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st4rr-girrl · 1 year ago

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Video Games

M.R

Summary; The toxic relationship between Mattheo and (Y/n).

Warnings; unrequited love, asshole Mattheo, NSFW, slight smut, angst, swearing.

A/N; this was my first song fic— but I hope you like it! This took me like two hours to write and I’m not joking 😭😭

Based on the song — video games, by Lana Del Rey

Swinging in the backyard.

Pull up in your fast car.

Whistling my name.

“(Y/n!)” Mattheo called out, with a wide, slap-able grin on his face. He was seated in the front seat of his fast, expensive mustang— watching your figure as you swung on the swing located in front of your house. It was summer, which meant you didn’t have to be at Hogwarts.

You excitedly hopped off the swing, your hair flowing in the wind as you rushed up to his car with a smile. “Hi Mattheo.” You cooed to your boyfriend, opening the car door and getting seated in the passenger seat. He nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes scanning up and down your body— but never landing on your face.

Without another word, he drove you to his house.

Open up a beer,

And you say, "Get over here

And play a video game.”

“(Y/n)! Check out this new video game I just got!” Mattheo called out from his bedroom. Wearing a white tank top, and underwear— as you two had just had intercourse— you kicked the fridge shut gently, and brought the two beers in your hand to his bedroom. You smiled sadly, your gaze flickering to the TV— which had his newest video game displayed on it. He was seated on his bed, biting his lip in concentration as his hands guided their way over his controller. You sat down in his bed, opening the beer and taking a swig before tossing the other beer next to him.

I'm in his favourite sundress.

Watchin' me get undressed,

Take that body downtown.

You were getting ready for a date with Mattheo, smiling to yourself in the mirror as you applied your lipgloss. You were wearing Mattheo’s favorite sundress, along with his favorite perfume— in order to please him. You ruffled your hair up, to give it more volume, before standing up as you heard a honk outside your house. You happily strolled downstairs, a small pep in your step as you opened the front door. A wide grin melting into your delicate features as you walked to his car, opening it and taking a seat in the passenger side.

“Hi baby.” You smiled, kissing his cheek affectionately. His eyes scanned up and down your body, before he bit his lip and turned his gaze back to the road and started to drive.

“You look amazing.” He complimented, making your cheeks flush and your heart pound.

You offered a cheeky grin, staring at your lap and clasping your hands together. “Thank you.”

Mattheo sat on his bed, watching as you slowly took your sundress off. His gaze was filled with lust and hunger as he stared at your body, biting his lip subconsciously. You wanted nothing more than to please him, and do whatever he asked of you.

You were laying in bed with Mattheo on top you you. “Fuck, baby. Your body is so hot.” He spoke breathlessly, pulling himself out of you before grabbing the beer on his nightstand. He stood up, putting his boxers on before walking to his TV and turning it on, before sitting back in bed and opening up his video game.

I say “You the bestest.”

Lean in for a big kiss,

Put his favorite perfume on.

Go play your video game.

“You’re the best, Mattheo.” You whispered, leaning up and kissing him passionately. He kissed back, in a half-assed manner— his eyes still glued onto his video game. You pulled away, frowning slightly as he turned his full attention to the video game. Heaving a sigh, you stood up and walked to the bathroom. You wet a rag, cleaning up what Mattheo had left behind on your skin with a small, sad frown.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.

Everything I do.

I tell you all the time,

“Heaven is a place on earth with you.” You whispered, your hand running through his hair as he laid in your lap, playing his video game. He didn’t seem to be listening, however. “Tell me all the things you wanna do.” You cooed seductively, biting your lip as he raised a brow, redirecting his attention to you with a lustful smile. If intercourse is what you had to do to get his attention, you’d do it. But instead he turned his attention back to his video game, with a shrug— insinuating he only wanted to play his video game without you getting involved.

I heard you like the bad girls, honey.

Is that true?

“What’s your type?” Theo asked Mattheo with a small smirk, assuming he’d describe you. Neither of them seemed to notice your presence lingering behind the corner of the hallway— peeking into the living-room where the two boys were smoking and drinking.

“I like bad girls.” Mattheo replied with a smirk of his own, raising a brow. Theo looked slightly surprised, and raised a brow aswell. You weren’t a bad girl. You were a good girl, who got good grades and stayed out of trouble. You frowned, backing up and walking down the hallway.

After summer, you returned to Hogwarts.

“Take it back, bitch!!” You shouted, kicking and punching the air as a Professor dragged you off of a girl. The girl had a fat lip, and forming bruises as she was also being dragged away from you.

“Never, slut!” She screeched, trying to pull away from the Professor to attack you.

Before you met Mattheo, you would’ve never done something like this. You would’ve simply kept your head down and kept walking. But after the conversation you overheard, you tried your hardest to be the one he wanted.

Mattheo smirked as he saw this, his amusement arising as he stared at you. He was turned on, but felt no sort of affection towards you. He was apathetic.

You and Mattheo were sitting in his bed in his dorm room, and per usual, he was invested in his video game. You grabbed a cigarette, lighting it and numbly staring at the screen as you took a drag. Mattheo smirked with a raised brow, turning his head towards you. “Since when do you smoke?” He snickered cruelly.

“Since now.”

It’s better than I ever even knew.

They say the world was built for two.

Only worth living is somebody is loving you.

And baby, now you do.

With your newfound personality change for Mattheo, his interest in you rose— only noticeably to you. You soaked up the attention, getting into fights, smoking, drinking, getting piercings, anything to get his attention. It was working.

Swingin’ in the old bars,

Swingin’ with the old stars,

Livin’ for the fame.

You felt famous. Not only were you collecting the sliver of attention from Mattheo, but the people at school seemed to notice the behavior from you. Mattheo found it amusing, others found it disturbing and dramatic, but teachers found it disappointing and heartbreaking.

Kissin’ in the blue dark,

Playin’ pool and wild darts,

Video games.

You were at a party, sitting down on the couch and chugging the alcohol from your bottle. You were already drunk, and on the verge of blacking out. The music was muffled, and your eyes were red and half lidded. Mattheo was speaking with his friends, before noticing you. He strolled over to you, and took a seat next to you.

He holds me in his big arms,

Drunk and I am seeing stars,

This is all I think of.

You started making out with Mattheo in the corner passionately. A red solo cup half empty with alcohol, and a burning cigarette in your opposite hand. You were drunk, and the world was spinning— but you felt safe in Mattheo’s arms.

Watchin’ all our friends fall,

In and out of old Paul’s.

This is my idea of fun.

Video games.

Your friends got drunk every other night, stealing the alcohol from the Old Paul’s bar, with fake IDS. You joined them, stumbling in and out of the bar feeling giddy and giggly from the alcohol in your veins.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.

Everything I do.

I tell you all the time,

“Heaven is a place on earth with you.” You reminded him, as he played his video games— even though you knew he wouldn’t be listening to you. “Tell me all the things you wanna do.” You tried speaking, but he was completely and utterly enamored in the video game he was playing. With a defeated sigh, you laid down and smoked a cigarette, staring at the ceiling.

I heard you like all the bad girls, honey.

Is that true?

Even as you continued being a bad influence, he slowly got used to it— which meant less attention. You felt defeated. You stayed up, wondering how he could put you through so much and not even feel a single inch of love towards you. After the things you did for him. The effort you put into your relationship. You felt lost, and unloved.

It’s better than I ever even knew.

They say the world was built for two.

Only worth living if somebody is loving you.

And baby, now you do.

After a while, you gave up on trying to grab his attention by being a troublemaker. You felt so alone. You stopped trying so hard, and your relationship only surrounded sex. You started being less of a troublemaker, and focused more on school than anything else.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.

Everything I do.

I tell you all the time,

“Heaven is a place on earth with you.”

“Tell me all the things you want to do.”

I heard you like the bad girls, honey.

Is that true?

He started to miss your voice. He started to miss how you would constantly boost his ego, and support him with whatever he was doing. How you would do small things for him, and how much affection you showered him in. How much trouble you’d get into just to be considered ‘his type.’

It’s better than I ever even knew.

They say the world was built for two.

Only worth living if somebody is loving you.

And baby, now you do.

He loved you now. But it was too late. You had broken up with him, separated yourself from your friends and focused on your schoolwork. He stared at you in the halls, during class, during dinner, breakfast, and lunch. He looked at your face. Something he failed to do when you were together. Now he was the one who had to fight for your attention. And holy fuck, it hurt him so bad.

And now you do.

Now you do.

Baby, now you do.

(Requested by @priyanichhabra)

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rickysvxr · 8 months ago

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nsfw a to z - ricky

warning - just smut, ricky x f!reader

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

a - aftercare

ricky's the sweetest when it comes to aftercare. he would immediately turn into lovelicky :(( he would ask you if you're alright and if he didn't hurt you too much. he would definitely clean you both and make some food. if you prefer sleeping - he would cuddle you to sleep and sing for you.

b - boobs

ricky's a boob guy - you can't tell me otherwise. when he sleeps he's cuddled into your boobs. he really likes squeezing them. while you ride him he likes sucking on your nipples and leave some hickeys.

c - cum

he would cum into your pussy unless you don't want him to. ricky wants you to be comfortable with anything he's doing. also he's really into cumming into your mouth or on your face.

d - daddy kink

he will definitely make you call him daddy. or maybe sir??? he'd be so into roleplay. he'd call you his little kitten or something. call him daddy and he'd immediately get hard.

e - experience

you both weren't really experienced but ricky knew what to do to make you feel the best. he's open to trying new things.

f - fingering

he'd finger you while you're visiting your family.. he's such a bitch and he knows that. he's also into fingering you when you're studying/working. he really needs your attention :((

g - gagging

he knows you can't take his whole dick to your mouth so he won't force you to anything and he would try not to hurt you. if he would - he'd do it unintentionally.

h - hickeys

for him - he likes leaving them on your boobs or tights so places that only him (and you) can see. you like giving him hickeys on his neck (right on his tattoo 🙈).

i - intimacy

when it comes to real sex he'd like to do it in your bedroom so you both have that private place. but he would also fuck you in the backseat of his car.

j - jerk off

he would definitely send you videos of him jerking off. he would tie a little ribbon on his dick :((

k - kinks

overstimulation, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names (idk if it counts), scratching, roleplay.

l - locations

bedroom, his car, couch, floor.

m - making out

ricky likes to make out late at night when he wakes you up just to make out with you :(( you'd be so sleepy but he loves it so much.

n - no's

he definitely wouldn't force you to anything. ricky wouldn't like to make you cry :( but besides that he's open to anything that you want to try.

o - orgasms

ricky would cum A LOT. it doesn't matter how you make him do that - he would cum a lot. he does at least 3 or 4 rounds (it's minimum for him btw).

p - pet names

baby, darling, sweetheart, my kitten, good girl, princess, sweetie, cutie, slut.

q - quickie

he'd be so into quickies. like before his performance? he would really love it. but still he likes to take his time with you.

r - relationship

in the bedroom - he's really wild and hot. he'd be the bitchest bitch to ever bitch. still he would give you whatever you want (he likes teasing a lot tho).

outside the bedroom - he turns into lovelicky. he's the sweetest person on the earth and you want him to know that! you both love when you're babying him. just give this man some attention and he'd be the happiest person in the world.

s - stamina

as i said before - ricky would do 3 or 4 rounds with you and it's his minimum! he would literally fuck you all day if you both could 😭 he still makes sure he's not hurting you or something. he always asks you if you want to go for an another round.

t - toys

vibrator and that's it. he doesn't like when something other than him is making you feel good. and he lets you know that.

u - unfair

he would make you cum every time. he doesn't like leaving you unsatisfied - it just hurts him. he's into teasing but he'd definitely make you cum before he's done.

v - volume

he likes when you moan so loud - it's music to his ears. he would groan and sometimes even moan. but don't expect it from him unless you're on top.

w - i can't think of any, sorry 😭

x - x-ray

he's BIG. and he knows that. (still he fits perfectly into your pussy).

y - i can't think of any!!!

z - zzz...

he won't fall asleep before you. he always makes sure that you're sleeping, then he would go to sleep. (he's so sweet i can't 😭).

#ricky shen #ricky #zb1 ricky #ricky smut #zb1 smut #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone

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spidybaby · 1 year ago

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Party killer

Summary: A girls' night gone wrong while your boyfriend is away.

Warnings: cursing, harassment and SA. ⚠️⚠️⚠️

A/N: This was requested, but I accidentally deleted the request, but I hope Anon, who requested it notice this is them request. 😭❤️ also this has some sensitive topics because anon asked me to add them. Please don't ignore the warnings. If you're sensible to this kind of topics skip this ❤️

"I love the collection. This is going to be huge, mi amor, " you say, applying your primer.

You're getting ready for a girls' night with your friends. On the other side of the FaceTime, Pedro was getting ready to go to bed. Having to work early with Springfield for his new collection.

"I'm so excited, I can't believe that my own collection is ready."

"I know, mi amor. I'm so happy for you."

Pedro explains how tomorrow he has to shoot a video for the colab also sharing what's the idea for the video.

His parents were with him, the shoot for the colab was taking place in London.

Why did they choose London? You had that same question, but you just keep it to yourself.

"Mami says she misses you." He says smiling.

"And I miss her too, miss her today. Our novela is going so well, and she's gone. Who am I supposed to talk to about it?"

He laughs, the camera is directed to his parents.

"Mija, you and I need to have a chat, I need updates of what's happening to Monserrat." Rosy says.

You chat a little with her and Fernando, asking them about the trip, about the collection.

"Hey, y/n. Are you going with Fer to this party?" Pedro's father asks you.

You knew Fer was going to a party because he invited you, since his brother was not in town Pedro named him your caregiver.

"No, sir. Fer is going to a friend birthday party and my friends and I are going to a club."

"Be careful, mija," Rosy says. "I'll text Fer. If you need a ride back home, call him. Also, take a cab no your car."

You laugh at how cute and protective they're with you. Always worrying about you being safe and comfortable.

"Yes, call your brother Pedro, and make sure he has the volume up."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. We're taking a cab with my friends and leaving together. But If you want I can text Pedro when I'm home."

"You do that, preciosa." Pedro yells from somewhere in the room.

You talk with Rosy about the novela while you do your makeup, finishing the call saying goodbye and promising you'll call Fer if you need anything.

Your friends arrived at your house, you called an Uber and while you wait for it you make sure you have everything.

"Y/n, someone's calling you." María, your friend, says.

You answer the call, noticing it was from Fer.

"Hola Fernandito."

"Hola, cuñada favorita."

"I'm the only one." You laugh. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, mami called me and told me you're on your way to the club. I just want you to know that if you want me to pick you and your friends up, I can."

"Thank you, Fercito." you say. "I'll have it in mind. Please enjoy your party."

Your friends announce that the Uber is outside, you grab everything and walk outside, locking the door.

"My uber's is here, I'll text you if I need anything. And remember I'm here if you need anything, if you can't drive because you're drunk or if you need a place to stay because you lost your keys." You joke with him.

"That only happened once." He laughs.

Once at a party, Fernando did a few more shots than he's used to, and ended up calling you to pick him up because he didn't want his mother to find out about the house keys being missing.

"Anyways, I'm here if you need me. Enjoy."

You say a quick bye before hanging up.

The Uber was quick, thankfully for you and your girls the night begins.

You all have a drink since you're not the biggest beer fan. But that quickly turns into two and then three.

"Let's go dance, I love this Quevedo song," you say, grabbing your friends by the wrist, taking them to the dance floor.

The song makes you remember Pedro. This is a song he sings while driving with you.

After good hours of dancing and screaming the songs, you ask your friends if they want more drinks.

"Okay, another round for everybody. I'll go to the bar, go to the table, okay?" You say loudly for them to hear you over the music.

You go straight to the bartender. Asking for all the drinks.

"Do you have a tab?" He asks you.

"No need for that man, add it to mine." A tall blonde guy says, handing his card to the bartender.

"Oh no, please." You say taking the card from the bartender. "Thank you, but I can pay for my own drinks." You say, returning the card and turning you back yo him. "You have my card there, table 8"

The guy taps your shoulder, making you turn again.

"My name is Zack." He says, getting closer. "What's your name, pretty girl?."

You back up a little, feeling the bar stopping you from backing up more.

"I have a boyfriend." You say trying to get him away.

"Ufff, not a smart guy, leaving you alone here"

"He's in the bathroom. Please back off."

"Then let's be quick. We can use the upstairs bathroom. I'm a vip."

"No, thank you. Back off." You say, pushing him hard but not enough, moving him only a few centimeters. "Get away from me."

You moved quickly, trying to get back to the table with your friends.

"Hey, not that quickly, don't play hard to get, you're not that pretty to do that." He grabs you hard by the arm.

"Dude, let go off me, I'm not interested."

You tried to get away from his hold. Only for him to press his hand harder on your skin.

"You want this, c'mon."

You can feel his other arm traveling down your waist and squeezing your ass. You pushed him with your free hand and tried to free your arm, only hurting you in the process.

"Let go off me." You pull your arm, bumping into another guy that notices what's happening. He helps you.

"Dude let go off her."

"She's my girlfriend, don't worry, mind your fucking business."

"Doesn't matter, she's asking you to let go so let fucking go off her."

This guy pushes the blonde away from you, making him release the hold.

You run to the bathroom, scared of him following you. The bar bathroom was a solo one.

You can feel the panic raise by the minute, and he air is getting less and less.

You pat your skirt pockets, feeling your phone in one. You grab it, and as you're about to call your boyfriend, you remember he's not in town.

He's in another country, hours from where you're. And you're only going to worry him and his parents.

So you called the only person you can think of. Hoping he was still awake and not deadly sleeping in his bed since it was almost four am.

"Cuñadita, are you still at the party?" He asks, the noise from his party can be heard.

You tried to answer, but the sob that's trying to get out is not letting you.

"Y/n?" He says worry. "Estas bien?" (Are you okay?)

"Fer," you say, sobbing.

"Mierda," you hear him saying. "Estas bien? Que pasa? Muñeca, necesito que respires y me digas que pasa." (Oh shit, are you okay? What's going on? Doll, I need you to breathe and tell me what's going on)

"Some guy." You say sobbing harder. "He touched me." You tried to explain more, but the crying is making it harder for you.

"Hijo de puta. En donde estas? Iré por ti ahora mismo. Send me your location. " (Son of a bitch, where are you? I'll come get you right now)

You send him your location, not being able to speak.

"Estas en un lugar seguro?" He asks you. (Are you in a safe place?)

"El baño." You say. (The bathroom)

"Don't hang up. I'm rushing to get you."

You keep crying, afraid of going out by yourself.

"Can you come inside? I don't want to go out alone." You cry into the phone.

"It's okay, muñeca" he says, his heart breaking with the sound of your cries. "I'm almost there. Nobody is going to hurt you."

"Thank-" you try to say, sobbing interrupting you. "Thank you."

Fer is talking with you. Trying to calm you down.

"Okay, y/n. I'm here, I'm haging up but I'm here."

"Okay. Hurry, please."

He hangs up and runs inside of the club.

When he locates the bathroom and runs to it.

"Y/n?" He knocks loud. "Are you there?"

You get up from the floor. Quickly opening the door.

"Muñeca" he says, looking at you. "Ven aquí"

He enters the bathroom and close the door.

"Ya estoy aquí, tranquila." He caresses you back, trying to calm you down. "Nadie te va a hacer nada. Estoy aquí." (I'm here, don't worry. Nobody's is going to hurt you. I'm here)

"Vamonos, me quiero ir." (Let's get out of here. I want to go)

He grabs some toilet paper to dry your tears.

You smile at him and hug him again.

He took your hand and opened the door.

"Fer," you hold him harder to catch his attention. "My friends, I can't leave them."

He nodded. "Vamos por ellas."

You walk in front of him, hand in hand, you get to where your table.

Nataly, was the only one at the table. She was texting careless.

"Nat" you call.

"Baby, where were you?" She says, hugging you. "Hola Fer." She waves to him.

"Nat, we have to go"

"What? Y/n, don't be like this. We're having fun."

"Nat," you call harshly. "Some dude assaulted me. I just want to go home, please." You say this to her ear, not wanting to yell it.

She looks at you with shook, then looks at Fernando. He nods his head.

"Bien, nos vamos," She says, serious. "Lemme get the girls, I see you outside in five. Fer, can you take us home? I can call a cab if you can't, that's okay"

"No, I can take all of you. It's okay." He nods at her. "My car is the black one on the other side of the road. We'll see you there, okay? Take your time."

Nat nodded and went to the dance floor, where all the other girls were.

"Vamos, muñeca." He says once you grab your bag.

As you both walk outside you feel someone grabbing you hard and pulling you back.

"You really like to play hard to get." The blonde guy says. "Don't be a bitch, come with me."

He tries to pull you to him, but Fernando is quickly

"Ey Cabron, te alejas de ella," he pushes this dude away. "Vete al auto." He says, giving you the car keys. "De este cabron me encargo yo." (Hey asshole, get away from her. Go to the car, I'll deal with his asshole)

"Fer, no." You grab his arm. "Let's just go, please."

But the blonde dude has other plans.

"Your girlfriend is a whore" he yells getting closer. "She was flirting with me, offering herself like a bitch she is."

That's all it took for Fernando to punch him.

"No te atrevas," he yells. "I don't know if you weren't taught how to respect women, but I'm going to show you right fucking now."

The blonde dude tries to get up, but another punch from Fernando has him back on the floor.

"Hey dude," one of the friends from this guy says, getting closer to Fernando and stopping him from punching the guy for a third time. "Listen, your girl was the one throwing herself at him"

"I wasn't doing anything. I told him to leave me alone." You yell at him. "Why can't you and your friend get that."

"Listen, dude," Fernando says, pushing lightly the friend by his shoulders. "I don't give a fuck, she asked him to leave her alone."

"She's just a whore" The blonde one yells from the floor.

"ES MI CUÑADA, CABRON." Fernando yells back, about to punch him again, but the friend stopped him once again. "Te voy a encontrar cabron, estas muerto." He says, then turn around to you. (She's my sister in law, asshole. I'm going to find you, you're dead) He grabs your hand, walking outside the club. "Mi carro es el de enfrente." He took the keys from your hands.

You walked a few steps to the car. He opens the door for you and helps you with the seat belt. "I'm going back for your friends, lock the doors."

You do as you're told.

A few minutes later, he walks with María almost in his arms. Perla and Nat hand in hand while crossing the street.

"Ay, I had so much fun." Perla says. "María kissed a french dude."

"Buenisimo." María says, Fernando laughs at her. "Y/n, you saw me?"

"Yes," you answer.

"Okay, everyone ready?" Fer asks. "Nat, to your house?"

She answered with a small yes.

"Oh, can we get Taco Bell?" Perla ask.

"We sure can." Fer answer.

But sadly for Perla, Taco Bell was closed.

The drive to Nat's house was silent.

Fer has his hand ok yours the whole time.

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Nat asks you. "Please, stay here."

"I'm not but I'll be fine." You answer. "I just want to go home and be alone."

She nods and hugs you, understanding that you want to be alone. "I'll call you later."

Fernando walks back into the car. "María is ready for you to help her shower, and I warmed some Mac and cheese for Perla."

"Thank you, Fer." Nat says. "Please take care of her."

You say your goodbyes and the drive being. "Can you drop me home? I just want a shower and to sleep."

"What?" He turns his head to you. "No way I'm leaving you alone. We're going to Pedro's house. You can stay in his room."

"I just want to sleep and pretend nothing happened." You cry.

"Muñeca," he didn't know what to say. He wanted to go back to the club and beat the shit of that guy.

Once you arrive at your boyfriend's house, you both walk in silence.

"Venga, let's go upstairs." He takes your hand leading the way upstairs.

When you enter the room, he guides you to the bed. "Stay here, I'll be back."

You check your phone for the first time since the bathroom. You text Pedro that you're home like your promised.

"I'm back." Fer announced himself. "Mom did the laundry before leaving. She washed your pijama."

You took the clothes from him, smiling a little.

You left the pijama there because Pedro insisted on your leaving a change for every occasion, so you could stay the night and didn't have yo go home.

Fer notice the way you're so out of the blue. It's like he can read your mind.

"It wasn't your fault. You said no, and he didn't like that so he took advantage of you."

Your eyes water again. "But, I could've pushed him harder or even done something else."

"No, muñeca." He takes you into his arms. "It's not on you, this is not your fault. Dudes like him say whatever they can to blame the girls, but it's not your fault."

"I just wanted my drink." You were a crying mess at this point. "I didn't throw myself at him. I promise."

"Oh, preciosa, I know that." He swayed the two of you slowly. "I believe you. It's not your fault. I promise it's not."

He let you cry the blame you're feeling into his shoulder. He feels like crying, too. You are the most pure person he ever known.

"I'll get you some water." He says once he noticed you calmed down. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something for you?"

You shake your head no.

"Okay, there's clean towels in the bathroom. I'll get you some water while you shower. And if you need me I'll be in my room."

"Thank you."

"Dont thank me." He says as he leaves the room, closing the door on his way out.

You shower and make sure to scrub extra hard all your body.

You changed inside the bathroom, mentally thanking Pedro, for giving you the idea of keeping some of your clothes at his house.

Once you're done, you go straight to bed. It was passed five a.m.

Hugging your boyfriend's pillow, smelling his scent, you fall asleep quickly.

A few hours later, you wake up by the noise of the gate getting open.

You grab your phone to check the time, noticing it was almost noon.

You get out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

You borrow Pedro's slippers, making you way to Fer's room. You knock on the door but no answer.

As you walked back to your boyfriend's room you run into him.

"Preciosa, hi" he says hugging you. "When you texted you were home I didn't think you were here."

You hug him tightly, hiding you face into his neck.

"Te extrañé mucho" he says kissing you shoulder.

But then he notice the way you're shaking, how your breathing is irregular.

"Mi amor, what's going on?"

You only shake your head, not being able to speak.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here."

"No, it's not." You cry harder.

He lift, you hug his body with your legs, not wanting to fall.

He walk into his room. Closing the door with his foot.

"Tranquila, mi amor." He swayed you both. "I'm here, don't cry."

He let you calm down. Once you're breathing normally he puts you down and makes you sit at his bed.

"Tell me what's going on, please." He begged.

You tell him everything. How this dude approached you and the way he touched you. How other guy had to help you in order for you to free yourself.

"I swear to God, hijo de puta." He says angrily. "Ferran knows the owner. I'm finding that dude and killing him.

You stayed silent. Is like a bad movie replaying on your head. The "what if" making you regret not going with Fer to the party where he was.

"Look at me." Pedro says, noticing this. "You know it's not your fault, right?"

"I don't know."

"No." He grabs you face. "It's not. The only one to blame is that disgusting hijo de puta, who took advantage of you."

"But"

"No buts, y/n."

He hugs you again. Not wanting to let go.

"I'm hungry." You say after a good silent time.

"Let's go get something to eat, mi amor." He kiss you. "What do you want?" He kiss your cheek" "I'll get you anything, mi princesa." He kiss your other cheek. "Even that matcha ice cream you love" he kiss your nose.

You laugh at every kiss, feeling the tickles.

"I'm feeling some burger King."

"Whatever the princess wants, it's what she gets." He grabs your hand and takes you downstairs.

"Pedro, wait." You say, noticing you're still in pijamas. "I have to change."

"We're going to the drive-thru, no worries."

After a quick trip to burger King and the grocery store for your matcha ice cream. You're back at his house.

"Pon el helado en la heladera, así cuando lo sirvas esta menos líquido." He says getting out of the car. (Put the ice cream on the freezer, so when you eat it it's not that liquid)

Fer was in the kitchen, drinking some water.

"Hey, we got you a burger. Hope you're feeling like eating one."

"Fuck yes, I need food asap." He laughs.

"Look who's up." Pedro laughs as he enters the kitchen. "I'll go get the drinks. Don't start without me."

You hug Fernando from behind. "Gracias, Fer." You say. "I don't know what I would do without you."

He turns around, hugging you back. "To me, you're like my little sister. Don't thank me, I promised to protect you, and I will punch as many dudes as I need to in order for you to be safe."

Kissing his cheek and hugging him tightly. He returns the kiss.

"Oigan, yo quiero un abrazo." Pedro breaks the silence. "Vengan acá." (Hey I want a hug too, come here)

You stretch out your arm for him to place himself.

"Okay, thats enough" Fer says. You separate laughing.

"Let's eat, the food it's getting cold."

You take the food out of the bag, giving each boy his burger.

You all joke and laugh with stories from Fernando. Laughing at the videos of his friend getting the cake all over his face.

When you're done. You suggest watching a movie.

"I'll serve the ice cream, Fer adds some whipped cream, and you, mi amor, go pick a movie for us to watch."

You nod, kissing him before going to the living room.

"Fer, gracias por lo que hiciste." (Thank you for what you did)

"Joder, tio. Don't thank me, you know you would do the same for my girlfriend. Plus, y/n is like family. If I had to get my knuckles bloody for her I will."

"Es que eres el mejor hermano." (You're the best brother ever)

Pedro hugs Fer, messing with his hair.

"No es como que tengas otro, capullo." (It's not like you had another one, idiot)

They hurry with the ice cream when you yell that you found a movie.

Sitting on each side of you, Pedro's arm rested on your shoulders, hugging you.

He was thankful for his brother. Knowing that no matter where he's at, you have Fernando there for you.

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getmeoutofhell · 1 year ago

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Road trip to Airport with the GF group headcanons

A/n: I just feel like they deserve more stories all together so why not???

Warning: cussing

edit: i’m so embarrassed because hawaii is an island. pretend this is to the airport omfg 😭

THIS HAS BEEN EDITED

On the road:

-CHAOS

-like actual chaos no joke

-romans the driver (obviously)

-you’re sitting in the passenger seat since Roman thinks you’re the best to sit by in the car

-he also DEMANDS Mickey to be put in the back for obvious reasons.

-you can probably expect some arguments and other unnecessary drama on the road

-stu and billy sit next to each other (so un expected) and billy is not happy about it

-you can probably guess why

(1)-“Stu move your damn leg.”

(2)-“My legs not even touching you.”

(3)- “yes it is!”

(4)- “no it’s not!”

-then roman buts in

-“can y’all stfu? I can’t concentrate on the road with all that shit going on in the back.”

-do NOT I repeat do NOT give ethan, amber, quinn, stu, charlie or richie the aux or let them any where near the damn radio.

-unless you wanna hear weird/shitty music

-roman said that they’re banned from going near it ever again

-if you can drive roman may let you and him take turns driving (depends if you drive good to him or not)

-I feel like if any of the older GF comes (Debbie, Bailey.) they probably would drive separately because they know how the group gets when they’re all together…

-mickey saying shitty jokes when he gets bored

-amber and stu encouraging the shitty jokes

-stus ass eating up all the snacks

(1)-“who the hell ate up all the hot cheetos??”

(2)-“it wasn’t me!”

-has evidence all over his hands

-charlie showing weird ass videos he found on his phone to mickey

-has the damn volume all the way up

-roman buts in again

-“turn that shit down!”

-ethan may be one of the quietest in the car

-like he just sits there on his phone listening to music, starting out the window

-richie may bug him a bit

-you but in and tell him to stop bothering him

-stu thinks you’re sus

-quinn and amber arguing like every 30 minutes

-roman getting aggravated at them

-if you guys stop for a bathroom break be prepared for romans bickering

-“listen guys, no fucking around in the store we’re losing time here! Get in and get out.”

-stu buys all kind of weird snacks

-hopefully no one notices that they’re literally murderers

Hope you enjoyed this little drabble! I will make headcanons about us staying in a hotel plus when we’re actually in Hawaii!! ❣️

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sehtoast · 18 days ago

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Tender Threads Ch 9 (Homelander x OC)

chapter nine: awakenings

chapter directory | slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, spidersona as original character, original trans male character, smut, sublander

summary: the world hasn't always been good to you, has it, little spider?

warnings: this chapter contains attempted/foiled SA against a minor, recollections of SA by a main character, and themes of hate-crimes

“– and now that menace is trying to corrupt our greatest hero!”

He fades into the world before his eyes even open. There’s an awareness of most things. A body beside him, fuzzy blankets beneath the palm of his hand, a pillow that his face is half sunken into, warmth…

“These arachnid types are all the same!”

And that damn voice…

He blinks slowly, eyelids heavy with the weight of rest the likes of which he hasn’t had in… well, he doesn’t know, really. Before him is his little spider, phone aloft in his limp hand playing on the lowest volume setting and looping what seems to be a podcast of some sort.

“Junkies, thieves, dangers to society!”

Despite the vitriol, Benjamin seems to have fallen back asleep. Homelander slips the phone out of his hand and squints. 8:45 in the morning… not quite time to start their day, but certainly a lot later than he normally sleeps. Not that it matters terribly much. Friday meetings always happened later in the day. Other than a photoshoot at two, their day was mostly clear.

Mostly.

“And now one’s in The Seven! What were they thinking!?”

The Bugle. Some low ranking news podcast channel he’s heard of in media demos that constantly begs for him to come on as a guest. Homelander rolls his eyes. This guy was less than shit in grass, but, all things considered, shit served more of a purpose. Just a washed up old editor for a disbanded newspaper company whose name he recycled shortly after they had to close up shop. Desperate for anything that could lift his views, even if it was just a rank amateur D-lister from some shithole like Cleveland.

Jonamy Ameson was no ordinary angry old man, it seemed. As Homelander scrolled the VTok page, it appeared that he had a massive personal vendetta against Spider-Man.

“I don’t want that kind of filth swinging around the streets of this great city– nay, this great nation!”

Every word was shouted with all of the poise of a tantruming child, fists slammed on his desk to rattle the cheap microphone, fingers pointed into the camera. If the video wasn’t about Ben, about Spidey, it was about Webweaver, Silk Strider, Arachno-Lad– basically any spider type hero was ripe for the picking, but Ameson’s prime target was always Spidey.

Interesting…

“To think Homelander would allow such filth on his team! The lawlessness of it makes me want to simply vomit!”

Maybe it was worth booking a slot on his little budgetless production to put Ameson in his place. For now, though… He has Ben’s phone. Ben’s unlocked phone. A quick glance finds the bug still out cold, so he gets to work.

Homelander was no aficionado with technology, but he knew one thing. A person’s cell phone was an absolute gold mine of secrets. Texts, photos, search history, all sorts of little obscure things he hasn’t been able to deduce from his secret visits and late night observations.

He starts with texts. The second to last person Benjamin had texted was his mother and, from the looks of it, the conversation hadn’t been pleasant.

-please talk to your brother. he loves you -

-he’s got a real funny way of showing it -

-he just doesn’t know how. you’re not being nice -

-the last time i talked to him he made sure to accuse me of being part of ‘tranny predator cabals’ but sure, *i’m* not nice -

The conversation seemed to have died there two days ago. He backs out and opens the most recent. In it, he finds Benjamin’s chats with his apparent best friend– the same one Homelander watched him have lunch with so long ago.

-i made Homelander mad, idk what to do -

-Duuuuude -

-help 😭😭 i don’t want him pissed at me! -

-I thought you’d want him at a distance after the stalking bullshit -

-i meaaan a few weeks ago yeah, but not really now yk? he’s not bad. kinda cool actually. you seen the pics yet of us running around together?

-Just that one from the other day with the car thieves -

The rest is… interesting. Ben told of their excursions. Of how scared he was the first time they flew but how he’s started loving it so much– how he’s embarrassed to ask but wants to see if ‘Homie’ would ever bring him up above the clouds at night.

-idk does that sound weird? it might be weird -

-It’s a little weird bro. Shit sounds a lil romantical ngl -

-😭😭 -

A little night trip, eh? He could do that… But a romantic flight? That was… something else. That the bug didn’t deny it was worth a raised eyebrow or two. Maybe… No. No, no… he shouldn’t entertain the thought. But maybe…

He shakes his head to clear his mind.

Benjamin’s gallery is little more than wanted signs and missing person posters, with maybe a shot or two relevant to his actual life. A few screenshots of stupid social media posts, a picture of the menu from Patsy’s Pizza…

He’s so fucking ordinary.

Homelander half expected to find rantings and ravings about how much the bug detested their time together. Something to undermine and dispel the illusion of all of this strange kindness. Hell, he was even hoping to find a nude or two to send to himself and delete the evidence of such from Benjamin’s phone right after– but there’s nothing. Even his social media is clean.

With a sigh, expelling emotions he can’t even name, Homelander leans over the bug to place the phone on the nightstand. And that’s fine until he realizes how close that makes them. The strangest shiver goes down his spine– a need to curl his arm around Ben’s abdomen and tug him nearer and sink into his very existence.

Their faces are so close. He can practically taste Ben’s breath and he hardly hates that it carries that morning-time smell with only a whisper of the bug’s toothpaste of choice. His nose should be scrunching in disgust. Every part of him should be reacting that way. Instead, he stares at Ben’s lips, imagines what it would be like to slot a leg between his and entwine their limbs.

He’s never woken up beside someone before.

Maeve never stayed. Never wanted to. The rare fan usually left right after, was far too fucking annoying to keep around, or just… didn’t survive the prior events. Even in the more innocent sense, like now, he’s never had this.

What are you doing to me..?

He leans in closer.

Closer…

The slightest nudge would touch their lips and he’d know if this was all just his mind playing tricks on him or if it was something…

Something else.

The fact Benjamin hasn’t startled awake yet is a miracle.

Homelander’s breaths grow unsteady, chest beginning to rise and fall faster and harder, heart hammering within. There’s something forbidden about it all. A fruit too sweet to taste that screamed for him to do it anyway. Could he stop himself?

Should he?

Eve cast mankind from paradise with a mere bite. Would the same happen here? If those gentle eyes happened to flutter open and catch him in the act, would he too be thrown from heaven?

He has to know. He has to fucking know right now.

He flinches the moment their lips touch. It’s as if Benjamin is pure electricity jolting through his very bones, fire through his veins, air in his lungs and it’s all from a mere brush of flesh. Homelander’s eyes roll and flutter shut. He goes back a second time, firmer. It’s a sensation running hot and cold through his entire body all the to the fog of his mind.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t glide his lips further nor allow his tongue to swipe out. He just lingers there, letting every sensation lap at the shores of his heart, mind, and soul. It was like water in the desert. Food for a man starved. Freedom for a caged dog.

Pulling away is the hardest thing he’s ever done. But he can’t risk it.

He cannot be cast out from Eden.

Meetings had gone from a sore spot of anxiety to no more than a time to daydream. There wasn’t much to it. Homelander did the same-old-same-old. He’d ask about saves, about marketing, about media projects, all the regular stuff. This time, though, he gets to gloat.

“Well, the bug and I got up to some mischief with a few groups of undesirables this past week.” He says proudly, shoulders back as he preens before the lackluster attention of the team. “Media’s been eating it up, Home-Spider's been trending for three days straight. Our approval rates hit a hundred percent this morning. That’s how it’s done, team. ”

Homelander’s so giddy– happier than usual by a long shot. Ben wonders what’s gotten into him. Even their morning together had been incredibly upbeat. Granted said morning was a matter of waking up, having a laugh about the absurdity of having had a sleepover without discounting that it was actually enjoyable, offering Homelander a lackluster breakfast of cereal– which he politely denied, and seeing him off as he floated back to his penthouse to get put together for the day. But still.

Waking up beside him had been interesting. Seeing Homelander with his eyes shut, sleeping peacefully without a trace of stress, sourness, or even a distant, distracted mind warping his expressions was…

Well, it certainly brewed a nice warm feeling in the bug’s chest. The entire fact Homelander had shown up last night took Ben totally by surprise, but it spurred the strangest tidal wave of joy. Maybe because the ice cream apology worked out, but also just knowing he’d flipped the man who once threatened to ruin his life over to a friend was a source of happiness in its own right. But it was somehow more.

For so long, Ben’s only friend had been Jase. There was only so much the bug could pester him before he would start to feel like a nuisance. He’s lost so many people to having a dual life and hiding himself. All the events he’s walked out on to do the right thing, all the people he’s left behind, every text detailing how his absence was too hurtful to tolerate anymore… and even just the relationships that died naturally.

Although he was, at first, a suffocating force, Homelander has become the freshest breath of air Benjamin has breathed in a very long time. Strange how the man who destroyed his perfect balance could become such a thing.

“Now,” leather clad hands come down on Ben’s shoulders and jar him from his thoughts. The grip is gentle– kind, even. “Spidey and I have to get a move on to cover our obligations, but I fully expect to hear good things from everyone when we meet again on Tuesday.”

Once upon a time Ben would have expected those hands to be slowly crushing his bones in a display of dominance, but they do nothing of the sort. In fact, one drops and Homelander splays the other between Ben’s shoulder blades. Benjamin looks up and smiles, glancing to the side occasionally to watch the others depart. Maeve’s lingering gaze doesn’t go unnoticed, but he brushes it off.

“We’ve got that photoshoot next, yeah?” He asks.

Homelander nods. “Then some more district patrols. Oh, I’ve got a surprise for you too, but you’re gonna have to wait.”

“You wha–”

“Ah, ah. No spoiling it.” Homelander says with a wag of his finger. “Now, go do whatever it is a spider does. I’ve got a quick meeting with Madelyn before we leave.”

“Wait, like– it’s a good meeting, right?”

“Of course, silly.”

Silly? That’s a new one.

“Just make sure you’re on the roof when I’m done, ‘kay?” Homelander leans in, brow arched, voice softer and deeper. “Otherwise I’ll have to hunt you down.”

Ben’s brows raise and his cheeks tingle with a warmth that spreads a little faster through his body than he’d care to admit. “In that case, c-can I just… give you my number then?” Smooth. “Not to like, y’know– it’s so you can tell me when you’re done and I can–”

“Mm,” Homelander hums, pulling a phone out from god knows where in his suit. “That sounds like a super idea, actually.” He leans against the table and hands it off, eyes locked with Ben's. “Go ahead, put it in.”

Woah… is he– why’s he being so…

The bug taps away to create the contact, sends himself a message, and hands it back. Homelander peers at the screen for a moment before snorting a little laugh. Probably because of the contact name.

‘Ben 🕷️ 🤠’

“Behave yourself, Benjamin.” Homelander says as he stands once more, turning on his heel to leave. He gets to the door’s threshold before he turns back. “Oh, and don’t put my name in your phone as something weird. You fuckin’ Gen Z’s are always doing that.”

Oh, now it’s just pure fucking temptation.

“No promises. Homie.”

“Hope you didn’t blink. That’d just make us look bad.”

“I’m wearing a mask, you dipshit!” Ben cackles, releasing one web to tether another. “What if you blinked, huh?”

“Please,” Homelander scoffs as he floats along. “I’m perfect. I would never do such a thing.”

“Suuure. I bet.” The bug lets off at just the right angle to land on a low building. On the streets below, students were just letting out from a nearby high school and their far-off chatter filled the air around them.

Homelander touches down right next to Ben and shoots him a smug look. The teasing had been going on back and forth since they first left Vought Tower. Nothing crazy. In fact, it had all been perfectly good natured.

The day had been absolutely wonderful. They’d even snagged some churros once the shoot ended and ate them on top of the Empire State Building. Of course, Homelander complained about the low quality of the ‘meal.’ He was, after all, a man of refined tastes accustomed to steak and lobster and whatever other fancy-pants cuisine the chefs on floor twenty-two cooked up.

“What, you didn’t know you could do custom orders?”

“No!” Ben whined. “The fuck? You mean you can just get anything, and it’s like– it’s free!?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Homelander asked, giving the street vendor food a concerned sniff.

“‘Cuz it’s fuckin’– it’s so fancy, dude!” The bug throws his head back in theatrical agony. “My god, I’ve been eating lunchables and ramen this whole time. What the hell...”

“I don’t– why the fuck would it even matter if cost anything? It’s not like you’re poor anymore.”

“Old habits, Homie.” Ben gripes. “Once you’ve lived off’a jarred marinara and dollar store spaghetti for a month because you fucked up your budget, you just kinda get conscious of spending, y’know?”

“Nope.” Homelander snorts. “I would not know. That sounds disgusting.”

“Mm.” Comes a hum that breaks Ben from the joyful memory. “Sounds like a kerfuffle closer to the school.”

“Wanna check it out?”

“Just kids,” Homelander says. “Sounds like the pecking order is just establishing itself.”

The bug just looks at him.

“Fine.” Homelander grabs Ben at the waist and propels them into the air, zipping all the way to a rooftop overlooking some rank alleyway where a gaggle of youths jeered at another, shoving him back and forth between the circle they’d formed around him.

“Let’s see it, pussy boy!”

“C’mon, you say you’re a real man! Shouldn’t be that hard to prove it.”

A girl stands off to the side, phone pointed at the scene while she laughs in gleeful joy.

Ben jumps down with no care to slow his fall. The concrete crackles below him, drawing away all the attention.

The crowd parts with gasps of awe and horror, and in the center is an older boy frozen in place, hands mid-tug on a younger boy’s shirt.

Benjamin inhales deeply, holds it, then lets it go. They’re kids– remember that they’re just kids.

The girl holding the phone points it in his direction, quaking. With a thwip, he snags it from her, throws it to the ground, and crushes it under his heel. Rage brews in his gut like a poison. He’s almost confident his knees are trembling almost as much as his balled fists. It’s all but a mirror fucking image of himself... Tears bite at his eyes and it takes all he’s got to swallow the lump in his throat between the grinding of his teeth.

The kids flinch with his first step toward them. By the second, they’re inching their bodies to turn for their inevitable dash from the scene of the crime. All Ben wants is to grab each of them by the neck and throttle them senseless for what they were doing.

“Go.” He grits. “Get the fuck out of here!”

Normally, seeing them throw one another to the wolves and every-man-for-himself-ing it would be amusing. But not this. Not now.

The boy they’d been after sniffles and tugs his jacket back in place, zipping it quickly to hide the torn neckline of his shirt that had revealed a garment Benjamin knew all too well.

“Hey it’s– don’t worry now, okay?” He stammers, approaching slowly. “They’re gone, and they ain’t coming back. This yours?” Ben asks, nodding his head in the direction of scattered books, paper, and a crumpled bookbag. His heart hurts ten times worse when he spots the little pink, blue, and white pride pin dangling from a zipper loop.

The boy doesn’t answer, nor does his gaze rise from the ground. Ben picks everything up anyway. He spots a name on some torn up algebra homework.

“Eli?”

That does the trick. Ben grabs one last thing off the ground– a baseball cap– and shuffles over to him. “You okay?” The bug kneels once Eli looks back to the ground. Kiddo’s got a black eye and a bloody nose. “Think you dropped this,” he murmurs. He gently plops the hat in place and tugs it forward nice and snug. Perfect fit.

Thwip.

Whoever’s washcloth he snagged from the clothesline above will just have to cope with its loss. “Here.” He says, reaching forward with the rag to dab away the blood. “Pinch that for me, yeah?” When the boy’s hands don’t leave the neckline of his jacket, Ben sighs.

“Don’t worry about hiding the straps, little dude. I used to wear a binder too.”

And, just like that, shame and humiliation turns to awe and disbelief.

“Used to have shitty kids do awful things to me too.”

“R-Really?” Eli squeaks, voice nasally from the hold Ben keeps on his nose.

“So you can talk!” The bug chirps, lenses miming the way his eyes change with his growing smile. “Here, take that– awesome. But yeah… Yeah.” Ben slings the bookbag onto his back and stands. “Can I walk you home? Or I could swing ya. Your choice.”

The kid’s eyes light up even brighter. “I wanna– can we swing?”

“You bet!”

He swaps the bookback to his chest and lets Eli climb on piggy-back style.

“Hold onto your hat. You want the scenic route?”

“What the hell was that earlier?”

Ben's feet dangle over the edge. He and Homelander had stopped to relax not long after the debacle with the kids. There had still been a few issues around the city that needed handling, but they finally found a quiet moment. The top of Lady Liberty’s crown was the only place that seemed far enough away from the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, and they sat in near silence so long that the sun had started to paint the world in reds and golds.

“What do you mean?” The bug asks, sadness thick in his voice despite every insistence that he was completely fine.

“Just, all that.” Homelander doesn’t know how to explain it. The bug smelled like misery down to the atomic level from the moment he dropped the kid off, and there was obviously something personal in the way he’s been reacting to the situation. “You take every wet puppy we come across to heart, but you usually get over it pretty quickly. What’s the problem?”

It’s certainly irksome when the bug looks away. Benjamin’s dismay is practically stinking up Lady Liberty’s entire head.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Which is such a fucking lie. It almost makes him furious.

“Right, right.” He scoffs. “Your blood pressure is elevated over nothing. Got a little jack rabbit thumpin’ in your chest over nothing. Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

“No, I just…” Ben sighs wistfully, but one of his uncomfortable chuckles cuts through it. “It’s just a lot, y’know?”

Since fucking when has his talkative little spider ever learned the art of silence? Christ, it’s almost a total role reversal of the other night. Ben’s silent, but all Homelander wants is their normal, stupid banter. He wants to hear about helping old broads cross the street and stopping bike thieves. He wants to hear Ben’s ridiculous anecdotes and pestering questions. But now he’s being deprived, and for fucking what? Because some pissant kid couldn’t fight off a pack of bullies?

“And I don’t wanna force you to be my therapist.”

As if the bug could force him to do anything. Time for a different approach.

“Heh, try me. I’ve been told I’ve got pretty strong shoulders.” He pats one for good measure. “Besides, the more you deny it, the more I want to know.”

The more I have to know…

Was there something not included in his file? Something Homelander hadn’t scrounged up in that shithole apartment Benjamin had been living in?

“C’mon, get it off your chest before you stink up the whole statue. Sad people smell bad.”

He stares and stares until Ben cracks the smallest smile. It would be fine if his eyes weren’t glassy.

“I just… ah, where to start…”

Probably at the beginning, he wants to say, but–

“That… happened to me.” Ben says, clearing his throat after a moment. “Just… really hit home, y’know?”

Oh.

Oh…

Homelander’s eyes narrow. He means to demand elaboration, but Ben beats him right to it.

“I… it was some kids at school.” Ben takes a deep, shaky breath. His blood pressure is climbing again, heart pounding, adrenaline brewing. He stares blankly into the dark nothingness of the river. “I dunno what they were even trying to prove, y’know? I figure you know all this already, but I wasn’t always a guy…”

He just nods. Of course he already knows. Vought didn’t miss a beat with that dossier. But, more importantly, Ben used to get harassed as a kid? It seems nothing short of preposterous. Benjamin’s a superhuman; he shouldn’t have a single problem putting filth beneath his boot–

“Apparently they were supposed to just beat my ass and prove a point, but I– it wasn’t…” Benjamin pauses, collecting himself, eyes shut.

Homelander inches the slightest bit closer. Never in his life has he ever felt a need so strong to pull someone into his arms. Hell, he’s never even asked someone to drop all of their baggage like this before either. He’s never cared. Things like this are beneath him… But how quickly that lack of concern has morphed into woeful rage the likes of which he hasn’t felt in decades…

“T-They didn’t do a lot, y’know, just– just some, but...”

Every sniffle, every crack in Ben’s voice rips Homelander’s heart to shreds. Someone had hurt his little spider.

“And I…” Ben wipes furiously at his eyes. “I think– I think that t-those kids earlier were about to do the same thing to that boy and–” Ben finally looks over, eyes bloodshot and puffy. Devastated inside and out. “Other than my old therapist and Jase, you’re the only one who knows about that now…”

His body moves on its own. Homelander pulls Benjamin over, loops an arm around his back and another beneath his knees and hoists him into his lap for an embrace unlike any he’s ever given. His heart hammers just as loudly as the bug’s.

“M’sorry,” comes the smallest, whimpering sob against the crook of his neck. “S-Shit, I don’t– crying’s not– I usually don’t–”

“Shut up,” Homelander says softly, careful to keep even the slightest shred of rage off his tongue. There would be time to find names later. Someday soon, hopefully. “Cry your heart out, bug boy. I can handle it. Good shoulders, remember?”

Ben’s body shakes with a small laugh that interrupts whatever suppressed weep managed to slip free.

“T-They are cozy,” he hiccups. “I’ll give ya that…”

He waits. Waits and waits and waits until Ben’s cries cease and his vitals fall back to less distressed ranges. By the sound of his breathing, he’s nearly wept himself to sleep. So Homelander does the only thing that feels more right than dropping everything to raze that little shithole town where Benjamin was raised to the ground.

“I’ve gotcha,” he coos. It’s the gentlest he’s ever taken off. Just a tiny hop was all he needed to become weightless and rise higher and higher. This is what he should’ve done right away.

“What’s–”

“Your surprise,” he says as if it were so obvious. “You like it?”

He certainly should regardless of how exhausted he may be. The sun casts its red haze across the clouds, painting them perfect hues of scarlet and pink, sinking bit by bit more and more beneath the horizon. The darkening blue of the sky threatens to overtake it all, like a god in and of itself ready to swallow the earth.

Ben clings to him even tighter.

“Relax. M’not gonna drop you.” Homelander huffs a small chuckle.

“I didn’t say you would,” yawns the bug.

God, their faces are so fucking close.

“You’re being sticky,” he hums with a small roll of his eyes. There’s not really a better way to describe it. “Don’t you trust me?”

Say yes… Please fucking– just say yes.

“I do, just–” Benjamin sputters, eyes darting to and from his gaze. “The heights, y’know? Wait, you can feel that?”

“No, but I figured you were stuck to me.” He teases, grinning from ear to ear.

The resulting giggle is like sweet music to his ears. It’s silent for a moment while the bug takes it all in.

“You can just– you can just do this like it’s nothing…” Ben murmurs after a while. “You’re amazing,”

“Mm, tell me more.”

“If I do that, your head won’t fit through my doorway anymore,” Benjamin chuckles. “But yeah…. Yeah.”

Just for that lovely compliment, Homelander decides the bug has earned a full sunset. Not until the sun fades away completely does he decide to descend and, even then, the bug is already halfway dozed off again. Messy hair tickles his cheek and he’s so glad Ben can’t see the smile he’s struggling to keep at bay.

Because it’s endearing, he tells himself.

He flies as slow as possible to savor the moment. It's awkward to maneuver two bodies through the access hatch at once, but he manages to do it all the same.

Part of him expected Ben to hop down as soon as they were inside, but, to his surprise, the bug does nothing of the sort. He clings weakly all the way back to the bedroom, and those arms don’t quite unloop from around his neck even after he lays Benjamin on the bed.

Their eyes meet and the space between them is so very small. No different at all than when he’d stolen that sweet, sleepy kiss…

“Hope you enjoyed flying air-Homelander,” he murmurs, smiling softly. All the rage he’s felt since Ben’s confession has melted away, replaced by butterflies and fondness that feels so sweet that it could give him a cavity at any moment. “You’ve arrived at your destination…”

Instead of letting go, those arms pull Homelander into a warm embrace. No one ever really knows that Homelander can quite literally sniff them out. Every little chemical the brain makes tickles his bloodhound nose in some way or another. And Benjamin..?

“Mm, thanks, Homie…”

He smells sweet.

“Of course.”

Warm. Welcoming.

“Get some sleep,” Homelander hums. The arms at his neck fall slowly and he tugs a blanket up to Ben’s chin. Even after he leaves– reluctantly, of course– and with a troubled mind, he can’t shake that scent. Serotonin, norepinephrine, oxytocin, vasopressin…

He smells like love.

Oh god. Oh god…

He’s paced back and forth through the penthouse for hours now working through the hurricane of emotions sweeping through both his heart and mind. There was rage. Pure, unbridled, wrath at the fact someone had harmed his sweet Benjamin. That they’d done such damage to the boy… it wasn’t enough to even fathom rolling heads. It had to be more.

He’d clenched his gloved fists over and over again, each creak of the leather a promise of how he’d crunch bones and sinew between his fingers and rip them limb from limb. He’d savor it. Every second would be perfect. There were no faces yet to attach to these fantasies. But soon, the very minute the staff clocked in, he’d put analytics’ sniffers on the trail. They’d scrounge up something. They fucking better.

Look at you, all in a twist over the bug.

His reflection stares back in the mirror, but there’s a lack of anger. There’s no ridicule in its eyes.

“I–” He swallows thickly, eyes darting between the window and mirror. “I hate that someone… hurt him.”

I know, John. I know… Why is that, do you think?

“I don’t–” He swallows again, letting loose a shuddering breath. He does know. Dare he speak the words? It was just a fixation, damn it! For so long, it was just a fixation. Just watching Ben through the walls of his shitty apartment, just floating out of sight to watch him swing to work, just watching – just…

It’s the same reason you’re so afraid of the next few days. They’ll be over. You don’t know if he’ll keep coming around. Chatting with you, sitting on rooftops, hanging out.

It was undeniable. As much as he tries to bury the feeling, there’s anxiety bubbling in droves over the idea of their mentorship week ending. He’s never really had something like this. Ben feels like a friend. Sure, sometimes he’s a pain in the ass and he never shuts up, but he’s so…

C’mon, tiger! Do the math. You snubbed Madelyn for him this morning. What, you can’t put two and two together?

“I can’t–”

Can’t what? Admit it? Because that makes it too–

“Real.” He deadpans. It makes it too real. These feelings, the reason he felt the need to sneak that little kiss, the way his heart fluttered earlier… letting Ben dump his baggage and not sneering or telling him off…

“I–”

Just then, his phone dings from across the room and a jolt of excitement sparks through his body like a barrage of lightning. He knows without even looking. He knows because no one fucking texts him let alone talks to him after work hours. His number was seemingly business only for so long, until…

Along came a spider.

He smiles sheepishly and does an awkward little run to his phone. He chucks his gloves off on the way and grabs it with delight, hoping beyond hope that it’s–

-can’t sleep :( wanna do another movie if you’re not already asleep? i’ll let you pick-

Giddiness rises in his chest and tugs the corners of his mouth into a big, happy grin. Duh, he wants to say. But he doesn’t reply at all. Instead, he’s down the side of the building and inside the hatch within moments. His hands shake slightly as he shuts it. The barely-there citrus scent and the aroma of popcorn greets his nose first thing, and it feels so right.

Ben’s in the kitchen to greet him, standing there in his boxers and a t-shirt while his snack of choice pops away in the microwave. A thrill runs up his spine at the sight.

What a way to end the day.

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