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can i request some obsessive Soldier Boy (with female reader), pls? i can't stop thinking about him being obsessed with having a family and after feeling that he lost everything, he meets y/n in The Boys and decides that she's the perfect woman for him and he won't let her go.
All In The Family// I Will Never Stop With You
Description: Soldier Boy loves a good family, yet never had the time to start one. However, when he meets you--that all changes--for better or for worse.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language, sexual innuendos towards Hughie, manhandling.
Note: I love this request. Forever be in my heart.
Nothing could have prepared you for the situation at hand. You, a C class supe working with William Butcher and his rag-tag team of misfit toys. Aside from that, was you were currently being stared down by the one hero you never thought you would ever see outside of a poster.
Soldier Boy.
You had been making dinner for the team, when America's #1 supe had planted himself in one of the kitchen chairs that sat in front of the island counter. Turning your head, you could instantly feel his eyes wandering your figure, practically undressing you from where you were standing in front of the oven.
"Do you need something?" you chirped, a smile stretching across your face.
He returned the smirk, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he bit it, stifling a chuckle that rumbled in his chest.
"Mind grabbing me a cold one from the fridge?"
You nodded, moving from the oven to grab him one of the cold beers from the fridge. Realizing as you fiddled around with the things inside that you guys were all out of beer. You plopped back up onto your feet, shutting the door, swiveling around.
"Hate to break it to you honey, but we are out of beer. I can go by the store later and pick some up." You said with a soft giggle.
Soldier Boy shook his head, again giving you a sweet smile, as he continued to watch you cook.
Little things like this is what kept Soldier Boy going for the most part. The last woman he ever had arrangements with were either dead or hated his guts. But you?
You were nice to him.
He listened to you hum while checking on whatever you were baking in the oven. He slowly moved from his seat towards you, as you bent back up to return to the ingredients in the pan. He gently grasped onto your hips, which earned him a louder squeak.
"What on Earth are you doing? I'm cooking." You sheepishly quipped. His hold on your hips was not at all threatening. Pressing his chest into your back, as he swayed.
"Enjoying the moment." Soldier Boy began as you let him hold you.
This was not the first time he did this. You understood that being in the box for four decades left a person touch starved and lonely. And by knowing what kind of person Soldier Boy was you had to admit he was a bit intimidating at first. However, he was just a man with a shield that needed his attention. By all means, a few hugs were not a problem from time to time.
"Y'know you would make a pretty little housewife." You snorted. Leaning up to look at him.
"Would that make you my husband?" You felt his grip tighten around you.
Soldier Boy had always wanted a family of his own. Yet never had the time to fulfill those worldly desires. The thought of you as his wife, and having a few kids was on his mind. Slowly becoming more and more of an obsession. Though the two of you were not together, him pushing his feelings aside, yet he always thought kindly of you. It was the same problem over and over. He was busy, and didn't have the time. Didn't have the guts to say a word to you. Well, until now.
"Absolutely, sweetheart." He put his chin on top of your head, standing there with you against him. Humming while you cooked.
"Does that mean you like me, Soldier Boy?" You joke, pulling away to set the cooked food onto the counter.
"Like is an understatement." He answered dutifully.
"How so?" You replied, turning around to lean up against the counter with him in front of you.
"Sweetheart, it’s been 40 fucking years since I had anything. Never had the time for shit. But now, out of the box, out of whatever fucking mess the Brit and his team of fuckwads have me doing. With Homelander missing...I can slow down and take the time to see that you are one hell of a woman." He raised up a gloved hand to press against your cheek.
"That is sweet and all, Soldier Boy. Do you really think I'm all that? I mean, I am nothing compared to what you had back then-- I'm just..I just pick up litter in the streets and save kittens from trees." You rubbed your arms looking away from him. His hand still on your cheek, he pulled you back to look at him.
"I only see you." He bent down to press a soft kiss on your cheek, rubbing your shoulders.
"In more ways than one." he whispered into your ear before you playfully slapped at his arms.
"You are so gross." You laughed.
"You love it." He chuckled.
"You're not wrong." You stated, patting the hard textured plate of armor he had strapped to his chest.
Soldier Boy lifted you up onto the counter with ease, toying with the hem of the sundress you were wearing. His thoughts running while with all the seemingly domestic ideas that ran amuck.
"I always had thoughts of us like this." He started, but stopped as he turned his head to stare blankly at something in the corner.
"Thoughts like?" You beckoned for him to finish his statement.
"Of you and I. Getting married, popping out a few kids. Nice house away from everyone." You pulled his face to look at you. And you smiled sadly.
"Soldier Boy. It's a bit too soon to start thinking like that with me." You pushed yourself off of the counter and out of his grip to finish making dinner.
"We hardly know each other. I like you-I do, but thoughts like that...a bit fast don't you think?" Soldier Boy bit the inside of his cheek. Not saying a word.
"I'm sorry if that hurt your feelings." You added.
"None taken." with a curt nod you placed the food for dinner onto the table, walking towards the living room to call for the others. Before you could say anything Soldier Boy stopped you.
"Hey."
You stopped, "Yes?" You asked.
"Maybe you aren't ready now. Or in a couple years, whatever. Just know. You're mine." His tone was dangerously low. You gulped down a bit of spit and nodded.
As Soldier Boy watched you disappear into the living room, he again took his seat at the end of the dining table, crossing his legs and folding his hands, amused by himself and what was to become of his future.
His future life with you and the two kids he always wanted to make.
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Could I request a Soldier Box x reader story where Ben likes reader who is part of the Boys and it's basically his entire mood changes when she's around. Like he could be annoyed or an ass when she's out of the room but when she walks in he's all smiles and sweet to her.
Sweet Girl
Description: You are the apple of Soldier Boy's eye, and it is very obvious to everyone. Everyone except you.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language , cute fluffy goodness that I would eat off a spoon.
Note: Man, these requests make me feral for a husband. Thank you.
"Oi, Soldier Boy. Where the fuck have you been? You've been MIA since this morning. Not planning anything are ya'?" Butcher quips, snatching one of the donuts from the box in front of him.
"None of your fucking business, sport." Soldier Boy hissed.
"What's got your panties in a twist?" Hughie called from the kitchen as he poked his head from around the corner.
Soldier Boy growled. "Again none of your fucking business. Christ on a cross, nibshits."
Your footsteps were descending down the steps as you had heard the commotion from upstairs. Although, it wasn't likely they'd break anything in your house. You just wanted to make sure just in case. You hopped down from the steps, entering the living room where everyone had been sitting.
"We have a right to know where you run off to. Don't want you jeporadizing the mission, fuckhead." MM hollered from across the room.
"I'm not going to fucking-" Soldier stopped mid-sentence and piped down when he caught your eye.
"Everything okay in here guys?" you asked.
"Yeah, just pestering ole' Soldier Boy here." William Butcher gave you a small smirk.
You crossed your arms, tilting your head.
"They are all playing around, Princess. Don't worry I'm fine." Soldier Boy added, his eyes lighting up when he heard you laugh.
"Alright, but don't break anything." Turning away you started for the kitchen.
"Wouldn't dream of it sweetheart." Soldier Boy gives another smile.
As much as you don't believe them, you drew closer to where Soldier Boy had made room for you to sit next to him. His breath hitched, and both Butcher and Hughie noticed the supe in front of them tense up slightly.
Soldier Boy draped an arm over the couch, trying to be subtle. His eyes never left your presence, and the smiles from cheek to cheek were contagious as Hughie and Butcher tried so hard not to bust out laughing.
It was then when your phone rang.
"I will be right back. I have to take this call." You hurried out of the room.
Soldier Boy's smile fell.
"Don't say a fucking word." He gritted his teeth, a long finger pointing at them.
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You must be slammed with Soldier boy stuff buuut-
Consider: Soldier boy’s supe sweetheart (real not for the camera) from back in the day is still alive and when she joins him and the boys she becomes a mother figure to the group
<3
Back To The Good Ole' Days
Description: Without all the publicity stunts, the spotlights, the cameras, Soldier Boy found his way back to you. The same woman he fell in love with all those years ago.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader// (platonic!)The Boys x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, Language, Soldier Boy pining over the reader.
Note: GAHHHHHH ya'll are way too damn sweet. I love the requests! This is another favorite of mine. I am excited to have written this! Also! I am loaded with Soldier Boy, and I do not care how many requests for him I get because hot damn...I love that man with all of my being, and he is a super big comfort character.
"Ben?" You hollered through the house. "Is that you?" Peering from the staircase, you shuffled down the steps in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Your eyes widened, standing in the middle of the front doorway stood the man you thought you would never see again.
"Ben!" You cried out, as he caught you in his arms. Giggling while he spun you around.
"You look the same, sweetheart." Ben cupped your face in his hands.
"So do you. Wow. I don't know what else to say." You stuttered, just holding him close to you was the happiest moment in your life at the moment.
"I know. I'm still getting used to the times. Which is why I'm here. I need you to come with me. I need your help with something." You pulled away from him, a worried expression on your face.
Your first couple of months with Butcher, Ben and the Boys was all in all the most chaotic mess you could have ever agreed to. It was exceptionally great, some of the most interesting people you had ever come across. They were your family, and reuniting with Ben was top notch.
"Butcher, don't forget, I hung your jacket up to dry on the clothesline. " You called after him.
"Oi! Thanks, love." He replied to you.
"Hughie, do you want something to eat? You look hungry." Hughie shook his head no.
"I'm going to make you something anyway. You're too skinny, boy." You laughed .
Soldier Boy watched as you doted on the others. Something he rarely got to see from being gone from your life. He took to cleaning his shield after partaking in his normal array of pharmaceuticals. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even realize that your were standing in front of him.
"Hey baby girl." He cooed, lowering his shield to the ground to wrap his arms around your waist. He pressed his face firmly against your stomach.
"Hey Ben. I made you some lunch. Your favorite." He let you go to look up at the plate you held in your hands.
"Oh honey. You didn't have to." He took the plate from your hands setting it on the table.
"I wanted to. I always made you food when you came home. I mean, when you were home that is." You brushed your fingers through Ben's hair as he pulled you in closer to sit on his lap.
"Well-I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon." He reassured you with a feathery kiss to your lips.
"Oh how I missed you, Ben." You whispered loud enough for him to hear you. His grip tightened on your hips.
"We've got time to catch up. Don't worry sweetheart. I love you."
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When We Were Young
->Anon asked: Reader was in love with Ben before he became soldier boy like as kids and then grew old watching him become and asshole and then “die” and imagines what their life could have been (would be heartbreaking to read but hey let’s get emotional)
Description: The fond memories of growing up with Benjamin Gilman, the man who eventually became America's Greatest Superhero, become a thing of the past.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x (Eventual Supe) Reader.
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language, sexual content.
Note: I twisted the request a bit and made the reader a supe. This is still the most devastating piece I think I have ever written. Please read at your own risk.
To the children you both used to be, growing up on the streets of South Philly. Two peas in a pod; inseparable. Never one without the other.
You were the child of a farmer and a midwife, the two who absolutely adored you, showering your childhood with the love that you deserved.
It was 1934, he was 15 years old, and you were a year younger than him. Benjamin Gilman sat beside you on the front porch swing, barefooted, the warm summer air, scents of the floral attributes that wafted amongst you both. The scenery was just as peaceful as his hand intertwined with yours.
"My old man kicked me out again." Ben hesitated.
You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder.
"I don't think my daddy would mind if you slept in the barn again. As long as you don't bother ole' Tessa." You chirp, as he looks down at you while you turned your head to glance up at him.
"Yeah. I know. Thank you, Y/N. You're the best." Ben exclaims.
"You say that to me a lot Benny." You joke, nudging him with your shoulder. Ben leaned up from you, letting go of your hand to dig around in his pocket for something.
You raised a brow, to which he noticed.
"Hold on. I got you something." He chortled.
When he pulled out the object you were stunned at first. In his hands he held a locket. The gold piece was gently placed around your neck as he clipped it together for you.
"Ben.."You started.
You could hear your mother calling from the kitchen as she peeked her head out from the kitchen window.
"You kids should come inside! I about have lunch ready. Ben, sweetheart! Could you be a doll and fetch up Y/N's father, that man is going to get a rash if he isn't careful?"
Ben nodded, standing up to straighten his tapered trousers, and pinstriped cotton shirt. Snagging the thin velveteen coat from the swing seat, he gave you a serene smile as he trudged off into the field. In the distance you watched Ben disappear into the rows of corn towards your father who was manning the tractor.
The both of you were young, and you smiled to yourself while your mother called your name once more to come inside and wash up--the locket beautifully adorning your neck as it glimmered.
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In 1947, the beautiful green eyed boy, who was no longer the boy, but a man that you had waited for to come home.
Your mother had wanted you to start working with her as an apprentice as to which you had been over the moon to start. So when you had seen Ben sitting on your front porch swing, you practically threw yourself into his arms. The 28 year old Ben, chuckled to himself, as he pulled you up into his arms.
"Hey there sweetheart!" He was polite, as he set you down.
"And good afternoon Mrs. L/N. Please...let me help you with your bags."
Your mother jerked her things away from him.
"That is quite alright Ben. I got these. You and Y/N should catch up. It has been what? Almost three years since you two seen each other?" Your mother added, moving around Ben to go inside of the house.
Ben dragged your back into his chest, picking you up. The patterned dress material spinning with you while he twirled you around, the wood creaking underneath him. You giggled wildly, as he peppered soft kisses to your cheek.
"Oh Ben. I missed you." You cried.
"I missed you too, Y/N. You know I will always come back home to ya'. You know that right?" He asked, his hands on your shoulders.
From the short distance you took him in. His appearance was surely different from when you last saw him three years prior.
He was exceptionally taller. The lankiness of the young man you remembered had filled in the rest of his clothing leaving a firm and toned man standing in front of you. His hair freshly combed, he was wearing an army uniform, a proper man he had become.
"Was it hard being away from home for that long Ben?" You queried, his hands finding yours, tugging you to sit down next to him, like the old days on the porch swing.
"Being away from you, hurt like hell. All I had were them letters you sent me." He stated, his free hand rose to brush a stray lock of hair from your face.
"Now you’re home." You whispered just loud enough for him to hear you.
Ben's expression slowly saddened, as he let go of you. You raised a brow, tilting your head.
"You are staying around, like you promised in our letters? Right Ben?" You continued to question.
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Over the years it had worsened.
The world was not like it used to be.
Thirty five years had passed since Ben had seen you. He recalled 1947 as his “golden days” where women flocked to him after he was dosed with Comp V and became known as Soldier Boy. However, he also pulled out the long forgotten memories of the young woman he had left behind.
Soldier Boy was seated in his penthouse, wearing nothing but a silk robe, fisting a glass of bourbon while half-hazardously trying to calm his nerves. On the table in front of him laid a bottle of Bennies crushed and ready to have been snorted. Yet, Soldier Boy hesitated. A heaping wave of regret washing over him.
The year Soldier Boy was getting himself riled up for Herogasm in 1982. The iron embroidered clock struck 8:30 in the evening and he knew if he was going to be fashionably late he should leave before 9:30PM. It was hard telling how the others were doing.
He had promised Couze, Crimson Countess-his publicity stunt of a girlfriend that he would meet all of the team there when he himself felt like showing up. Which was going to be now.
Soldier Boy sighed, dragging himself into the bedroom, to head towards the shower.
Once he got into his suit, the helmet slid over his chiseled facial features as he took one last look in the mirror before disappearing out his front door.
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“Where the fuck have you been? Don’t you think it’s a bit unprofessional to show up to Herogasm four hours late? The fucking thing started at 5.” Countess bitched, while Soldier Boy rolled his eyes, turning his gaze towards the crowd of people mingling, and to others fucking each other senseless in more ways than one.
“To be fairly honest with you Couze. I’d appreciate it if you would shut that cumdumpster of a cockholder you call a mouth.” He hissed, taking a sip of his drink.
“Go fuck yourself.” Crimson spat.
“Already did, whore.” He replied.
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Soldier Boy had eventually moved away from Countess and the others, ending up on a balcony outside of the main event. It was a bit more enjoyable with the cool night air. He pulled out a pack of smokes and took one into his mouth.
Digging a lighter out of his pocket, a throat cleared.
He tensed while he slowly looked back.
“Had no idea you smoked, Benny.” The glass shattered on the floor as Ben whipped around.
“Y/N?” He shook his head.
“Who else would it be, Benny.” You cooed.
“Looks like you got some work done.” He stated, taking a step forward.
“I gave up on you a long time ago. When you left me on that front porch swing. After my daddy died.” You gritted your teeth in frustration.
“You were dead, I was told you-“ you had to laugh.
“Is that what Vought wanted you to think? No, when they got word you had someone back home-- they wasted no time hauling my ass up to the superhero factory. They pump me full of fucking poison. I waited and waited with a small sliver of hope that you-“ you trembled, the words not wanting to come out.
“Forget it.” You turned from him. “Looks like you took that offer huh? Became a weapon-a toy for Vought American to profit off of.”
You stared back into the party, the patrons visible, sick slapping of flesh and putrid moans escaping the lips of the many who partook in this disgusting festival.
"I wanted something more." Soldier Boy started.
"Here you are then. You have got everything you wanted. The money, the fame...hell you even have someone back home. Keeping your bed warm." You interjected, as you whipped back around your face expressing how utterly livid you were to face the man that had once been your entire world.
"Shut your fucking mouth, Y/N. You got no business talking to me like that. Everything back then was temporary, whatever was between us, the things that happened, were merely one of those things." He hissed, shoving himself away from the railing, his attention on you.
Your lip quivered, you were on the verge of snapping.
"I wanted to show you the life you could have lived if you would have just stayed in Philly. We grew up together, ran the streets, we were two against your father's entire regime. It was just the two of us. I loved you, Benjamin." You couldn't help the couple of tears that rolled and stained your cheeks. You weren't finished, you never were when it came to facing Benjamin Gilman.
"You know, before you just disappeared, back in 49', my mother had asked about you. She wanted to know if you would be coming to celebrate the holidays. I didn't have the heart to tell her that you had--" You quickly swiped the tears from your eyes again.
"Your letters stopped coming. I waited and waited until I couldn't wait for you anymore. And here we are... both of us back together again. It is truly pathetic." you quipped, a small whine escaping from your lips.
"There was no us, Y/N. There never was. When I came home in 47' I was ready to tell you I was heading to New York, that I was leaving you, but I couldn't bring myself to tell you. Because why should I? You were just another girl. There's more of them around me now. I have a lot of them I can choose from." Ben sneered.
"Decided to choose the one that hates you huh? Real classy, Benjamin." You spat.
He stomped towards you, backing your back into the hard brick as it hit the siding. Caging you in with both of his arms, he leaned close to the side of your head, his lips inches away from the tip of your ear.
"You're nothing to me. Fucking nothing. Shoulda' never came here, Y/N. Don't belong with the big leagues. You keep your mouth shut about things you have no idea about" He pushed off of the wall, his back to you again.
"This is what you call the big leagues? More like a bunch of super abled brats, running around with their knickers in a twist. I wanted something amazing for you. I wanted you to have a life. This? This isn't a life. This is a place where you're going to end up dying." Your cheek had burned when he slapped you hard, as you fell onto your ass. You furrowed your brows, silencing yourself, rubbing the side of your face.
"I fucking warned you to shut your fucking mouth. Get out. Start walking. I moved on, Y/N." He gritted his teeth, pushing past you and back to the railing.
"Is this how little you think of me? I don't regret meeting you. You made me happy. Even after everything, even just the interactions between us now, I still love you. I never stopped. I don't think I ever will." You reached out to try and touch Soldier Boy's shoulder. When you placed your palm onto it, he let you. Letting out a sigh, he slightly turned his head to look at you from the corner of his eye.
"I know somewhere deep down in that heinous, arrogant heart of yours, there is a part of you that still cares about me too. I don't hate you, I don't hate the person you used to be--the Benny I adored. I hate the person you have become. Maybe things could have been different in another life." Pulling away from him, you had begun to walk away, until his hand wrapped around your forearm and pulled you back.
He tucked his head into your neck.
"Life was much simpler when you were gone, when I thought you were dead, Y/N."
You loosened his arms, as he let you go. Your hands moved to touch the clasp around your neck, as you unclipped the locket he had given you. You then placed the piece into his palm, closing it.
"Then I guess this is the end to our little fairytale story." You stood on the tips of your toes, planting a light kiss to his cheek, to then make your way back through the crowds of people.
"Wait-don't go! Y/N! Please!" The sound of Soldier Boy's voice had been drowned out by everyone before you could even look back at the man you had grown up with.
Only time would tell when you would see him next.
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Two more years pass, the wad of pain that erupted from within your chest, brought you to your knees. The news of Soldier Boy, Benjamin "Benny" Gilman, had died to save the lives of the American people.
Not much was said after that, besides the array of memorial celebrations that honored his death, countless events, holidays created that brought inspiration to the new generation of people.
Even when Crimson Countess found out about you, she had somehow ended up at your front door, with a folded up flag. Since he was out of her life, she donated the rest to museums. Countess did not want the man to plague her even after death.
Y/N did warn him that she didn't love him.
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Present day was much worse than what you had expected. You hadn't aged a bit, it had taken thirty years for you to even age one year. Even then, the memories still haunted you.
Payback had dispersed, becoming run down entertainers to scrounge up whatever money they could to keep their lives luxurious.
None of them had aged well.
You had become numb to the world around you, watching the Seven become popular, rising to the top of the rankings, watched their leader make a fool of himself. It was a position you gave yourself. You didn't have to work, you didn't have to eat much, nor sleep. Practically immortal, actually you could have been immortal. You were starting to believe the latter.
William Butcher and his team had met with you on some occasions after digging into files and finding your name written within. Wanting to know information about Soldier Boy. You had given those fucks the same answer that he was dead. Gave his life, like in the documentaries.
They had buried him in the cemetery, whatever was left of him of course. They had a closed casket funeral, for the sake of those who attended.
Now, you visit his grave, every Tuesday, and you sit with him. Talk about how your life was going. You wished you could have had more time.
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It had been in the middle of winter, a Tuesday. A coat keeping you warm, while you made a place to sit, continuing the routine. The cemetery was silent, not a noise within earshot. That is until you heard the sound of crunching footfalls within the snow. Chalking it up to other people visiting their loved ones, you quietly returned to your conversation.
Someone cleared their throat.
A man.
"Still pissed at me, Y/N?"
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hii!!¡ ✨so i hav an idea for a request!!¡ and it just came 2 me but yegh I wud love if u cud do a lil sumthin wiv female reader wher ur at the fairground? mayb tryin rlly hard 2 win a game so u can get a huuge teddy n who else shud come along but soldier boy himself n he wins it 4 u n ofc ur starstruck!!🤩🧸✨ idk mayb he's ther 4 publicity prob but do whatever i luv ur writing so hav fun n run wiv it lol💕🍭 tysm bby!!✨υ´♡ ﻌ ♡`⑅υ
Three in a Row and You Can Get The Girl
Description: You wanted that giant teddy bear and you were not going to leave the fairground until it was yours. It really helped when America's masked crusader comes to your aid.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language. Sweet, toothache cuteness
Note: This request is another fave and I love it so much. My heart yearns for sweet Soldier Boy. Also to add--some do not understand the idea of fan fiction and how you can ultimately change a bit of the character's personality to your liking. That is the entire idea of fan fiction. Yes I know Soldier Boy is as a whole-a butt, and is overall written as a terrible person. However, I like to think that in the presence of women- from what I have seen from small parts of the show, he had some potential to be super sweet to women.
Also...I can do what I want.
"Ah, I'm sorry pretty lady, but you need about five more wins if you're wanting the 62" teddy." The service worker at the ring toss stand politely told you, as you deflated, a bit disappointed.
You stepped to the side not wanting to get in the way of others, but you were seriously eyeing that teddy for yourself.
You had come to the fairgrounds alone since your date had stood you up for the third time this week.
You didn't care though. You only knew the guy a few months.
Besides, you were at the fair, having fun. Riding rides, eating the amazing food from some of the vendors, and playing the games with such confidence that probably by the end of the night you will win that huge teddy.
Hopefully.
"Wanna try again? " The service work from the ring toss said.
You thought about it for a second before nodding and putting away the container of food you had gotten earlier. Stepping up to the plate, you readied yourself for yet another round of ring toss.
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Soldier Boy huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"We are so sorry that this happened. We had no idea that Homelander would be here. He didn't even book a venue-" The super soldier held up a hand to his PR committee.
"Shut up-just shut the fuck up. Christ on a cross, I need a fucking minute." With that, he stumbled out of the tent and out towards the rest of the fair.
It was supposed to be his publicity "Welcome Back" stunt, but the caped dickhole had to come and ruin it. Soldier Boy grumbled as he walked around, trying his best to collect his thoughts before he did something stupid. Rounding a corner, he stumbled into the rows of games.
"Ah, you almost got it honey! I'll let you try one more time for free okay?" Soldier boy heard loud and clear.
Then his eyes landed on you.
You were leaning forward trying to throw the rings on the bottles in front of you. You would get a couple and lose on the last throw. It was always the last throw with those things.
"Sorry sweetheart. You played a good game! Maybe next time you'll win the big guy. I mean, you could get it in a different way- if you know what I mean" You smiled sweetly in return until he had said that last part and you immediately frowned.
Soldier Boy didn't know what he was doing, but before he know it he had walked right up to the stand and wrapped his arm around you instinctively.
"Howdy there darlin'. Been looking everywhere for you. Which one are you trying to get?" They way you stared at him made him feel a different type of way. The service worker stumbled over his words while Soldier Boy placed a twenty dollar bill onto the counter.
"I got you, Princess." he says as you continued to rack your brain around what had occurred.
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"Uh, good game...sir." Soldier Boy plucked the giant bear off of the hook and held it towards you. You grinned as you hugged it.
"I'm taking both of these--show some goddamn respect to the ladies. Get fucked." Soldier Boy said as he plucked another bear off of another hook to carry and to give to you later.
You had thanked him profusely and stumbled over your words. You told him he did not have to do any of that.
"I wanted to. Saw the way you looked when you tried your hardest to win that stuffed animal."
"It was pathetic." You finished his statement with a laugh.
He chuckled along with you.
"Not exactly. Thought it was mighty cute if I'm being honest." He reached over to pat your head.
"Hey! Soldier Boy! We need you for photo-op! Where the hell have you been?" The two of you looked at each other, before Soldier shook his head.
"I have to get going. Mind taking my place with the other big guy?" He asked holding out the similarly fashioned teddy bear.
You nodded quickly as you reached out to grab the bear from his hands.
"What was your name again?" He questioned, not yet letting go of the bear in his hand.
"Oh, I never told you my name, It's Y/N. Y/N L/N. You?" A spark in eyes appears as he lets go.
"The hero name is Soldier Boy, you probably already knew that. But you can call me Ben, Princess." Smiling a goofy smile you shake your head and wave your goodbyes. Turning, you could hear him call after you.
"Meet me at the concession stands near the Funhouse later! Wanna' win some more things for ya'." You gave him a thumbs up, as you finally decided that maybe, just maybe, getting stood up was not such a bad thing to happen as you had thought.
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hi! can i request for something where y/n is with Frenchie and Soldier Boy gets interested in her (with a female reader)? please ♡
French Mistakes and the Like// I Notice All Too Well
Description: The relationship that you have with Frenchie isn’t perfect-everyone can tell. When Soldier Boy takes an interest in you-the others can definitely notice all too well.
Pairings: Frenchie x Reader// Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning ⚠️ Language, Drugs, Mentions of Mental Illness, Self Harm, and Suicide.
Note: A bit of flangst but mostly fluff and comfort. This one is long boys and my “read more” option isn’t working.
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You knew what you had with Frenchie was not everlasting.
Everything that happened with Butcher and the boys showed that.
Heartache around every corner.
When your eyes laid on Frenchie and how he treated Kimiko while you were around, definitely told many stories of how everything—especially your relationship with him would end.
“Mon couer, what is wrong?” You reluctantly wiped the tears from your cheeks. You tilted your head away from the window to glance at Frenchie. His hands were firmly planted on Kimiko’s shoulders as he spoke so softly to her.
The nickname he gave you—now hers.
The love he gave to you—hers.
He was all hers now.
Though he was never going to make it official. He would play his cards until it destroyed everything —even if it would also destroy himself.
You stared mindlessly at your hands, then to your delicately hidden and wrapped wrists. Nicked deep from where you lost every battle almost nightly. Seeing your reflection in the window wasn’t helping much either.
Your hair was dull, lifeless, the way your eyes were sunken, the dark circles from sleepless nights in your empty bed. You hadn’t eaten in days.
Hadn’t had the time.
A loud crash and seemingly heavy footfalls turned your head, you as well as the rest of your friends, craned their necks to see Soldier Boy and Butcher return from their mission. Your eyes immediately caught Butcher’s as you missed Hughie’s entrance as well the glances switching from the both of them.
Butcher gave you a sad smile, and Hughie made a beeline to you. Soldier Boy turned his head up as be shrugged off his shield, letting it slam onto the ground and walk away.
“Hey, Y/N? What’s up.” He wrapped his arms around you, in a tight hug.
“Nothing much, just a bit of star gazing.” Hughie nods as he lets you go. His gaze never leaving your presence. You turn back to the window, lost in your thoughts again that you don’t mind Hughie going sit with the others on your couch. Soldier Boy had returned with a drink as he stared out the same window, taking subtle glances at you every so often.
Hughie leaned over to Butcher.
“He likes her.” Butcher scrunched his face.
“I’ve noticed.” Butcher answered.
Soldier Boy shot a glare in their direction as Hughie squeaked. Butcher shaking his head then nodded his head to Soldier Boy. His head then tilted over to you, disassociating on the couch.
Soon after, you escape into your kitchen to enjoy what alone time you had without having to see Frenchie’s display of affection to what he had always said was “platonic” between him and Kimiko. You sighed. Leaning your head against the window, your eyes fluttering open and shut to keep awake.
“You alright there Princess?” You jolt awake by Soldier Boy’s voice. You swivel around as your accidentally go face first into his chest.
He was extremely close to you.
His red gloved hands rubbed your shoulders.
“Whoa there, it’s just me kid.” He whispers.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You chuckled nervously.
“It’s your kitchen, sweetheart. Hell it’s your place. Sleep where you want to. I just came to grab a beer. You want one?” You shook your head no, he let’s go of you and opens the fridge grabbing the closest bottle he could.
“Thanks for offering. I’m feeling a bit lightheaded-so I shouldn’t.” He nods his head slowly, taking a quick swig of the bottle in his hand.
“You hungry? I was going heat up them leftovers you made last night?” You look up at him, surprised.
“Actually like my cooking? Thought the chili tasted crap from how everyone was acting like last night.” Soldier Boy snorts when you said that.
“I ate three fucking bowls of that. Excuse my language, sweetheart. I’m about to finish the rest of it.” His smile is bright. It is happy and sweet. Unlike how he usually was.
Terrible.
Around you though. He was actually a good person-when he wanted to be.
“Go ahead, I made it for you guys anyway.” He looks at you, brows furrowed.
“I’m gonna make you a bowl, kay’ sweetheart?” He stated, shoveling chili into two bowls, moving away to the microwave.
The two of you shared the peaceful time eating and conversing in the safety of your kitchen. Hearing the laughter of the others residing in your living room.
“Mon couer? Where you going?” You heard Frenchie say aloud to Kimiko.
“Well, goodnight, my sweet.” It stung as you felt a couple tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
You hardly ate anything as you abruptly stood, pouring the chili back into the container, and your bowl into the sink.
Soldier Boy had reached out to grab your arm, as you hissed and pulled away.
“Sorry, I forget how much of a grip I have sometimes.” He apologized
“No, it’s fine. I just—sprained my wrist the other day. It is still sore.” You lied.
Soldier Boy turns in his chair to face you.
“Lemme make sure its not dislocated or something. Definitely knew how much it hurt when I could feel it.” He murmurs softly, you decline. Moving away from him.
“I’m going to head to bed. Thank you for dinner, Soldier Boy.” You give a smile, turning away from him to head upstairs.
“You can just call me Ben, sweetheart. Goodnight.”
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Nothing ever got better.
Frenchie had tried to get your attention a couple days later for something, and you were so spaced out. He shook his head and went to ask Butcher instead. The way you had been acting was “putting the team at risk”. As Frenchie had said to Butcher an ears length away so that you would hear it.
Was it even worth being here?
Soldier Boy came piling through the door, as if on cue. Butcher raised a brow, when the supe pushed past him and made a direct shot for you. He plopped down beside you on the couch you had been sitting at.
“Afternoon to ya’ sweetheart.” You glanced at your phone. It was afternoon already.
“Looks like you’re headed somewhere fun. You look pretty.” Ben added, taking in your simple outfit of jeans and a t-shirt.
“Yeah.” You say, getting up as he follows.
“Mind if I join?” He asks.
“Not-“
“I think she would rather be alone-le con.” Frenchie interrupted you. Feeling his hands on your shoulders. You shrug out of his embrace.
“Yeah. You can, Ben.” You replied.
“Oh, so we are on a first name basis with each other?” Frenchie spat. You shake your head and leave before anything started.
“Running away from your problems won’t help you forever, my love.” He hollered after you.
“She is mine-le con. Remember that.” He spit at Soldier Boy’s feet.
“Not for very much longer with you fucking around with the mute bitch.” Soldier Boy shoves past Frenchie and headed outside after you.
His hand gripped the doorknob.
“So interested in things that are not yours.”
“Do me a favor and gargle my ballsack-french fuck.” The door slammed behind Soldier Boy as he headed on after you.
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“I think it is best if we were not together anymore.” Frenchie quipped struggling to get the right words out.
What pained you most is he did not bother to tell you in private. He said it front of everyone. MM bowed his head, Hughie awkwardly fumbled with his hands. Butcher gave you a sad smile, as Kimiko couldn’t even look you in the eyes. Soldier Boy—Ben leaned against the wall watching as you just stood there. Emotionless and unbothered by everything that was being said to you.
You held everything in as you took a breath.
“Okay.” And you walked away.
You simply just—walked away.
In the comfort of your bedroom, your eyes were red and puffy, stained with your mascara, makeup was running and you stripped yourself of your shirt and pants.
Unraveling the wraps on your arms and legs you tore at your skin. Unrelentingly, you were numb to your surrounds, you felt blood dripping from your arms as you didn’t care whether or not you were making a mess. You sobbed so quietly making sure no one could hear you falling apart. You hated yourself. Not even worth living.
You thought you and Frenchie would be together forever. He promised you that. And now, you wasted five years with this man who would subject himself to drugs and alcohol and whatever else could get him fucked up the most. He would fuck everything up just to wither away. He seemed happy with her. You thought you were his one and only and now look what happened.
He strayed away from the nest.
“I need to get out of here.” You softly whispered to yourself. As you moved to clean yourself and your mess around with you. The knock at your door startled you.
“Hey, kid.” You didn’t answer. You just went on about yourself until you out on a fresh new pair of jeans and a hoodie. Sliding on your shoes and socks, you wiped the rest of your makeup off with a wipe and fixed your hair.
“Can I come in?” He said through the door.
“No. I’m heading out though. Can you drive me?” You mumbled.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” You opened the door, and sure enough Soldier Boy had been standing right there. Before you could say anything else he wrapped his arms around you, picking you up in his arms to hold you against him.
He was infatuated with you to say the least. Words could not express that. It wasn’t appropriate to say anything to you about it right now. He knew that you needed someone to hold, and what better person to hold you tight and raise your from this hell—this perdition than himself.
“It’s gonna be okay, Princess.” He carried you downstairs and to your surprise the others were gone. Ben told you softly that they all headed out together for dinner. Which left him with no option but to take you out.
“You haven’t been eating. Or really sleeping.” He said as he shifted gears in his truck. You angled yourself towards the window.
“He doesn’t fucking deserve you, sweetheart. None of these pricks do-“
“I wanted you to take me to the bridge.” You cut Ben off as he fell silent.
“I wanted you to take me to the bridge, so that I could just end it-end everything—once and for all. So I didn’t have to keep telling myself that Frenchie still loved me and that our relationship could be fixed and that we could keep going.” You continued.
“You know what. My wrists aren’t even sprained. The most fucked up thing of it is—is that I am so fucking numb to the whole ordeal that I have to resort to tearing myself apart to feel something.” You felt your face flush, and the tears welling up.
Soldier Boy slammed on his breaks, the truck skidding to a stop. Confused, you watched him unbuckle his seatbelt, opening his door, practically throwing himself from his vehicle. He hurried over to your side, whipping your head around as he snatched you from the passenger seat. The embrace was tight, and the force so hard that it knocked the two of you over into the snowed up ditch.
“The fuck is going on in that head of yours?” He muttered, not letting you go as you sobbed into his chest. His fingers tangled in your hair as he brushed through it.
“I don’t know. Everything happened so fast. I wasn’t thinking—“
“I couldn’t do this without you. I couldn’t live without you, sweetheart.” He mumbled into your neck.
“Why do you care so much?” You ask. The chill of the air causing you to shutter.
A dumbfounded look spread across his face.
“You really don’t know do you?” He says.
“I really don’t.” You reply.
A light kiss was placed on your forehead as the two of you stayed in the snowy ditch, your head leaned on his chest, as he held you, never wanting to let you go.
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Soldier boy x reader? 🤭 but angst-y. The plot no clue…. maybe a cheating related one? You know he is a man whore at the least. So yea, cheating, he’s caught, but reader always knew but never addressed it because the ole’ times (lol)
Stairway To Heaven
Description: You always knew that your relationship with Soldier Boy would not last. You always knew he was unfaithful. And that broke your heart. It killed you.
Pairing: Cheating! Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning; language; implied smut;cheating; tw suicide, self harm, blood, abuse
Note: Please for the love of all things holy, if you are struggling, there are people who love you/ my DM's are always open and there is always help if you need it. Take care and read this at your own risk. This prompt and fit made me sob.
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
A candle was lit on your window sill, the flame flickering with the wind that flew in. The air was frigid, sending chills down your back that caused you to tremble.
You were sitting on the floor, your back to the wall. It had been a long night, longer it seemed without him by your side.
Soldier Boy.
Ben.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
Your mom lived only a couple of hours away—the next couple cities over. Which was where you had went to. You didn't want to spend the night alone. The apartment that you owned and let Ben live felt too empty after he packed his things and left you high and dry.
The same apartment where he had come home, reeking of cheap perfume and sex. It was not the first time this had happened. A couple times even finding him in your bed with someone else.
It surely wasn't the last time either.
When she gets there she knows
You remembered the childhood home that your mother still resided in even after the divorce. The first week of summer passed quickly, your mother was beyond happy seeing you again.
The months that you both spent away from each other were quickly caught up with long conversations the first two days of you arriving there.
Soon after, everything seemed to be okay.
You didn't even let Ben know where you went. And you knew he would come back to the apartment once he had cooled off.
Like clockwork, he called almost every night the first week you had been there.
This night was different though.
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
The phone kept ringing and you knew in the back of your mind you should have answered that call. You crept from your bed as she wandered around the house, taking in the overbearing, thick presence of anxiousness that wafted over you. You held your head in your hands, shuddering.
Tonight was the night.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
The night where everything unraveled at once.
There was something about the way you looked in the full length mirror that was attached to the wall in the bathroom.
The way your eyes were empty—void of any expression. The exhaustion of your nerves, the heaviness of your body, drooping with every slight movement you had made.
There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know, sometimes words have two meanings
The argument that the both of you and Soldier Boy had gotten into--you wished you had just left it alone. Like you always had. This was the only time he had come home drunk.
You had heard the door open, you had already been sitting on the couch waiting for him. Soldier Boy smelled absolutely terrible. You greeted him from the living room, offering to help him get cleaned up.
He brushed you off and sat in the recliner. Your shoulders slumped as you went to bring him dinner. Ben didn’t eat that night. Instead he took to drinking. You wandered away from him clutching the hem of your shirt.
It would have been best to leave him alone.
You tinkered with the magnets on the fridge for the third time today, before you realized someone was standing in the doorway. you faced Soldier Boy--Ben, taking in his demeanor.
Your eyes widened.
You froze.
He was drunk. Visibly angry, when he stepped forward.
Knowing that you did not do anything to anger him at any point—sent cold tingles down your spine. You edged forward, trying your best to calm him down.
A firm punch to your face sent you falling backwards onto the floor. Quickly standing back up, winded from Ben hitting you, your cheek already beginning to redden.
“You lazy bitch. You’re a fuckin’ waste of time.” He spit, lunging forward to grab your hair, dragging you across the room.
“Shoulda’ fuckin’ left you.” He shoved you forward, you stopped yourself from falling completely forward.
You refused to say a word, not wanting to worsen the situation. It was no use. No matter if you did anything or not would not save you from him.
You climbed back onto your feet and shoved him.
"Get out! I never fucking want to see you again." You screeched. He stumbled back himself.
"Fine. You're a horrible fuck anyway. Wish I never fuckin' met you!" He hollered back, spit flying.
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
You sat directly in front of that mirror, wanting to know exactly what the individual staring back at you wanted.
It was you of course staring back—however, it only reminded you of how indubitably unimportant you were to the rest of the world.
It kept spinning with or without you.
The soft whirring of luminescent bulbs lulled you into a trance, a beckoning call ringing in your ears, the painful chill of realization hit you.
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
You were tired.
Not tired in the sense of needing to rest, more along the lines of —being tired of recklessly moving forward in life, only to receive the harsh reminder that you would always be deemed worthless by your own self-deprecation.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
No matter how hard you fought to be something more than just a girl who used to be.
You were not a bad person.
You were only noticing the bad things that happened around you. Your friends loved you, your parents loved you, you had somewhat of a good life and spent every waking moment trying to be the best you could be.
Still, with every waking moment you spent reliving all of the times you spent living with that man who thought loved you.
He only used you for his own personal gain.
Ben Gilman didn't give a shit about you.
And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
Your face darkened, thoughts processing, a few unnoticed tears running down your cheeks, the uncontrollable urge to cry out for help.
To cry out to anyone who could possibly be within an earshot of you. Someone who could run from just around the corner.
You held your knees, slowly and quietly rocking forwards and backwards. Bated breath—a heaving heavy sigh, you sat in the deafening silence of your bathroom.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter
Torn asunder, the scintillating aches, clawing their way out of your heart as it dimmed—ugly and dark.
Y/N , daughter to Tim and Amelia. Friends to William Butcher, Frenchie, Hughie Campbell, Annie and MM.
Y/N, the young woman who wanted to graduate finally and move up in the world.
Y/N, the girl who wanted so desperately to be told that she was loved, however always denying herself that same love.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
And there's still time to change the road you're on
Y/N, the girl who was now sitting in the hallway bathroom of her mother’s house, on the white tiled floor, hugging her knees. Her own intrusive thoughts got the better of her, as well as the dismantling demons that made her feel forgotten.
Your phone had continued to buzz, and you pulled away for only a few moments to see Ben blowing up your phone. Apologizing, saying he won't do it again. That he only wanted you. You had caved and sent him a text that you were at your mother's. The man only had been there a handful of times and knowing he most likely wouldn't show up, did not matter to you.
Again, would it really matter whether or not you were gone?
You had a nervous tick of scratching the back of your neck a lot to cope with your anxiety and stress that plagued your mind.
This had happened for as long as you could remember. It was truly something else—a different kind of person from what you used to be.
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
You had picked yourself off the floor and hunched over the sink. Your breath shook with every inhale.
It had yet been another night where you had repeated this vicious cycle of being torn from your bed to relive all of the events that came before.
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
You relived your worst moments in life growing up trying to keep ahold of yourself for the sake of her sanity. You reached up to rub the tired expression from your face as you heard your mothers door open, a set of steps coming down the hall.
“I’ll be out in just a moment, Mama. Just washing up is all.”
Your mother didn’t hear a word.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
Her bedroom door shut as you could hear her getting back into her bed for the night.
You sighed, your back lightly hitting the wall, as you slid yourself back down to the floor. You could see your reflection in the metal knobs of the drawers next to you.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
Your eyes carried a melancholic way about them that would silence the room. You stayed glued to the floor. It was just you and your thoughts, again. Maybe you were hearing things and finally going crazy after all you had been through.
You shook the thought of it off as you wiped your eyes again.
Your phone rang again. And you answered it.
"Y/N? You there?" You said nothing and sniffled.
"Sweetheart, I swear I didn't mean to hurt you, please just talk to me--"
"Goodbye, Ben." You said before you hung up.
You picked at the hangnails along your fingers, biting them. For awhile you stayed silent. Your legs were pulled in towards your chest. Heaving your chest in and out.
Like before, you were trying desperately trying to bottle your emotions.
It was no use fighting it.
Tears leaked from the edges of your eyes. You let out a soft croak of a sob, tightening the grip you had on your head.
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
Everyone treated you the same, always so nice, never once taken advantage of your kindness. However meeting Ben changed everything, After that, you had thought differently, as if something was wrong with you.
You did not understand how people could love you. You weren't good enough. You never felt good enough.
Ben had made you feel enough for a short while.
You were unhappy.
“I only want to be happy.”
You knew in the end -it would be as if you never existed.
What is better than to simply adhere to the fact you never mattered in this lifetime—for however much longer you had, you would spend it as if you were a reflection looking back at a shadow.
The echo without an answer.
The footsteps washed away by the shore.
Always lost.
Always forgotten.
That was what you were to yourself.
An echo of who you were before.
The tune will come to you at last
Your eyes furrowed, holding your breath. You began to sweat as you reached timidly into the drawer.
There it was, where you had always kept them. The razors that were always there.
You understood what you were doing, even before you knew what it was. You never once winced when you slid the knife down your arm.
Oh how big a cut that little thing could make.
It was a sickening thought that escaped your mind. There was so much blood, you were making a mess and began profusely apologizing to whoever was listening, you were by yourself on this one.
You didn’t stop, while your own innocence and blood pooled down your arms, you laid your head back against the wall.
Movies made it seem so easy.
Dying.
It felt airy, a slight throb at first before you felt the pain escalate, before your nerves completely numbed.
You felt weary, youbreathed in—but never out. The only sound was the water dripping, and the slight buzz of the luminescent bulb of the light.
There was not a doubt in mind that you knew you were dead.
There was no light at the end of this tunnel.
Nothing more than just a fragmented memory of who you once were.
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"Time of death, 2:45AM." The ER nurse who's uniform was stained red from your blood loss turned to Ben Gilman who's face was expressionless.
Butcher reeled back and as hard as he possibly could, swung a fist to knock Soldier Boy onto his ass. Frenchie and MM with the help of security had to hold William back.
"You did this you slimy fuck! You killed them!" he cried, hollering and spitting profanities. Soldier Boy laid on the cool linoleum, lip quivering slightly, blood drained from his nose.
He dared not to move.
"Oi, I'll fucking kill you--fucking supe. Are you happy you-" Butcher's voice had faded as they dragged him away from the room. Hughie still stood there with an expression Soldier Boy could hardly read.
When all are one and one is all, yeah
To be a rock and not to roll
"You're a sick fuck" Hughie swiveled around to walk away, before freezing in place.
"I hope you're happy with yourself. I just lost my best fucking friend." With that Soldier Boy watched Hughie disappear around the corner.
He hung his head, while the nurses bustled around him, cleaning up the mess of blood around him.
The sound of the monitor still flatlining in the background.
A stray tear falling down his cheek, the leather of his leather gauntlet squeaking as he balled his fists.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
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Oooh, for a Soldier Boy-related Xmas request, how about he and fem reader explore the idea of "kissing under the mistletoe,' where Soldier Boy states that the tradition doesn't state where the victim has to get kissed. 😛
Where Are My Manners Under the Mistletoe?
Description: Soldier Boy is just well…Soldier Boy. He is getting a bit too chaotic when the Christmas season comes around.
Pairings: Soldier Boy //Ben Gliman x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language, sexual innuendos, overall fluff.
29 Days Till Christmas.
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“Oh, no….no no no.” You pleaded as you found yourself under the mistletoe with Ben who seemingly shared an entirely different feeling than you.
Clad in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, the man held a coffee cup in one hand and the daily newspaper in the other. The others were all taking in the situation as the two of you stood there under the arc of the doorway.
Him with a calm, content expression albeit a shit eating grin in addition. You covering your beet red face in your hands.
“What’s the matter? Afraid of a little mistletoe, sweetheart?” He cooed, taking a sip of his coffee, tucking his newspaper under his bare arm.
“No-I just. I. Nnnn.” You were embarrassed, fumbling over your words while everyone, including the gorgeous yet asshole of a supe in front of you stood.
“Cute.” He set his coffee down on the banister beside him, returning his attention to you. He reaches out to take hold of your arms, rubbing them slightly.
Leaning ever so closely, the hot breath against your ear, made you internally whimper.
“Y’know. We can break tradition. The rules never state where I can kiss you.” He waggles his tongue as you push away from him.
“You are so gross. Do you know that?” He cackles, grabbing a hold of his cup again.
Before he could wander off to the recliner in the corner, you raised up onto the tips of your feet. One hand balancing on his muscled shoulder the other on the other side of his face.
You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
“But sometimes you can be kind of sweet if you squint a little., Ben.” You gave a breathy, light laugh.
Retreating to your room, he stood dumbfounded. His fingers brushing the side of his face, his head swiveling to watch to watch you go up the stairs. The laughs grew more prominent as Ben-Soldier Boy, whipped around to the others.
“Don’t forget you all gotta’ sleep sometime, fuckheads.” He muttered, planting himself into the plush cushions of the Lazy Boy, drowning out the mocking of kissy faces and lips smacking of the others.
Though, with his opened newspaper covering his face, he still had a warming smile hiding behind the black and white.
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Please please PLEASE give us more soldier boy! I have barrelled through all the soldier boy content on this hell site and I am jonesing for another fix! Also yours is so poignant and darkly beautiful so just anything. I wouldn’t say no to a little smut tho if you’re good with that but if not just keep up the good work <3
Complex
Description: Soldier Boy wastes no time entering your life. Knocking down the very pieces of you that you thought you had built up over the years. However, just as quickly as he came--was equally the same when he decided he was finished. No matter if it hurt you or not.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language, light implications of smut, and loneliness.
Note: Lemme’ feed you darlin’
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I’m 21 the edge is razor thin
Between being numb—and feeling everything
Good days only serve as relief again
Soldier Boy didn’t deserve you. The young and innocent girl you were, he did not deserve you.
Now I watch as I waste away my days and nights
It’s a cross dissolve of a scene I’ve play before
And the leading role that I thought I’d hold
Doesn’t listen to me anymore.
He left you alone in that bed after he was finished with you. Every time the two of you intertwined as one. The way he found himself deeper inside of you feeling the inner workings of your hot and desperate soul.
The way your body pleaded to be touched; to be loved. Your hands trying to slip into his-only to be rejected and held against your will over top of you. Soldier Boy, Ben. He would never give you what you wanted.
You gave him your very innocence, in return he gave you nothing but regret for your own willingness to throw yourself at him.
You felt stupid; you felt useless.
But I’m wearing his boxers
I’m being a good wife
“I gotta’ head out, Princess. Keep the bed warm. I’m not done with that pretty little ass of yours.” He said, the butt of the joint in his mouth bobbing as he spoke.
You didn’t answer him. Only nodding as you turned over.
You knew he wouldn’t be back for awhile.
Normally you would have crawled, naked from the bed to press a sloppy kiss to his lips, your scent mixed with his wafting the room.
You didn’t bother this time. He didn’t care. You should have listened to your friends.
Soldier Boy didn’t care about you, no matter how hard he tried to make you believe. You knew you weren’t the only girl he was sleeping with, you’d seen how he was with women.
It made you sick.
It made you hate him.
The feelings never lasted long before you were back in his arms as if he were yours forever.
We won’t be together
But maybe the next life
I need him like water
He lives in a landslide
You were a fucking mess. Why did you do this to yourself? Getting with the man you knew right off the bat was bad news. Yet, you kept the left side of your bed warm every night like the two of you were an actual item.
Yes, you wanted that ideation to be true —but it was all mindless daydreams that would never come true.
Before you knew it, there he was again. Slipping inside of you, tearing at your skin, like a rabid dog. Hungry for more than idle flesh. Heat rising from your flushed skin, nails digging their graves into his back .
“Beautiful.” He would murmur in between grunts and moans.
“Absolutely stunning, Princess.”
After your routine of self loathing was over, he would watch you walk to the bathroom, head propped up on an arm. As if he were infatuated by merely your presence.
That was a lie too.
Everything he did or said was a lie. And you found that hating yourself was easier than telling him that what you both had was over.
I cry in his bathroom
He turns off the big light
When he asked you to go with him to the bar-it took you so far aback. You had thought you had shifted to a different dimension. There the two of you sat, drinking from the whole bottle he bought for you two to share. You were not a drinker. Yes, maybe one drink was all you had, and you knew that this wasn’t a date. Made it very clear he wasn’t dating you in the beginning.
He just didn’t want to be alone.
None of the other women wanted to go out like you did. You cancelled plans just to share the time with him-and for the simple fact is that without you he’d fall apart and you would find him on your doorstep, out of his mind and drunk.
You were keeping together just fine.
I’m being a cool girl
I’m keeping it so tight
I carry him home while
My friends have a good night
I need him like water
He thinks that I’m alright
I’m not feeling human
I think he’s a good guy
After everything he had put you through, you thought you could handle anything he threw at you.
“I think we should see other people.”
You told yourself that he would be back. But after last night, he never showed back up at your door.
You told yourself you wouldn’t do a lot of things after Soldier Boy.
You were a liar too.
Triangular, I can see them now
Three points at which I let myself down
I was just a girl, what's the excuse now?
You found yourself where you and him first met. It was the roof of an old warehouse that had been abandoned. It overlooked a large portion of the city and was high enough to have you getting ideas with your unstable mind.
Too regular, this pattern
I've been taking shelter in reaching new highs
When I was nineteen I wanted to die
You took another heavy drink of the bottle in your hands, as you emptied it. With enough force, you reeled back to chuck the bottle, hearing it break on the ground below.
You laughed; your phone buzzed.
From: SB☺️💕
What’re you up to? I stopped by your place but you weren’t home.
Your phone buzzed again.
From: SB☺️💕
I miss you.
You typed out a message the best you could.
To: SB☺️💕
Playing Life where we first met, seeing how much it takes before I go overboard.
It wasn’t the healthiest thing to send him. But you shut off your phone and stood. Tip-toeing along the edge of the roof while you swayed left and right, horribly keeping your balance. Thoughts of staying safe was shoved out the window. There was no going back now.
Now I just want to kill you
But I don't want to paint you the victim
“What the fuck are you doing?” You felt Soldier Boy tug you back from the ledge, your back hitting his chest.
You blatantly started swatting at him, trying to get out of his grip. He firmly planted you in front of him. A look of worry was across his face. Something you have never seen from him before.
“Calm down-“ you slapped him, which loosened the hold he had on you. You immediately made a beeline towards the door.
“Wait. Please. I-I’m sorry.” He said which made your hand freeze on the doorknob to the stairway.
“For what?” You replied.
“I hurt you. You gave me everything and I fucked you over.” He stared directly at you, you raised your head to meet his gaze.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to get home.” You answered, but he was much quicker, his hand slammed the door shut-holding it.
“Let me walk you home, at least. We can talk about this.” He gestured.
You sighed.
And I talk a good game
I'd die for just the promise you'd listen
Soldier Boy had lost just about everything. Sure, you forgave him. But it didn’t mean things were just okay with the two of you. He had been pulled into more and more hero work, while you waited on him to come home. Just like old times. The routine cycling back to normal.
I’m wearing his boxers
I’m being a good wife
We won’t be together
But maybe the next life
The next life could wait, you were sure that things were going to get better.
I need him like water
He lives on a landslide
I cry in his bathroom
He turns off the big light
“Come to bed, Princess would ya’?” He smiles at you, motioning you to let him hold you against him.
You had been reading in the window seat, placing the bookmark to save your spot for the next time you opened it.
I’m being a cool girl
I’m keeping it so tight
I carry him home while
My friends have a good night
The drinking subsides and the two of you found other possibilities to keep the both if you engaged and entertained. Like your reading and him whittling small trinkets he would make for you to put on the hanging shelves of collectables you had in your place.
I need him like water
He thinks that I’m alright
I’m not even human
I think he’s a good guy
Soldier Boy smirks as he pulled you down by the neckline of your shirt. Your lips connected with his in a slow paced embrace.
But it’s a complex
It’s a complex
It’s a complex
I’m a complex.
Soldier Boy and your relationship with him was far from easy. It was harsh, frustrating and complicated.
It was strange.
But loving, as the two sides of the coin became one.
It was a complex that you would never let slip through your fingers again.
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Soldier Boy x reader where she loses her memories and doesn’t remember being in a relationship with him they have that good girl bad boy I hate everyone else in the world but her trope 🥺
It’s a Not So Wonderful Life
Description: Reader wakes up on Christmas Eve without any recollection of who any of her friends are. You do not even know the man you wake up to…Soldier Boy, the half-hazardous relationship you’re in.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: None; Language, Soldier Boy is fucking pissed.
Note: Kinda sad, kinda funny, Under 1500 words. Not what you expected but I had to do something since I already did this kind of in another request. I hope you enjoy anyway. Mentions and OC’s of mine were added for effect as well.
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You spent the next hour or so trying to rack your head around who you had woken up next to. In a situation of fight or flight you jerked up out of bed and onto the floor. The man who had been next to you, raised up.
“Princess? The hell you doing on the floor?” He says rolling over to peer down at you, huddling against the wall near the window.
“W-who are you? Where am I?” You queried earning a raised brow from the man in your bed.
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William Butcher at the rest of his rag tag team of outcasts stood in the kitchen where a frustrated Soldier Boy paced back and forth.
“She doesn’t fucking remember who I am. How the fuck does that happen?” He hollers. Thankfully you were outside on the porch, watching the snow fall, too occupied to hear a thing.
“Think it was a supe? Or someone that hates you?” Butcher asks, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.
“Mindstorm’s dead, the only other fucker I can think of that can have that effect on people is-fuck.” He rubs his face. A deep growl escaping from his chest.
“What?” Hughie interjected, joining in on the conversation.
“The sister’s Aaron and Grace Foster-“
“Psychari and Rewrite?” Butcher questions, lighting a cigarette.
“Yeah, they run with Lightening Bolt and the Seven. A bunch of B/C List fuckhead’s. Those two have it in for me since I-“ Soldier Boy stopped.
“Since you what?” Hughie wanted to know, hell they all did. This was the most interesting situation any of them had been in for awhile.
“I cheated on their sister with Y/N. They must’ve found out that it was them.” Soldier Boy cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair.
“You’re a slimy asshole. Which doesn’t surprise me.” Says Hughie, shaking his head.
“It doesn’t matter, they must’ve took it out on Y/N. Fuck me.”
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“Everything okay?” You poked your head into kitchen and looked at everyone who was there. You have come to know them quickly and were making good friends with them. They all nodded and smiled at you.
“Sure, sweetheart. Don’t worry. You should relax. Had a rough morning.” Soldier Boy grins, as you nodded and retreated back through the living room and onto the porch once more.
“What should I fucking do. I can’t leave her like that.”
“I’ll make a few calls. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Butcher interrupted, strolling out of the kitchen space dialing numbers into his phone.
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“I ain’t fixing shit.” Aaron hisses, turning away from Soldier Boy and the others. Lightening Bolt sighed, adjusting his gauntlets.
“You fucked up big time. Why’d you have to go and do the shit you did with Lynyx? She didn’t deserve that Ben.” Bolt questioned, shaking his head in disbelief.
“She cared about you. Gave you a roof over your head, showed you that someone actually gave a fuck about your sorry ass. And look what you did, you not only left her without even fucking saying anything to her but you cheated. So fuck you I ain’t fixing your rebound’s memory.” Aaron spat while Grace looked away.
“I could kill you-“
“Get fucked Ben.” Grace added, before Soldier Boy could finish.
���I didn’t want Lynyx. Sure she was great to be around but I didn’t want her. I was locked up for four decades and needed someone to keep my bed warm for awhile. It wasn’t my fault that Lynnie was in the wrong place at the right time.” Soldier Boy sneered.
“Just for that-you’re on your fucking own. Stay the fuck away from me and stay the fuck away from the rest of us. Cause’ the only way you’re going to fix your -whatever the hell that bitch is to you, is too fucking apologize.” Aaron says, her face red with anger. Her fists were balled as she swiveled around and burst through the front door, Grace traveling behind her.
“Sorry man.” Lightening Bolt patted Soldier Boy on the shoulders before the door slammed shut.
“Fuck.” Soldier Boy cursed, turning back to the Boys.
“What the fuck an I supposed to do?” He yelled.
Hughie scoffs, alongside everyone else who witnessed the interaction between him and the sisters.
“Crash and Burn, old man. Crash. And. Burn.” Hughie began, a good distance from Soldier Boy.
“Hopefully you’ll make the right decision. Merry Christmas. asswipe.”
Everyone agreed with a slight tilt of their heads.
Everyone but Soldier Boy who scowled, before trudging off and away from the others.
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Hallelujah, My Ass (Part One)
Description: Soldier Boy is a skeptic when it came to religion. Unfortunately, his mind changes once he meets you.
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning// Language//Fluff//Comfort//Kind of Angsty//Blood//Gore?
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader
Notes: Mixed some Supernatural in there. Because I can. Part of the Under 500 words prompt.
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No.
He did not believe in God. How could he when no matter how loud or hard he screamed for Hod to save him, no one came. No one answered. Not until Butcher and the other fuckheads decided to break him out.
You were his guardian angel, assigned to him as he was chosen by Mr.Almighty himself. They called him a “righteous man” as to which the other angels snorted. They knew who America’s Soldier was and alas all knew that he didn’t belong in Heaven. However, he still was given you to watch over him.
It was a useless endeavor. Soldier Boy wanted nothing to do with Homelander, however his mission to take each and every one of his traitorous old teammates out was something he was achieving through the whole thing. He couldn’t die, really-and for some reason he hated that. He despised everything that was happening now and what happened back then.
“Oi. Are you done staring at the sun? We have the TNT Twins location.” Butcher announces, slinging the crowbar over his shoulder.
Soldier Boy rolled his eyes, snagging his shield off the floor. You were quick to follow, floating gracefully behind him and into the car that Butcher had somehow acquired. You sat next to him, listening to the disgusting conversation as Soldier Boy referred to the darling Hughie Campbell as “cum guzzler”. In no way was his lack of respect pleasing to you. However, you knew being his guardian he had his soft spots.
Your eyes flicked over to him again after while. He had fallen asleep on the way to Vermont. You leaned over to push a strand of hair from his face, he jerked and sat up abruptly, grumpily staring daggers at Hughie.
“Did you fucking touch me gay boy?” When Hughie said no, Soldier Boy huffed and looked back at the window without a snide remark. You giggled softly, continuing to watch him.
He should not have come to Herogasm. Neither should have you but anywhere he went—you were to follow. The place was booming with life and clad nude bodies intermingling with one another. You were alarmed by all the sin happening at once, you still followed diligently behind as Soldier Boy tore through the entire home killing his target. This time it felt off.
It was too hot—he was too hot this time.
From how bright he shined was too much for the people around him as he burned through them. For you, not a scratch. You reached out and for the first time you tenderly gripped onto his shoulders and transported him back to where Butcher and Hughie were waiting.
“You are becoming a hazard to yourself, dear boy.” You softly stated aloud.
“Who the fuck are you?” Soldier Boy said as both Hughie and Butcher were also staring directly at you.
You found yourself looking around, and you realized they could see you. This was not at all surprising as this had happened with other humans with their angels at times. This was one of those “not so graceful” moments.
You raised up, your white gown glistening in the sun. Your long hair lightly flowing in the wind.
“I am exceptionally relieved that my vessel was the one revealed instead of my true form. If that was the case…none of you would have eyes. Possibly even dead for gazing upon it.” You lightly laughed, stepping forward, giving a light curtsy.
“I am Y/N, your guardian angel, Soldier Boy.” When you had introduced yourself you were confused by the sudden lack of belief from your human.
“Yeah and I’m the fucking Easter Bunny.” He snorts. Butcher and Hughie are appalled, but with Soldier Boy in not believing you.
You sighed, shaking your head as you released your wings to full span. They were gold with black specks, fanning out to about a 40 ft wing span. Your eyes were a clear white as you stepped forward, engulfed in a ray of sunlight.
“I am an angel of the Lord-sent to guard and guide you to your life’s intended purpose.” You bellowed, voice echoing through the trees. The three men took their steps back.
“I guess the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost is real then. Well Hallelujah.” You heard Hughie say as you shot him a small smile.
“You are hurt.” You state taking Hughie’s hands as they glowed for a split second before returning to the correct color.
Staring back at Soldier Boy, he continued to shake his head at you and the situation.
“You do not have to believe me, dear Soldier. However, I am real. For that you must rejoice-“ he snorted again as he began to laugh at you.
“Gotta’ be kidding me. Hallelujah, my ass. Get the fuck out of here lady.”
Hughie tried telling him to watch mouth and do not taking you lightly.
“As you wish, Dear Solider Boy.” You left a feathery touch to his cheek before disappearing into thin air.
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You're taking writing requests for The Boys? Woo! Would please you consider writing a jealous/possessive Soldier Boy with a fem reader?
50 Shades of Go Fuck Yourself
Description: You wanted a night out with your best friend, Lynnie Foster. Share a couple of laughs; have a couple of drinks-good old times. However, when a creepy asshole and surprising information suddenly get their time in the spotlight…it left you feeling a bit…unnerving. Especially when Soldier Boy is a part of it all.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning ⚠️, sexual innuendos, violence, language, and a hint of confusion.
Note: Totally should check out my other fics! Lynnie Foster is my OC from the Silent Skies series. She is deaf. Your request will be under the 500 word prompt! Much love!!
Enjoy!
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All you wanted was a night to yourself. Which was what you were hoping for. While you sipped heavily on some banana daiquiri, you were fumbling with the tight black pencil skirt riding up and displaying your thighs to the entire bar.
‘You okay? Tense.’ Lynnie, your best friend signed.
You shook your head.
“You see that guy over there? The one at the pool table?” Lynnie turned to get a look before swiveling back.
“He has been staring at me all night—practically eye-fucking me. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.” Lynnie patted your arm that was leaned on the table.
The gesture was extremely reassuring, she tipped her head and gave a sweet smile.
‘You are here with me. That’s all that matters.’
That definitely helped calm your nerves.
The feeling of calmness was quickly diminished when the front entrance i to the bar flung open. Your eyes instantly were glued to a tall man who was dressed in a black hoodie, a pair of nicely fitted jeans, with a dark brown pair of tactical boots. His hair was a bit disheveled, the pissed look that spread across his face was alarming, and a bit discerning.
Nothing about him made you want to be around him. However, he was your asshole of a partner. You both slept with each other on occasion, but what your home life was-with the man who showed up wherever you were…was left a mystery. You barely knew him outside of those late night flings and work.
“Let me buy you a drink?” Your thoughts were cut off when an arm wrapped around your shoulders. You slunk out of their grip. Eyeing them dangerously.
“Get fucked, creep.” You spat. Lynnie sat wide-eyed to the situation, knowing you had it handled, she was just a witness if anything were to happen. The creep from the pool table sneered.
“I was hoping you’d do me the honors.” His smile made you sick to your stomach.
“I’ll pass-thanks.” You replied, turning back to see if you could find your partner. 
“No was not going to be an answer. C’mon. It will be fun-gimme a chance?” He says.
“The lady said no fuckface.” There he was in all his glory. Your partner in crime, who you wanted not in the same space as you were in.
The creep scoffed, “Whatever, she’s not worth it anyway. Ugly bitch.”
You had to say that stung a bit, but what your partner did was much worse. It happened so fast you could not believe your eyes. One minute the creep was there and the next, all that was left was the glass he had sat on the counter.
“What are you doing here so fucking late? Especially dressed like a whore.” He asked pointing to your attire.
“You get fucked too, Soldier Boy. Fucking prick.”
“You did—you did fuck this prick. Plenty of times actually. Maybe one more round? You realize I fucking own you right?” His grin made you cringe.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” You hissed. Lynnie shrunk her shoulders as she sat on the stool. She had faced away so that she wasn’t eavesdropping on anything.
Soldier Boy laughed.
“Maybe I came because I know this is where you usually come to act like a total fucking whore at. Can’t handle my dick yet you’re out here taking all of there’s ?” He bent over to whisper threateningly in your ear.
“You’re fucking mine, bitch.” He drew back as he then turned away from you. His attention on your best friend, Lynnie.
“Hey, Hear No Evil… time to go. You didn’t leave shit for me to eat and I need you to cook.” He barked. Lynnie didn’t respond, and you were clearly having issues with the way he talked to her. You were also confused, with a mixture of astonishment, surprise and disappointment. Soldier Boy knew your best friend?
“She didn’t put her hearing aids in. So again, go yank one and fuck yourself for the hundredth time please and thank you.”
“Property doesn’t have the privilege of speaking. Keep your cockholder shut. There are better uses for that mouth of yours.” He winked, his hand reaching out to lightly tap on Lynnie’s shoulder.
She turned slowly, smilingly up at him as he clearly was not happy. It soon faltered.
“Hear No Evil…let’s go.” She pouted a bit, gesturing and signing toward you.
“Yeah, her and I were catching up. And you still haven’t explained how the two of you know each other.” You spat, crossing your arms. Lynnie stared from you to Soldier Boy, found out and a bit awkward.
“We live with each other. “ you almost spit your drink all over the floor. No way that Soldier Boy, your extremely insufferable partner and FWB, lived with Lynnie-a.k.a. Little Miss Princess.
“Does she know-about…” he questioned.
“No. I didn’t. It’s not my business to tell. Talking about business-there is some important stuff I have to get to. “ you firmly placed a flat hand onto her shoulder.
“Do you. Want to. Go with this man?” You asked as Lynnie nodded, a bit confused.
“Time to go, Princess. Before Y/N blows a gasket trying to figure out things that aren’t her fucking business.
His hand found their way around Lynnie’s as he pulled her off her feet. Her deaf friend, Lynnie, smiled, going with Soldier Boy. Before they left, he leaned forward once more and quietly said something to you that equally made your toes curl and cringe.
“This Saturday-you— me, i’ll have you replay the events. Jog your memory of who you belong to.” He growls as your shiver. He tugs Lynnie along through the crowds of people as he disappears with a satirish’ smirk—eyes filled with lust.
You were going to be in for it now.
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OR how about Dean actually doing a whole LARP experience with Charlie on one of his days off hunting, and he convinces Cas, Sam, (and/or his gf, the reader) to go with him. He’s a cute little dork, :’) — 🧸
Dean, Your Majesty Awaits
Description: Charlie takes Castiel and the Winchesters to a Renaissance Fair. Unbeknownst to them, the reader is the queen, Charlie's best friend and Dean's significant other.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: None.
Note: Under the 500 word prompt. I really really enjoyed this one!
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“I do not understand this activity.” Castiel prompted as per usual when he did not fully comprehend what human hobby he was partaking in.
Charlie chuckled as she stood to fix his wears, adjusting the sword strapped to his hip. Dean Winchester strolled in with Sam, holding a large plate of food in which Charlie picked from to Dean’s dismay.
“Ay, get your own!” He yelled.
“Better finish that quickly, D. Show’s about to start.” Charlie clapped her hands and strode towards the opening of the tent.
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Charlie, The Winchester’s and Cas all stood in front of the large wooden stage shaded with a much larger red tent, decorated with gold trim and flowers of all kinds. Four men dressed from head to toe in armor stood poised in front, swords digging into the red clay mixed with dirt and wood chips.
Another man came to the front, facing the crowd as he cleared his throat, arm raising to silence the crowd of other larper’s.
“Oi! Will all of ye shut thy trap’s and face the front!” He hollered.
Charlie, glanced over at her friends who all stared back at her, giving the same expression.
“What’s up his ass?” Dean asks, Charlie nudges him to shut up.
“We are in the presence of many of warriors, but in the presence of no kings! Our king was befallen to a dark night and fell into the grasp of death leaving our widowed Queen to rule alone. We fight for her hand and rightful place by her side! Who will succeed? Who will only perish on this day? Go! Ready your men as we will strike soon!” Bellows the man dressed in the royal colors.
Music plays as everyone murmurs while the sea of people separate. Dean’s eyes widen as he laid his gaze onto you, his girlfriend, dressed in royal garb.
“Is that?”
“Yes, Dean. This is why I dragged you here.” Charlie answered.
Your eyes caught his as he pushed through the people to get to you. He was blocked by the knights.
“Speak thy name, filthy mudsnipe. What says you to even dare to whisper to thy Queen?” The knights question Dean who rolled his eyes.
Another man approaches and stands in front of the guards.
“Hey buddy. You can’t just walk up to the Queen. You know the rules. Besides, its our team that’s going to win.” He sneers.
Dean opens his mouth to say something when you pushed the knights aside.
“He is my secretary, the right hand man to my royal round table. He and his men may enter my quarters.
“But they-i.”
“Nothing more-let them pass.” You ordered.
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Dean still partook in the fighting, you watched him wack people out of the way. Charlie ate from the food table, free for you and your men to eat. By the end, Dean and Charlie’s team did in fact lose when Dean was the only one still around. A whole team had to be left to even decide.
It was time to choose the man and team that would run beside you for the next season. Sighing you slipped open the envelope while wandering eyes stared up at you on your throne.
The envelope did indeed read the White Raven Clan, and the leading man who heckled your boyfriend earlier. You looked over at the leader who ogled you from a distance. Then back to Dean who leaned against the railing a bruise forming on his face, a little blood from his nose from playing around too hard with everyone.
You knew you shouldn’t do this, but you were the one who ran the events in your community, and by far this was Dean’s second one and the first one that you and him had been together at.
So why not bend the rules a bit?
You threw the envelope into the fire pit that sat next to you turning chicken and stood up abruptly.
“You, the single man who stands in front of me. The lone warrior who single-handedly fought alone in the end. I hereby decree that you shall continue to stand by my side, not only as my right hand, nor my secretary, but my King and betrothed, brave sir.” You holler as a fury of claps and hoots sounded. You exited the stage shortly after they crowned Dean.
“Hey, where’d Y/N go?” He asked Charlie who smiled.
“Dean, your Majesty waits for you in her private quarters. Give her hell.” She laughs, slapping him on the back, his crown slightly tilting down.
“I love this place.”
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Hey everyone sorry it’s been awhile since I have posted. Just wanted to update everyone…
I’m engaged!
I proposed to my now fiancée and it’s just such a big change!
Now that’s out of the way I plan to continue writing all of my fics and requests until my fingers bleed!
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Instill In Me-Loneliness
Description: After the situation in the basement between you and Demon! Dean. You could hear his screams to be saved and he could hear your most painful cries. Both yearning to escape the pit of loneliness that gripped you two tight.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader ft. Castiel
Warnings: Language, Sad Themes
Sam hadn’t spoke to you in weeks.
Not that it truly mattered much. He insulted you enough to where all you felt when he was near was spite. You despised Sam. Your once flourishing friendship was now broken like glass in a mirror.
Seven years of bad luck.
Dean hung his head low despite hearing you wander above him. This was your daily routine for the past month. Every morning, 9AM, you awaken and wander the bunker, you would wander until it brought you to his door. You would never come in. Only stand and wait until he noticed your footsteps treading away.
A pathetic, lonely thing you had become.
So he waited. He waited and waited.
But you were late.
The water ran cold as you showered. You didn’t care as long as you were clean.
Your food was bland. You didn’t mind as long as you were eating.
Alone you felt as you sat at the large table where you yourself remembered how Sam sat beside you and where Dean would sit across just so he could look at you. You acted like you didn’t notice; you did.
You always did.
It was lonely.
You missed them.
You missed him.
Carried by the fond memories, wrapping his quilt you plucked from Dean’s bedroom, you continued your morning routine, until finally you stood at the door. You would have just stood there, today was not the day to stick to your comfort zone.
Dean was taken aback when you entered. You were suddenly burdened by his presence as you gazed upon him. Bruised, beaten. His skin was paling, it had become clammy. His once beautiful green eyes were now of a dull color that contrasted with their usual vibrance. They were sunken in, he had clearly lost weight.
You did not speak to him while you entered. Shutting the door behind you, you moved slowly to sit down. Making sure to sit as far away from him as possible. He had grown rather desperate the longer he was down here and you wanted to not repeat what happened the first time he broke free of his restraints.
“You’re not supposed to be down here. I’m dangerous…remember?” He cackled, you held the same worn expression as what you carried for weeks.
Dean’s cackled faded, you looked equally as bad as he did. Only you were seemingly still just as pretty.
Broken.
“What…cat got your tongue?” He hissed.
“I want to talk to the real Dean, please.” You sniffled.
The demon version of Dean sat across from you, still in that same chair, restrained even further. His eyes closed as he accepted your request, letting his head fall for just a moment.
When the Dean you missed so much came to, he groaned, weak, empty as he craned his aching neck up to look at you.
“Never listen do you?” He laughs. “That’s my girl—“ He never got to finish the sentence when you wrapped your arms around his neck.
The tight hold you had him in as you felt the rumble of his chest as he chuckled.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have met either of you Winchesters…” you trailed.
“I agree. The path we’re on is a bitch.” He finishes.
Loneliness crept through the walls of the room they both shared. The looks exchanged as you held yourself against Dean’s chest. After some time he cleared his throat, and you raised up to meet his saddened gaze.
“I’m not strong enough, Y/N.” The tears in Dean’s eyes cascaded down his sunken cheeks.
You opened your mouth to disagree when the flutter and flapping of wings had caught you mid thought. A hand placed on your shoulder, full of warmth and sadness.
Castiel.
You knew you had to leave. The angel you had come to adore didn’t even have to say a word as you slipped away from Dean, as the demon side took over again.
“Don’t go.” Dean kept repeating. Castiel shook his head.
“You do not need to see this, Y/N. Go.” Castiel warned.
Not a second more your legs carried you through that same route you had memorized from being down there for so long. They carried you through the map room, to the library, up the stairs and into the safety of Dean’s room where you had set up camp. If Dean were normal again, he would have kicked you out. But he wasn’t there.
Not entirely.
And yet, the way you tucked yourself further into his mattress felt more like home than what the man himself was.
Although, you wouldn’t admit it to him. You loved Dean. Here you were.
Listening to the cries from downstairs, you leaned your head against the pillows, trying to drown out the noise.
Trying to forget how lonely you were without him.
Perhaps, maybe…he was lost without you as well.
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My inbox is not full. I get like one or two every week. I need more requests. Like i am physically asking. Im so bored. I need to write. I love y’all.
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