking at himâstill like he was everythingâbut with something pushing up behind her eyes. That powerful thing, the one Ben couldnât name. âSo now weâre going to have several words about it.âÂ
Ben scowled, remaining silent as he realized there wasnât a way out of this. She was sitting straight, one hand planted on Benâs knee to balance herself, and had placed her body right where Ben would knock her backwards and onto the floor if he tried to move away. He could try and kiss and fuck his way through it, but She had the sharp look in her eyes that told him sheâd either bite him, burn him, or let him fuck her before immediately getting on his ass again after.Â
She sighed, and turned Benâs screen so he could see it. âThatâs me.âÂ
It was Her. She didnât need to be fucking showing it him, he well knew that it was her. It was his favorite picture of her, the first one heâd taken that wasnât a blurry piece of shit. It showed her downstairs, watching the TV with a focus Ben could only describe as violent. He remembered what they were watching, that sheâd been tapping Benâs arm along with the soundtrack, and that it had been close to midnight, because he could recite every detail of the photoâin picture and outâbackwards with his damn eyes closed. She was wearing Benâs shirt and shorts that had been small enough for the shirt to completely cover. It gave the impression that she was only wearing Benâs shirt. She was frowning at the TVâperfect face cast in a green light from its glowâand leaning against Benâs shoulder with his hand on her thigh. She had been half asleep, and the drawn frustration on her face and intensity in her eyes had been because she was fighting to make it through the movie. The fucking Muppet Movie, that sheâd used a favor for Ben to watch with Her. He hadnât watched it, heâd watched Her watch it, but there was no reason she had to know that. Sheâd seemed thrilled he was just there, and heâd been satisfied watching Her struggle to stay awake, feeling her fall further and further into his side, and listening to her mumble about the Muppetâs fucking cultural importance right up until the credits rolled and she immediately passed out.
Ben fucking loved that photo. How She couldâve just watched it alone but used a whole favor just for Ben to sit with her. How Sheâd been so determined to stay awake sheâd been trying to inch away from him, but Ben would pull her back gently and sheâd just sigh as her eyes drooped further. How at one point Sheâd started singing along with all the damn puppets, and the room had filled with a colorful, misting light. How She looked so much like his, how anyone glancing at the photo would see that she was choosing him and know that he had chosen her. How fucking beautiful she looked, even in the dark from the higher angle. So fucking perfect.Â
He didnât have any justification for it. The photo or why it was his lockscreen. It had taken Ben a whole hour while She was with Annie and Hughie to figure out how to set it. Sheâd told him, and heâd listened, but phones were a goddamn terrible, dogshit technology. But heâd done it. By himself. And fought the urge to brag to Her after. Because She didnât need to know that it was his lockscreen, and Ben didnât really know to explain why it was. It made him fucking happy. He liked seeing Her pretty face every time he used his phone.Â
And he wasnât sure how to tell Her that without sounding like a fucking idiot pussy.
So he just glared at Her and grunted, âObviously.âÂ
âBen,â Her words were slow, and she wasnât looking away from him. âWhy is that a picture of me.âÂ
âBecause the camera was pointed at your damn face.âÂ
âBenjamin.âÂ
âItâs a good fucking photo, okay?â Ben snapped. âYou look hot.âÂ
She glanced at the photo. âI do not look hot.âÂ
He scoffed. âGet your fucking eyes checked, Sunshine. You look hot. Every photo of you looks hot.âÂ
Her eyes somehow grew wider, her heart picking up speed, and Ben was going to chop off his tongue. âEvery photo of me?âÂ
âThatâs enough,â Ben lunged forward, but She swatted his hand with just enough heat for him to pull back with a hiss of Her name. âGive me my fucking phone.â
âTell me what you mean by every. Every photo of me.âÂ
âNo.â
She stuck her tongue out at him. âFine, you stubborn, grumpy ass. Have it your way.âÂ
Before Ben could stop Her, she was swiping his phone open and entering his password. Hunching down so Ben could see her face, covering the phone protectively with her body.Â
âThis is violation of my fucking privacy.â He grumbled. âIâm going to report you to HR.âÂ
She shot him a flat look from under her lashes. âYou didnât even know what HR was until Mallory made us all sit in on that seminar because I called Butcher a hussy fucking cuntwad bitch and one of the regular agents overheard. And I could report you to HR for taking photos of me without my knowledge.âÂ
âTheyâre not damn pervert creep photos-âÂ
âBen,â She looked up at him, thumb hovering over the Photo Library app icon. âAs your closest thing to unqualified legal counsel, Iâd advise you shut the fuck up.âÂ
Ben scowled at Her, but snapped his jaw shut, watching her wearily as she opened his photos.Â
They were all of Her. The only ones that werenât of her were something calledâaccording to his very thorough internet researchâscreenshots, that Ben didnât know how he was taking, let alone how to stop taking. But the rest was Her. There wasnât another fucking thing worth taking photos of in this stupid damn compound. In the whole fucking world. She was scrolling through them way too fucking slow, heart stuttering against her ribs, and Ben thought he might be fucking blushing. He didnât fucking blush, he wasnât a ditzy fucking schoolgirl or embarrassed pussy asshole who blushed-Â
She surged upwards, yanking Ben down by his shirt to kiss him. Gently, sweetly, and so fucking soft, humming into Benâs mouth with a smile. Leaning against his chest until She was hanging off him with her arms around his neck. When she pulled back Her eyes were burning with that strange fucking look, and she was chewing her lip and she studied him. Looking for something Ben didnât know how to show Her. Mouth opening and closing, heart beating fast, and the Thing needed to tell Her something-Â
âYouâve been playing Candy Crush,â She said with a small, smug grin. âI saw the screenshots. They go back like, three weeks.âÂ
âShut up,â he muttered, rolling his eyes, and She just shook her head.Â
âNo, Iâm going to rub this in your fucking face so hard-âÂ
It was his turn. To kiss Her and hold her and hope that was enough for the Thing to just stop screaming at him. It wasnâtâit made everything worse when She relaxed against him with a happy soundâand the Thing grew impossible to ignore. Drowning everything out with Her, Her, Her, Ben had something she needed to have too, She needed to understand. The only thing to keep it at bay, from bursting out of Ben and into Her, was touching her. Setting his mouth deeper against Hers, hauling her over him as he lay flat on the mattress, letting her whines and breathless sounds run right through him. Let them satiate his undying need and hunger for Her.Â
She pulled back first, and Ben let himself be slightly cocky about how her thighs were squeezing around his chest. About the fact that She just rested her head on his shoulder as she caught her breath. Warm breath fanning over his neck, heartbeat slowing right until Ben started to sit up and She mindlessly ground against him at the movement.Â
The Thing had to tell Her about this indescribable, unending fucking something. But the Thing didnât have words. It was a part of Ben, and Ben couldnât get a goddamn fucking clue what was so apparently fucking crucial for Her to know. But She had to know, whatever it was she had to know, she needed to get it, get him, get why, Ben needed to tell Her-Â
âItâs almost noon,â She whispered against Benâs skin. âWe need to go.âÂ
Ben nodded, and picked Her up against him, turning them so she was resting on the bed as he stood. âIâm wearing my fucking suit.âÂ
âOkay,â Ben could see her watching him in the mirror, still only wearing a shirt and underwear. He tossed her some pants and bra over his shoulder, and didnât move until She started pulling them on. âYou should bring your shield as well.âÂ
He frowned at Her. âWhat about you.âÂ
âWhat about me?âÂ
âYou need a fucking weapon. I still have that pussy agentâs gun-âÂ
She rose from the bed, padding over to Ben side with a small smile. âIâm the weapon, Pretty Boy. And I have you.â
Any protests Ben might have had about how She might be a walking, breathing weapon of mass destruction but Homelander always made her freeze were killed by those words. She did have him. Sheâd always have him. She didnât need a weapon because she had him. She was brilliant and quick and made of fire, but if all that managed to fail, she had Ben. She was standing here, with him as he changedâstealing looks that he wasnât fucking missing at his bare chestâand She had Him.Â
âWhat wrong,â he grumbled, and She shook her head, hands roaming through one of the top drawers.Â
âSocks.âÂ
Ben rolled his eyes, and grabbed out a simple black pair from the top. âI want my fucking phone back.âÂ
âWhy, to play Candy Crush?âÂ
âShut the fuck up,â Ben muttered. âIâm fucking winning. Iâll delete it when I fucking win.âÂ
She snorted. âYou canât win Candy Crush, Benjamin.âÂ
âWhat the hell are you talking about.â
âThereâs like a million levels. And theyâre always adding new ones. Itâs not a winnable game.âÂ
âWell Iâll make it fucking winnable.âÂ
She snorted. âHow.âÂ
âShut the fuck up,â Ben frowned, watching Her as she continued to search the drawer. âAnd I just gave you perfectly good fucking socks-â
âI need underwear,â She mumbled, face flushing. âMine are, uh, I canât wear them.âÂ
Ben grinnedâwide and smugâat Her reflection, âWhy not?âÂ
âFuck you.âÂ
âAh,â Ben winked at Her when she finally met his eyes. âYouâre welcome for that.âÂ
âShut up,â She chucked a stray bra at Ben, glaring back down. âGo get your stupid fucking phone, you cunt.âÂ
Ben ran his hand up Her back, into her hair, and gently turned her head to look at him. He kissed Her one last time because she was so fucking perfect and no one could damn stop him. Long and wet, until She said his name in that perfect fucking way. âBrat,â he whispered against Her mouth, and she shoved his chest lightly.Â
Ben took a steady step back, chuckling at Her glare, at the way her sharp eyes were still full of want for him. At the way Her dramatic pout was just a little bigger because heâd made her lips swollen. At Her. Just Her. So fucking simply Her.Â
As She changed, Ben ducked under the bed and frowned at where heâd stashed the gun. Carefully between the mattress and frame, unloaded with the rounds beside it. He wouldnât need it. The plan would work, and he wouldnât need it. There was no need to bring itâto show the team he had itâand not need it.Â
But it couldnât hurt. He could stash it in his suit, hide it from Butcher and Mallory and Annie, and nobody would have to know unless he needed it. And then they wouldnât try to take it away, because Ben wouldâve just fucking saved their asses-Â
âJust bring the gun, Ben.âÂ
His head bumped against the metal frame of the bed as he pulled out from under it and found Her standing above him with her arms crossed. âWhat-âÂ
âYou should bring it,â She shrugged. âI mean, it wonât hurt Homelander, but guns donât weigh nothing. You could throw it at his face, if you needed to. Catch him off guard.â
Fucking Christ, She was perfect. Ben didnât need to be told twice, and as he returned under the bed to retrieve the gun he heard her steps move away from beside him. When he stood back up, Ben saw that She had moved to her side of the bed, and was placing her sunglasses up on her forehead before turning to Ben with a grin.Â
âReady?âÂ
Ben shoved his gun into his pants, hauled up his shield, and gave Her a rough nod as he tossed his arm over her shoulder. âFucking born ready.âÂ
For once, She and Ben werenât the last people to arrive at one of these stupid fucking meetings. Butcher and Mallory were thereâBen didnât think they had lives outside of fucking up everyone elseâsâhuddled along with MM at the head of the table. The French Prick and Kimiko were in a silent conversation on one of the benches, but Hughie and Annie were late. Ben tried not to feel too smug about it, but next time Annie tried to berate him about keeping his dick in his pants and his mouth to himself because he was making Her late, heâd shove this in her fucking face.
Seeing them, Mallory gave a curt nod and ushered Butcher and MM through the steel kitchen door as She guided Ben to drop down at the bench. Kimiko smiled at them both, the usual, toothy and broad smile for Her, and a small one with a nod for Ben. As She and Kimiko launched into an exchange of gestures, the French Prick gave Ben a nervous nod.Â
âGood morning, Soldier Boy,â the French Prick was watching Ben carefully.Â
âIt fucking isnât,â Ben grunted, and She kicked his shin under the table.Â
Play nice, She shot him a quick glare before returning her attention to Kimiko, and Ben rolled his eyes. He was saved from the French Prick trying to continue engaging with him by Annie and Hughieâs arrival, Annie walking over to join the group of conniving dickheads in the back and Hughie halting at the bench, glancing nervously at Ben.Â
âJust sit your pussy ass down, Kid.â Ben snapped, and braced for another hit to his leg. It didnât come, and when he looked over at Herâexpecting a glare or scowlâthe only sign sheâd heard him was her knee, pressing into his.Â
Hughie sat, fidgeting at Benâs side and trying to look at the doors without anyone noticing. With quick, weak glances and jerked head movements. Ben was about to tell him to just stand the fuck up and join them when he felt Her nudge his shoulder, and looked over to see her blinking at him.Â
Kimiko said they were arguing about splitting us up.Â
Ben scowled at Her. The fuck do you mean splitting us up.Â
Mallory wanted you to go to the tower. MM didnât.Â
That was, genuinely, a fucking shock. MM hated him, there wasnât a world where heâd stick up for Ben fucking staying with Her. It must have shown across Benâs face, because She shrugged.
He apparently thought this wouldnât work if they separated us. Said youâd just be a giant fucking whiny manchild without me.Â
Did they decide? Ben decided to ignore MMâs manchild jab, because Sheâd just find a way to turn it on him with a joke and that fucker seemed to be the only one with a damn working brain. Because thereâs not a fucking chance in hell youâre meeting Homelander without me.Â
Theyâre still arguing. Butcher hadnât voted yet, and they were waiting for Annie.Â
Ben rolled his eyes. Who damn died and put those four pussies in charge of us. This is fucking democracy, Sunshine, we deserve a vote.Â
Well, weâre both technically dead, Kimiko and Frenchie arenât citizens, and I think Hughie just doesnât want to deal with them.Â
Theyâre talking about our fucking lives. We should get a goddamn say.Â
Take it up with Mallory, Pretty Boy.Â
Iâm not taking shit up with Mallory. She can suck my dick if she tries to separate us.Â
She pouted at him. I thought your dick was mine to suck alone.Â
Ben snorted, pulling Her closer towards him and kissing the top of her head. Before he could growl something in her ear that would make her fucking horny enough to ditch this whole stupid goddamn plan and take off to Rome with him, the doors were swung open and MM stalked back into the room with Annie close behind him. Butcher and Mallory followed after a few secondsâMallory having pulled a huge fucking poster out of her damn ass at some pointâand they stopped at the head of the table as Annie dropped next to Hughie and MM sat beside the French Prick. She hadnât tried to pull out from under Benâs arm, and until she did sheâd stay right fucking there.Â
âLook alive, cunts.â Butcher glared around the table. âWeâre moving out as soon as all our bloody ducks are in a row. Grace?âÂ
Mallory nodded, spreading the poster across the table. It was a blueprint. Ben recognized it immediately. Heâd seen it far too many fucking times. It was a Vought Tower blueprint.Â
âButcher, Marvin, Frenchie, and Kimiko will take this door,â she tapped the blueprint, and something around Benâs throat loosened when he realized he wasnât going to the tower. He was staying with Her. ïżœïżœInto the building. Itâs used for the Sevenâs housekeepers and more illicit guests.âÂ
Hughie frowned. âIllicit?âÂ
âHookers, lad.â Butcher winked. âItâs the hooker door.âÂ
âOh. Uh, good for them.âÂ
âAnd we have access to it?â Annie leaned forward. âMM, you said A-Train-âÂ
âHeâs leaving it unlocked for us.â MM tapped the map, near where Mallory had just done the same. âAnd making sure someone conveniently loses their badge.âÂ
âSomeone?âÂ
âDonât worry your pure little bleedin heart, Starlight.â Butcher drawled. âWeâll be keepin the lady on lockdown. Best fuckin witness protection package the CIAâs got.âÂ
Hughie frowned at MM. âWhat about A-Train? Are we, are we just going to trust him?â
âHeâs got his own ass on the line as well now.â MMâs voice was firm. Not leaving room for argument. âAnd after the Diner, he and Ashley both got skin in the game. I trust him.âÂ
âAnd heâs just leaving the door unlocked? Giving us an opening?âÂ
âHe said heâd try and keep The Deep and New Noir distracted. Canât account for Sage though.â MM looked away from Hughie, back to Mallory. âAs long as there hasnât been any leaks, it shouldnât fucking matter that Sage is in the tower though. If she doesnât get the drop on us, sheâs a non-issue.âÂ
Mallory nodded tightly. âAgreed. And none of my men are stupid enough to say shit to anyone, so weâre in the clear. Team Butcher will take the elevator up, find Ryan Butcher on 99, and extract him. Butcher has the Becca and Anomaly files on his phone, and hopefully that will be more than enough to make Ryan go willingly.âÂ
Ben tensed, and when She spoke her fingers were tapping against his arm. âAnd if itâs not?âÂ
âThen Frenchie creates the diversion, and we leave empty handed.âÂ
She nodded slowly, examining the blueprints. âFrenchie?âÂ
âOui?âÂ
âWhat exactly is your diversion?âÂ
âI have detested the billboard of Firecracker in the Times Square for several months. She is dead, she will not miss it.â The French Prick beamed with pride, and She glanced up with a frown.Â
âTimes Square?âÂ
âIt will be controlled, Madame.â The French Prick assured Her, shooting Ben quick pussy glances. âOnly just enough.âÂ
She nodded, narrowing her eyes back on the blueprint. âWeâre taking two separate cars, right?â When nobody answered, She looked up. âMallory?â
âYouâll all be transported in the van.â Mallory frowned. âItâs more effective-âÂ
âNo,â She shook her head, attention returning down once more. âItâs more dangerous. Weâre already risking a lot by Annie coming with Ben and I. We canât also have one group unable to make a quick getaway.âÂ
âI suppose,â Malloryâs lips drew in a thin line. âButcher could take his car-âÂ
âWeâll take Butcherâs car.â She tapped the blueprint, near the door. âThereâs cameras. If they see Butcherâs car, theyâll know somethingâs up. You have,â She looked up, scanning the table with sharp eyes. âYouâve taken care of the cameras in the building. Right?âÂ
âWeâll shoot them as we go,â Butcher grunted, and She gaped at him.Â
âAs you fucking go?âÂ
âThey wonât be entering the tower until after Homelander leaves it.â Annie leaned across Ben and Hughie to look at Her. âAnd they wonât be wandering. Itâll be fine.âÂ
âSpeaking of Homelander,â Mallory crossed her arms. âStarlight, Campbell, Soldier Boy, and the Anomaly will,â she sighed. âTake Butcherâs car to the Starlight Fund. From there, Soldier Boy will call Homelander with Campbellâs phone. Once Homelander arrives, Starlight will alert Team Butcher, and theyâll begin. Do not-â Butcher received a withering look. âProceed with the extraction until Team Starlight has given the green light. Understood?âÂ
Butcher shrugged. âWeâll see.âÂ
âButcher-âÂ
âWeâre playin real bloody fast and loose with a lot of this, Grace.â Butcher snapped. âIâd be more fuckin worried about what weâll do if Homelander doesnât take his bait.âÂ
Everyone looked at Her, still frowning at the blueprints. Ben squeezed her thigh lightly, and she glanced up at him a frown. âWhat-âÂ
âWhatâs your plan, Love,â Butcher drawled. âFor if Homelander donât fall into your trap that easy.âÂ
She swallowed, and Ben could hear the rapid beat of her heart. âHe will.â
Her voice was steady, every part of her controlled, but under the table her leg pressed into Benâs, and her hand drummed against his leg. Ben grabbed it, stilling her movement, and She glanced at him.
Youâre going to be fine, he glared at Her. This is going to fucking work, and youâll be fine.
She smiled at him with sad fucking eyes that carved something open in Benâs chest. I know. She tilted her head at him. And I thought you hated this plan.
I do. Ben scowled. I fucking loathe this stupid goddamn plan. But it will work, and tonight Iâll fuck you so hard youâll stop making such fucking idiotic plans.Â
She pouted at him. But making idiotic plans is one of my best qualities.Â
Ben rolled his eyes. Iâm well fucking aware of your best qualities. Thatâs not one of them.Â
Really, She gave him a flat look. Because I think itâs in the top three. Itâs stupid plans, my tits, and my ability to put up with your shit.Â
Smartass, Ben bumped his knee with hers, grinning down at Her. Youâre not even fucking close.Â
Not even the tits?
Your pussy is better, Ben winked at Her. Trust me, Sunshine. Youâve got the best pussy Iâve ever fucking seen.Â
She flushed, wrinkling her nose at him. Have you been ranking all the pussies youâve seen?Â
Had to pass the damn time somehow.Â
I feel like there had to be other options.Â
Maybe, Ben shrugged. But I donât really give a shit. And now I can be fucking certain when I say your pussy is my favorite.Â
What are my best qualities, if youâre such an expert? She was watching Ben carefully, and he almost scoffed at how nervous she looked. Like he might not be able to give an answer. Ben could list Her best qualities for fucking years, if someone let him.Â
Youâre a goddamn genius. Youâre fucking kind, kinder than you should be. And youâve got the best fucking pussy of all time.Â
I donât think Iâm kind, She frowned, and that definitely made Ben scoff.Â
Youâre the kindest person I know. Itâs fucking annoying. Ben studied Her soft, tight features. She didnât believe him. Youâre not nice, Sunshine. Youâve got a smart fucking mouth and a damn attitude. But youâre kind.Â
She nodded slowly. And you donât hate that?Â
Ben blinked at Her. Why the fuck would I hate that.Â
Kind people are pussies, Ben.Â
Nice people are pussies, He glared Her name at her perfect face, watching him intently. Theyâre weak, lying, insufferable fucking holier-than-thou assholes. Youâre not any of that.Â
She smiled at him, without teeth but real. That was her real, comfortable smile that made the Thing so fucking loud. Youâre not a pussy either.Â
I fucking know that. He was trying to glare at her, but it wasnât damn working. Not when She was smiling at him like that, and that deep, infinite thing in her eyes was so clear. Aimed at him. And the Thing had to fucking tell Her something-Â
Butcher coughed, and Ben realized the whole fucking Pussy Brigade was staring at them. âYou twats paying attention?âÂ
âDoes it fucking matter if we are?â Ben drawled. âItâs her damn plan, and I know everything Iâve got to do. Not our fucking fault you dumbasses need a whole meeting.âÂ
âThen could you please repeat your instructions, Soldier Boy?â Mallory glared at him. âFor our own peace of mind?âÂ
Ben held Malloryâs glare with his own. This was a fucking waste of time. âGo to the Starlight Fund, call Homelander, distract the pussy, then leave.â Protect Her. Donât let her out of your sight, or Homelander within a fucking arms reach of her. Keep Her safe, at any fucking cost.Â
âWith whose phone, Gov?â Butcher sneered, and Ben rolled his eyes.Â
âMine, you fucking-âÂ
Butcher made a loud buzzer sound. âAfraid that ainât the right answer. Would you like to try again for double Jeopardy?âÂ
âThatâs not how fucking Jeopardy works.â MM frowned, and Butcher shot him a glare.Â
âThat ainât the fuckin point, MM. The cunt got it wrong-âÂ
âWhose fucking phone should I damn use then?â Ben snapped. There would be time for Butcherâs fucking bitching later, right now Benâs patience was about to fucking snap. This needed to be done. âMine works fucking fine-âÂ
âYour phone is a registered CIA number,â Hughie looked at Ben nervously as he explained. âMine isnât. Vought wonât take a CIA call, itâll get screened on the first ring. And they probably wonât take a call from Annie, either. If we call the tower with my number weâll get past the first checkpoint, and then you speaking will get us to Homelander.âÂ
This shit wasnât worth arguing about. It was barely worth fucking talking about. âFine. Are we actually going to do this, or just goddamn sit here like a bunch of assholes.âÂ
âWe were just waiting on you and the missus to rejoin us, Gov.â Butcher sneered. âEveryoneâs been clear for a hot fucking minute while you twats were eye-fucking.âÂ
Ben glowered at him, clenching his fist under the table. When this was over, Ben was going to kill him. It was going to be so fucking satisfying, and then heâd run away with Her to goddamn Rome. But this had to be finished first.Â
As everyone started to filter outâtight nods and wishes of good luck being exchangedâBen stayed at Her side. She was still looking at the blueprints, frowning as her eyes scanned slowly over the paper right until Mallory pulled it away. She started to stand, and Ben wrapped an arm around Her waist. Keeping her steady and at his side.Â
âTeam Starlight will leave first,â Mallory's voice was curt as she nodded at Annie. âButcher-âÂ
Hughie let out a high yelp as Butcher chucked the keys at him. Somehow, the pussy managed to catch them.Â
âLad, if you wreck my car, youâre buyin me a new one.âÂ
âUm, yeah. Okay.â Hughie nodded nervously. âDo I have to drive-âÂ
âYes, and any of those cunts bloody touch the wheel-âÂ
âYour car will be fine Butcher.â Annie cut him off with a glare. âItâs just a car.âÂ
Butcher looked like he might kill her, but MM cut off any violenceâfucking unfortunate, because Annie probably wouldâve killed Butcher and then Ben wouldnât have toâwith a snap of, âWe donât got time to waste on this shit. The kid will drive, Butcher, and your car will live. Letâs fucking move.âÂ
Ben held Her against him out of the building, helping her into the backseat of Butcherâs car and pulling her back into his chest when he sat at her side. She let him, leaning against his body and burying Her face in his shoulder as her heart became uneven. Not fast, but arhythmic. Her breathing was controlled, steady against Benâs skin, but her heart betrayed the fear in her. Ben fucking hated this. He hated that she was doing this to herself. He hated that the only thing he could really do about it was hold her, at least until it was over and he could kiss and fuck all the worries out of Her perfect brain.Â
He could try to distract Her. He wasnât sure it would work, not when she was hugging him so tight and so fucking afraid, but goddamnit he had to do something. He couldnât just fucking sit here, in the back of Butcher stupid car, and do fucking nothing like a fucking weak goddamn pussy.Â
Ben squeezed her against him once, and She hummed into his body. Not looking up at him, or speaking. So Ben turned forward, attempting a different strategy.Â
âWhat the fuck were you pussies talking about in the kitchen?â Ben grunted, and Annie sighed in the shotgun seat.Â
âItâs not that important.âÂ
Ben rolled his eyes. âSo you werenât trying to goddamn separate us?âÂ
Annie shot Hughie a glare, the kidâs knuckles white on the steering wheel. âHughie, did you-âÂ
âKimiko told us,â She turned slightly in Benâs hold, voice soft. âAnd they didnât separate us, Ben. Donât be an ass.âÂ
He glared at Her. âIâm not being a fucking ass-âÂ
âBenjamin.â She wrinkled her nose at him, and Ben felt a little lighter. She was pushing back at him, she was less afraid, and thatâs all he could fucking ask for. âShut up.âÂ
âUh,â Hughie glanced at them in the rearview mirror. âAre you, is he-âÂ
âHeâs fine.â She slapped Ben arm, and he scoffed. âJust grumpy.âÂ
âIâm not goddamn grumpy.â Ben muttered. âIâm just trying to get some fucking answers. Figure out what shit they were saying about us behind our fucking backs.âÂ
âItâs really not that interesting,â Annie shrugged. âMallory said it would be better to take you with Butcher. MM said it would be worse. Butcher and I voted with MM, and that was it.âÂ
She frowned, twisting around fully to look at Annie. âButcher voted with MM?âÂ
Annie nodded, and She looked up at Ben. Thatâs weird right? Iâm not insane?Â
No, itâs fucking weird. Ben glared at Annie, and said aloud, âThe fuck did he do that for.âÂ
âI donât know,â Annie turned to look back at them. âI mean, would you rather he hadnât?âÂ
âItâs just, itâs surprising.â She shrugged. âHe hates us.âÂ
âI donât think he hates you,â Hughie said slowly. âButcher doesnât like being wrong. Or challenged. You,â he said Her name, nodding to Her in the mirror. âSpecifically, do both. I think when we found you he thought youâd be like either Annie or Maeve, and you werenât.âÂ
âAnnie or Maeve?â She gave Ben a confused look, and he shrugged. He didnât have a fucking clue what Hughie was talking about, or how anyone could possibly be annoyed by Her not being Annie or Maeve. She was fucking perfect, and Butcher was lucky to be damn graced with her presence.Â
âLike, completely against everything he does or completely for it.â Hughie looked to Annie for help. âRight?â
âI mean,â Annie frowned, nodding. âI guess. None of us were sure what we were looking for with you. Maeve said you were powerful, and hated Homelander. We all kind of took that as youâd been burned by Vought or something, not what, what actually happened.â
âAnd Butcher kind of got an idea that youâd be just, easy to work with. And after we did find you, I think he was sure youâd just be willing to do whatever he wanted to kill Homelander. And you werenât.â Hughie shook his head, hands tapping on the wheel. âSo I donât think he hates you. I think he just doesnât like that youâre um, not what he expected.âÂ
That was completely fucking insane to Ben. She wasnât what anyone expected, that was one of the best damn things about Her. She was too damn forgiving and kind, but still a clever, vindictive woman who never fucking backed down. She didnât ride any sort of fucking high horse, but also cared about people. It would be fucking annoying and insufferable if She wasnât so fucking genuine about it. If her money didnât live in her pretty fucking mouth when she said sheâd do whatever it takes and understood what that meant for Her. She wasnât easy to work with, not by a fucking long shot, but that was because she was goddamn resolved, so certain of what She thought had to be done and what She deemed unnecessary. She was always fucking right, she never fully broke, she never fucking faltered, and the whole goddamn world was better for it.Â
âSo he, he voted in our favor?â She was still looking at Annie, head tilted. âNo conditions?âÂ
Annie shook her head. âI voted with MM, and he followed. Told Mallory he was with us.âÂ
She nodded, and gave a small sound of agreement. Even as he wanted a fucking reasonâfor Butcherâs goddamn attitude and cruelty to her, for whyâd this was where he backed them upâBen decided he would drop it for now, no how much this all made him want to pummel Butcher into the curb. There would be time for that later, now was about keeping Her here. With him.Â
Ben kissed Her shoulder, because he fucking wanted to, he could, and she was starting to look damn sad again. She leaned her head back into Ben, and smiled up at him. Hi.Â
How fucking far is this place. Ben met Her gaze, fighting his mouth tugging upwards to return her smile. This was serious. Fucking serious. He had to glare so She knew that. Weâve been driving for a million damn years.Â
Itâs been twenty minutes, Benjamin. Weâll be there soon. She gave him a teasing grin. You fucking toddler.Â
Ben rolled his eyes. I am not a fucking toddler. Iâm a fucking grown man, whoâs doesnât have the goddamn time for this shit.Â
Really. She raised her brows, still grinning. It was getting a lot fucking harder to not grin back at Her. We have the same schedule, and Iâve got time for it.Â
No you donât. He winked at Her, and knew she figured out where he was headed when her finger dug into his arm and her face flushed. Iâve set aside our whole night to fuck you. And Iâd like to get started as soon as goddamn possible.Â
She stuck her tongue out at him, and Ben stopped trying to fight his smile. Cunt.Â
Brat. He kissed her, pulling her fully into his lap and leaning over her body. She smiled against Benâs lips, making a small sound from her throat, and the Thing was going to fucking explode and kill him. The only way out was to tell Her. Ben still wasnât sure what the fuck the Thing thought he needed to say, but he was positive it was something for Her. Absolutely fucking certain that She needed to know that Ben-Â
The car halted, the rumble of the engine going dead, and She pulled away from Ben to look around.Â
âWeâre here?âÂ
Hughie nodded, shoving the keys in his pocket. âIs everyone, uh, I guess ready?âÂ
âAs we can be,â Annie unbuckled herself, taking a deep breath. âWe should go inside. Fast.âÂ
She nodded, Her hands on Benâs arm growing heated. Searing into his skin, smoke curling up into the air.Â
Ben said Her name lowly, because this needed to be aloud. She needed to hear him.Â
She looked up at him, her small smile not reaching her eyes. âBen.âÂ
âYouâre going to be fucking fine.â Ben hissed, turning Her body in his arms so she faced him fully. âIâm not going to leave your side. Iâm not going to let him fucking near you. And then weâll go home.âÂ
âI know,â She leaned forward, kissing him so fucking sweetly, pressing Her forehead to his. âI trust you.âÂ
As She started to slide out of the car, every part of Ben was telling him to grab her. To pull her back against him, commender a plane from any shitty fucking cargo airport, and leave. Get the fuck out now. The only thing that kept him from giving in was the knowledge that sheâd hate him. Sheâd never fucking forgive him for making her leave, sheâd never damn speak to him again, and Ben didnât think he could live with that. He didnât think that he could live without Her. He honestly wasnât sure how he had lived without her before. Heâd never needed someone like this, heâd never needed fucking anything before. Heâd never cared so much what someone else thought, been so willing to do anything for just one person. One perfect fucking person. Ben had lived a whole lifetime, and then some, alone. And heâd been content. Not happy, but content. Now he was happy. Now he had Her, and she was perfect, and he never wanted to go back to just content.Â
So he followed Her out of the car, shield in his hand. Heâd follow her anywhere. Out of a car was barely anything when heâd move mountains and burn cities to follow her. Actually, heâd clear the cities first, then burn them. Ben was pretty certain Sheâd be pissed about him burning a city with people in it. Looking down at Herâbeautiful and pulling his arm over her before he was at full heightâBen decided heâd probably follow her even if she was pissed. Sheâd probably be justified anyways, as she was rarely genuinely pissed at Ben anymore, so heâd always fix whatever he did and keep following Her. Right into hellfire, where heâd still be happy, because Sheâd be with him.Â
The Starlight Fund was a completely desecrated fucking shithole. There was a truly fucking terrible amount of pro-Homelander graffitiâone even depicting every member of the Seven shitting on a group of Starlightersâand Ben was pretty goddamn sure the scraping he was hearing was rats.Â
âThis is gross,â She muttered at his side, and he snorted.Â
âLot of fucking doodles on the walls,â Ben pulled Her closer into him, speaking into her ear. âThat one,â he pointed to a drawing of Fish-Boy ripping his shirt off to display disgustingly ripped gills. âIs my favorite.âÂ
She hummed. âBecause of the gills, or the muscles?âÂ
âBecause he looks like he just shat his damn pants.âÂ
She gave a small laugh, and Ben wished this could be it. That they had come here to make fun of something stupid and now they were leaving. But Hughie turned around, offering Ben his phone with a shaking hand, and Ben had to set his shield down and take it. Had to feel Her tense again, and hear her chew her lip as Ben frowned at the screen.Â
âI already entered the number,â Hughie rubbed the back of his next, words soft and nervous. Part of Ben wanted to hit the idiot, because it wasnât fucking Hughie who was in danger. If She could hold herself together, this fucking pussy should be able to as well. But Ben just gruntedâhitting Hughie wouldnât really help anything, and Sheâd probably just get more tenseâand let him continue. âYou just have to call it. Say youâre, uh, you, and ask to speak to Homelander.âÂ
âAnd no fighting, once he gets here.â Annie added. âWeâre just distracting him. We canât fight him, not now.âÂ
âWhy the fuck not,â Ben scowled. âWeâd be doing the world a damn favor, killing him-âÂ
âHe might leave,â She said, fingerâs tapping against Benâs own. âHe might just blast into the air and go find Ryan and this wouldâve been for nothing. Ben,â She looked up at him, eyes desperate. âDonât fight him. Promise you wonât fight him.â
âFine.âÂ
âBen-âÂ
âI swear I wonât kill Homelander right now, as much as he fucking deserves it.â Ben grunted, still looking at Her. âThis is fucking stupid.âÂ
âI know,â She gave him a tight smile. âThank you for doing it anyway.âÂ
âIf shit starts to even look like itâs headed south-âÂ
âThen we can leave and you can tell me about how you were right for a whole decade.âÂ
Ben nodded, still holding Her gaze. In Rome?Â
In Rome, She squeezed his hand over her body. And you can fuck me every day for that decade as well. And the one after it.Â
Ben kissed Her, long and slow, not giving a fuck that Hughie and Annie were watching, or that they were surrounded by rats, or that the awful graffiti and awareness of Homelander arriving soon was hanging over their heads. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world.Â
âIâm ready,â She whispered against him. âIâll be okay.âÂ
He didnât move for a second, just sharing Her breath. But she pulled back first with a deep sigh and buried Her face into Benâs chest, arms wrapped around him. Waiting.Â
Ben called the number, and it picked up on the third ring.Â
An overly sweet womanâs voice echoed through the room. âThank you for calling Vought Internationalâs Crime Tip Line! All of our operators are currently busy, please stay on the line until one becomes available! You are seventh in line.âÂ
The voice was sounded fucking robotic when it had said seventh, and Ben wasnât sure that the lady had been real either. âWhat the fuck was that.âÂ
Annie sighed. âWeâre on hold.âÂ
âThe tip line?â She twisted around, still leaning against Ben, to give Hughie an exasperated look. âReally?âÂ
âI couldnât find Ashelyâs phone number,â Hughie muttered. âApparently she kept getting protest calls from Starlighters, and it overwhelmed their servers.âÂ
âMallory couldnât get it?âÂ
âItâs being kept secret. Weâd have to do a freedom of information request, and that wouldâve tipped them off.âÂ
âPlease stay on the line, your call is very important to us. You are sixth in line.â The voice disappeared again, returning so sort of too-happy fucking elevator music. She sighed, slumping slightly against Ben. Â
âI guess weâre waiting.âÂ
It took fifteen fucking minutes. Benâs shield was still on the floor, and heâd pick it up when he had to but right now was about holding Her properly. At some point Butcher called to yell about where the bloody hell the signal was, and Annie had to explain what was happening. Butcher called them fucking cunt idiots, and hung up. She stayed against Ben the whole time, tapping against his arm over Her stomach, staring into the distance. When that goddamn music finally came to an abrupt halt the whole room froze, Hughie and Annie looking up from where theyâd been sitting against the wall.Â
âThank you for calling Voughtâs crime tip line, my name is Gavin. How can I be of service.â âIâm Soldier Boy,â Ben said bluntly, ignoring Her flat look of Really, Ben? âI want to speak with Homelander.âÂ
âSir, this line is not a joke. Our policy requires me to report prank calls as crimes themselves-âÂ
âThis isnât a goddamn prank.â Ben hissed. âI am Soldier Boy. I need to fucking speak to Homelander now, and if you report me as a crime I will find you and fucking kill you.âÂ
âSir, may I please have your location-âÂ
She had turned to stand in front of Ben, tugging his arm, pointing a finger to herself. Me. She gave him an urgent look. Say you have me. Use my supe name. And my real name.Â
âI have the Anomaly.â This was fucking annoying, they shouldnât be doubting him. He grunted Her full name, and she nodded at him. âSheâs with me. And I want to fucking talk to Homelander. Now.âÂ
The line was silent. Ben glared at Her. That didnât fucking work.Â
She shook Her head. Wait for it.Â
The line clicked, and a new voiceâless bored and uninterested and a lot more fearfulâspoke through the speaker. âThis is Ashley Barrett, CEO of Vought International. I understand youâre claiming to be Soldier Boy?âÂ
âI fucking am Soldier Boy. Let me fucking speak to Homelander now.âÂ
The line was quiet again. âAnd you have her?âÂ
âChrist on a cross, fucking yes.â Ben scowled at Her. This is goddamn stupid.Â
She shrugged. Iâm just impressed you havenât totally crushed the phone yet.Â
Ben looked back to his hand, and found that his grip on Hughieâs phone was starting to cause cracks to form in the screen. He glared at Her. Shut up.Â
The line clicked again, and everyone froze. Her heart was going to push out of her chest, and when the static sounded again Ben wasnât sure it was even beating anymore.Â
âSoldier Boy.â Homelanderâs voice was so fucking weak. Even crackling through the phone and making Her freeze, he was a fucking pathetic pussy. âIs she really there? With you?âÂ
Ben looked at Her, face full of goddamn fear. He could stop this. Ben could hang up and Homelander would never have to step foot near Her again. She wouldnât have to be afraid ever again, because Ben would take her as far away as he fucking could, and Sheâd be safe.Â
Heâd never hated anything more than having to say, âYes.âÂ
âI want to talk to her.â Homelander snapped. âGive me to her. Now.â
She extended her hand, and blinked at Ben once. Iâll be fine.
It was a bold faced fucking lie. Her heart was going a goddamn mile a minute, and her face was blank, eyes glazed slightly.Â
Ben glowered at Her. If anything goes wrong, if he say one fucking thing out of damn line, weâre leaving.Â
Her smile didnât meet her eyes. It was barely a smile, closer to a sad, anxious grimace with upturned lips. I know. Then her face grew gentle, with adoration painting her every feature. For him. Something unending and almost dangerous crossed Her eyes, and Ben couldnât look away from her. I trust you.Â
Ben nodded. You burn, I burn. It wasnât what the Thing wanted Ben to tell her, but it was close. Better than telling Her nothing.Â
You burn, I burn. She wrapped her hand around the phone, taking it from Ben as he picked up his shield. Letâs fucking do this.Â
âIf someone doesnât say something-âÂ
âHomelander,â Her voice was stronger than Ben expected. Her face was painfully emptyâevery piece of light in her gone as she became hollowâbut her voice was even and controlled. âItâs me.âÂ
Homelander breathed Her name, and Benâs blood went cold. He shouldnât be allowed to say Her name. Not fucking ever, not like that. âWhere the fuck are you. What have they done to you? Why have you been hiding-âÂ
âIâm okay.â She wouldnât look at Ben, gaze fixed on the floor. Fucking empty. âThey havenât hurt me. Just, I wasnât allowed to see you. Or talk to you. They said just this once.âÂ
âTell me where the fuck theyâre keeping you,â Homelander hissed Her name. Ben was pretty sure she was going to throw up. âIâll come find you, you can come home, and weâll be together.âÂ
âI canât,â She whispered, fingers starting to curl with smoke. âTheyâll get mad-âÂ
âSo Iâll fucking kill them! I can do whatever I want, and itâs not like people will miss them! Just tell me where you are and Iâll come save you.âÂ
They needed to leave, right now. Her face was bloodless, Her breaths were mechanical, and Ben knew they needed to leave. She shouldnât be doing this, she shouldnât have to do anything for these fucking pussies, they should just fucking leave-Â
Homelander said Her name again, and his voice had gone cold. âIf you donât tell me where you are, Iâll find your pretty little sister and have her tell me. I know theyâve been making you hide. I know theyâve been hurting you. And if your sister loves you half as much as I do, sheâll want you to come back to me. Where youâre safe.â
Her eyes snapped up to Benâs. She wasnât trying to tell him anything, just looking at him. Her brain was turning, spinning, moving faster and faster with Her heart. Trying to find something, somewhere, that Ben didnât understand. A way out, a way forward, some sort of fucking plan to get through this. Heâd promised heâd let Her do this. No matter how much he hated it, Ben had swore. Sheâd do what she needed to do, andâas long as Homelander never fucking touched Her againâheâd stand with her as she did.Â
Benâs jaw clenched, and he held her gaze. Iâm here. Iâm right fucking here.Â
There was more he needed to say. There was so much fucking more Ben needed to tell Her. But that was enough, because She nodded. I know.Â
âThey took me to the Starlight Fund-â The words had barely left Her mouth when the line clicked dead. The room was silent, so painfully fucking silent, and She was staring at Ben. He needed to tell Her now, the Thing needed to get its fucking shit together and be damn clear about what it fucking was Ben needed to tell Her, so he could tell Her now-Â
The roof crashed open, and Homelander dropped into the middle of the room. Cape and suit and so fucking weak.Â
He breathed Her name, not even looking around the rest of the fucking room. âI fucking found you.â
Ben almost scoffed. Homelander hadnât fucking found Her. Sheâd goddamn called him. Told him where she was. He must have made some sort of sound, because cold blue eyes shot to him.
âSoldier Boy. Thank you for bringing Her back to me.âÂ
Never in his fucking life had Ben hated someone more. She wouldnât look at him, staring at Homelander and taking shallow breaths. Not touching Ben. Her back was too straight, all the smoke was gone from Her body, and Ben couldnât hear Her heart. Like it has just fucking stopped.
âHomelander,â Annie stood up from the wall, a truly violent glare on Her face. It almost made Ben respect her, the contempt with which she spoke and the loathing in her eyes. âYouâre not taking her. You can talk. Thatâs it.âÂ
âOh, shut up, you boring fucking Girl Scout.â Homelander dismissed Annie with a hand, still not looking away from Her and Ben. âThis is a family matter, you and Campbell can go fuck in a closet for all I care.âÂ
âWeâre not going anywhere-âÂ
âI donât care,â Homelander finally shot Annie a bored glare. âBut if you even try and interfere with this, Iâll laser Campbellâs dick off. Now,â he looked back to Her. âLetâs go.âÂ
She shook her head. She wasnât fucking breathing. âI- I cant-âÂ
âYes you fucking can,â Homelander hissed. âYouâre not mortal anymore, youâre a god like me. None of these weaklings could stop us. Soldier Boy,â he jerked his head at Ben. âCould even come with us. We could be a family.âÂ
âIâm not going fucking anywhere with you,â Ben could hear the drums. Distant, in his control, but building in time with his heart. âAnd we are not a fucking family.âÂ
âBut youâre my father,â Homelander shook his headâas if he thought Ben could forgetâand whined like a pathetic fucking child. âDonât you want to meet your grandson? Be there for the birth of our,â he gestured to Her, and Ben was going to rip his fucking hand off. âNext child? Youâd never have to miss anything again. Weâd be together.âÂ
âHomelander,â She was whispering, she was afraid, and Ben couldnât do more than press his foot into Hers. Show Her he was there. He wasnât going fucking anywhere. Slowly, her breathing became audible againâeven if she remained frozenâand Ben didnât take his eyes off Homelander. âPlease. I just want to talk.âÂ
âWe can talk at home.â Homelander took a step forward, and She flinched.Â
âNo. Please, I donât-âÂ
âWhat have they been telling you,â Homelander whirled on Annie and Hughie. âHave you been turning her against me? Poisoning her damn brain against me?âÂ
âThey havenât,â She pleaded, and that was it. Ben took a long step forward, until he was right at Her side. Homelander was too close, she was fucking breaking, and heâd stay right here until this was over. Then heâd hold Her until she smiled again, even if it took a hundred fucking years. But Homelander wasnât going to make Her weak. Nobody was allowed to make Her weak, not as long as Ben was fucking alive. âHomelander, I just want to talk-âÂ
âFine,â he turned back to Her, face tight and furious. Glancing once at Ben, now right at Her side, before continuing. âLetâs talk. Youâve been hiding. Iâve been looking for you, and youâve been hiding from me. They-â a gloved hand pointed to Annie and Hughie. âHave been hiding you from me. Itâs time to be a big girl and stop hiding. Time to come home so I donât have to keep fucking cleaning up bodies while I look for you.âÂ
She swallowed. âBodies?"Â
âNone of the workers at Tek Knightâs stupid fucking sex club would tell me where you went, so they all had to die. A bunch of fucking Firecracker supporters were demanding justice, so I had to kill them too.âÂ
âNo-âÂ
âPlease,â Homelander rolled his eyes, taking another step. âIt was for you. To protect you. They wanted to fucking draw and quarter you and I stopped them! I saved you, again.âÂ
âYou didnât save me,â She whispered, taking an unsteady step back. âYou hurt me. You-â She was shaking her head, voice growing louder. âYou hurt me. You hurt me.â She was screaming, and Ben had never heard a worse sound. It was shrill, and unsure, and fucking terrified. âYou hurt me-âÂ
âOh, grow the fuck up,â Homelander sneered. âYou were nothing. You had no one. Youâre lucky I even fucking looked at you, let alone saw something of worth! I made you everything you deserved to be, I fucking trusted you with my heart, and you just pulled it out and stomped all over it!âÂ
âNo-âÂ
Homelander raised his hand, and She fell silent. She was never fucking silent. âBut I forgive you. Iâm going to be the bigger person, and forgive you. We both made mistakes, Iâm not blameless here, and I forgive you. Weâll get through this,â Homelander lowered his hand for her to take, saying Her name. âWeâll get through this together.âÂ
âNo.â She breathed out. âYou hurt me. Iâm not going anywhere with you. Ever.âÂ
Homelander scoffed. âStop being a fucking whining child,â he said Her name again, and moved forward, She moved back, and Ben blocked Homelander in his path.
Homelander blinked, but the shock on his face barely lasted a second. âYou could come with us, Soldier Boy. You donât have to keep working with those fucking idiots,â he jerked his head to Annie and Hughie in the corner. âWorking for William Butcher. He betrayed you before, and heâd do it again. Iâd never betray you. Iâd make you fucking proud. We just have to leave together.âÂ
âI will never,â Ben spat, fist clenching at his side. âBe fucking proud of a pussy like you. A weak, spineless, pathetic fucking excuse for a man.âÂ
Something like hurt flashed across Homelanderâs face. Heâd thought Ben would agree. Heâd thought Ben would fucking hand Her over. Homelander had truly fucking believed that Ben would ever let him fucking near Her again.Â
âFine. Have it your way.â Homelander looked past Ben, and said Her name. âLetâs fucking go. Now.âÂ
She must have shaken her headâBen couldnât turn and look, he couldnât take his eyes off Homelander for a fucking secondâbecause Homelanderâs jaw ticked.Â
âNow.âÂ
âNever.â She hissed. âIâm never fucking going anywhere with you again.âÂ
âThis is your last chance to do this easy.â Homelander snapped. âWe can be civilized about this. It doesnât have to go this way.âÂ
âYou fucking heard the woman,â Ben sneered, and Homelander looked back to him. âNo.âÂ
Homelander sighed. âI didnât want to do this. I told Sage it wouldnât be necessary.âÂ
âSage?â Her voice shaking. Ben hated not touching her, he hated that Her heart still was weak in her chest, he hated all of this stupid fucking shit plan.Â
âIâm going to have to tell her she was right,â Homelander continued, frowning into the air. âSheâs such an annoying fucking bitch when sheâs right. But if youâre not going to chose the easy way, then letâs do the fucking hard way.âÂ
Annie was moving slowly from the corner, keeping Hughie behind her. âWhat the hell are you talking about.âÂ
âIn January, after we found out you,â he gestured at Her. âWere alive, Sage said weâd need a way to eliminate Soldier Boy. I told her that was dumb, that when it came time youâd come back to the right side, to me, your son, but she was a real fucking pest until I agreed to her stupid idea.â The pussy was fucking monologuing, glaring around the room with his hands on his hips and sharp, exasperated movements. âShe scheduled the meeting, said it didnât fucking matter what actually happened as long as she got what she needed. I said you wouldnât be that stupid, but you were. You told her exactly what that French asshole was using to stop you from going all boom without your leash there with you, and she locked herself in a lab for a whole month. It was unbelievably inconvenient. When she finally came out, she gave me this.â Homelander reached back somewhere, pulling out a small, seemingly empty vial. âAnd said to use it first chance. I donât want to use it, but,â he sighed, shaking his head. âIf you wonât listen to reason, I have to.âÂ
âHomelander,â Annie hissed. âWhatâs in there. What the fuck are you going to do-âÂ
âGas. Itâs fucking gas. I was getting there.â Homelander rolled his eyes at Ben. âWomen. Always so pushy.âÂ
The drums were louder. Homelander was only a half step from Ben. Holding gas. His head was pounding, hitting only a half-beat out of time with Benâs heart. Over the rush of blood in his earsâvision stark and violent and redâBen could barely hear Her speak. It was under her breath, and barely audible regardless.Â
âNo.âÂ
Homelander ignored Her, giving Ben a toothy, awful fucking smile. âWell, I guess Iâll see you in,â he paused, glancing back down at the vial. âThree days? I honestly just couldn't pay attention to Sageâs fucking lecture.âÂ
Time moved slow. Homelanderâs hand went to the vial, the drums were a fraction away from taking over but still too far, and She screamed. A high, loud, raw scream that tore through the world. It might have been a word, or Benâs name, but it didnât matter because it was Her. Screaming, fucking breaking.Â
The world broke with Her, and something exploded. A bone-rattling sound of destruction echoed through Ben, through Homelander, through everything as the room was almost blindingly lit. The vial cracked open, glass melting in Homelanderâs hand, but Ben didnât pass out. A small wisp of steam pushed into the air, Ben felt faint, and then it was gone. For a split second he could see all of Homelanderâs face, with slight wrinkles and lines and wide eyes. Afraid. Homelander was afraid. Frozen, with a parted mouth and a slack face of terror, his gaze fixated just beyond Ben.Â
At Her.Â
Homelander was blasted backwardsâfire arcing through the air and into his chestâand right through the dust-covered, paint-peeling wall. The building rumbled, the air was waving around Ben, and the whole world was electric. He didnât have to turn to know it was Her. She was burning, and the whole world was singing for Her. It was alive, the air crackling and everything illuminated for Her.Â
Ben had never seen anything like Her. All these fucking heroes pranced around like dancing fucking monkeyâs, bragging about god-like power and being chosen. Homelander called himself a god. Said nobody was like him, nobody was as powerful as he was. Moaned about how nobody was his equal, how even Ben only just matched his power. Ben could wipe out Homelanderâs powers, Homelander could knock out Ben, Ben could punch him and make him bleed and Homelander could leave a temporary cut on Benâs skin. They could keep trading blows, measuring their dicks, and stand around all fucking day to argue like pussies about who was more powerful.Â
Or they could just look at Her.Â
Because She was a fucking god.Â
Bathed in white flames tinted purple, floating off the ground, and burning. This wasnât the bomb in Benâs chest, running through her body like electricity in a wire. This wasnât heat that lived in Homelanderâs eyes, focused and hot but limited. This fire, bright and hot like a hurricane, ripping through the world and everything between it, was Her. Only Her. It wasnât nuclear, or artificial, or confined. It was wild and feral and pure fucking power. Her.Â
Ben had to fucking move.Â
âGo!â He shouted the order to Annie and Hughie, still pressed against the wall. âFucking move! Go!âÂ
Annie nodded, grabbing Hughie arm and pulling him with her to the exit. Theyâd start the car, but they wouldnât leave Her. They might leave Ben, but they wouldnât leave Her. Nobody with a heart would leave Her. Not ever, not here. Not with Homelander.Â
And Ben had to fucking get Her out. Fast.Â
Homelander was staggering to his feetâa few yards from the building in the broad daylightâand She had hurt him. Sheâd fucking marred him. Blond hair was tinted black with ash, one blue eye was milky, and his cruel face was half-melted. Twisted with scars and fucking hideous.Â
And She wasnât done.
She had landed on the ground and shrugged off her jacketâwhole body still alight as the world bent and burned around herâbefore vaulting past Ben, out into the street. He roared Her name after her, but she didnât look back. Homelander was almost fully stable, touching a hand to where Sheâd hit him, and Ben had to fucking go.
He followed Her in long, sprinting bounds, and reached them just before Her fist landed. Right on Homelanderâs burns, blasting him back another twenty fucking feet.Â
Christ, She was fucking perfect.Â
Ben reached Her, grabbing her arms and ignoring the pain of the fire against his skin. He healed fastâfaster than Homelanderâand in the adrenaline he wasnât able to be certain, but the flames felt duller than usual on his hands. Not meant to hurt him.Â
He hissed Her name, trying to pull her with him. Back to the car. âWeâve got to go, right fucking now.â
She yanked Her arm from his grip. âRyanâs not out.âÂ
âRyan?â Ben gaped at Her. âWhat the fuck-âÂ
âThe signal didnât go off. Everyoneâs still in the tower. If we leave he goes back to the tower, and weâre assfucked.âÂ
âI donât give a shit-âÂ
âBen,â She grabbed his face between Her burning hands, and Ben was goddamn sure it shouldâve hurt. But it didnât, it just felt warm. âThis is it. This is what I need to do. And Iâm fucking doing it.âÂ
He couldnât stop Her. She wasnât breaking anymore, she wasnât in danger nowânot like She had been beforeâand Ben was never going to fucking leave Her. âYou burn, I burn.âÂ
She nodded. âLetâs fucking burn.âÂ
Ben needed to tell Her. She was dropping her arms, turning away, and he needed to tell Her. He was so fucking close to knowing, to being able to recognize that-Â
Homelander blasted forward, landing only a few feet from Her and Ben. His words were low, cold. Angry. âYou fucking bitch. Weâre going to have a very long conversation later about trust-âÂ
âShut the fuck up.â Ben pulled out his gun and shot Homelander right in the fucking mouth.Â
It didnât kill himâthey werenât that luckyâbut it worked goddamn wonders in making his words die in his throat. In giving Ben a chance to punch him in the throat, making him cough the bullet out and giving Her a chance to kick him square in the chest. It was a smooth hit, not strong but wrapped in fire that seared right through Homelanderâs stupid fucking suit. Ben slammed the blunt end of his shield right into the exposed skin and revered in the sickly crunch of its contact.Â
Homelander roared as his eyes began to grow red, aimed at Her, and Benâs fist was just fucking fast enough to clock Homelanderâs jaw. Hard enough to turn his head, to make the laser cut through the air into a glass building.Â
She realized it at the same time Ben did, exchanging a simultaneous look of Fuck. Weâre outside.Â
No casualties, She narrowed her eyes at him. I back Homelander up. You blast him.Â
Ben frowned, ducking under a weak punch, thrown by Homelander at what he imagined was supposed to be Benâs face. You said not now. He didnât know why the fuck he was arguing with Her. This wasnât something at all damn worth it. But Ben still waited for Her answer, and the moment She gave the clear, he was going to fucking kill this pussy.Â
Weâre improvising, Benjamin. Her face was set, determined. Ready?Â
Ben nodded, and turning to see Homelander right in his fucking face. Up close, even as the lasers built in Homelanderâs eyes, the state of his wound was fucking disgusting.Â
âI fucking-âÂ
There was no chance to find out exactly what Homelander was fucking, because She dove at himâface wrathful, a fucking infernoâand they went flying through the air. Over the street, away from the gathered pedestrians, onto the manicured lawn of Vought Tower. People were screaming, scrambling away, and those already on the sidelines were watching through phones, flinching as Ben stalked past them. She could hold Her own, but he needed to get there. Get to Her.Â
The grass of the lawn was smoking, and Ben felt like he was walking through a goddamn swamp as he approached them. She had twisted aroundâonto Homelanderâs back with Her arms locked around his throatâand was growing brighter and brighter as his bellows turned strangled and choked. The pussy still had to fucking breathe like anyone else, but smoke was curling into his lungs as Her arms burned through his throat.Â
Good.Â
The drums were back, building and building, and light was starting to shine in Benâs chest. He had a shot. A clear fucking shot. Heâd hit Her, but sheâd be fine, and then sheâd be safe forever.Â
Any hesitationâweak and fearful for Her at the top of Benâs chestâwas killed when She looked at him.Â
Do it.Â
The drums fell into time, and Benâs vision went white. Homelanderâs roar sounded through the air, and the world became something far away as the bomb went off. Ripping through Benâs chest with a vengeance, through the air with an atomic boom.Â
When the world became clear, Homelander wasnât ash or a mortal body on the floor. He was gone. They were both gone.Â
Ben screamed Her name. It wasnât a roar, or a bellow, or a growl, or anything other than a scream. Where the fuck did She go. Why wasnât She here, with him. Ben had failed Her, he had fucking failed her, and he couldnât hear Her heart or see her beautiful face and where the goddamn fucking hell was She-
He could hear his name. Her voice, carried on the wind, was yelling his name. Ben looked up, just in time to see Her falling from the sky, a quickly dying comet, just a few feet to his left.Â
Ben caught Her, shield clattering to the ground. Heâd always fucking catch Her. And when their bodies collided, Ben could feel Her. Afraid. Every fiber and cell of Her body and mind, made of pure, unbridled fucking fear. Frozen fear, hollow and frigid in Her body.Â
When She spoke, Her voice wasnât full and furious anymore. âHe took off, took me with him. I burned his dick and he dropped me, but heâll be back-âÂ
âLetâs fucking go,â Ben didnât release Her, turning back to the Starlight Fund. If he was fast, fucking ran, they could get the fuck out now because Ben wasnât going to survive another goddamn second of there being a chance he could lose Her. Not when he was certain this was Her fear in him.Â
But She tugged at his arms, trying to get out of his hold. âRyan, we need to make sure Ryanâs out-âÂ
âNo-âÂ
âBen, please.â She squeezed his bicep, and Ben looked down at Her. Safe, unharmed in his arms. He couldnât fucking lose Her- âWe just need to keep him occupied. Iâll be fine.âÂ
âYouâre out of fire-âÂ
âItâll come back,â She didnât sound sure. âIâm fine, he didnât get me-âÂ
âThat was too fucking close-âÂ
âBen,â She was pleading, tugging at his shirt. âWe have to. You promised-âÂ
He snapped Her name. âYouâre in danger-âÂ
âIâll go. Iâll go find them in the tower, and you keep Homelander here. Please. We donât have time to argue-âÂ
He wanted to tell Her no. Ben wanted to tell her thatâs fucking insane, stay here, or donât goddamn leave, donât fucking go where I canât follow you. But she was so fucking stubborn. It was one of the infinite things he loved about Her, but fuck it was pissing him off. She wouldnât leaveâbe useless as Sheâd call itâand Ben couldnât let Her fight Homelander. Not when he could feel her painful fear, and there wasnât even smoke in the air. So he grunted, lowering Her onto the sidewalk.Â
âThank you,â She whispered, and that deep thing in Her eyes was back. It was in Ben, now, and it was peaceful and eternal in his brain. It was so strong, and wrapped around Benâs every sense, making the world clear and everything alive.Â
âWait,â Ben grabbed Her arm, stopping her just a second. âTake this.â
She blinked at Benâs gun, shoved into Her hand, before looking back to him with a nod. âIâll see you soon.âÂ
âStay safe.â He muttered, and She gave him a small smile.Â
âI always do, Ben.âÂ
The thing he couldnât understand inside of Her was bigger than the world. A world that, for a second, was just them. Her, fucking perfect, and Ben. With Her. When She started to walk away, into the tower, the whole world was going with Her.Â
She looked back at him once, and Ben realized that the Thing had said it. Somewhere, when She had been in his arms, the Thing had found words and he couldnât fucking remember what they were. He had to focus, to grab them back to him so he yell them after Her, so she could hear-Â
Homelander dropped with a crack on the pavement, and the Thingâs moment of clarity was gone.
Now Ben had a fucking job to do.Â
He was brutal. This wasnât the fucking time to pull punches, to feel anything outside of hatred or a thirst for blood. Ben had to keep Homelander here, and he would. He would beat him fucking bloody until he was just a pathetic, whimpering fucking pile of bones and skin. People were filming, and heâd let them. Everyone should see Ben paint Homelanderâs brain across the street with his shieldâback in his handâand there should be evidence of Ben peeling Homelander's burnt face off his skull. Everyone should witness how fucking weak Homelander really was, how fucking useless and desperate and evil. Homelander tried to jab at himâtried to mock him or ask where Sheâd goneâbut all of Benâs already thin patience was gone. He wanted Homelander to hurt, hurt the way Ben had felt Her hurt. He couldnât take Her pain and put it into Homelander, so bashing his head open was the second best option.Â
And Ben was winning. Homelander landed a few weak blows and Ben got scorched with one or two lasers he wasnât able to dodge, but Ben was fucking winning. Heâd have to thank Her, later, for how thoroughly sheâd ruined Homelanderâs face. Ben was pretty sure the fucker wasâat least temporarilyâblind in one eye. He was slower to block, turning his head more than he should, and it gave Ben a few extra hits right into his ugly fucking face. Homelander kept trying to grab something, scramble for a gun or some shit, but it wouldnât matter. Ben was fucking winning. Heâd knock the pussy unconscious and go home. Maybe even fucking kill him-Â
Homelanderâs mauled face shot up, and he was gone. Fucking blasting into the sky, fleeing like a goddamn coward, and Ben let him. He couldâve grabbed Homelanderâs cape, pulled him back down, but the job was done. People were scattering away with screams at the remaining rumbles of an explosion Ben could only assume was the French Prickâs signal echoed through the city. Heâd heard it go off, only a minute ago, but hadnât fucking cared. Not when he could just keep hurting Homelander. And now Ben was left in the crowded street with a bunch of fucking idiots filming him. Flinching and scrambling away when he turned back to the Fund as part of his brain still looked for Her. In the crowd, somewhere off to the side, or in the remains of the Starlight Fund. He was searching for Her smile, her sharp eyes, just some sign she was there.Â
Ben saw Her sunglasses. That was the only evidence that She had been here. There was smoldering wreckage and burnt grass, small fires clustered around the ruins and on the street, but this was evidence of Her. Of the perfect woman who laughed with him and never fucking faltered.Â
They were broken. Tinted blue glass on the floor and bent frames. She was going to be really fucking pissed about that. For reasons Ben didnât understand, She loved those stupid sunglasses.Â
Heâd buy Her new ones. Heâd make sure Mallory finally started paying them, and Ben would buy her a million fucking off-brand Soldier Boy sunglasses.Â
Annie and Hughie were in the car. Nobody had followed Ben into the allyâone very stupid kid had tried, but scrambled away at Benâs glareâso Ben dropped into the backseat of the car. Alone.Â
Hughie looked at him in the rearview mirror. âUh, where-âÂ
âShe went after Butcher.â Ben snapped. âSheâll meet us there. Fucking go.âÂ
Annie and Hughie exchanged looks, and Annie pulled out her phone. Swiping through it, glancing up around Ben nervously until she found whatever the fuck she was looking for.Â
âButcher says theyâre out with Ryan, and everyoneâs heading back.â She showed the screen to Hughie, and he nodded. âWe should go.âÂ
âThatâs what I fucking said.â Ben muttered, and tried not to look at the place beside him. Where Sheâd usually be, rolling Her eyes or calling him a grump.Â
The car ride back was long. Fucking longer than the car ride there. Time was stretching, fucking crawling so slow without Her there. Ben had been away from Her for less than a damn hour, and he missed Her. He missed Her so fucking much. A year ago, heâd have called himself a pussy. Heâd have scoffed, sneered that he was fucking Soldier Boy. He shouldnât miss anyone. People should miss him, and be thankful he ever looked at them in the first place. But Ben a year ago hadnât met Her. He didnât get it. That She was beautiful, and brilliant, and had the smartest fucking mouth heâd ever heard. That She felt like heaven and hell and Ben didnât want to exist without Her. If being a pussy for this one perfect woman was the price Ben had to pay to have Her, heâd pay it. Heâd pay anything.Â
She wasnât answering Benâs texts. Heâd messaged Her, asked her if everyone was in one piece or giving her shit for going off book, and She hadnât answered. But that didnât mean a fucking thing, because She kept her phone in Her jacket, which was currently smoldering ash in the remains of the Starlight Fund. Heâd buy Her a new phone as well. And fucking punch Mallory in her wrinkled, sour face if they got any shit about Her destroying another phone.Â
Annie and Hughie werenât trying to talk to him. At some point Annie had put on Billy Joel, and Ben let her. He hadnât hated his music, in the 80s, and knew that She just liked music. Any music. So it made it a little easier to pretend She was here. To pretend something wasnât growing sick inside of Ben.Â
Even as it started to rot. As everything started to feel wrong.Â
Ben didnât wait for the car to fully stop before opening the door. He didnât even bother to grab his shield. Nobody else could pick it up anyway. Hughie gave a weak protest as he stepped out, but Ben saw Annie shake her head in his periphery and Hughieâs mouth snapped shut. It was a smart fucking choice.Â
Sheâd had the keycard. The door was locked and She had taken the keycard. So Ben had to waitâglowering at the parked Pussy Mobile a few spots down from Butcherâs carâfor Annie and Hughie to let him in. Stand behind them stiffly in the elevator with his arms crossed, and just fucking wait.Â
âButcher said weâd debrief in the dining hall,â Hughie mumbled. âI don't think he's happy with us. With the whole, uh, fighting Homelander thing.â
Butcher could fucking suck Benâs dick.Â
The doors opened, and Ben shoved his way out of the elevator, not waiting for Hughie or Annie to keep up. His steps were long, stomping, and fastâalmost a full runâbut there was no fucking time. He needed to see Her. He needed to see Her right fucking now-Â
He shoved the doors open, marched into the dining hall, and froze.Â
Butcher and the Kid were at the table, MM and Mallory sitting across from them, their backs to Ben. Kimiko and the French Prick were at the other end of the table, in a silent conversation. There were four empty seats between them and the larger group. Two for Annie and Hughie. Two for Ben and Her.Â
But She wasnât fucking there.Â
And Ben couldnât hear Her heart.Â
âWhere is she,â Ben growled, and Butcher looked up at him.Â
âGood work to you too, you dumb fucking cunt-âÂ
âShut the fuck up,â Ben hissed. There wasnât fucking time for this. âWhere the fuck is she.âÂ
MM turned, frowning at Ben. âWho the hell-âÂ
Ben roared Her name as Hughie and Annie pushed into the room, their hearts faltering behind him. Seeing what Ben saw. âWhere the goddamn fucking hell is she!âÂ
Mallory was looking at him now, lips in a thin line, words clipped. âShe was supposed to be with you-â
âI fucking know that!â Benâs voice might be shaking the building. âShe went inside the Tower, to find you fucking pussies. Where the hell is she?âÂ
âWe,â MM blinked at him. âWe havenât seen her. She was supposed to be with you.âÂ
âOh, shit.â Hughie whispered, and the room fell silent.Â
The world was fucking ending. This was the judgement day, or apocalypse, or end of days or fucking something, because She was gone. She was gone. Sheâd disappeared into the fucking Tower, and she was in danger. Ben had let Her go into the tower, Ben had fucking failed Her. He shouldâve gone with Her, he shouldâve kept Her there and trusted her to fight, he should never have let Her go alone. Sheâd told him not to leave her alone, Ben had promised to keep Her safe, and now She was fucking gone. Heâd failed. And nothing fucking mattered expect getting Her back.Â
Ben turned roughly around to Hughie, extending an arm. âGive me the fucking keys.â
Hughie blinked at him. âUh, why?âÂ
âTo drive the damn car.â Ben snapped. He didnât have the goddamn time for this shit. She was in fucking danger. âIâm going to get her. Fucking keys. Now.âÂ
Hughie was fumbling in his pocketâapparently not a complete fucking dumbassâbut froze at Malloryâs cold words. âYouâre going to stay here, Soldier Boy, until you receive further orders.âÂ
Ben didnât bother to turn around. âShove it up your ass, you fucking bitch. Keys.âÂ
âWe donât know where She is,â Annie said carefully. âShe couldâve left the tower, could be coming back here-âÂ
âOr she could be in fucking danger.â Benâs voice was rising to a shout. âGive me the fucking keys-âÂ
âLad, if you give Soldier Boy my fuckin keys, Iâll shoot you.âÂ
Ben whirled to Butcher. âShut the fuck up, you useless fucking pussy. Does fucking nobody,â he scowled around the room. âGive fuck about her but me? Do none of you care that you just fucking abandoned her?âÂ
You abandoned Her. It echoed in his brain, twisting around his throat. You failed Her. You left Her.Â
âOf course we care,â MM snapped. âBut I have to be with Butcher on this. She could be anywhere-âÂ
âSo fucking find her!â Ben bellowed. How could none of them fucking get it, fucking understand that She was lost, gone, alone, afraid. In fucking danger. âIf you care, get off your asses and fucking find her!âÂ
âFrenchie,â Butcher stood, glaring at Ben. âTake Ryan to his room.âÂ
Ben looked away from Butcher just long enough to see the Kid watching him with wide, fearful eyes as the French Prick herded him past Ben, out the door. He glanced at Kimikoâstill sat at the end of the tableâand she was frowning at him. Signing something Ben didnât fucking understand. Sheâd have understood.Â
He looked back to Butcher, and spoke through gritted teeth. âIâm finding her. Good luck trying to fucking stop me.âÂ
âWe will bloody find her,â Butcher snapped. âBut we ainât going to do it in a day. Sheâs probably fuckin fine-âÂ
âShe was in the fucking Tower. Are you that fucking stupid-âÂ
âI ainât stupid. Iâm a realist.â Butcher held Benâs murderous glare. âLike she is. Weâll find her, now sit the fuck down.âÂ
âDonât pretend like you fucking know her. Like youâre fucking buddies and you know what sheâd want-â Kimiko was waving at Ben, trying to get his attention as he roared, and he shot her a withering glower. âWhat fuck is wrong with you?âÂ
She pointed to her phone, and reached it out for Ben to take. He snatched it from her handsâslightly thrown by the seemingly genuine sympathy and worry across her faceâand looked at the screen.Â
BREAKING NEWS: Vought Announces that the Homelanderâs girlfriend has been recovered from Soldier Boyâs captivity.
Heâd failed Her. In the worst possibly way, Ben had compelety fucking failed Her.Â
The glass cracked in Benâs grip, and he chucked the phone at Butcher. âIs that fucking enough to get you to move your pathetic fucking pussy asses, and fucking save her?âÂ
MM leaned over Butcherâs shoulder, reading the screen. âFuck.âÂ
âWhatâs-âÂ
Hughieâs confused words were cut off as Annie shuffled behind Ben, âIâll check-â Ben heard her swallow. âOh, shit.âÂ
âJesus,â Hughie whispered, and Benâs skin crawled. Why the fuck were they just standing here. Why werenât they moving. Fucking saving Her.Â
Butcher only stared at the screen with a scowl, and Mallory stood to read the headline as well.Â
âButcher,â she said slowly. âThis is-âÂ
âChanges nothing.â Butcher tossed the phone back to Kimiko. âWe keep on the fuckin track.âÂ
Benâs whole world froze with wrath. Locking him in place. Spinning him around, stabbing into his chest, making the world painful.Â
âAre you fucking insane?â Annie shouted from behind Ben. âSheâs-âÂ
âNothing.â Butcher snapped. âWeâll get her back when Homelanderâs in the bloody ground.âÂ
âButcher, even for you-âÂ
âThis ainât about me.â Butcher hissed over MM. âItâs about her.âÂ
âSheâs not going to be our man on the inside, you psychopath!â Annie shouted. âShe a fucking victim-âÂ
âIf we go now, Starlight, the bloody hell you think will happen?â Butcher leered at Annie, over Ben. Still unmoving, unable to move as the drums echoed in his head. âWeâll storm the fuckin castle and Homelander will just hand her over?âÂ
âWe could,â Hughie protested, voice weak. âI mean, thatâs kind of how we just got Ryan-âÂ
âHomelander ainât stupid, heâs not fallin for that trick two times in a row.â Butcher turned back to Ben. âIf youâre that much of a whipped fucking idiot, Gov, we can go right now. Iâll even bloody drop you off. But theyâll see us comin, and Homelander will blast her far, far away. You wouldnât ever even fuckin see her again.âÂ
âButcher-âÂ
âLet the man answer Grace.â Butcher held Benâs gaze. âWe ainât going to stop him if he leaves, or goes after her. Itâll be her bloody funeral. Not ours.âÂ
He could. Ben could leave right fucking now, and find her, and then theyâd leave together. Heâd keep Her safe forever, do fucking anything to make her forgive him for failing her.
But a voice that sounded like Hers echoed through his brain.Â
Donât be a dumbass, Benjamin. Butcherâs right, which is annoying because now heâs going to be a cunt about it. But heâs right.Â
Youâll find me. Youâll always find me, I trust you.Â
Iâll see you soon.Â
Butcher read Benâs answer on his face, and nodded. âRight choice, Gov.â Something passed over Butcherâs feature, something a lot more human than Ben had ever seen. Almost understanding, almost pained. âSheâs a clever lady. Sheâll get through this.âÂ
Sheâll get back to you.Â
And Ben would be here. Heâd get Her back, and be here to hold her and burn with her when she returned to him.Â
Heâd kill Homelander, and never fail Her again.Â
ââââââ
Something is wrong.Â
Something is very, very wrong.Â
Your eyes are closed, but nothing around you is warm. Everything is freezing, the blankets are silk instead of cotton, thereâs a strange smell of factory-made coconut in the air, and youâre alone. Ben isnât here.Â
Thatâs whatâs wrong.Â
Ben isnât here.Â
Youâre suddenly afraid to open your eyes. You donât remember what happened, you donât know where you are, and Ben isnât here. Your mind is moving slower than you need it to, trying to pull back bits and pieces to figure out what happened. Rolling a loop of where are you, why isn't Ben here.
Why does everything feel so wrong.Â
You ran into the Tower. You know that much, Ben had given you his gun and youâd ran into the Tower before Homelander could return. Youâd almost said it, heâd looked at you like you were his whole world and you almost let yourself say Ben. Ben, I love you. But that had felt final. You didnât want final, you wanted Ben. So youâd just left.Â
Youâd told Ben youâd find Butcher. Youâd meant to find Butcher. You swear, now, in this strange cold place, that youâd really meant to just find Butcher. But you hadnât. The blueprints of Vought tower had flashed in your head, along with a small, persistent voice asking you Where was Sage? In all of this, with you and Ben destroying the front lawn, where was Sage?Â
There was a security room on the first floor. Actually, there were two security rooms on the first floor. One was labeled such, with faded notes about electrical wiring scratched onto the copy Mallory had shown everyone. The other was identical, with no notes but the same design, labeled office 2.Â
You hadnât been able to find an office 1. Only an office 2.Â
So youâd headed there first.Â
The door was locked, and your fire wasnât coming. Homelander had taken you into the sky, higher and higher and away with hands gripping your arm around him, and everything had frozen. It wasnât the chill of the high wind, it was your blood, your skin, your head. Everything became cold and the fire had started to flicker, all your control over it waning. Youâd told Ben youâd hit Homelanderâs dick, but heâd just dropped you. Heâd made a surprised sound from his throat youâd never heard, and his arms had grown slack around you. Youâd pushed off of him and fallen, any fire left dying as youâd dropped through the air. And now it was asleep. Not gone. Still under your skin, still running through your body in the way youâd come to trust, but dormant. Unwilling to come out, even when youâd desperately needed it.Â
So youâd shot the handle off.Â
You remember that clearly. Youâd looked around the hallway, empty as people either hid from Ben and Homelander or went to watch them, thought fuck it, and shot Benâs gun.Â
The door had swung open, and Sage had been right where you expected her.Â
She hadnât turned from the monitors, and said your name in a bored tone. âYouâre early.âÂ
âIâm early,â youâd repeated, raising the gun to a mediocre aim at Sageâs head. You remember wondering if Ben would cum on the spot if you asked him to teach you how to properly use a gun. âThereâs no possible way you planned this.âÂ
Sage had shrugged. âIt was more of an outline. A hypothetical. One of many. I honestly didnât think youâd go with this option, but here we are.â
âWhich one did you think weâd go with?â Youâd been unable to help yourself from asking. Youâd had to know just how predictable your plans were, so you could adjust. Be more erratic. Maybe youâd put Butcher in a dress, really have fun with it.Â
Sheâd turned, spun in her chair to look at you with a small, cold smile. âMy money was on you sacrificing yourself, trading yourself in. Didnât anticipate Soldier Boy stopping you, but Iâve adapted. And now weâre here.âÂ
âWhat the fuck are you talking about.â Your hands had been shaking, and youâd looked behind Sage at the monitors. You could see Ben and Homelander on the lawn, andârunning through a polished hallwayâyour team. With Ryan Butcher, failing to shoot at a single camera. You'd yell at Butcher about that later, when this was done. This was almost done.
âIn January, when we met for the first time, you confused me.â Sage had tilted her head at you. âThatâs impressive. Nobody confuses me. Once Iâd found out who exactly you were, Homelander selectively filling in pieces as I figured out the rest myself, I still didnât fully understand. Once again, impressive.âÂ
âOh, gee, thanks.â Youâd kept your eyes on Sage, but clocked every movement on the monitors. So close. âYou really know how to make a girl blush.âÂ
âIâm serious. I couldnât figure you out. You shouldâve run when you got out. Youâre a smart woman, you shouldâve run. But you didnât, which displays remarkable stupidity. Youâd aligned with William Butcher, but seemed to hold qualms with his methods. And your deal with Soldier Boy, the cherry on top. In January you were,â Sheâd paused, frowned at you before continuing. âStrange. Not friends, not quite, but not simply hateful. Certainly not apathetic. Enough for me to worry about Soldier Boy truly being a problem. And then, by the end of the same month, he seemed to truly care for you. If anything, you managed to baffle me more.âÂ
âIf you say impressive again,â youâd snapped at her. âIâll fucking shot you.âÂ
âAnd youâre much more violent than I anticipated. Yet another thing that threw me, because all signs would point to you being a pacifist. But I figured it out. I found the thing Iâd been missing. The club-â She sighed at your shocked expression. âPlease donât get caught on that. I was separated from Vought for over a decade, I am well aware of the Renegade Room. I havenât told Homelander about it, I wonât, but Iâm aware. Of the club, and your plan with Butcher. That helped me figure it out. You care. About humans, about everyone. No matter how they treat you, how they collectively wrong you and fail you, you care.âÂ
Youâd shrugged. âKant said never to treat people as means to an end.âÂ
âKant also said man must be disciplined.â Sage had shot back. âBut youâre not interested in that. Youâre forgiving. You tried to discipline Soldier Boy, but then you let him stop you. I didnât think anything would stop you. Iâm still trying to piece that part together fully, but I know how to adapt to an empty picture. I know, for all your care, something with Soldier Boy is different. And you can stop looking at the monitors.âÂ
Youâd blinked at her. âThe monitors-âÂ
âI know Butcher has Homelanderâs son. Iâve sent people to collect them. Right now this is about you. You, Homelander, and Soldier Boy. See,â sheâd looked at the monitors with narrowed eyes. âSometimes I outdo even myself. When I developed the gas for Soldier Boy, I didnât think it would be this important. But, fuck, those months in the lab around about to pay off. Because-âÂ
Hindsight coming to you now, you probably shouldâve let Sage finish her speech. Figured out how this was going to pay off for her, and how it probably wasnât in your favor. But you remember hearing people to collect them and gas for Soldier Boy and a ringing sound starting in your ears. So youâd shot Sage in the face.Â
This part was harder to remember. This part felt painful.Â
You think youâd sat in the chair. Pushed Sageâs body to the floor and sat. Or maybe youâd just stood at her side. Or behind the chair.Â
No matter what, youâd looked at the monitors. Youâd seen Noir and The Deep. Not being distracted by A-Train, but running through a hall that looked far too similar to the one your team was in. Youâd stopped them. Somehow youâd stopped them because you remember the relief when they turned around. It might have been a phone call, maybe there was a walkie talkie, but it didnât matter because youâd stopped them. And Ryan had gotten out.Â
Then youâd seen Ben and Homelander, still fighting. Ben throwing steady, powerful punches and slamming his shield into Homelanderâs body. Then youâd see Homelander reach for something.Â
The gas.Â
Homelander had been reaching for more gas. And Ben hadnât been seeing it.Â
Youâd screamed. Youâd grabbed Sageâs phone, or walkie talkie, or just screamed louder. Loud enough to be heard.Â
You were in the Vought building. Alone. Homelander could come find you.Â
And then Sage had stood up, and youâd been confused. Youâd definitely just shot her.Â
Sheâd pulled out a vial.Â
And now you were here.Â
In Vought Tower. Or a warehouse. Or a lab. Or underground.
Cold.Â
Alone.Â
You arenât chained to anything. Your mouth has a gag around it, so you canât speak, but you can move. Youâre dressed. No shoes, but a shirt, loose pants. Underwear. You canât hear anyone, only the hum of a fan. A lot of fans. Itâs really, really cold.Â
If Sage sent you here, she should know better. She should know cold doesn't matter. Your fire came from you, not the air around you. You could, if you tried, burn all of the arctic circle while standing at the north pole. But it was still so cold.Â
And bright. When you peel your eyes open, blinking and wiping at themâyour hands are cuffed and wrapped in big red mittens, so you canât really accomplish much with themâthe room is almost blinding. It might be because of how long you were out, how your head was pounding and aching when youâd woken, but it was so bright.Â
You donât recognize the room. Your eyes adjust quickly, the pounding is already gone and your exhaustion is leaving fast, but you canât figure out where you are. It wasnât the white room, or a new lab, but an apartment. A truly awfully decorated apartment, where everything was glossy marble and silk and sleek furniture that didnât look usable in any way. The bed youâre on is low, the frame made of iron and the mattress feeling like itâs sinking into the floor. Itâs not bright anymore, not as the effects of Sageâs gasâwhat you were assuming was Sageâs gasâwere dissipating by the second. Itâs low lit, too low lit. Everything is cast in a yellow glow, and the lamps and ceiling lights feel like theyâre more for pure decoration than actual practical use. Another part of this hideous, unnerving picture. Thereâs a lot of red. A lot of white. A lot of blue.
Your heart drops. Deep into your stomach where it churns around with bile and fear. You know where you are. You know exactly where you are. Everything is too clean, too modern, and too impractical. Like itâs been designed to be gaudy, high-brow, and ostentatious. Thereâs a white marble statue of a bald eagle, and a painting of George Washington on the Delaware that you hope isnât an original.Â
But it could be. Because this is Homelanderâs room.Â
You need to run. Your hands are confined and your fire is asleep, but your feet arenât chained. So you can run. Or jump out a window. Homelanderâs room is on 99âyou remember from the blueprints: floor 99, south facing quadrant, next to Maeveâs old room and Noirsâ current oneâbut youâd survive the fall. Youâd survive anything. But you have to go. You have to push through the sick and crippling feeling thatâs growing like mold in your body, through the sheer cold in your blood thatâs trying to root you in place, and run.Â
Rolling off the bed is easy. Getting your legs to stop shaking is harder, and taking steps without collapsing is near impossible. But you have to run. You can break when youâre home, when youâre safe and Homelander canât find you again.Â
You can fucking do this. You steady your body, and take a long breath. Youâre strong. Youâve escaped him once before. And done a lot of other, crazier shit. At this point itâs just another Tuesday.Â
Itâs a Friday. A small voiceâbored and petulantâreminds you. And you were in a lab upstate. This is Vought Tower. Youâve never escaped Vought Tower. Â
Shut the fuck up. This voice isnât yours. Itâs deep, and always a little gruff, even as it encourages you. Youâre strong, Sunshine. Youâre a spiteful, brilliant, angry pain in the ass. You can fucking do this.Â
Youâre strong. You can fucking do this.Â
Youâre going to jump out the window.Â
Getting out of the room is simple but difficult, and getting down the stairs is fast. You fall, tumbling down the steps and landing on the floor with a crunch, but the adrenaline makes it painless and whatever broke is already healed. You half-crawl, half stumble to the windows. Wide, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the New York skyline. You canât really see the street below you.Â
This is going to really fucking hurt.Â
Two steps back. Actually, four steps back. Enough to get a running start. Breathe in, out. Youâll be fine. And if it kills you, it kills you.Â
Anything would be better than this.Â
Youâve taken three steps when something grabs the back of your shirt, halting you. You scream into the gag, and a red gloved hand covers your mouth.Â
âItâs just me,â Homelander hisses in your ear, and you stop fighting. Your whole body shuts down into the cold, and you canât scream, or sob, or do anything but let Homelander drag you back and throw you onto the long, stiff couch. Â
You canât look at him. Looking at him makes this real.Â
He notices, and jerks your chin to force your eyes to meet his. Colder than the room, full of malice and something that might be his version of hurt. Blue. You fucking hate blue.Â
âYou werenât going to try and jump?â Homelanderâs voice sounds genuinely disbelieving. âI mean,â he laughs your name, and you want to throw up. âEven for you thatâs drastic.âÂ
He doesnât know you. He doesnât know whatâs drastic for you and whatâs not. But you canât even glare at him, because all your energy is starting to fade, weighing you down like stones filling up your lungs.Â
Homelander sighs. âI mean, youâve already hurt my feelings enough for today.â His grip on your face might crack bone. âStealing my son,â he gestures to his face, still bubbling with burn scars. âDoing fucking this to me. I mean, what did they do to you? To make you do this to me?âÂ
He sounds like heâs going to cry. You donât care.
âWell,â he stands up, releasing your face and frowning down at you with his hands on his hips. âIt doesnât matter now. Weâll fix it. Itâs fine your little plan worked, because it brought you back to me. And weâll get Ryan back, together, once youâre less,â he sighs, waving a hand. âFucking broken. This time will be different, I wonât keep you two apart. That was wrong, and Iâm sorry.â
You just look at him, and his face twists into a sneer.Â
âI said Iâm sorry. Itâs your turn.âÂ
You have a fucking gag over your mouth. And, even with the fear making everything too loud and bright and blurry, youâd never apologize to Homelander. Heâll have to kill you first.Â
His glower fades in a second when he remembers the gag. âOh, well, Iâm going to pretend you apologized, because I canât really take your gag off. Not while youâre still,â he spins a finger around near his head with a whistle. âCuckoo. You get it, itâs just a precaution. I mean,â he laughs. âWe canât have you doing your little reality warping trick when youâre still loosing your fucking mind!âÂ
Itâs not reality warping. Itâs sensory manipulation. And for some reason that starts to set steel in your body. Youâre not losing your mind. Youâre not unstable or drastic. Itâs fucking sensory manipulation, and your plan worked. Homelander had said Ryan was gone, and youâd done thatâruined Homelanderâs picture perfect, all-American faceâbecause you hated him. The fear wasnât leaving, but it wasnât growing anymore. And you could glare at Homelander. Let all your hatred, your hatred, not anyone elseâs but yours, show across your face.Â
âOh, donât give me that look!â Homelander huffs with an eye roll. âItâs temporary. Just until I can trust you again! Weâre going to do this right this time, weâre going to do us right this time, and once weâve rebuilt our trust I wonât have to take these kind of precautions. Theyâre fucking annoying for me, too. This isnât just about you.âÂ
You just glare.Â
âI mean, you canât be that mad. Youâd do the same thing, if you were in my shoes.â Homelander leans over you, studying your face. âIâm not letting you go this time. Everyoneâs going to know you fucking belong to me. I mean, weâre made for each other.â He laughs again, and itâs horrible. Itâs joyless and mocking and scraping around your insides painfully. âI mean, you were a good option for me before the V. Smart, pretty, good genetics, more compliant than Becca Butcher, less annoying and weird than Stormfront. Youâd never be as mean to me as they were. For Christâs sake, Stormfront killed herself on my fucking birthday! Did I tell you that? How fucking mean!âÂ
Heâd told you that. Homelander had visited you that day, and asked you if youâd ever do that him. Youâd said you would, because you had to and part of you had hoped heâd just leave. He hadnât.Â
âBut youâd never do that to me. And after the V?â He grins at you, and it makes the scars look uglier. âYouâre almost as strong as me! All those fucking nerds said one shot was going to kill you, but you survived four!â He leans over you, making you crane your neck with a rough hand. âDid I ever tell you that? One V shot shouldâve killed you, and you definitely shouldnât have lived through two. One of those scientists kept trying to tell me that you were growing more powerful and unstable each time, that we should fucking quit while weâre ahead, but I believed in you. And now look at you. My equal.â He shrugs. âOr at least fucking close to it. Closer than Maeve, closer than Stormfront, closer than anyone. Which is why I forgive you, and now Iâm going to do this right.âÂ
He keeps saying that. Keeps saying heâs going to do this right. You donât know what that means.Â
âSage already announced youâve come home. I wouldâve done it, but,â he gestures to his face, and some sort of twisted satisfaction runs through you. âI could just wait it out, but youâre up before we thought youâd be, so you can fix it.â He grabs one of your hands and starts to undo the cuff, but pauses. âIf you need an incentive to behave, let me just remind you that you wonât make it out the door. Youâre strong, but Iâm fucking stronger. You can run, but Iâll knock you down. Youâre staying with me. All the fucking worms who tried to keep you away from me wonât be able to this time. Butcher can try and come get you, but Iâll just kill him and his whole merry band of idiots. They send Soldier Boy, and weâll knock him out. Sage has wired the whole building for it, just in case. You donât have to worry about that, but you should know. Trust.â Homelander pulls off the wrapping on one hand, raising to his face. âYouâre never fucking getting away from me again. Now fix what you did.âÂ
The fire is back. Itâs woken upânot at full power but more than enoughâcoursing through your whole body as Homelander words rattled around your head. Theyâll knock Ben out. Theyâll kill your team.Â
You could run. Homelanderâs moving your hand against his skin, and you could burn him and run.Â
But you touch him, your skin on his, and suddenly youâre afraid.Â
Itâs not your fear. Your fear is freezing, made of panic and memories. This fear is foreign, hostile in your body, made of something vile and strange. This fear is buried deep, deep down, and strong. This fear is parasitic. This is Homelanderâs fear.Â
Homelanderâs afraid.Â
Of you.Â
And in a split second, you make a choice.Â
You had a plan for this. In the back of your head, youâd buried a plan. Youâd never wanted to use it, youâd never told anyone you had it, youâd even pretended it wasnât there so you could sleep at night.Â
You could run. You could leave and go back to Ben and warn him that they had more gas, warn Butcher that Sage was planning something, because you were certain she was. But you didnât know what.Â
And you had a plan.Â
Ben was going to kill you. You were going to kill you. As Homelanderâs face healed under your hands and your own face grew raw and painful, you hated yourself. You wanted to leave. You wanted to go home, back to Ben, and just leave. But the fire was settling quietly back into your body, silent and cold once more as your choice became set.Â
Homelander was right. This wasnât about you. This was about the world, and making it safe. This was about trusting that Butcher wouldnât let Ben come find you, as much as you wanted him to. Every part of your heart wanted Ben to burst through the door, pick you up, and take you away. Anywhere that wasnât here, and youâd tell him you loved him and he wouldnât leave. But youâd promised to keep him awake, and if he came to save you heâd go under. He wasnât going under. And, as much of a prick as Butcher was, heâd know to keep Ben away. And youâd get back to Ben. Soon. But right now this wasnât about you.Â
Here were the cards youâd been dealt. Here was your shot at the devil.Â
You werenât going to miss.
End Note: I know yâall hate me now, but please let me cook. I swear I'm not a sadist and this is going somewhere. Remember the agreement we made that you didnât know about; you GOTTA trust.Â
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Too Much? Just Enough
FEATURING Toge Inumaki x Reader
SUMMARY You never considered that you might be too loud for your quiet, warm-hearted boyfriend... maybe you were selfish not to.
CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, insecurities, inumaki being the sweetest, maki being maki (sigh)
AUTHORS NOTE finally got a day off from schoolwork to do some writing! Here is Inumaki's justice as promised! Enjoy! <3
The festival grounds were alive with color and sound, the air thick with the smell of sizzling food and sweet treats. Lanterns swung gently in the evening breeze, casting a warm, golden glow over the crowd as they meandered through stalls of games, souvenirs, and food. The laughter of children mixed with the shouts of vendors calling out their wares, while the steady hum of excited conversations filled the background.
You had been buzzing with energy the moment you arrived, eyes wide as you darted from one stall to the next, dragging Toge with you, your fingers intertwined with his. There was something about festivals that just lit you up from the inside outâthe music, the lights, the sense of celebrationâit was like fuel for your soul. Youâd barely stopped talking since you got there, your voice a cheerful lilt that seemed to match the lively atmosphere around you.
âToge! Look at this!â you called, pointing to a stall selling a dizzying array of masks. Kitsune, tengu, and oni masks hung from wooden beams, their vibrant colors catching the light. âWe should get matching ones!â you grinned, already picturing how adorable Toge would look in one.
Toge turned to look, his violet eyes sparkling under the glow of the lanterns. His lips quirked up in a small smile as he gave a soft nod, the affectionate look in his eyes sending warmth through you. He didnât have to speak for you to know he found your excitement endearing.
âFish flakes,â he said quietly, agreeing with a subtle nod.
Without hesitating, you picked out a kitsune mask for yourself and handed Toge a matching one, the white face of the fox sharp and mischievous. Toge slipped it over his head, and you couldnât help but giggle as you both admired each other. He gave you a small, amused hum, clearly pleased by your reaction.
Yuta and Maki caught up with you two at the mask stall, Yuta laughing softly at your energy while Maki gave a small shake of her head, though the smirk tugging at her lips showed she wasnât completely disapproving.
âWow, youâre like a kid in a candy store,â Maki teased, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against one of the beams. âWhatâs next? Gonna drag us to every food stall here?â
âI might!â you shot back, grinning widely. âItâs a festival, Maki, you gotta go all in!â You tugged at Togeâs hand. âBesides, Togeâs totally down for it. Right?â
Togeâs lips curved upward again as he nodded, clearly amused by how much fun you were having. He squeezed your hand gently, his way of encouraging your endless energy. You knew you could be a lot, but Toge never seemed to mind, always steady and supportive, grounding you even when you were a whirlwind of enthusiasm.
Panda joined your group next, a huge smile on his face as he approached with a paper bag full of festival snacks. âHey, did you guys see the yakitori stand? I got some for everyone!â He pulled out a few skewers, handing them out. âExcept Toge, of course,â he added with a playful wink.
Toge waved it off, his eyes warm as he accepted the gesture regardless. You, on the other hand, eagerly accepted the skewer, practically bouncing on your feet.
âThis looks amazing, Panda! You always know where the best food is!â you said, taking a big bite. The savory, smoky flavor hit your taste buds, and you groaned in delight. âThis is so good!â
Panda laughed, nudging Yuta with his elbow. âSee, someone appreciates good food.â Yuta chuckled in response, though his focus seemed more on keeping track of everyone in the bustling crowd than the food itself.
As you continued walking, the festivalâs cheerful chaos buzzed around you like a soft hum in the background. Every so often, youâd stop to point out something newâa game stall, a street performer, another food stand you just had to tryâand Toge followed you without complaint, his fingers never once leaving yours. Every now and then, youâd feel his thumb gently rub against the back of your hand, his silent way of grounding you in his quiet affection.
The two of you had always balanced each other that way. You were the loud, excitable one, the one who wore your emotions on your sleeve, while Toge was your quiet, calm counterpart. He never had to say much; his presence alone was enough to make you feel secure, supported, and understood. He let you be yourselfâwild, energetic, loudâand never once made you feel like you had to hold back.
It was this easy, natural rhythm between you that made being with Toge feel like second nature. You could bounce from one thing to the next without worrying about exhausting him or overwhelming him. His patience was unwavering, his affection always subtle but present in the small gesturesâthe way he watched you with soft eyes, the way he adjusted his pace to match yours, the way he squeezed your hand every time you rambled on excitedly about something new.
And right now, your focus was on a nearby game stall. âLook, Toge! Itâs one of those water gun games! You know, the kind where you have to shoot the target and fill up the balloon? We have to try it!â
Toge glanced at the stall, then back at you, his lips pulling into a half-smile. You could tell he found your excitement infectious, even if he didnât express it the same way you did. He nodded, and with a little tug, you pulled him toward the stall, waving at Maki, Yuta, and Panda to join you.
As you grabbed the toy gun, determined to win, Maki strolled over with a smirk. âYouâre really not gonna get tired of this, are you?â
You grinned at her, determined. âNope! Togeâs got my back, right?â You shot Toge a teasing glance, and he gave a small hum of agreement, his eyes watching you with that familiar warmth.
Thatâs when Maki made the offhand comment. âIâm just surprised Toge doesnât get tired of you. I mean, youâve been going non-stop since we got here.â
Her comment was casual, even light-hearted, but something about it lodged itself into your chest, a small ache blooming out of nowhere. You laughed, the sound coming out more awkward than you intended. "No, Togeâs fine," you said, glancing up at him with a smile that felt a little too forced. "He doesnât mind, right?"
Togeâs eyes flicked toward Maki for a second before turning back to you, and he shook his head softly, dismissing the comment entirely. âBonito flakes,â he said, his voice steady and reassuring. But even as he squeezed your hand to show he was fine, something in Makiâs words dug into your chest, planting a small seed of doubt.
Have you been too much? You were always like thisâloud, full of energy, constantly dragging Toge along with you. But now that Maki had pointed it out, it was hard not to think about it. Maybe you were overwhelming him, and he was just too polite to say anything. He was quiet by nature, after all, and here you were, chattering away, pulling him from stall to stall without a second thought.
You tried to shake it off, but the thoughts lingered as the night went on. Every time you raised your voice, every time you pulled Toge along to the next thing, the doubt crept in a little more. Were you exhausting him? Were you being selfish, assuming he was fine with all of this? You couldnât tell anymore.
As the festival wound down, the bright lights and energetic atmosphere slowly fading into the quiet of the night, the change in your mood hadnât gone unnoticed. Where there had once been boundless excitement, your energy had dulled to a faint flicker. It wasnât like you to walk in silence, not with Togeâs hand still held in yours, not with the buzz of festival joy still lingering around everyone.
You kept replaying Makiâs words in your head, wondering if maybe sheâd noticed something you hadnât. Maybe Toge really did get tired of youâmaybe you were just too much, too loud, too energetic. The thoughts wrapped around you like a heavy blanket, making it hard to laugh or smile like you had been earlier.
The silence became so unusual that even Yuta, ever so kind and careful, furrowed his brow as he walked alongside Panda and Maki. He glanced between you and Toge, noticing your unusually quiet demeanor.
"Hey, are you okay?" Yuta asked, his voice soft with concern. "Youâve been a little quiet for a while now."
Panda, always the more boisterous of the group, chimed in with a good-natured grin. "Yeah, you were about to eat all the festival food earlier, and now youâre barely saying a word. You good?"
You forced a small smile, one that didnât quite reach your eyes. "Iâm fine," you said quickly, though your voice lacked its usual vibrancy. "Just... tired, I guess."
Yuta gave you a curious look, but he didnât press further. Panda, too, noticed the shift, his usual lightheartedness momentarily subdued. Even Maki, though she didnât say anything, shot you a glance as if wondering if her earlier comment had something to do with your sudden change in mood.
Toge, however, had been watching you the whole time. He hadnât let go of your hand, and every few minutes, he squeezed it, as if reminding you that he was still there, that he was still by your side. His violet eyes flicked to you again now, a gentle worry in his gaze that only you could read.
âSalmon?â he asked softly, his tone inviting, asking if everything was really okay. But you just gave him a small, reassuring nod, despite the growing heaviness in your chest.
"Iâm fine," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper this time. "Really."
Toge wasnât convinced. The quiet between you two had never felt so heavy before, so unnatural, and he knew something was bothering you. But he didnât push you in front of the others, content to wait until the two of you could have some privacy.
The group lingered a little longer before eventually making their way back to the dorms, the lanterns of the festival becoming faint dots of light in the distance. Everyone was laughing, chatting about the fun they'd had, but you remained quiet, your mind lost in its spiral of self-doubt. It wasnât like you to hold back like this, but you couldnât shake the worry that maybe you had overstepped, that maybe youâd drained Toge with your constant chatter and boundless energy.
When the group finally reached the dorms, Yuta waved everyone off, smiling softly. âGoodnight, guys! It was fun.â Maki gave a brief nod of farewell, Panda let out a big yawn, and you mumbled something in response, your mind elsewhere.
Toge didnât miss a beat. Without a word, he tugged your hand gently, guiding you toward his dorm. His fingers were still laced with yours, his touch grounding, comforting, but also insistent in that quiet way of his. He wasnât going to let this slideânot tonight.
As you followed him through the hallways, the familiar comfort of the dorms all around, your heart started to beat a little faster. You could tell from the way Toge movedâquiet but purposefulâthat he wanted to talk. And the thought of sharing what had been bothering you, the insecurity youâd been trying to shove down all night, made you nervous.
Once you were inside his dorm room, the door clicked softly shut behind you. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp on his desk casting a gentle warmth over the space. Toge turned to you, his gaze soft yet determined, and led you over to sit on the edge of his bed.
He sat beside you, his hand never leaving yours, and he tilted his head slightly, as if to say, Iâm listening.
âMustard leaf,â he said softly, his voice a gentle prompt. Talk to me.
You stared at your intertwined hands, your heart racing as you tried to figure out where to start. The words were stuck in your throat, tangled up with the doubt and insecurity that had been eating at you all night. You didnât want to burden him with thisâyou didnât want to be that person, the one who constantly needed reassurance.
But Toge was patient. He gave your hand another small squeeze, his thumb brushing gently across your skin, a silent encouragement. He was here, and he wasnât going anywhere.
Finally, you let out a shaky breath. âI... I just... Iâve been thinking about something Maki said earlier,â you began, your voice quiet, hesitant. âAbout me being... a lot. Too much, maybe. And I started thinking, what if sheâs right? What if Iâm just... exhausting you?â
The words came out all at once, tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. Your voice wavered, the insecurity youâd been trying to hide now laid bare. âI mean, I know I can be loud and excitable, and youâre so quiet, so calm. I just started thinking... maybe Iâm overwhelming you. Maybe Iâm too much for you, and you just havenât said anything because youâre too nice.â
Togeâs eyes widened slightly, his grip on your hand tightening as he shook his head, his expression full of quiet urgency. âSalmon,â he said, his tone firm but tender. No. Youâre wrong.
You looked up at him, your eyes starting to sting with unshed tears. âI know youâd never say anything to hurt me, but... if I really am too much, I want to know. I donât want to make you feel like you have to put up with me.â
For a moment, there was nothing but silence between you, the air thick with emotion. And then, Toge reached up, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch was warm, steady, and when you met his eyes, you saw nothing but sincerity and affection there.
âTuna mayo,â he murmured, shaking his head again as he brought his forehead to rest against yours. Youâre perfect the way you are.
Your breath hitched in your throat, and for the first time that night, the weight on your chest seemed to lighten just a little. But the doubt still lingered, clinging to the edges of your heart. âBut... how do you not get tired of me?â you whispered, your voice trembling. âIâm always dragging you around, talking so much, being loud... I feel like Iâm the opposite of you.â
Toge pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours as he gently brushed his thumb against your cheek. He shook his head again, his expression soft but insistent. He brought a hand to his heart, then pointed to youâYouâre what makes me happy. Youâre the one I want to be with.
You blinked, the tears finally spilling over as the weight of his words sank in. He wasnât just tolerating you. He wanted you, all of youâthe loud, excitable, chatty parts of you that youâd been worried were too much. They werenât too much for him. They never had been.
âKelp,â he whispered again, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. I love you the way you are.
You let out a small, shaky laugh as you wiped your tears, a wave of relief washing over you. âYou really donât mind?â you asked, your voice still thick with emotion.
Toge smiled softly, shaking his head once more. âSalmon,â he murmured, his thumb still brushing gently against your cheek. Not at all.
And for the first time since Makiâs comment, the doubt that had been weighing you down finally began to melt away. Toge didnât just accept youâhe cherished you, loudness and all.
With a soft sniffle, you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he held you close, his chin resting atop your head. âI love you, too,â you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.
Togeâs hand gently rubbed your back, soothing and comforting as he pressed another kiss to the top of your head. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the quiet strength of his presence wrapping around you like a protective shield.
The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the dorm and the steady beat of Togeâs heart beneath your ear. But it wasnât an uncomfortable silence. It was warm, peacefulâfilled with the unspoken promise that, no matter how loud or excitable you were, Toge would always be there, holding you close, loving you just the way you were.
And as you snuggled into him, feeling the gentle rhythm of his breathing against you, you felt something returnâa spark of that boundless energy, that loud, excitable girl that Toge loved so much. Because with him, you didnât have to be anyone else but yourself.
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