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Casual: part 2

relationship: homelander x black reader

Angst

word count: 957

The city buzzes beneath her feet as she makes her way toward Homelander’s penthouse. The familiar rush of adrenaline mixes with the knot tightening in her stomach. She can already imagine how this will play out—his deflections, that insufferable grin, and the way he always manages to make her feel like she’s overreacting.

But tonight, she won’t let him off the hook.When she arrives, he’s already there, standing by the expansive window, his cape draped casually over his broad shoulders. The night sky behind him only amplifies his godlike presence, but she’s long past being awestruck by him.

Right now, all she feels is frustration. The weight of their unspoken truths presses down on her chest.“You’re late,” he says without turning around, his voice carrying that ever-present air of superiority.“I wasn’t aware we had plans,” she snaps back, crossing her arms. She’s not here to be coy. “We need to talk.”

Homelander finally turns to face her, an eyebrow raised. “Talk? Is that what this is? Because from where I’m standing, everything seems fine.”Her jaw tightens at his casual dismissal. Typical.

He thinks everything is fine because he’s fine. He’s never cared to dig deeper, never bothered to ask how she feels. “Fine for you, maybe,” she shoots back, her voice steady but laced with irritation. “But I’m done pretending like this—whatever this is—works for me.”Homelander’s smirk falters, just slightly, but enough for her to notice. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” he says, his voice smooth, calculated.

“We’ve got a good thing going here. Why complicate it?”She steps closer, her eyes locked on his. “Because it already is complicated, whether you want to admit it or not. I’m not your toy, Homelander. I’m not just here to stroke your ego when you feel like it and then be forgotten when you don’t.”He crosses his arms, clearly annoyed by the shift in tone.

“You’re reading too much into this. We agreed—casual, no strings, no complications. You knew what this was from the start.”“Yeah, I did,” she retorts, her voice hardening. “But I also didn’t sign up to feel like an accessory to your image. You show up when it’s convenient, and the second things get real, you disappear. That’s not casual—that’s you hiding behind this perfect hero act because you can’t handle being anything else.”

His expression darkens, his sociopathic tendencies bubbling to the surface as his eyes narrow. “Watch your tone.”“Or what?” she challenges, stepping right into his space, unafraid. “You’ll what, Homelander? Remind me how powerful you are? Scare me into backing off? I’m not one of your terrified fans. You don’t intimidate me.”

He stares at her for a long moment, the tension in the room thickening. He’s used to getting his way, to controlling every situation, but she isn’t budging. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—anger, frustration, maybe even confusion—but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.

“I thought you liked things the way they were,” he says, his tone softer but still guarded. “You’re the one who said you didn’t want anything serious.”She sighs, running a hand through her braids. “I said I didn’t want something serious, but I didn’t mean empty.

There’s a difference, Homelander. I’m not asking for forever. I’m just asking for something real. I don’t want to feel like I’m the only one who cares in this... whatever this is.”He scoffs, turning away as if the conversation bores him. “You’re really going to pull that card? Come on. You knew what you were getting into. I’m not here to play house.”“Neither am I,” she fires back, her voice rising. “But I’m also not here to be a placeholder in your life, someone you can call when you’re bored or need a distraction. I’m a person, not some tool to make you feel better about yourself.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and for a split second, she wonders if her words have finally gotten through to him. But then he turns to face her again, that familiar smirk curling his lips.“You know what your problem is?” he says, his tone condescending. “You’re too emotional. You’re expecting something that doesn’t exist. This is all there is, sweetheart. Take it or leave it.”

Her heart sinks, but she stands her ground. She knew this was a possibility—that he’d refuse to meet her halfway. But hearing it still hurts.“I deserve more than this,” she says quietly, but firmly. “And if you can’t give it, then maybe I need to stop wasting my time.”For the first time, Homelander looks genuinely caught off guard.

“You’re serious?”“Yeah, I am.” She steps back, her voice calm, though her heart pounds in her chest. “I’m not asking you to change who you are. I just need you to be real with me. And if you can’t do that, then I’m done.”The silence between them is deafening. He’s never been good at dealing with someone walking away from him—it challenges everything he’s built his persona on. But for once, he doesn’t have an immediate response.

She waits for him to say something—anything—but when the silence stretches on, she turns and walks toward the door.“You know where to find me if you ever decide to stop playing pretend,” she says over her shoulder before leaving, the weight of her decision settling heavily on her shoulders.As she steps into the night, she wonders if he’ll ever let his walls down. But she knows one thing for certain: she won’t settle for less than she deserves. Not anymore.

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Casual: part one

relationship: homelander x black reader

Tags: angst

word count: 657

Authors note: this will have three parts I think dunno

She sits on top of the roof, the cool breeze brushing against her skin as she gazes out at the sprawling city below. The lights twinkle like stars, a vibrant backdrop to the chaotic life she lives.

This place has become her sanctuary, a rare moment of solitude amidst the noise of her everyday life. But tonight, even the beauty of the skyline feels overshadowed by the weight in her chest.

Her relationship with Homelander has always been casual—light, playful, and sometimes exhilarating. Their connection was built on late-night encounters and flirtatious banter, a thrilling escape from the pressures of being a supe.

But as she reflects, a sense of stagnation washes over her. She can’t shake the feeling that they’re treading water, neither of them willing to dive deeper into what lurks beneath the surface.What began as a fun distraction has morphed into something that feels incomplete.

She cares for him, yet each encounter leaves her craving more—more depth, more understanding, more realness. Homelander, with his charming smile and charismatic persona, hides behind layers of ego and sociopathic tendencies that make it impossible to connect with the man beneath the cape.

The laughter they share feels hollow at times, echoing in her mind like a distant memory. She thinks about the moments when he’s truly himself, those fleeting seconds when the mask slips and she catches a glimpse of vulnerability.

They’re rare, but they leave her yearning for more—more honesty, more authenticity, more heart. Yet every time she tries to peel back those layers, he deflects, retreating into the safety of his charm.

Sighing, she leans back on her hands, staring up at the stars. “What are we doing?” she murmurs to herself. The question hangs heavy in the air, a reflection of her inner turmoil.

She’s drawn to him in ways she can’t fully articulate, yet the superficiality of their arrangement gnaws at her. It’s like being in a beautiful dream that teeters on the edge of nightmare; exhilarating but unnerving.She knows he’s not like other guys. He doesn’t play by the same rules, and his unpredictability is part of what draws her in.

But it also terrifies her. She’s seen the way he handles those who cross him, the ruthlessness that lurks beneath that charming exterior. Can she truly open herself up to someone like him? Can she risk the emotional stakes of something real?

As the wind whips through her braids, she closes her eyes, imagining a different scenario—one where he isn’t just the famous hero, but a man willing to be vulnerable, to share his fears, his dreams, his true self.

The thought makes her heart ache, a bittersweet reminder of the gulf between them.Maybe she’s being foolish, hoping for something that may never come to fruition. But she can’t shake the feeling that she deserves more than this half-life, this casual dance around their emotions.

She deserves a partner who will see her for who she is, someone who will stand beside her, not just when it’s convenient but when it matters most.

With a determined exhale, she sits up, the stars shining brightly above her. “It’s time to have a talk,” she says aloud, her voice firm against the night. “No more playing around. I need to know what this is.” The thought sends a thrill of anxiety and anticipation coursing through her. The idea of confronting him, of pushing for the truth, fills her with both dread and excitement.

As she stands, the city lights twinkling like promises waiting to be fulfilled, she knows she can’t keep pretending everything is fine.

It’s time to face the truth about their relationship, to confront Homelander and challenge him to be more than just the image he projects to the world.With a final look over the skyline, she leaps from the rooftop, her heart racing as she heads toward the sky.

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I'm back

its been forever since I posted here but I really want to write. I'm on a mha and homelander right now so I'll be writing a lot of that. I have a lot of drafts

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First date

Kirishima x black reader

Fluff,feel good,slice of life

Kirishima adjusted the collar of his shirt for what felt like the hundredth time. "Alright, Eijirou, you got this! You’ve fought villains, survived training with Bakugo, and this is... just a date. With her. No pressure!"He stared at his reflection in the window, running a hand through his unruly red hair. The two of you had been friends for a while now, but lately, every time you were together, his heart would pound in his chest like he was facing down an entire army of villains.

Today was different, though—he had finally worked up the courage to ask you out. And to his amazement, you’d said yes.Across the street, you stood waiting outside the café, a wide smile on your face as you spotted him.

Your braids were up in a high bun, and you rocked an outfit that showed off your unique style—an oversized band t-shirt, paired with skinny jeans and bright sneakers that made Kirishima’s heart skip a beat.“Eiji!” you called out, waving at him. “Took you long enough. What, were you flexing in the mirror for extra confidence or something?”Kirishima laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nah, nah, I just... wanted to make sure I looked good for you, ya know?”You raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’re good, Red. Now, come on before all the good seats are taken.”

As you both walked into the café, the atmosphere was light and warm, but Kirishima could already feel his nerves creeping up. After you ordered, he fumbled with his cup, trying to think of something clever to say, but all that came out was, “So, uh... do you like... manly stuff?”You blinked, suppressing a laugh. “What, like, lifting weights or riding motorcycles? I mean, sure, but that’s not the only thing I’m into.”

He flushed, realizing how silly he sounded. “Yeah, yeah, of course! I know that. I just... wanted to impress you.”

The teasing glint in your eyes softened, and you leaned in closer, resting your chin on your hand. “You don’t have to try so hard, Eiji. You’re already pretty impressive.”Kirishima’s eyes widened. “Really?”You smirked. “Yeah, but I’m still gonna outdo you in the arm-wrestling match we’re having after this.”

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So i recently came out as genderfluid to my brother and his wife and they have been so supportive. My brother's wife asks me every day what i want to be called and my brother introduces me as his brother,sister or just sibling when i'm non-binary. I could not ask for more supportive people in my life and i hope that everyone has that.

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loki x daughter reader

(this is slightly self-indulgent )

fluff

You were sitting by the window of the asgardian palace staring off into space, so into your own head you didn't even hear your father come up behind you until he touched your shoulder.

"Darling are you quite alright i've been looking for you everywhere for you...you seem distant." Loki said looking down at you with concern sitting down in front of you at the window.

" i'm fine....just have alot on my mind is all." you looked up at him trying to give him a small smile to convince him your ok but it wasn't working. "cmon little dove talk to me you can tell me anything you know that" Loki gently placed his hand on your knee giving you a reassuring squeeze.

you left out a long exhale as you nod. "i want to go to college on midgard...and then afterwards i want to become an avenger", you look up at him waiting for his response.

Loki looks at you for awhile unsure what to say but then he smiles pulling you in gently for a hug. "little dove if that is your wish then i am happy with you....my only concern is that it's far from me.

You let out a sigh of relief as you hug him back happy that he wasn't upset with you. "i..um already found a pretty decent college on midgard and i want to major in (pick a major you like)." You excitedly dicuss your plans with him.

Loki listens to you ramble about your college plans tearing up realizing that you were no longer his little girl anymore, you are all grown up now.

He thinks to himself he would gladly do this all over again just to be right were he is right now. He hugs you tightly not wanting to let go "i'm so proud of you dove....always remember even if no one else is i'll always be proud of you.

You smile hugging your father close as you curl up next to him just like you used to when you were younger as you conjure your favorite book into your hands. "read to me" you say handing him the book.

Loki smiles nodding opening the book of poems starting to read to you watching as you slowly drift off to sleep smiling, kissing the top of your head closing the book. "sleep tight little dove".

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....I feel called out

wanna give slashers head

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Hi it's been awhile I want to make a new fic but I'm stuck between two characters so let me know which ones you want.

The two choices are a. Bucky or b. Daredevil

This year I'm really hoping to get better at writing so I'll be writing a lot more

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One more week before school starts and my sleep schedule is destroyed,non-existent .

That being said ......please give me fanfic ideas i haven't written in a while and i would love to get back into it

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Ok at this point I'm desperate what do you people want me to beg on my knees please please join my discord server !!!!

I'm begging

No pleading

Also we need active people pretty please

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OMG OMG

I just got finished playing iswm and I am emotionally wrecked like what the fuck. It's one in the morning and I was not expecting to cry that hard I need a hug 🥲

Like what the hell mark I played to have fun not to have a breakdown.

But in other news noir mark can break my back and I said what I said

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Authors note : due to my laziness and the fact that I can't think of how can continue I will not be continuing the Otto fanfic I am so sorry

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Literally me trying to read the smutty part in my slow burn ......like mom I'm trying to read!!!!

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I swear to God I've never been so in love in my life 💓 i will be writing a story about him by the end of the week at the latest.

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I WANT SOMEONE TO WANT ME LIKE OTTO WANTS TRITIUM LIKE PLEASE SOMEONE LOVE ME .

*sobs curling into a ball *

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Ok but like my whole family knows that I'm in love Alfred Molina and Otto and their reactions to me telling them were

Mom: I know you got your taste from me

Dad: *sighs* where did I go wrong

Brother : do you I guess ...anyways did you drink the milk

My brothers fiance (basically my sister ) : eww he's crusty

Grandmother : ........

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Ok but like I feel like Otto is the type of person to like drop everything to make you feel better when your sick and make sure your comfortable. I've thought about this alot like we already know he would be a amazing cook like holy crap he's spaghetti 😌

Heavenly